"The traitor..." With a cold snort, the leader of the Liuyun Kingdom glanced in the direction of his son, and then drove Changhong towards him. He vaguely saw someone escaping, so he couldn't chase him, so he could only let him go.
"You are finally here..." Qingfeng was a little bitter because the wind was very strong tonight...
At this moment, Wuyin Mountain is full of devastation, how can Qing Feng feel so good in his heart.
As Qingfeng's old friend for many years, the leader of Liuyun Kingdom didn't know how to comfort him, but the Wuyin Mountain tonight was indeed miserable...
The two of them were high in the sky, looking at the blood flowing all over the mountains and plains. Under the silver moonlight, with heavy hearts, they chose to be speechless...
"Mother..." A miserable voice seemed to resonate with Qing Feng, and Qing Feng's figure disappeared high into the sky.
"Chonghua..." In front of Qingfeng's eyes, the beauty has passed away, and she no longer lives up to her former appearance, but Qingfeng's heart has never changed.
"Why are you so stupid..." Qingfeng beat his chest, but he still disappointed Chonghua, because the envoy of the Nine Palaces had fled with Hell Mountain and his traces were hard to find...
"Yang Zhen, how are you?" Yang Ning and Yang Pi hurriedly gathered around. Yang Zhen was captured by the momentum of the Nine Palace Envoys, and his soul was somewhat invaded.
"It's okay..." Yang Zhen's eyes flickered somewhat, but he felt a lot of comfort when he could see Demon Sect and Yinfeng Valley retreating.
"Finally retreated..." There was a hint of haggardness on Yang Pi's face. Although the three of them were unmatched in dealing with more than a dozen strong men of the sixth level of the Mountain Building Realm, only he knew the sacrifices involved.
The gap in cultivation is an irreparable gap. Although he has committed sin, it is impossible to continue in the secret method of cross-level fighting. This is a huge load on the body.
"Retreat..." Yang Ning sighed, but Jian Jue, the supreme elder of Beixuan Sword Sect, can never come back...
"Clean the battlefield..." Chen Yan was powerless. After giving the order, he could no longer hold on and finally fell into a pool of blood.
The night gradually returned to silence, but on the land of Kirigakure Mountain, blood was flowing...
Under the silver moonlight, it is particularly conspicuous.
High in the sky, the old man and the middle-aged man looked at each other without saying a word for a long time...
Five days later, after intensive reconstruction, order was gradually restored in Kirigakure Mountain, but the smell of blood could not dissipate for a long time.
With this commotion, there was no need to hold the Great Competition of the Five Factions. At the same time, when the leader of Liuyun Kingdom returned to the court, he issued an order for the entire people to target the Shadow Wind Valley.
As the news of the emergence of Shadow Wind Valley spread, several surrounding countries immediately began to respond with strategies...
First of all, the Great Qin Empire took the lead in issuing an order: all soldiers were involved in searching for news about the Shadow Wind Valley.
The Jin Empire followed closely behind and wanted to fight the Yinfeng Valley to the end. The Yuci Empire even recruited soldiers in full force to prepare for the coming of the great age.
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The major empires responded one after another, causing turmoil in the entire Surabaya area, giving everyone a feeling that this would be the coming of a great world, and all the reactions at this moment should be just the beginning.
But everyone knows that the real world has completely begun...
In the age of bloodshed, only blood can cleanse the world, and only enough death can end this world.
No one underestimates the Yinfeng Valley, and even less dares to underestimate the Yinfeng Valley. A single Nine Palace Envoys has almost severely damaged the mighty Wuyin Sect in Surabaya. What will happen if all nine Palace Envoys are dispatched?
"Just try your best to kill..." Qingfeng sat quietly next to Chonghua's body for five days and finally said these words.
Although the words were full of murderous intent, but coming from the mouth of a Kirigakure Sect leader, one can imagine the weight of them.
Five days passed in a hurry, and all the major sects left one after another, each going back to report to the sect. The Liuyun Kingdom resisted the Dark Wind Valley with all its strength.
Yang Ning led the disciples of Beixuan Sword Sect, and there were eight of them when they arrived. However, there were only six of them on the flying boat at this moment, and the two backbones among them would never come back...
Standing at the front of the flying boat, Yang Ning looked very lonely. Jian Jue's death had a great impact on him, especially his state of mind, which made Yang Ning's heart stained with blood.
In Yinfeng Valley, how can a young master's life be enough? How could a Nine Palace Envoy make up for Jian Jue's death? He must avenge Jian Jue.
Yang Ning's eyes were bloodshot, and the breath around her body was blown by the breeze...
Along the way, there were no words, and a heavy heart lingered in everyone's heart.
Especially Feng Feiyang, a mother whom he had not seen since he was a child, was completely lost because of a trip to Wuyin Mountain. His handsome white clothes lost the dusty aura of the past and were filled with sentimentality...
"Brother Feiyang..." Feng Xing'er kept comforting her, but how could she make up for the pain in her heart.
Feng Feiyang finally complied with his mother's last wish and buried her in Wuyin Mountain. For Chonghua, Wuyin Mountain was her real home.
One day later, the flying boat finally entered the boundary of Western Shu. However, the moment it entered the boundary of Western Shu, Yang Ning stood on the deck of the flying boat and suddenly felt the slight smell of blood.
"What's going on?" Liu Feng and Jun Yuyu also noticed something was wrong.
"No, it's coming from the direction of Jianzong..." Zhao Gang exclaimed. From a distance, he could see that the top of the mountain of Beixuan Jianzong was burning, and there was thick smoke rising into the sky...
"Quick, speed up..." Waves of spiritual power fluctuations suddenly came from the flying boat, and the flying boat was under control, speeding towards the direction of Beixuan Sword Sect.
