"Yujing." Ling Pengyue had just taken his seat and stared at the white robe Yujing sitting at the other end of the table. He was playing with the jade in his hand.

Yu Jing bowed slightly, "His Royal Highness Cheng."

Ling Pengyue took the tea that Ling Huaifeng poured for him, "You are a little eunuch, don't stay in Luoyang City, why are you going to Liuyue Villa for? "

Yu Jing looked at Ling Huaifeng: "Your Highness is so serious, it's just that everyone needs it. Besides, your Highness is here too."

Ling Pengyue was stunned for a moment, then smiled, "It seems that you are no longer the passionate young man who calls me brothers in the palace school. What happened to you in the years of graduation? Even the head of the Ling family in Tianji Pavilion can't find out."

"I am just a piaoping in the imperial city, why should Your Highness worry so much?" Yu Jing raised his glass slowly at Ling Pengyue.

Before Liu Zangfeng lifted his sword and walked to Zhuangmen, he went from the mountainside to here in a flash, and the sword force actually reached the peak again.

But a man suddenly stopped him. It was the Wudang Taoist priest who was carrying a blood sword and wearing a human skin mask. Murong Haoyue and Liu Zangfeng hurriedly stepped and stopped, "Don't the ghost disperse?"

Murong Haoyue raised his sword and stepped forward, "Now I'm not just repaying my kindness."

"That's it?" Liu Zangfeng put his hand on the hilt of the sword.

"I also want to ask a question with a sword to confirm my thoughts." Murong Haoyue raised her beauty, and the starry-light Beidou gathered on the sword.

"Your words are starting to be a little too much." Liu Zangfeng pulled out the February spring willow, leaving fine traces in the air.

"Because the source of this question is probably the answer that Taoism has been looking for for 19 years." Murong Haoyue raised the sword, "Although I don't care about these things, my junior brother cares a lot."

Then, there was a burst of nothingness.

"False." Liu Zangfeng suddenly raised the February spring willow, and the sudden burst of thunder made the surrounding willow trees tremble.

This sword knocked the nothingness back to its original state, causing the sword energy to flow out, leaving sword marks of varying depths in various places nearby.

"You can't control your power." Murong Haoyue whispered.

"So what if I can't control it? The important thing is that you can't stop it." Liu Zangfeng suddenly waved his hand heavily, and he used the heavy-slashing sword technique that should not be used on the soft sword.

Instead of going to greet him, Murong Haoyue lowered his hands and used his sword to slash on the ground, drawing a perfect circle, and instantly a cave broke out, and he fell backwards into the abyss.

Fish cannot escape from the abyss.

Liu Zangfeng's sword seemed to hit the water, and the thunderous momentum that had previously condensed dissipated like smoke at this moment. After Murong Haoyue avoided the sword, he immediately li Yuan and swung that move to show his strength!

The country's powerful weapon cannot be shown to others.

All of this is the best time. It is the most perfect time captured by Murong Haoyue, who is also cautious in his mind.

But it was easily blocked.

From Li Yuan to Shili, in such a short time, Liu Zangfeng's already thundering momentum, which had disappeared without a trace, actually reached the peak again!

"Sure enough, I guessed it right!" Murong Haoyue couldn't hide her shock.

In the Qingjian Hall, Mo Haochen, who had been comforting the Tiandao Zhenxuan, suddenly stood up and looked outside the Qingjian Hall, then turned to look at Qingyin beside him.

Qingyin surprisingly did not blame him for his rashness, "Haochen."

Mo Haochen lowered his head slightly, "Uncle Master, Tiandao Zhenxuan... I'm afraid he can't participate in this sword cleaning conference."

"It's okay." Qing Yin waved his hand, as if signaling him to leave soon.

Mo Haochen nodded, and did not even apologize and say goodbye to the elders in the hall, and ran out of the court without looking back.

Lin Huaiman had already noticed the strangeness of Tiandao Zhenxuan. After seeing Mo Haochen go out, he asked Qing Yin loudly: "Why is this little Taoist boy so in a hurry? It seems that it doesn't fit the ritual of your Taoist sect."

Qingyin stood up and bowed, "Lord Lin, Haochen did this indeed violated etiquette."

"Since the Taoist master knows it, why should he let it go?" Lin Huaiman's tone was not kind.

