The clouds are lonely.

The four words "The end is coming" that Xiao Haochen said undoubtedly exploded in Murong Haoyue's heart. The most heartbreaking and regretful thing he had in his life was that he witnessed his beloved Yu die in Changbai with his own eyes. Now someone told him that his wife is still alive, but this person also told him that his wife will soon be in the world. This means that he will experience another heart-wrenching pain, separation from life and death.

"Tell me clearly." Murong Haoyue took several steps in the clouds, with purple thunder lingering on her body.

"But I think I've already made it clear." Xiao Haochen shrugged.

Murong Haoyue's eyes turned cold, "What do you mean?"

"The words are very shallow, without deep meaning. It is the meaning you have realized with senior brother." Xiao Haochen lowered his head and smiled, sounding full of contempt.

Murong Haoyue's eyes were red and she shouted: "Xiao Haochen!"

"Senior brother, if you have time to ask this and that, why would you better let me take a few more glances at the Immortal Sword?" Xiao Haochen interrupted him, "Maybe after you poked a few holes, you'll do everything in truth?"

After Xiao Haochen finished speaking, he raised his head and saw several lightnings slashing through the clouds, from far to near.

"I'm really impatient." Xiao Haochen stretched out his finger and bounced it. Bai Zi, who fell in front of him, stood up and formed a shield.

"But, it's not enough." Xiao Haochen frowned slightly.

The chess and shield blocked the lightning strikes that came one after another, like a shocking drum beating.

Xiao Haochen sighed: "Senior brother, don't be angry and embarrassed."

Seeing the stalemate, Murong Haoyue slapped the sword box suddenly.

In the dense clouds, dark thunder surged out!

Under Yinglong Platform.

Liu Zangfeng had already held the spring willow in February and fought again with the killer of Naiheqiao. Liu Zangyue responded to Lin Huaiman's promise and did not take action easily, but just watched from the side. But she was such a swordsman. After just taking a few glances, she saw that Liu Zangfeng's chances of winning were extremely slim. She was hesitating whether to take action, but seeing that Lin Huaiman's expression was still calm, she had to give up.

But at this moment, she suddenly felt the sword energy coming from behind! She couldn't help but be shocked.

Liu Zangyue turned around suddenly, and after seeing the person clearly, she was overjoyed and said, "Junior brother?"

"Senior Sister! I haven't seen you for so long, you have become beautiful." After Luo Feiyu landed on the ground, he smiled, "I am getting younger and younger."

"It's so slick. If you have such words, it's better to say it to her." Liu Zangyue looked at Gongsun Shilan beside him.

Gongsun Shilan bowed to her, "Senior Liu."

"She doesn't need to be beautiful. She has always been beautiful." Luo Feiyu waved his hands repeatedly.

"Is my skin itchy? I thought I couldn't hear what you mean?" Liu Zangyue raised her eyebrows.

"Senior sister, now is not the time to talk nonsense." Luo Feiyu suddenly raised his head and said seriously. He naturally noticed Liu Zangfeng who was present, but he finally suppressed the urge to stab Liu Zangfeng in the back.

"At such a critical moment, I wish I could not add any harm to the point." He felt regretful.

"You mean, the sword energy on the top of Cuiyun?" Liu Zangyue said in a deep voice.

Luo Feiyu nodded, but skipped the explanation stage and said bluntly: "I hope my senior sister will open the way for us!"

"I have no choice." Liu Zangyue drew out her long sword.

The momentum of a sword turned into drizzle.

Those who block the road ahead are all over the place.

Cuiyun Pin.

Ling Jianqiu finally drew his sword.

It is as bright as frost and snow, its momentum is like a long rainbow, and its meaning is as vast as the sky.

Sword Heart!

"Chen" Jian Zhengming, Ling Jianqiu also opened his eyes suddenly.

The sword falls! Destroy!

Ling Jianqiu was slightly stunned when he saw that there was no obstacle in front of him.

He was originally going to the front of the emperor with the intention of asking for guilt. He was originally intended to cut open the butterfly blade formation set up by Bai Chengzhou, but at this time the butterfly blade turned and swung to the hidden weapon that was raining like rain. The wounded in the field were trapped and trapped, and no one could get out to stop the sword.

In this way, there will be only one result.

Emperor Jingyang will die under this sword!

But Ling Jianqiu just hesitated for a moment and then fell down with the sword.

Since the death of this emperor brother is decided.

Then die!

After the death of the emperor, he would turn around and head to Lin'an City without hesitation.

Go and find the next person and ask for guilt.

As long as there are still people in this world with royal blood, he will be guilty.

Whether it is a criminal or a regicide.

Since the castration cannot be changed and it is not done by others, then follow the trend.

This is the case with the sword.

This is the heart.

The same is true for everything in the world!

Bai Chengzhou's pupils shrank slightly, but the hidden weapon that was soaked like rain did not leave him any room for breath.

Yu Jing also wanted to escape and cut off the sword energy. But when he wanted to hold his palm, he found that the vastly different palm power between him and Yu Wei had a bizarre blend, forming a strange stickiness that he could not break free in a short period of time.

Yu Jing shouted: "Remove your palm."

Yu Wei increased the strength on his palm, "Don't withdraw!"

The swords gathered.

It is no longer "destroy", but-

"punish"!

Emperor Jingyang turned around suddenly and glared at the sword.

"Your Majesty!" Kong Wenliang said in surprise.

"Go to the Huangquan!" Yuwei widened his eyes, looking extremely creepy on his skinny face.

"It's really a wonderful sword! I thought that a person as old-fashioned as Senior Brother, would not be able to swing such a wonderful sword." Suddenly, a praise came from afar, "I'll take back the preface."

Another sword blocked the "Dun" sword.

"It's you." Ling Jianqiu narrowed his eyes slightly and smiled faintly.

"Senior brother, it's okay if you don't come to me to reminisce after you arrive in Luoyang. But you came here to make such a big show and even asked someone to stop me. It's really unkind." The sword-holder lowered his head and smiled.

Ling Jianqiu murmured: "Let's get your heart fire and try new tea."

"Poetry and wine should be taking advantage of our youth." Luo Feiyu also looked up at him.

The Heart of the Tribulation.

Pond, bamboo curtain, new fire, tea fragrance.

Everything is like the tea table set beside the Crescent Spring outside the Jade Gate in the past.

"It's finally here, it's time to meet." He murmured, then turned his head slightly.

At this time, a woman walked out of the Jiexin Mansion.

The woman was holding a sword bag in her hand, and her delicate face was exactly the same as that of the Master of Xianyun Sword Xiao Xianyun, but it was a little colder. It was obvious that she was not the real Xiao Xianyun, but the substitute of Jinghua Concubine Caiyun replaced Xiao Xianyun.

Her true identity is the famous star of the four seasons, Frost Yan Dongxue.

"Stay." said the old man.

Dongxue frowned, "The Pavilion Master is in trouble."

"But you don't have a sword in your hand." The old man took a sip of tea.

Shuangyan was about to say something, but found that the sword bag in her hand had been broken into two halves at some point, and the sword inside disappeared.

"Don't show off the courage of holding a sword without a sword."

The old man's voice still echoed between the courtyards.

The person is gone.
Chapter completed!