"Kill..." Faintly, bursts of shouts of kill could be heard.
"Children of the Shadow Wind Valley, die..." Suddenly the sound of mountains collapsing and ground cracking gradually spread from the distant sky.
Rumble…
The heavy fog covering the top of the mountain began to break up, and gradually fell apart amidst the raging spiritual power.
"Is this a self-destruction?" Liufeng frowned, finally feeling something unusual.
"Stop!" The flying boat stopped and hung in mid-air. Nearly a hundred feet away diagonally below was the top of the mountain of Beixuan Sword Sect. However, at this moment, Beixuan Sword Sect became fragmented.
"Gloomy Wind Valley?" Zhao Gang didn't believe it, but he still couldn't help shouting the painful words.
Yang Ning held the sword in his hand, jumped from the flying boat, took advantage of the wind and unfolded his sword intent, and fell from the sky.
Thick black smoke enveloped the entire front mountain, making it difficult to see clearly, but one could feel that there were several terrifying auras flickering in and out...
Rumble…
The violent vibration caused the entire front mountain of Beixuan Sword Sect to shake...
"Four Heavenly Kings, you promised not to destroy Jian Zong, how do you explain it now?" Jian Wuxiu's voice came from the black smoke.
"Explanation?" A strong man was shrouded in black flames that flickered on and off. It could be vaguely seen that he had a ferocious mask on his face, which was like hell and made people feel frightened.
"What explanation should I give you?" He said in a cold voice, wearing a grimace mask. His true expression could not be seen, but from his tone, he seemed to be very angry.
"Where is the sword from your Beixuan Sword Sect?" The other person was wearing a black shirt and a large hood that completely covered his head. His true appearance could not be seen, but he could vaguely feel the gloomy aura.
"Sword?" Jian Wuxiu's face was a little pale, and he was locked in the momentum of the two peak experts. Even if he was the headmaster of Beixuan Sword Sect, he couldn't resist.
"I don't know, what sword?" Although Jian Wuxiu is the headmaster of Beixuan Sword Sect, he doesn't know much about the real details of Beixuan Sword Sect.
"You really don't know?" Another strong man flew over, holding a head in his hand, which was bloody and heart-stopping.
"Did you kill my junior brother?" Jian Wuxiu screamed, recognizing the origin of the head. It turned out to be Jian Biyou's head.
"He was disobedient and said he wanted to learn from me about my cultivation. He really overestimated his abilities..." As the man spoke, he threw his head away. It flipped over in the sky and was lost in the white mist.
"..." The corners of Jian Wuxiu's mouth twitched, but in the end he did not dare to say anything because the three people in front of him were so powerful that he did not allow him to question them and did not dare to question them.
At the same time, Jian Wuxiu began to regret vaguely in his heart. Why was he so stupid to bring the people from Yinfeng Valley to Beixuan Sword Sect? This was not helping him at all, but setting himself on fire. No, this was self-destruction... …
"Where is the sword of your Sword Sect?" The man wearing the ghost mask said with a bit of coldness in his voice, impatiently.
"I..." Jian Wuxiu's face kept twitching, and he finally chose to remain speechless because he felt chilled. Jian Biyou's death made him feel that he was in danger.
These people did not help him because of themselves, but came to Jianzong for something else.
Thinking of this, Jian Wuxiu's face gradually became despairing...
"Where is the sword?" The man covered in black robes made a sinister voice, and with the fluctuation of spiritual power, he pressed towards Jian Wuxiu.
"I..." Jian Wuxiu couldn't speak for a long time, and finally seemed to muster up the courage and said: "I really don't know..." After saying this, Jian Wuxiu slumped on the ground helplessly, There was already sweat on his face.
A strong man at the peak of the Mountain Building Realm is enough, but there are three people gathered here, and five of them are missing.
This situation was not what Jian Wuxiu expected at all, but at this moment, Jian Wuxiu was already half-hearted.
This is not only a disaster for himself, but also for the Beixuan Sword Sect.
"Since you don't know, you can go and die..." There was a heavy breath in the voice of the ghost face mask. He was already angry. He raised his hand and was about to drop it. At this moment, there was a sudden loud noise. The entire Beixuan Sword Sect's main hall was shaken.
"Is there an expert?" The man with blood-stained hands sensed the change immediately and disappeared without a trace in an instant.
"Go and have a look..." The expression on Ghost Face Mask was invisible, but out of caution, he followed.
"Who are you?" A sharp shout, which almost broke the entire Beixuan Sword Sect, came from the direction of Hongqiao.
The other party didn't speak, and only responded with fierce attacks.
The sword of Jian Nian arrives in an instant, reaching its peak. This is truly the realm of swordsmanship. It can be compared with ordinary swordsmen, and it can destroy the heaven and earth at every turn.
"Haha... A master of swordsmanship is really interesting..." A strange laugh, filled with yin and yang aura, echoed on the Hongqiao.
"This belongs to me, don't snatch it from me." His hands were stained with blood. He came from behind and smacked his hand directly towards Jianguang. This is a militant who is instantly excited when he sees a strong man showing up.
"Yinji, don't be careless..." An instruction came from behind, but he was quickly pulled away by Yinji's figure and disappeared.
"Yinji? Are you people from Yinfeng Valley?" The sword of Jian Nian is like a thought. The thought moves the sword. This is the ultimate speed, which can travel through space and ignore time.
But the other party was even sharper. The gloomy black flames were like a black dragon. It actually dodged a sword in the air and followed the sword light to accurately locate the position of the sword thought and bombarded it.
"Death!" Jian Nian mentioned Yinfeng Valley, and he immediately knew that the opponent was definitely not mediocre. He moved his sword again and struck out a sword from the air, mixed with the aura of destruction, and slashed towards the black shadow.
