"Hold on..." Wang Zhuqin ignored his own injuries and flew in the air with all his strength, but the wine gourd was still swaying in the wind, turning into light particles all over the sky, and gradually disappeared with the wind.
The setting sun was even redder than blood, and the flaming clouds in the sky, against the backdrop of white mist, were like red-hot iron, sparsely scattered across the sky.
An unforgettable dusk, a bloody dusk, an infinitely sad sky.
Wang Qinqin was extremely fast, but the hand holding the wine gourd was still blown away by the wind.
With the help of Wang Guqin's swift wind, the body of the wine elder Cheng Liyun dissipated in the air.
"They are all dead..." Wang Zhuqin's voice was hoarse, like a lonely figure, very helpless.
The flying boat in the sky seemed to be finally under control again. Under the command of King Ning, it gradually landed.
"Master..." Liufeng called, his heart twisting like a knife.
After this battle, the Beixuan Sword Sect will be completely reduced to the clouds of history, and everything will be turned into ruins and turned into powder.
Prince Ning stood on the deck, looking at the few remaining members of Beixuan Sword Sect. He didn't know how to comfort them, and at the same time, the uneasiness in his heart became clearer and clearer.
Just then, the weather suddenly seemed to change.
The sky in Xishu is difficult to see because of the numerous mountains and the fact that it is obscured by white fog all year round.
However, at this moment, everyone living in Xishu clearly felt it.
The sky is turning red.
No, it's not that the sky is turning red, but there is a heart-stopping smell of blood.
It's so strong it's almost breathless.
"Is this the end of the world?"
"Could it be that someone is so jealous that they want to dye the entire sky in Xishu red?"
But high in the sky, on the deck of the flying boat, Wang Zhuqin suddenly stood up.
"Did you succeed?" Wang Zhuqin's eyes were blood red and tears were shed. The old man's face was filled with lonely and sad joy.
"After thousands of years of guarding, has his master finally arrived?" Wang Qinqin will never forget what the elder of the previous generation told him when he became the Supreme Elder of Beixuan Sword Sect, and made him swear an oath: It takes a lifetime to find the owner of the sword.
This is the duty that everyone who becomes the supreme elder of Beixuan Sword Sect must fulfill. Later, he passed the supreme eldership to others and silently guarded the back mountain, also to protect the sword.
The entire Western Shu, in an instant, seemed to have become a bloody ocean, with white mist in the middle. Under the setting sun, it was like a diffuse blood mist, and the scene was extremely terrifying.
The leader of the Liuyun Kingdom, who was far away in Liuyuncheng, seemed to feel the changes in the sky. He looked in the direction of Xishu and saw that in the sky over there, there seemed to be a ray of blood-colored light reaching into the sky.
"Could it be that it has found its owner?"
After saying this, the face of the leader of Liuyun Kingdom changed.
"Isn't Yinfeng Gu going towards that sword?" It seemed like a question, but it was certain.
In Lenovo's five-sect competition half a month ago, the lineups dispatched from Yinfeng Valley became more and more solemn.
"Troublesome times are about to arise, and the storm is precarious. I wonder how long the Liuyun Kingdom can persist?" The leader of the Liuyun Kingdom was vaguely worried about the future of the country.
On the Wuyin Mountain a hundred miles away, Qingfeng had been staying beside Chonghua's tomb since he was buried, as if he had fallen into silence.
"Huh?" Qingfeng raised his head and looked to the west.
"Has the legendary Killing Sword been born?" Qingfeng, as the headmaster of Wuyin Sect, naturally knows a lot about the secrets within Liuyun Kingdom, especially the Killing Sword of Beixuan Sword Sect. He is even more concerned about it. After all, this is an artifact that belongs to the same category as the Kirigakure Gate's Deductive Fortune Mirror, and because the sword master kills it, in terms of power, it is even more powerful than the Deductive Fortune Mirror, so how can he not pay attention to it.
"The killing sword comes out and kills the road. Once it appears, the sky is stained with blood. I wonder if it is a blessing or a curse?"
"Master." A man in black clothes appeared in front of Qing Feng. His face was handsome, but as if it were deathly silent. In his hand, he held an ancient mirror, which was the mirror of Wuyinmen. An artifact, a mirror of creation.
"Luoyi, do you want to take a look?"
Luoyi didn't speak, and stared at the western sky. It seemed that the bloody light pointing straight at the sky was very attractive, and Luoyi could not turn around for a long time.
"Since you want to go, then go ahead." Qing Feng did not stop him and told Luo Yi at the same time, "When you leave, tell Chen Yan and ask him to take care of everything in the Wuyin Sect and try not to look for me."
After Qingfeng finished speaking, he looked at the tombstone beside him, which had three words written on it: "Chonghua Tomb."
"I will spend the rest of my life with you." Qingfeng murmured to himself after Luoyi left. It seemed that the Chonghua he loved so much was still alive. He closed his eyes and fell silent again.
Under the setting sun, it was very quiet on the Misty Mountain.
…
In a valley, there was a man wearing brocade clothes, but his face was full of awe. It was the envoy of the Nine Palaces who made a big fuss in Wuyin Mountain half a month ago and destroyed the competition of the five sects. Beside him, the Demon Lord Long hair flying. The two of them looked to the west and saw a bloody sword light.
"That sword is about to be born?" The Demon Lord didn't know clearly and asked the Nine Palace Envoy.
The envoy of the Nine Palaces looked at the sword light and said: "Come out with the sword and kill the road."
