Great Dao Ji

After decades of ups and downs, the Chiayi Sect has been covered with vicissitudes of life, and it is one of the few great sects in the world that has not repaired its headquarters.

However, walking around has a unique flavor.

Yun Dongliu led the two of them through several corridors and came to a small courtyard.

There was an apologetic smile on his face:

"There are too many people coming here these days, so I can only bother two heroines to share a room."

"What did Master Yun say? Our sisters are disturbing us by coming here without permission."

Bai Xian'er smiled slightly, her smart eyes half-bent, looking playful.

"The two heroines have a rest for a while. Yun will go and boil some tea and food for you two."

Yundongliu didn't squint his eyes and gave a slight salute.

"A pot of tea is enough. Our sisters also bring dry food."

Bai Xian'er responded with a gift:

"Here comes Hero Lao Yun."

Yun Dongliu smiled bitterly, turned and left.

The two of them waited until his back disappeared, then walked into the room unhurriedly.

The decoration of the guest room is simple and plain, but it is extremely clean and has obviously been cleaned.

squeak~

Bai Xian'er closed the door and breathed a sigh of relief.

At this time, the chivalrous sect was mixed with dragons and snakes, and there were even many masters on the ground list. It was too exciting for the two of them from the demon sect to walk here.

If she is discovered, not to mention her, even Wu Shuang is afraid that she will fall here.

"Senior sister performed well. After all, she has gone through experience."

Wu Shuang, on the other hand, just smiled lightly without any nervousness.

"Junior sister is not afraid."

Bai Xianer wiped the seat, asked Wushuang to sit down, and gently squeezed his shoulders:

"With so many decent martial arts people gathered in the Chivalry Sect, is it too dangerous for Junior Sister to come here?"

From the entrance of Chivalrous Gate to this house, she felt the aura of no less than ten Qi masters, and she had to be careful.

"Feng Qingxuan came to this chivalry sect, so naturally I can come too."

Wushuang, please pull up your long hair and said calmly.

"Shengfeng Qingxuan wants to use the righteousness of Jianghu to build up momentum for a breakthrough, so why bother, junior sister?"

Bai Xian'er was a little puzzled.

Although she knew that Wushuang wanted to compete with Feng Qingxuan for the position of the leader of the Six Hells Demon Sect, not to mention that this time the Demon Lord was still young and powerful, he wanted to pass on the throne, and that was something that happened after the Divine Meridian.

Without overpowering the martial arts of the other great Dharma Kings, it would be impossible to compete for the position of sect leader.

It is too early to compete at this time.

"The Fighting Demon Heart Sutra is the most powerful magical skill of our Holy Sect. However, it cannot beat my White Lotus Heart Sutra until it develops its momentum. But if it achieves its momentum, it will be difficult to limit it."

Wushuang chuckled lightly, his eyes dim:

"Then Feng Qingxuan wants to take advantage of the situation to break through, how can I tolerate him?"

"Junior sister, are you trying to sabotage this matter?"

Bai Xian'er's heart skipped a beat, and she felt a little scared: "Junior sister, you once said that this matter is the Lord Demon's intention."

"So what if the Demon Lord knows about it? A loser will not let the Demon Lord care."

As he spoke, Wushuang tapped the table lightly:

"Even the Demon Lord may not be unaware of my purpose of going down the mountain!"

"What?"

Bai Xian'er was surprised: "Then, then we"

"Senior sister, you have stayed in the mud for too long, which is not good."

Wushuang's voice was a little cold:

"I hope you can make some progress after this incident, otherwise"

"Junior sister said yes!"

Bai Xian'er's face turned pale and she forcibly calmed down:

"Then what do you want to do here, junior sister?"

She knew that no matter what Wushuang wanted to do, she had no choice but to follow it to the end.

A duplicitous person cannot survive even in the Demon Sect.

"If the War Demon Heart Sutra is to build momentum, it is natural to come to the door openly and openly! These martial arts people only thought that Feng Qingxuan was afraid of Yun Haitian, but they never thought that he was building momentum, waiting for Yun Haitian to recover from his injuries and return to his full glory. !”

Wushuang's eyes were filled with ripples, and the corners of his mouth were slightly raised behind the veil:

"He wants to be upright and build momentum, but I just can't do what he wants!"

"Junior sister wants to take action against Yun Haitian?"

Bai Xian'er frowned slightly.

