"Old guy! You are looking for death!" Zheng Xiang looked at Sun Li who stretched out his hand to stop him and roared with a ferocious expression.
The recovery of the Shanshui Gou land was something that he could not afford to miss.
The obstacles encountered one after another meant that even if this matter could be completed, it would still be subject to various criticisms and rumors.
Just thinking of these, Zheng Xiang's heart has already accumulated strong anger. Although killing a former inner sect disciple will bring him some trouble, he can no longer care about it at this moment.
He wanted the old man in front of him, who was always against him, to understand what it meant to regret too late!
Thinking of this, the sword in his hand trembled.
A huge sword intent erupted from the sword body.
It is true that the old man in front of him is a warrior of the fifth realm, but in the fight just now, Zheng Xiang has already felt that there is something obviously wrong with the opponent's body. His spiritual power and sword intention are running extremely slowly. This is a sign of a warrior's decline in his old age.
What's more, he doesn't have a spiritual sword to protect his body. If Zheng Xiang takes action with all his strength, with his cultivation in the four realms and the spiritual sword in his hand, it will be enough to make the old man in front of him drink with hatred on the spot.
And now.
He's doing it.
The violent sword intent surged out from his sword.
Sun Li's hand holding the sword was shaken open by the sword intent.
His body also took a few steps back, his face became extremely pale, his hands trembled and hung down weakly. The palms were already bloody and bloody, and blood was dripping continuously.
But despite this, he still stretched out his hand to push Zhu Quan away who was in a daze beside him, and then faced the sword blade in front of him that was attacking him again.
…
Chu Qingxiao had been waiting in front of Sun Li's courtyard for more than an hour, holding the prairie fire sword in his arms.
He decided to return the prairie fire sword to Sun Li.
Although the reward for the Five Hundred Spirits Iron Jade is very tempting.
Although the Liaoyuan Sword will need to return to the Yaoguang Sword Pond sooner or later.
But as long as that day has not come, people and things that care about each other should try their best to be together.
Chu Qingxiao, who came to return the Liaoyuan Sword with such thoughts in mind, did not wait for Sun Li's return.
He asked the neighbors and they all said that the old man seemed to be out for a walk. Chu Qingxiao was not in a hurry and just waited quietly.
He even simply sat down cross-legged under the eaves of the other party's courtyard, started the "Qingqiao Qi Nourishing Technique" method, and took the time to absorb the spiritual power.
Another half hour passed like this, and it was already noon.
Ding!
Suddenly, the prairie fire sword in his arms let out a soft groan.
Chu Qingxiao opened his eyes and looked at the other party: "Don't worry, Senior Sun is probably wandering out and will be back later."
He said so comfortingly, but just as he spoke, the prairie fire sword suddenly came out of its sheath and hovered in mid-air.
"What are you doing? I keep my word. I won't break my promise when I send you back."
"How can you be so impatient with a sword?" Chu Qingxiao stood up and looked at Liaoyuan Jianyan.
But the prairie fire sword did not respond. The blade of the sword spun in all directions, as if it was looking for something.
Chu Qingxiao also noticed the strangeness, and he couldn't help but be startled.
At this time, the prairie fire sword suddenly paused and pointed in a certain direction.
At that moment, he was like a lost fishing boat that saw the lighthouse. At that time, the sword trembled and flew towards that place.
Chu Qingxiao was stunned when he caught a glimpse of this scene. He didn't quite understand why Quiet Liaoyuan Sword behaved like this, but he vaguely realized that it might have some connection with Sun Li.
He hurriedly stepped forward and caught up with the prairie fire sword.
…
In front of the shanty town in Shanshui ditch.
Under the instruction of Prime Minister Zheng, hundreds of disciples from the Jianjian Hall came to support him.
They began to demolish large tracts of shanties in the mountains and rivers.
Wooden pillars fell down one after another, and pieces of oilcloth were torn and thrown to the ground, covered in mud from the trampling.
Some people were crying silently on the sidelines, while others were filled with indignation, but they just clenched their fists and did not dare to speak.
And more.
He just lowered his head in fear, not daring to look, ask, or say anything.
Zheng Xiang stretched out one foot and stepped on Sun Li's chest.
His feet deliberately exerted force, and the sound of ribs cracking in the old man's chest could be vaguely heard.
"Let him go!" Zhu Quan, who was pinned to the ground by two disciples, shouted loudly. Behind him, a good companion also encountered the same situation.
But such roars cannot change any of each other's situation.
Zhu Renzhao, who came after hearing the news, knelt on the ground with a mournful face and begged for mercy, but was blocked from the crowd.
However, Zheng Xiang just glanced at him and then set his eyes on Sun Li again.
"old man."
"I kindly reminded you not to meddle in things you shouldn't meddle in." He said this with a look of regret on his face.
He raised his sword.
His clothes were clean, and the sword in his hand was white as snow.
Sun Li also looked at him.
He collapsed in the mud, covered in dirt and his hands bloody.
But his eyes are as clean as a mirror lake.
"The sword is like a ruler in the sky, equivalent to black and white."
The old man spit out these eight words calmly.
Zheng Xiang was stunned for a moment, not quite understanding what it meant to say such words at this time.
Sun Li probably understood something from Prime Minister Zheng's confusion.
There was also a look of regret on his face: "So, has Tianxuan Mountain really forgotten that motto now?"
The sword is like a ruler in the sky, equivalent to black and white.
