"Peacock Feather." Meng Daishan looked at the snow-white peacock and his eyes turned cold.

She had heard of a past story in the world in Gongsun Shilan's mouth.

Peacock feather is a hidden weapon.

But the peacock feather that truly integrates into the peacock's opening its tail is a legend.

According to legend, the Peacock Peach was cast by Tang Yuan, a legendary hidden weapon casting master of the Tang Sect. The hidden weapons he cast were all named after the flying birds. He believed that the highest level of the "Flying Bird" hidden weapon was to perfectly fit the hidden blades that were seducing souls into bird feathers, and used the live birds as hidden weapons. However, he could not reach this level until his death, leaving only a few volumes of broken scores in the Tang Sect. Later, only the first Mucha Ghost barely did it, but he only quenched the crow feathers into sharp blades, which was not considered a true fit. It was not until decades ago that a genius casting master of the Tang Sect did this perfectly, but he disappeared before he could make his mark in the world. Some people speculated that he was bound by the famous strict rules of the Tang Sect and could not step out of the Tang Sect for his whole life; some people said that shortly after he created it, he happened to be in the civil strife of the Tang Sect, and he died unexpectedly in that civil strife.

But now the highest level of this "Flying Bird" hidden weapon actually appeared in Lin Guangtang's hands.

It seems that the inexplicable civil strife and the bizarre disappearance of the genius casting master seemed not as simple as it seemed.

"Lin Guangtang can still accommodate that great Buddha?" Meng Daishan said in a deep voice.

"Is it tolerant to it? The commander said nothing, but it doesn't count." Wang Sufeng replied indifferently.

Meng Daishan took a few steps back and whispered to the deputy general beside him: "You will take your brothers to the Yinglongtai to protect you, and I will stop this guy."

The deputy general was stunned, obviously not coming back to his senses from the brilliance that caused death just now.

Meng Daishan shouted, "You can't go quickly!"

"Yes!" The deputy general hurriedly turned around with a knife.

But he found that someone was standing there, looking like a rogue. He looked at everyone with a long sword, his eyes were stern.

Wang Sufeng called out: "Mr. Chen, it's your turn to draw your sword."

But Chen didn't ask, but did not draw the sword at the first time, but looked at Wang Sufeng, with a certain desire in his eyes.

"You want to ask the sword on Cuiyun's top." Wang Sufeng saw through his desire at a glance.

Chen nodded without asking.

"But your current identity is not a swordsman wandering around the world and seeking challenges, but a worshiper from the Wang family of Lin Guangtang. I hope Mr. Chen can grasp the right measure in this way." Wang Sufeng frowned.

Chen whispered without asking, "Yes, the young master."

"I have never seen such an old young master." Meng Daishan cursed in a low voice.

"Thanks to the old man's tough body." Wang Sufeng waved his hand again, and the peacock with his screen suddenly quieted down, and then walked forward slowly.

Meng Daishan immediately held the spear in his hand. Her spear throwing skills were known for being lightning-thunderous. She was confident that she could stop Wang Sufeng's way in an instant.

Spear out!

But before she even saw the trajectory of the spear being thrown out, the spear turned in the air and landed at her feet.

The dust in front of him did not ask, and most of the sword had already returned to the sheath.

"What a fast sword." Meng Daishan sweated coldly.

"The fast sword is like wind and thunder. The commander must have never seen it before. Let's stay here and enjoy it. Mr. Wang, I'm missing." Wang Sufeng said lightly.

Cuiyun Pin.

Bai Chengzhou's full fingers of true energy hit the sword tip, and it actually collided violently with the sword energy, as if it had a long flow of air, constantly spreading. However, no matter how Bai Chengzhou's fingertips could find a flaw in the sword energy, and it was impossible to tear the sword energy apart.

A leaf knows autumn. A autumn does not know the fallen leaves.

Is there really such pure sword technique in the world?

"What a good sword technique." Bai Chengzhou bounced his fingertips and bounced off the sword energy.

Ling Jianqiu also frowned slightly as he pulled the sword.

It seems that Bai Chengzhou is not as fragile as before, as he is just now, and can defeat him with one sword. It will take some time to beat him.

"Your Majesty, please avoid it for a while!" Kong Wenliang said to the gloomy king.

Emperor Jingyang gritted his teeth and had to retreat downwards.

Ling Jianqiu raised his sword and wanted to chase him, but was beaten back by several bronze masks.

"Your Highness, don't be distracted." Bai Chengzhou turned a mask in his hand.

Ling Jianqiu said in a deep voice: "Get out of here."

"Sorry, I can't let it go by that man. Otherwise, if I go down one day, he will definitely not let me go." Bai Chengzhou shook his sleeves, and countless masked butterfly blades flew up from his sleeves.

Chunmu and Qiushui took a step forward. Within a moment, the butterfly blades were filled with paper-breaking villains, speeding up the butterfly division. The butterfly formation in the sky was also trapped in a bright and radiant poisonous powder, surging towards Ling Jianqiu like a tide.

Ling Jianqiu closed his eyes suddenly.

The pure heart can tell autumn when you look at the leaves, and the sword can tell autumn!

Watch, sword heart!

In the world, it seemed as if only his sword was left, and even he seemed to fall into a psychedelic mist and turned into nothingness.

Outside Yinglongtai.

"I finally arrived." Luo Feiyu stopped and looked at the trembling sword in his hand, frowned.

Gongsun Shilian noticed, "What's wrong with Zhejian?"

Luo Feiyu said in a deep voice: "It's in fear."

"Fear?" Gongsun Shilan was stunned.

Luo Feiyu then emphasized, "I am afraid of the sword."

"Kozhe Jian is originally a sword that kills the sword." Gongsun Shilan's pupils tightened slightly. In her opinion, there was never the only reason that other swords were afraid of the sword, rather than the swords that would be afraid of other swords.

"Because, that's the monarch in the sword--" Luo Feiyu suddenly raised his head and looked towards Cuiyun Ding.

"Sword Heart!"

Bai Chengzhou had already felt the sudden surge intent of the sword, and his heart tightened. But he did not expect to defeat Ling Jianqiu in one fell swoop, but wanted to stop him and get some opportunity for the current emperor. He suddenly destroyed the butterfly blades forward.

But at this moment, on the steps of Yinglongtai, Wang Sufeng, who was carrying a bird cage, suddenly pulled down the curtain covering the bird cage, revealing the swallow, magpie, and crane bird below.

The birds sing together.

Resounds through the sky!

In front of the hall, the peacock feathers, the cranes and snow are born, the crows are tempered, the kites leave their nests, the Yangxi plays, and the red faces are changed. Countless deadly weapons buried among the feathers of birds are all disintegrating at this moment, blooming like crazy flowers.

He was calling on Emperor Jingyang who was rushing to step down!

"Oh no!" Chunmu felt cold in his heart.

Bai Chengzhou heard the birds singing, and hurriedly waved his sleeves and flew the butterfly blades towards the group of hidden weapons! The tingling sound of collision was like a metal rainstorm. Many imperial guards and some tourists from the rivers and lakes had already died here.

At this time, Ling Jianqiu suddenly opened his eyes.

A sword fell.
Chapter completed!