"I just don't know if this killing path is opened for us?" The Nine Palace Envoy stared at the bloody sword light, seeming to have a faint desire.
"Killing the road?" The Demon Lord was puzzled.
"A road leading to the strong is opened for the great world. The road is stained with blood and is filled with killings. It is called the road of killing." The envoy of the Nine Palaces seemed to be talking to himself, but he explained to the Demon Lord.
"I hope they succeeded." The envoy of the Nine Palaces stared at the sword light in the west, looking along the sunset in the valley...
In the sky in Western Shu, blood became the only color. A ray of light penetrated the sky from the bottom of the half mountain peak of Beixuan Sword Sect.
Slowly, a captivating beam of light formed.
Suddenly, a clanging sound could be heard coming from the remaining half of the mountain peak.
You can faintly hear the sounds of killing.
There seems to be some ancient and tragic sound that makes people feel heartbroken.
"kill……"
Like a long spell, it slowly spread from the old site of Beixuan Sword Sect.
"Are you finally going to recognize your master?" Wang Qinqin's voice trembled. For this sword, the entire Beixuan Sword Sect became history, and even several of his old friends died tragically in the hands of the enemy because of guarding this sword.
After paying such a painful price, he finally recognized his master. Blood and tears filled Wang Zhuqin's eyes.
"Master, this is it?" Liu Feng clearly felt that the suffocating aura was getting stronger and stronger. This situation also happened on the day when Yang Ning went up the mountain half a year ago.
"I guess you also know the legend about Beixuan Sword Sect." Wang Guqin pointed at the bloody light shining directly into the sky and said, "And that legendary sword does indeed exist."
"The bloody beam of light you see when you stand is the edge of that sword."
"Jianfeng?" King Ning changed his color and said, "So that artifact really exists." King Ning finally understood why his brother valued the Beixuan Sword Sect so much, and even five years ago, he did not hesitate to interfere with the Demon Sect. Zong, it turns out that everything is for this magical weapon that is thrust into the sky at this moment.
And Yinfeng Valley's raid on Beixuan Sword Sect was probably because of this sword.
Thinking of this, King Ning couldn't help but think of the criticism about swords carried in the legend: when the sword comes out, it will kill the road.
"It's bloody..." Prince Ning seemed to have seen the scene of blood everywhere.
"The great age is coming, and the real troubled times are about to begin." Wang Zhuqin's eyes were a little more distracted.
On the other side, an old Taoist priest, Shen Shen Nao Nao, was walking on the street, holding a banner in his hand with four big characters written on it: Divine Plan.
Behind him, a dozen steps away, a young man walked not far away, walking two steps and stopping three steps, looking completely unfamiliar with the old man.
"Apprentice, please follow up. The wisdom of our master depends on you..."
The old Taoist looked like he hated the iron, and looked back at the young man. At this moment, the old Taoist suddenly raised his head.
"Huh? Is it born?" Old Tao murmured to himself, seeming to feel something was wrong.
Just at this moment, the old man passed by a passerby who smelled like money.
"Passers-by, please stay." Lao Dao changed quickly, barely aware of Lao Dao's behavior of looking at the sky just now, and stopped the rich people passing by him.
But the young man who was more than ten steps away raised his hand and touched his forehead.
"Old Taoist priest, what's the matter?" He was wearing a dark golden silk satin, holding two golden balls in his hands at the same time, making a metallic sound. His sleeves were full of golden wind. He looked back disdainfully and glanced at the old Taoist.
"Old Taoist, the cold air in your palace is overwhelming, and your complexion is faintly black and death-like. You, you..." The old Taoist seemed to have bad eyesight, so he came closer, took a closer look, and said, "You are possessed by a vicious evil..." "
On the old Taoist's exaggerated face, his mouth was even more open.
"Oh?" A contemptuous tone came, and he said: "Old Taoist priest, in fact, I will also look at it..." The golden wind on his sleeves spread out, and he looked at the old Taoist with disdain, and said: "You have such a black air on your temples. Shrouded, there may be a bloody disaster..."
"Oh..." The old Taoist's voice was loud. Finally, after a few breaths, the old Taoist seemed to react and said: "Passer-by, what the old Taoist said is true..."
"Smelly old man, what I said is true." After saying that, the two golden balls in his hand turned and made a crisp sound.
"Kill this stinky old man to death, he actually cheated me..." As the golden ball rang, more than a dozen figures suddenly appeared on the street, all of them were powerful and worldly people. In the middle, the siege of more than a dozen figures surrounded the old Taoist.
"Hey..." The young man not far away finally couldn't bear to look directly and turned his head to the side.
"You uncivilized people..." The old Taoist looked panicked when he saw more than a dozen figures surrounding him, and he regretted that he couldn't have two extra legs.
However, the direction he ran in made the young man behind him change his mind.
"Are there any accomplices?"
"Play with me." The golden ball jingled down the long street and passed far.
"Smelly old man, don't lead me here..." Seeing that the situation was not good, the young man hurriedly got up from the chair he was sitting in front of and ran away.
The old Taoist didn't seem to understand what he said at all. A "magical and clever" flag appeared above the young man's head like a ghost, and an incredible scene followed.
The banner came straight out from the young man's neck, along his clothes and back, and inserted it.
"Smelly old man..." The young man was speechless and ran away like crazy.
"Hey, I made you angry again." The old Taoist sighed, but in his free time, he still looked up at the sky.
