Murong Haoyue said in a deep voice: "It's you."

"I thought you and I were just a chance meeting." Ling Jianqiu's eyes were cold, "I'm meeting again, but I am an opponent." This sentence shows his intention to appear here.

Murong Haoyue narrowed her eyes, "What the hell do you want to do?"

"Just want to know if you have grown up after you have parted in the old age?" Ling Jianqiu said lightly.

Murong Haoyue frowned, "We have seen it more than once."

Ling Jianqiu had no expression on his face, "Oh?"

"At the Luoyang royal family's Heaven-Inquiry Ceremony, you stepped onto Yinglong Platform and pointed your sword at the imperial front. At that time, I was also present." Murong Haoyue said softly.

Ling Jianqiu shook his head and said sincerely, "Sorry, I don't remember."

"Don't remember?" Mo Haochen's heart was shocked. If he had to say the most shocking and most impressive thing at the Inquiry Festival, it would not be Ling Jianqiu's sword pointing to Emperor Jingyang, nor would it be Luo Feiyu who went on stage to fight Ling Jianqiu at the top of the imperial city.

Instead, Murong Haoyue and Xiao Haochen, who have all entered the realm of immortality, are determined by the clouds.

If you raise your hand, the world will change color, and rain will fall and thunder will surge.

But the person in front of him said, don’t you remember?

But what Mo Haochen didn't know was that what Ling Jianqiu said was not that he forgot it.

But in his impression, this has never happened.

"When I hold the sword, I can't stand anything except the sword in my hand and the person pointed by my sword's edge." Ling Jianqiu explained for the first time: "But this time I have another reason besides the sword."

Mo Haochen was stunned, "What is it?"

"Let my hatred for destroying the country and destroying the family can be relieved." Ling Jianqiu's robe raised.

Mu Ke's eyes widened. This was the first time she felt such a strong lofty meaning on Ling Jianqiu. It seemed that he could meet an opponent like Murong Haoyue, who had been longing for a long time. Or rather, he had to fight this time.

Murong Haoyue shook her head, "But I don't want to be an enemy of you."

"I don't want to do it either." Ling Jianqiu jumped out with his sword.

But Murong Haoyue steadily caught it.

"You haven't unsheathed." Murong Haoyue looked at the scabbard that fell in her hand.

"Your sword is not out of the box either. So, I won't be out of the sheath." Ling Jianqiu said lightly.

Murong Haoyue sighed, "In the face of countless unfair things that are enough to break the world, are you still thinking about maintaining this fragile fairness and justice without choosing to give in?"

"But there are always some things that are eternal. For example, the sword in my hand, and for example." Ling Jianqiu suddenly increased the strength of holding the sword, and a sword energy rose from the scabbard and broke through the air, "The truth."

Murong Haoyue let go of her hand and also released the sharp sword energy.

Then raise your hand and press your finger against your chest.

The sound of the thunder box opening was like a spring thunder sounding out of thin air. Three thunder swords flew out like milk swallows leaving their nests. With a speed of thunder, they passed Ling Jianqiu's dense sword energy that was as dense as rain.

"The power of the three swords can break the sword rain." Murong Haoyue raised her hand to recall the Thunder Sword.

"Jianyu? Maybe my junior brother's sword can be called so fancy." Ling Jianqiu pulled out the scabbard, "and my sword has always been just a sword."

"It's always a sword."

Murong Haoyue frowned slightly, not knowing what she meant, but was just retracting the three thunder swords one by one. But just when he touched the last one, his face suddenly changed. He hurriedly waved his sleeves and knocked the thunder sword away. Within a moment, the thunder sword exploded and turned into powder in the air.

At the same time, Ling Jianqiu's sword has been completely unsheathed.

Murong Haoyue was shocked.

The sword of the Thunder Box is cast by Wudang Golden Thunder, and it is not easy for ordinary masters to destroy one with all their might.

What's more, when this man destroyed the thunder sword, the sword was still in the sheath?

What's more, it's the thunder sword controlled by him, Murong Haoyue!

Murong Haoyue said in a deep voice: "Achen."

Mo Haochen was also stunned by the scene in front of him. It took him a long time to react, "Senior Brother."

Murong Haoyue said it concisely, “Go forward.”

Mu Kexin pressed the hilt of the sword with his hands, and the coldness suddenly arose on the sword body, but the other hand suppressed the coldness.

Mu Kexin looked at the hand on the back of his hand and was slightly stunned.

Ling Jianqiu turned his head and shook his head, "Don't draw the sword."

Mu Kexin asked, "Why?"

Ling Jianqiu did not answer, but lifted Jiankong and slashed forward, and a purple lightning flashed out strangely. Mu Kexin noticed something strange and raised his head.

But he saw six thunder swords floating in the air, and purple thunder rolled upside down, connecting them into an almost invisible thunder net, trapping the two of them in the middle. Mu Kexin was also shocked. If she had set out the sword rashly just now, she would probably have been seriously injured.

"Senior Brother!" Mo Haochen exclaimed, and he formed a sword formation with six thunder swords alone. The true energy consumed by this move was definitely not under the Yao sword technique!

Murong Haoyue shouted in a low voice: "Don't look back!"

"Wu Dang leader Mo turned around, follow the order of senior brother!" Mo Haochen ran forward.

After Mo Haochen walked away, Murong Haoyue retreated to the sword formation, and the six thunder swords also quickly spun around him.

"Is it the time for us to fight in real battle?" Ling Jianqiu asked.

Murong Haoyue nodded, "Yes."

Before the Taoyuan.

"It's really you." Luo Feiyu held the sword tightly and looked at the figure gradually becoming clearer in front of him.

"I didn't expect that I would meet you in my lifetime." Tang Zangtian said coldly.

Luo Feiyu sighed: "I saw the letter from Mr. Xie saying, Mo Wendong headed westward, and the one who was walking with him was also the Master of Mo Jian. At first I thought you were killed by Mo Wendong, so I simply wanted to settle the old debts and new revenge together. But now it seems that this is not the case."

"That's a coincidence." Tang Zangtian said calmly: "I also have new kindness to repay, and old accounts to settle. Now, it just happened to be in front of me."

"Depending on your attitude, are you going to draw your sword at me?" Luo Feiyu frowned.

Tang Zangtian did not comment.

Luo Feiyu asked, "Why!"

Tang Zangtian still refused to answer, but instead leaped up with his sword, with an amazing momentum.

The ink sword is not the sword attack technique!

It was Luo Feiyu who taught him the sword technique in Junshan back then.

Luo Feiyu blocked the sword.

"You walked all the way from Yumen, and the people you met on the way were all your old friends." Tang Zangtian sneered: "Have you never thought about why you owe so much old debt!"

Luo Feiyu hesitated for a moment and replied: "I thought about it."

Tang Zangtian mocked: "Have you ever thought about it?"

"It was precisely because I thought about it that I chose to come here." Luo Feiyu looked up at him, "and not to be ashamed of his wish!"

"I'm here to swing my sword."

"I swung my sword to kill him."
Chapter completed!