Is that sword intention from Jingzhe?
She knew that only Jingzhe could wield such an extremely fast sword.
When she first practiced Huanshi Ling, she achieved some success in the first practice, and she proudly showed off to Wei Lin.
Wei Lin smiled faintly, flicked the tassel of his sword, and said leisurely: "I heard that my master's swordsmanship is extremely good. Wherever his sword passed, objects did not move at all and remained in their previous state. If you can take the Huanshi Ling Only when you practice to that point can you be considered a genius.”
At that time, senior brother had just become a disciple, and many things about Jingzhe were just hearsay, and he was not sure whether they were true or not, but he said it very seriously, as if it was the truth. In fact, he was afraid that he would not practice well after he went into seclusion.
Later, although he studied in seclusion with Jingzhe, he never saw his sword. It is said that everyone who saw his sword died.
However, there are rumors in the pavilion that his sword is actually a soft sword, as thin as a cicada's wings, and elusive.
Bang bang!
The palace door behind him broke in half and collapsed suddenly. Yunli's heart tightened, her cousin was still inside.
She rushed to the door and stopped hastily. No, rushing in like this would arouse suspicion.
"Master, are you okay?" she shouted at the top of her lungs. With so many infants in the room, it would be difficult for my cousin, a genius with only one spiritual root, to get into trouble, right?
She comforted herself in this way, and then thought about such a big thing happening outside, but no one came out to take charge of the overall situation, and she couldn't help but feel worried again.
Inside the room, Fuyue's face was ashen and his right arm was stained with blood.
They knew that Fuyu had sword intent in his body, but they didn't expect that sword intent to be so powerful.
The sword intention in Fuyu's body was no different from that of ordinary swordsmanship. When Lord Lingsu forced it out of the wound, it seemed to have vitality in an instant and suddenly exploded.
Fu Yue reacted quickly and dodged immediately. However, he was very close and the sword intent was extremely fast, so his right arm was still rubbed by the sword intent.
"Feng Guo Wuhen!" Ling Su's eyes narrowed and he shouted in disbelief: "It's him!"
He turned around suddenly, grabbed Fuyue's arm, penetrated his spiritual energy, and examined it carefully.
Fuyue was stunned for a moment, and twitched his hand: "You have spent a lot of time just now, so you need to rest. I can just deal with this minor injury myself."
Ling Su remained silent, his expression extremely solemn, which made Fuyue's heart skip a beat. Thinking of what he just said, he couldn't help but ask: "Uncle Master, do you know this sword intention?"
Everyone else in the room also looked at him curiously. After living for so many years, they had never known that there was such a number one person in Canglan Continent. With such extreme sword power, I am afraid that the Supreme Elder Ling Su Zhenjun, who is also a sword cultivator, could also Can't do it.
After checking, it was confirmed that there was no sword intent left in his wounds. Ling Su's heavy heart relaxed. He sighed and said with a complicated expression: "The sword cultivator in Jiuliyuan Secret Realm back then."
Everyone was shocked. Wasn't the Supreme Elder the only one who came back alive?
The secret realm of Jiuliyuan is very dangerous. It is extremely difficult for more than ten people to come back alive out of the two thousand people who entered it. During the time of Zhenjun Lingsu, something happened inside, and no one came out except for him.
This incident caused a huge sensation in Canglan Continent back then. After that, each sect became more cautious and would always use various excuses to replace talented disciples when the event was approaching.
For ordinary disciples who go in, facing the dangerous Jiuliyuan, their survival rate is frighteningly low, and it is common for all members to be wiped out.
How come anyone else made it out alive?
Everyone was waiting for Lord Ling Su to answer their questions when they heard Yunli yelling for Fuyue outside.
Without waiting for their reaction, she shouted sadly again: "Senior Brother Su is dead—senior brothers and sisters are all dead—"
There was a hint of suppressed crying in the protracted tone.
"Xu'er!" Master Dan Yin's expression suddenly changed, and he disappeared from the place in a flash.
An Ran was startled and hurriedly followed out.
"Xu——" Master Danyin's call came to an abrupt end. When he saw Su Xu, who was unharmed, his heart dropped. At the same time, a surge of anger rushed to his forehead. What little bastard was yelling, it almost scared him. Cardiac arrest.
With a quick sweep of his eyes, he quickly determined his target. Near the palace door, the little girl in yellow had her open mouth yet to be closed.
He widened his eyes and roared fiercely: "You are crying out for mourning. We are healing in the palace. We need to be quiet, don't you know?"
Yunli quickly glanced at An Ran who followed him out. He could run and jump, so he seemed fine.
She shrank her neck in fear, pointed to the ground beside her aggrievedly, and whispered: "But Senior Brother Su is dead, and many people are dead..."
As she spoke, her voice lowered, her worries about An Ran passed, and the cruel reality filled her heart again. Xu Pan's stubborn figure appeared in her mind over and over again, making her breathless.
Every living life is worthless in front of these powerful beings.
Master Danyin looked in the direction of her finger, and a familiar face came into view. Half of his face was stained with bright red blood, his expression was blank, and the lower inch of his neck was neatly broken.
A few steps away, there is a mutilated body. On the clear green jade pendant, the blood-stained word 'Su' is shocking.
"Su Zhe!" Master Danyin gasped hard, and the strong bloody smell filled his lungs.
With a quick glance, he quickly found familiar faces. This was Taiqing Peak. Apart from the people who came to watch, most of them were Taiqing Peak disciples, and most of them were from the Su family.
Master Danyin felt a mouthful of fishy sweetness clogging his chest, and felt dizzy. These are the backbone of the Su family, and so much has been lost in one fell swoop...
"Grandpa!" Su Xu called out urgently and rushed forward to help the shaky Master Danyin.
"Hiss..." Lin Chen and a beautiful woman fell from the flying sword. Seeing the miserable situation here, they were so shocked that they could not speak.
After feeling the clanging sword intent coming from the Taiqing Mountains from afar, he knew something was wrong. Then he thought about how many different peak masters gathered at Taiqing Peak, and he felt relieved again.
He never expected it to be like this.
Soon, people came out of the hall one after another. Seeing Shura's hellish appearance outside the hall, they gasped.
The slope was not flat but another wave rose up, making Fu Yue furious. He stared at the beautiful woman fiercely, gritted his teeth and said: "Who is he?"
Originally, Zhenjun Qianyin was extremely displeased. After all, she was also a Yuanying monk from the Phantom Palace, and she had escorted Fuyu back all the way. Taiyi Sect actually asked a Jindanqi to entertain her, even though Lin Chen was the disciple of the Supreme Elder. Teaching Fuyue's grandson also made her extremely uncomfortable.
But Fuyu was injured while investigating the murderer of Senior Sister Qianshu. The Phantom Palace had to admit his sympathy, so she could only pinch her nose and endure it.
Seeing such a scene now, Zhenjun Qianyin could not care less about his rudeness and immediately replied: "It's Canye Pavilion. Fellow Daoist Fuyu has found clues about the murderer of Zhenjun Qianshu. We will pursue it all the way and find out found his hiding place..."
"Where did you find him?" An old voice interrupted her story.
Qian Yin was stunned for a moment, looking at the tired old man with a somewhat embarrassed look on her face, and her voice lowered unconsciously, "Teahouse."
Yunli's eyes moved, so he didn't find the clue at all, but Jingzhe deliberately asked them to find it.
In other words, Jingzhe took the initiative to come to the door.
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