"My fingers were not even time to take action." Bai Chengzhou looked down at his fingers, and cold sweat dripped down his forehead.

"Fortunately, I don't even have a chance to take action." This was the first time Luo Ji was glad that he had lost all his internal strength.

"I didn't expect that he even learned this." Liu Zangyue had not yet come back to her senses.

Ren Shaohua asked: "What is this?"

Liu Zangyue replied in a deep voice: "The fairy's light skills will cross the southern sea."

Nanming is the Tianchi. According to the records of "Xiaoyaoyou", it is Tianchi. The vast sky is even more endless.

Who can cross Tianchi?

Only immortals.

The internal strength is extremely cold, and the palm of the sky and the lightness of the sky crosses the southern sea. Each immortal book only looks at the name, and it has a condescending elegance. As for the power used by this immortal book, everyone dare not think about it again, and there is only fear left in their hearts.

"What are he going to do to capture Brother Gu?" Luo Feiyu broke the silence.

Gongsun Shilan held his hand and said, "Calm down."

Luo Feiyu was about to refute something, but when he turned around, he saw that it was Gongsun Shilan, so he had to spread his hands and said helplessly: "Okay then."

"Gu Jingyao will not die." Liu Zangyue said confidently.

Luo Feiyu was stunned, "Senior Sister, let me know in detail."

"With Junior Brother Mo's current ability, if he wants to kill someone, let alone us, even if he adds a few masters from Lingyue realm, he may not be able to stop him." Liu Zangyue said: "He captured Gu Jingyao, probably to achieve another goal."

Luo Feiyu asked, "What's the purpose?"

"What I know about him should be related to the master's wife. However, his methods of acting are indiscriminate, but everything seems to have a subtle connection. Even I can't guess what he will do next." Liu Zangyue tightened the hilt of the sword.

"Zangyue, don't shake your hands holding the sword." A majestic voice sounded.

Liu Zangyue was shocked and hurriedly drew out the sword and stabbed it in the back. However, something fell steadily on the sword and circled several times. When it stopped, Liu Zangyue looked closely and found that it was a tea cup.

"Master?" She took off the cup of hot tea and shouted at the same time as Luo Feiyu.

An old man holding a teapot appeared in front of him. He opened his mouth and took a sip at the spout, "I didn't expect you to come."

"But I still couldn't stop it." Liu Zangyue took back her sword, lowered her head slightly, held up the teacup and greeted the sword ancestor.

The sword ancestor walked up to her, carried the pot and poured tea into the cup, "The immortals and gods reappeared, and there will inevitably be a catastrophe in the world. It seems that I have always blamed you for mistakes. You have never neglected my teachings with her."

Liu Zangyue had to bury her head lower. In fact, she knew in her heart that her master had never blamed her, but she could not accept that Bai Yulang had died in her hands.

"Then why do you want to play this game of chess with him?" Luo Feiyu asked coldly.

Everyone was shocked, and no one expected that Luo Feiyu would ask so directly.

Jian Zu sighed, "Something has to be done."

"Are you talking about Xue Yuan? That was what I wanted to do." Luo Feiyu said in a deep voice.

Jianzu shook his head, "Tong'er has a better way."

"I have any bad ideas again, why not talk about it." Luo Feiyu sneered, "Let me calculate how many people will die!"

Liu Zangyue shouted, "Junior brother, don't be rude!"

"I'm rude! But many people have died!" Luo Feiyu simply made the words clear.

The sword ancestor turned around and said, "How could I know what he wants?"

"But I can guess when the next storm will come."

Luo Feiyu's eyes sterned, "When?"

“Seventh day of the seventh month.”

The seventh day of the seventh month is the Chinese Valentine's Day for ordinary people. But for people in the martial arts world, it is of great significance.

It was twenty-two years ago that the Sword Forging Alliance completely wiped out the Burial of Sword Villa. From then on, every five years, the Jianghu would hold a sword sacrifice conference to celebrate the heroes of the past. After Liuyue Villa, which was responsible for holding the sword sacrifice conference two years ago, lost its power, the entire Jianghu reached a consensus in a tacit understanding that he wanted to find another family to take over, but was delayed by the rebellion that swept across Liangyang. Now, the Jianghu people gathered in Luoyang, and they would definitely hold a sword sacrifice conference in the capital.

Luo Feiyu pondered for a moment and asked, "What are he going to do?"

However, the sword ancestor did not answer him again, but walked to Ren Shaohua.

Immediately afterwards, he said something that made Liu Zangyue extremely heartbroken.

"It's really similar."

"If you have the chance, go back to Fenghua Sect to sing a stick of incense for him."

"And tell him that I miss him very much."

A gust of breeze blew, and the sword ancestor disappeared from the spot.

Luo Feiyu clenched his fists, "This old boy!"

"Don't worry, little brother." Luo Ji walked up and patted Luo Feiyu on the shoulder, "Don't he live long."

Ren Shaohua was slightly stunned, "Master, where do you get the confidence?"

"I don't have it, but your uncle has it." Luo Ji raised his hand and held Ren Shaohua's shoulder, "After meeting, don't worry about things."

"Tonight, we won't go back without getting drunk!"

In the north, the city is surrounded by wind and drizzle.

In the bookstore, Liang Jingchun put down his pen. His image at this time was ashamed of his name as "Jingyue Scholar". His head was unkempt and his eyes were deep, as if there were many days and nights before he had closed his eyes. He looked at the book book he had just written on the table and said, "It is the most perfect murder book."

"It's done?" A smiley voice sounded from outside the window, and at the same time, the sound of drizzle falling on the umbrella.

"The god blocks the god of killing." Liang Jingchun replied.

"Very good. What should I say next?" The voice outside the window smiled and said, "I beg Mr. Liang to give me a letter?"

Liang Jingchun shook her head, "It is a honor for Liang to give me a letter."

The Heart of the Tribulation.

"That young man has been taken into the secret room by me." Mo Wendong sat down next to the chessboard again.

"Thank you for your hard work, have a cup of tea." Jian Zu said expressionlessly.

Mo Wendong presented a teacup, "Thank you, father."

Jianzu lifted the teapot and poured tea into the cup, but suddenly, the teacun suddenly showed signs of cracking. Mo Wendong frowned slightly, hurriedly let go, and looked down at the teacun turning into dust on the ground with the tea water.

"You are in a state of killing?" Mo Wendong looked at a blood mark that oozed out of his fingertips.

"I rarely can't control my murderous intention. The last time I had such a strong murderous intention was when I faced those immortals twenty-two years ago." Jian Zu still held the teapot and said indifferently.

Mo Wendong smiled, "It seems that you already know it."

The sword ancestor narrowed his eyes slightly, "Why?"

Mo Wendong did not hide anything at all, "because only by becoming this world in person can we truly achieve all living beings like chess. Only when we hope for what we can truly realize!"
Chapter completed!