"Master, why do you want to regroup Juexi Hall?" asked a man in black wearing a hat on the desert.

"Eliminate disasters for others." Tang Yunying stood in front, and his black robe danced with the strong wind.

The man in black continued to ask, "Who is the one who?"

Tang Yunying didn't look back, "Immortal."

"Immortal?"

"A madman who can't tolerate any variables."

dusk.

The sunset fell into the ravines and quicksand, and also illuminated an unknown corner of the West.

Like a dream, like a illusion, like a mirror or a flower.

This is a mirage. It is full of vitality that is incompatible with the surrounding desert, standing between heaven and earth as if it is isolated from the world, spanning thousands of years.

A woman appeared from the fog by the moon spring and looked up at the horizon.

She didn't look old, but there was something indescribable between her eyebrows and eyes, and the remaining mist on her body added a bit of hazy feeling to her.

Just like a common mirage in this desert, it is mysterious and still has fairy spirit.

Whenever it is dawn or dusk, that is, when it is day and night, she has the opportunity to take a look at the world. This is also the few times in the day when mirages can match reality, even if it is just a moment, even if she faces an empty desert all day long, it can at least bring her a sense of reality.

This is something that mirage cannot give.

"I don't know when I can go out." The woman murmured, her tone extremely calm.

It seems that the persistence that has been going on for more than ten years has become the norm for her.

"Report to the clan leader, there is a guest from the Central Plains." An illusory female voice came from the fog.

The woman was a little surprised, "Who is it?"

"She claims to be your old acquaintance to the patriarch."

"I have had six old acquaintances. Who will be here this time?" the woman slowly looked up.

The fog in front of him quietly swept away.

A willow shirt holding a sword appeared in the fog.

"It seems that you still remember this." What the woman said was like a long period of time before it came into Liu Zangyue's ears.

Liu Zangyue's voice was also very light, afraid of disturbing this place that would not exist in the world, "Of course I remember."

"Since you are back, what about the others? Your lover, your master." The woman lowered her head after saying this, and said the last name with the emotion she shouldn't have, "Or, Mo Wendong, that guy."

Liu Zangyue whispered: "I came here this time just to tell you one person."

The woman looked up, "Could it be that he is back?"

A few miles outside the Yumen, a horse neighed.

Luo Feiyu's figure came to an abrupt end.

Ren Shaohua followed, "Are you afraid of being close to home?"

"The people who have lived here have no so-called home." Luo Feiyu shook his head, "How come he feels so close to home."

Ren Shaohua said lightly: "Don't think too much."

Luo Feiyu raised his head and said, "It's still half a day to go to Taoyuan."

"My father told me that it is a good place." Ren Shaohua also looked up.

"Don't ask the east, it must be there." Luo Feiyu said in a deep voice.

Just as everyone was about to continue rushing, Gongsun Shilan suddenly grabbed Luo Feiyu's reins, "Let's go."

Luo Feiyu frowned, "I have murderous aura."

"Where does the murderous aura come from?" Liu Yili asked.

"From the shadow." Gongsun Shilan Jiangmo was unsheathed, and the light of a sword was shining, and the sky and earth were low, which wiped away the setting sun.

It also erases the light and shadow.

"You take the lead." Gongsun Shilan turned to Luo Feiyu and said, "I had a battle with him in Chang'an, and he would not hurt me."

Luo Feiyu was stunned, "Why?"

Gongsun Shilan whispered: "He is Yuxuan's father."

Luo Feiyu wanted to ask something, but was interrupted by Ren Shaohua. He patted Luo Feiyu on the shoulder and then said to Liu Yili: "Yili, stay here to help the host."

"Okay." Liu Yili jumped up and spun the Qinghuo Qin around her body. When she landed on the ground, the Qin had landed horizontally on her arm.

"Walk."

Only when Luo Feiyu and Ren Shaohua left were a hundred feet away, light and shadow returned to this world.

"Sword Artillery Building and Liuyue Villa? What a wonderful joint effort." A black shadow stood in the shadow.

The black shadow quickly turned into a human form.

"Do you know what he is going to do when he goes?" Tang Yunying asked.

"I don't understand what Lord Tang wants to do." Gongsun Shilan asked back.

Tang Yunying coughed gently but did not answer.

"We came this time just to break the deadlock. Does Lord Tang have to make this game difficult to break and watch it develop into a deadlock?" Gongsun Shilan said slowly: "The deadlock is exactly the situation Mo Wendong wants to see the most, and he will not miss any opportunity to develop into a deadlock."

"I don't understand what you said." Tang Yunying stepped forward.

Gongsun Shilan held the sword tightly.

"It's just this time, I don't want to listen to anyone's advice." Tang Yunying raised her sleeves, "Even if you are her friend."

"Because I am the same as those people ahead."

"We've been dormant for too long."

"Who are you?" Ren Shaohua suddenly looked up and looked at the two figures with their backs facing away from them.

Luo Feiyu murmured: "What a familiar sword energy."

But they couldn't leave time for them to think too much, one of the figures turned around suddenly, accompanied by a dragon roar, and the dust around them rose in an instant. "Is it him?" Luo Feiyu had an answer in his heart, and wanted to signal Ren Shaohua to run in two directions. But the sword energy was surprisingly swift, and it actually cut off the heads of the two good horses under their seats. The two hurriedly jumped up. After landing, the sand they were originally in had been stained with blood.

Luo Feiyu said in a deep voice: "Dragon Roar Sword Sect."

Ren Shaohua frowned, "What a strong anger."

"But the Dragon Roar Sword Sect should not be famous for its hostility." Luo Feiyu looked up and looked forward again.

The boy who turned around was about the same age as them, but he had the violent aura that he shouldn't have at this age.

Luo Feiyu called out the man's name, "Long Tunhai."

When he went to Junshan to ensure the success of the Xuewen, he agreed to Liu Biran's request and went to participate in the sword sacrifice competition. Among the people he met with the competition, Long Twunhai.

"The Dragon Roar Sword Sect has declined, I am ashamed of this Dragon surname." Long Tunhai said coldly.

Luo Feiyu narrowed his eyes, "What do you mean?"

"Do you know why the surname Long was erased?" Long Tunhai looked at him.

"Because of Quandu's own family affairs, outsiders intervened!" Long Tunhai raised his black sword and slashed at Luo Feiyu.

Ren Shaohua turned a deaf ear to the two people who suddenly had a conflict, and his eyes always fell on the man in black who had never turned around.

"Who are you?"
Chapter completed!