Thirty years ago, the aura of outstanding people on Wudang Mountain rose to the east. Over the past thirty years, many talents in the mountains have emerged.

Among them, the most famous one is Murong Haoyue.

Murong Haoyue first entered Wudang Mountain Gate at the age of five, became a disciple of Yu Yin at the age of six, and showed his strength at the age of eight, and was famous in the seven swords in the sword box at the age of ten, and was famous in the world with Xiao Haochen. At the age of fourteen, he went alone into the world to ask about the heart of the sword. The world was dangerous, but he never lost. Until five years ago, he inexplicably disappeared in the Yangzhou area.

No one would doubt that the Zixiao Thunder Box behind Yin Yin Sanren would sooner or later fall on Murong Haoyue's back. As the number one genius in Wudang's history, it was only a matter of time before his replacement Yin Yin was replaced.

If someone insists on saying something that someone wants to doubt, it is probably Yin Yin himself. No matter how he is unwilling to admit this fact, if someone mentions this in front of him, he will be furious.

Yin Yin Sanren felt that he would not come this day, at least he would not come when he was still in the world.

But he didn't expect that this day not only came, but also came so quickly.

The long sword in Murong Haoyue's hand had pressed against Yin Yin's neck.

He used a long sword in his hand to transform three thunder swords, and put Yin Yin Sanren to death.

This is Murong Haoyue, who is only twenty-two years old.

"Uncle Master, there are still last words." Murong Haoyue's face looked like water.

Yin Yin Sanren dared not move rashly, for fear that a blood mark would appear on his neck as soon as he moved.

I don’t know what Murong Haoyue has experienced in the past five years, but now he has the killing spirit that should not be a Taoist priest!

"Do you want to break the immortal fortune of the entire Wudang Mountain?" Yin Yinsanren's Taoist robe was broken and he looked at Murong Haoyue tightly.

Murong Haoyue said lightly: "Why do you have to do it?"

Yin Yinsanren said coldly: "All this I did is for the immortal fortune of Taoism in the world!"

Murong Haoyue retorted: "But, because of everything you did, too many things have been destroyed."

"What do you know, a child who is not dry! My senior brother and I have clearly touched the threshold for becoming an immortal, but we were born at the wrong time. Why?" Yin Yin Sanren roared unwillingly.

"If you hadn't instigated the four major Taoists to go to Loulan eighteen years ago, would you have this retribution? A hundred years ago moved the capital to Luoyang, and the emperor left the music score in Jinling, so he naturally followed the way of heaven. How many times has the master told you about these things?"

"Your master is even less qualified to train me!" Yin Yin Sanren roared.

A ray of lightning flashed faintly in the box, and the thunder was dull, but it made people feel cold.

"Then you go and die!" Murong Haoyue's eyes sterned and she swung the sword in her hand, "After death, there will be immortals who will scold you!"

After saying that, he stabbed him.

Suddenly, a strange fragrance wafted into the high hall.

"Yuxuan, where are you?" Gongsun Shilian was furious and stopped in a corner panting, revealing despair in her tone.

Gongsun Shilan understood that with Tang Yuxuan's nature, she would definitely appreciate the poison prison he set up in a certain place. But Gongsun Shilan searched all the nearby areas, but she couldn't find that figure.

Gongsun Shilian finally began to feel uneasy, but now it is urgent to find her.

As for King Yan Jingchen of Muhuai, he could only believe him.

Gongsun Shilan took a deep breath and was about to run, but suddenly smelled a stream of sandalwood.

The fragrance is very strong, with a little medicinal fragrance and a faint smell of fishy smell.

"This sandalwood is mixed with blood. It seems that I am right. Yuxuan really drew the poison into the sandalwood." Gongsun Shilian thought silently, "But, the fragrance has not reached this place just now, why is the sandalwood floating farther and farther away? The blood inside is getting stronger and stronger..."

"Could it be..." Gongsun Shilian felt cold.

"Yuxuan is constantly adding poison to the cauldron!"

That is her own blood.

"...She is there!" Gongsun Shilan's pupils shrank, and she felt an indescribable coldness all over her body.

Murong Haoyue felt unreasonable limp, and the sword slid from her hands, and she half-kneeled on the ground.

"The third thing, you go to Gaotang immediately. Gaotang will not be used to get married tonight because I will not marry her. And you wait for someone in Gaotang and then kill him. Then, you will be the one who marry Nan Sheng. However, he has already drunk the Qinhuai River water and was infected with the same poison as you. If you really can't beat it, you will drag it until the poison spreads to Gaotang. The poison of both of you will recur, and neither of you will be able to kill each other. At that time, I will come to give you an antidote and then kill him."

Yan Jingchen's words were still in his ears. Murong Haoyue wanted to pick up the long sword, but found that she could not raise her strength no matter what.

"Are you poisoned?" Yin Yin Sanren put away his previous embarrassment and looked at Murong Haoyue thoughtfully. After all, he was also a Taoist priest who had been in the world for many years, and his experience in the martial arts world was also an experienced Taoist. He suddenly thought of: "Is this poison in the Qinhuai River?"

Murong Haoyue used his true energy and said with all his strength: "Why are you not poisoned..."

Yin Yin Sanren not only did not have the luck of surviving the disaster at this moment, but also had the arrogance of a fairy looking down on the mortals. "How about drinking the bones of brothers of the same school?"

"What..." Murong Haoyue was shocked.

"There are the corpses of your junior brother in the Qinhuai River. How could I let their ashes scorched by the thunder box defile my fairy bones!" Yin Yin Sanren sneered and summoned three thunder swords from the thunder box.

"You killed them with your own hands?" Murong Haoyue roared, suppressing the vomiting.

Yin Yin Sanren walked to Murong Haoyue step by step, "Go to hell with them!"

The three thunder swords suddenly fell towards Murong Haoyue.

"I haven't married her yet, I can't die..." Murong Haoyue looked at the oncoming thunder sword and closed her eyes in despair.

"Roll!" A roar came from outside the high hall.

A solid white boy fell down and fell in front of Murong Haoyue, smashing a hole on the ground, and completely transforming the attack of the three thunder swords.

Yin Yin Sanren hurriedly took back the thunder sword, swept back, turned his head slightly, and looked at the purple clothes standing at the door, "It's you."

Wudang leader, Xiao Haochen.

Xiao Haochen smiled and said to Su Nansheng beside him: "Why don't you go and save my senior brother?"

Su Nansheng nodded and hurriedly ran towards Murong Haoyue.

Yin Yin Sanren saw the intention and hurriedly set off the Thunder Sword to stop Su Nansheng, but suddenly felt that the scenery around him was changing rapidly, and the red silk slowly disappeared, replaced by chaos.

In the chaos, there were only Yin Yin Sanren and Xiao Haochen.

"Chenwei, Star-Binding Array." Xiao Haochen smiled softly and tilted his head, "Uncle Master, it's rare to meet again. Why would you please give me some advice on Chenwei Tianyi?"
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