"Because the things outside the hall seem to be closely related to my Wudang, oh no, and even Taoism in the world, there are answers we have been pursuing for nineteen years. So, I let Haochen go first." Qing Yin said humbly.

Everyone in the hall was shocked!

Nineteen years ago, Taoism in the world was closely related. If you connect these three factors, you can get the only answer.

"Is there an immortal coming outside the hall?" The head of Qingchengshan stood up and shouted.

"Please relax, fellow Taoists. I believe that it won't take long. We, Wudang, will give you an explanation." Qing Yin said loudly.

"Immortal?" Luo Feiyu and Liu Zangyue looked at each other.

"Silent!" Lin Huaiman shouted with all his strength: "The original purpose of the sword-clearing ceremony is to wash away the filth of the past and to rejuvenate the sword and the new life of this world! How can you have ulterior motives here!"

Outside the village gate.

Murong Haoyue tried hard to resist Liu Zangfeng's attack. The February spring willow was like rolling spring thunder, and then slashed on the Hongyan sword, causing a blood mist.

Suddenly, a crane came swimming in the sky.

To be precise, it is a sword.

The sword body is elegant and there are cranes on it, as if it is about to take off.

"Catch the sword!" A childish voice sounded.

Murong Haoyue picked up the February Chunliu, took the Hongyan sword back into her waist, and then raised her hand to hold the sword.

Liu Zangfeng looked at the sword and murmured: "Heavenly Dao Zhenxuan."

The famous sword list ranks fifth, and it is also a famous sword containing the most Taoist rituals, the Heavenly Dao Zhenxuan!

In the Qingjian Hall, Lin Huaiman, who had a slightly angry face, looked up at the hall. She was in a bad mood at the moment. There were too many incidents in this sword clearing ceremony, and Liu Zangfeng seemed to be restricted by others outside and could not get out. He missed the time when the two had agreed to enter the hall.

"But there are still people who come on stage to clean their swords?" She vaguely felt something big was going to happen, but she still gathered her mind and tried her best to calm herself down.

I asked three times, but no one responded.

The whole audience became quiet now, and even the sound of pouring tea was clearly heard. Because they knew that the ceremony had reached its end, they became serious unconsciously.

"It's coming after all, when the ceremony ends." Liu Zangyue sighed in her heart, turned to look at Luo Feiyu, but found that he was also very quiet and had no emotional fluctuations.

After a moment, he picked up the sword bag and stood up.

Lin Huaiman frowned slightly, turned around and thought about it. He seemed that he had washed his sword for no less than 300 people. It was understandable that no one came to the stage at this moment. He was about to think of some ending words for the ceremony, but was interrupted by a very sudden sound of footsteps.

"Young Master Gu." Lin Huaiman recognized this face and the sword bag in the person's hand, showing a thoughtful look.

Luo Feiyu did not go to see her, but kept looking at the road beneath her feet.

Seeing that the man was about to walk to him, Lin Huaiman stretched out his hands in advance and wanted to take the sword. However, he was ignored by Luo Feiyu again. He bypassed Lin Huaiman's hand and walked to the highest point. At the same time, he slowly pulled out the sword in his capsule with his right hand.

This behavior is very rude and very rebellious, but it attracts the attention of hundreds of people in the hall.

They saw that the boy tore off the human skin mask from his face and revealed another handsome face below.

Almost everyone in the audience recognizes this face.

It was Luo Feiyu.

He won fourteen consecutive games with fifteen swordsmanship, and was the only one who tied with the defender in the martial arts competition - Luo Feiyu.

Lin Huaiman, who was closest to Luo Feiyu, slowly opened his eyes wide, unable to cover up the fear in his heart.

Because of this sword, she was so familiar with it.

Even though more than twenty years have passed, she, carrying the sheath blood, has never forgotten the intention of death that this sword has brought to her.

This sword once made the mountains and rivers sad and the people were suffering.

The owner of the Burial Sword Villa searches for the sword of the celestial guest, "Fold".

For a moment, the sound of swords being sheathed in the hall was heard one after another. One of the old men asked: "What do you mean by the remnants of the burial swordsman appearing here!"

Luo Feiyu threw away the human skin mask and raised the sword in his hand high, with endless beliefs in his eyes.

He shouted loudly:

"Snow Injustice."
Chapter completed!