It is one of the three founders of Tianxuan Mountain. He left the eight-character motto to future generations when he became a saint and ascended to heaven.
It is engraved on Tianxuan Peak, the main peak of Tianxuan Mountain. Whenever a disciple passes by and looks up, he can see the eight-character motto hanging in the sky, warning the world.
But about twenty years ago, an earthquake destroyed the eight-character motto, and no one has repaired it to this day.
"Don't you fucking preach there!" Zheng Xiang didn't like the look in Sun Li's eyes at this moment.
He shouted loudly and thrust the sword forward in his hand.
He's going to kill him.
This is a very risky move.
After all, Sun Li was an old man who had been an inner disciple in Tianxuan Mountain for decades.
If you kill him, some people will be dissatisfied, some will make trouble, and some will find ways to avenge him.
but……
He wanted him dead.
Sun Li had caused enough trouble for him, and the words he just said might very well make Liuhuanfeng, who had captured Shanshuigou, criticized by the residents of Tianxuan City in the future.
He will probably be punished for this.
As the person in charge of this matter, he will probably be punished by some sects for this.
Someone has to pay for this, right?
Otherwise, how could he swallow this bad breath?
certainly.
He couldn't die in his hands.
In other words, he couldn't die in his hands in front of so many people.
His sword was not a killing move. His sword would stop half an inch away from the old man's chest.
But the sword intent on the sword will not stop. They will continue to pour into the opponent's heart and destroy his already declining inner palace.
Given the other party's already dying physical condition, he would die in pain within ten days.
On the surface, there is nothing unusual.
At this moment, the situation is under his control, and the demolition of shanties is continuing.
He stopped at the last minute.
Others may think that he is broad-minded.
With this thought in mind, his sword hovered only half an inch away from Sun Li's chest, but the sword intention continued to move forward under his driving force. A sinister smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he had already prepared a plan in his mind to ignore all previous suspicions.
Zheng!
But at this moment, a high-pitched sword cry suddenly came.
A snow-white sword came like a stream of light and struck Prime Minister Zheng from the side.
Prime Minister Zheng, who was feeling very proud, felt the sudden danger.
His heart trembled, and he took a step back. The sword intention he had activated was also recalled by him as a last resort, and gathered on his sword edge to reach the flying sword that suddenly killed him.
clang!
The blade of the flying sword hit his sword at this moment.
The sword body was slightly bent under the huge force, and his body was constantly retreating under the attack of the huge sword intent spread over the flying sword.
His expression was frightened and angry, and he stared at the flying sword in front of him with wide eyes that was still stimulating his sword intent.
The sword body of Feijian kept trembling slightly, and with every tremor, the sword intent surged out, and at the same time bursts of high-pitched sword sounds erupted.
He didn't know if it was his own illusion, but Zheng Xiang vaguely felt that the flying sword in front of him seemed to be in a rage, pouring out the sword intent in his body as if there was no end.
It seemed to want to kill him!
With these thoughts together, waves of fear filled Zheng Xiang's heart.
At this moment, he put his other hand on the sword. He gritted his teeth, concentrated all the sword intent in his body on one point, and then exploded suddenly.
The power that surged out at that moment finally stopped the incoming flying sword attack, and the sword body was bounced away by this force.
But before he could breathe a sigh of relief, the flying sword that was deflected emitted several high-pitched sword sounds.
The sound was rapid and sharp, extremely harsh.
The vibration made Prime Minister Zheng's eardrums ache.
Before he could recover, the flying sword turned into a flowing rainbow and struck him again.
This time, fear finally appeared on Prime Minister Zheng's face.
"Start a prairie fire!" Just as the prairie fire sword had already shot towards Prime Minister Zheng's eyebrows.
A soft drink suddenly came from behind.
The prairie fire sword, carrying the murderous intent, trembled and stopped unexpectedly.
The next moment, its sword body turned and fled behind it.
And there, the old man who had just been stepped on by Prime Minister Zheng had already stood up. He stretched out his hand and held the prairie fire sword in his hand.
"Old man, why are you here?" The old man stretched out his hand to stroke the sword and murmured.
The blade of the prairie fire sword trembled slightly, and the sound of the sword was clear.
It is no longer wrapped in murderous intent and anger, but is actually very cheerful.
"It's a sect's misfortune that members of the same sect are killing each other. I don't want to see it." Sun Li glanced at Prime Minister Zheng and said this.
"Young man, you have to take care of yourself."
Prime Minister Zheng's body trembled and his head drooped.
He felt an unprecedented fear haunting him.
The aura that the sword revealed just now was immense, and at the same time, without anyone driving it, it actually left him unable to fight back.
Such a sword is by no means an ordinary spiritual sword, but is most likely a king sword of the earth evil level. And the person who owns a king sword must be a person of high authority in various divine peaks at such an age.
It was only because of old age and falling circumstances that he seemed so unbearable and allowed himself to succeed.
He had just had murderous intentions towards him. As long as he reported this to the sect afterwards, even if the sect did not expel him from the sect, his future would be gloomy...
No!
He will never allow such a thing to happen!
Thinking of this, he suddenly raised his lowered head, and at this moment, Sun Li seemed to have let down his guard. He was lowering his head and stroking the sword in his hand, saying these things without focusing on himself.
kill him!
Nip all this possibility in the bud.
Such thoughts suddenly came to Zheng Xiang's mind.
However, as long as he had evil thoughts, he could no longer control them. Murderous intent flashed in his eyes, and the sword in his hand was once again clenched.
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