Yun Haitian has been famous for many years and has outstanding achievements. Many masters of the Great Zhou Dynasty have died under him. He once fought against King Chi Lian and survived, and later fought against the leader of the Beggar Clan, Wang Jianglong, several times.

It can be said that he is the well-deserved number one person under the divine veins.

How could Wushuang have such confidence?

"It's not just martial arts that can defeat a person. The heavy damage to the soul is much more painful than the physical body."

Wushuang said lightly and suddenly tapped the table with his fingers.

Bai Xian'er immediately stopped speaking.

"Two heroines, the tea has been boiled."

Yun Dongliu's voice sounded outside the door.

A smile appeared on Wushuang's face and he responded softly:

"Master Yun, please come in."

Three red suns adorn the blue sky, and the sea of ​​clouds rolls thousands of miles away.

In the Zhongzhou Plain, the terrain is open and thousands of hectares of fertile farmland stretch as far as the eye can see. Many rivers, including the Dalong River and the Lancang River, flow through the land like roaring dragons.

Dalong River, Changlong River, and Lancang River were the three largest rivers in the Dafeng Dynasty.

It nourishes and irrigates the seventy-three prefectures of Dafeng, thousands of prefectures and cities, and countless fertile fields. It can be called the river of life in Dafeng.

These three rivers crisscross the north and south, rarely intersecting, and the only intersection is Zhongzhou Wanlong Lake!

Wanlong Lake is 6,300 miles long from east to west and 3,400 miles wide from north to south. It is the largest lake in Dafeng and even in the world.

It describes the countless fishermen and the countless fertile fields along the coast.

Boom!

Rumble!

The surging river water rolled in, like thousands of dragons returning to the sea, splashing endless waves under a towering mountain in the center of the lake.

This peak is called Wanlong Peak.

It is located in the middle of Wanlong Lake. It has been baptized by countless rivers for countless years and is a world-famous mountain.

The one occupying this mountain is one of the great sects of Dafeng, Longque Sect.

According to legend, this sect was passed down by the Dragon Sparrow Sword Master seven hundred years ago. Unfortunately, seven hundred years have passed and everything has been blown away by the wind and rain.

Although it has not fallen into a third-rate sect, it has long lost its former glory.

There are not many disciples left. If it were not for the current head Cao Zhan's great success in qi and meridians, and if it were not for the top ten of the earth list, I am afraid that even this Wanlong Peak could not be defended.

Wanlong Peak, in front of the Longque Sect's mountain gate.

Step~

A black dragon boot stepped on the white stone floor and came to the front of the Longque Sect's mountain gate.

"On the thousand-foot peak, white jade has been paved over the ten-mile mountain gate for seven hundred years without any change. I wonder what the Dragon Sparrow Sword Master was like back then."

The breeze blew up the black cloak, and Feng Qingxuan looked at the surging lake under the Wanlong Mountain, thinking back to the past, and felt yearning.

Behind him, two thin swordsmen in black clothes, whose faces were not seen, remained silent.

"Yingyi, call the door."

Looking at the mountain gate in the distance, Feng Qingxuan spoke lightly.

"Yes."

One of the black-clothed swordsmen behind him responded hoarsely, took a few steps forward, and made a clanging sound like the sound of metal clashing:

"Where is Cao Zhan?"

Boom!

Under the spread of the surging true energy, the sound waves crisscrossed the white jade square, blowing towards the Dragon Sparrow Mountain Gate like a gust of wind.

"What, who is it?"

The disciple on duty in front of the Dragon Sparrow Mountain Gate felt his eyes go black and almost fell to the ground.

Cao Zhan!

Cao Zhan!

The mighty echoes like thousands of people shouting together reverberated in the gate of Longque Mountain.

"Who? Who is it?"

"Such a powerful true energy, who is coming!"

"Calling the master's name directly, I'm afraid he is not a good person!"

In the gate of Longque Sect, many disciples and elders all changed their faces when they heard this sound.

The sound waves echoed for dozens of miles. Even if such a master is not as strong as their master, he is probably already a congenital master with condensed qi channels.

"He actually found it"

In the main hall of Longque, Cao Zhan stood up suddenly with a solemn face.

"Master, do you know who is coming?"

A white-haired old man looked grim, and seemed to have remembered a name.

"What should come has finally come. It is really not good to rely on luck."

Cao Zhan sighed.

At this time, there is no need to say who will come to find him.

He also knew about the gathering initiated by Yun Haitian of Xiayi Sect, but he had fallen out with Yun Haitian because of his disciple more than ten years ago, so he couldn't bring himself to seek shelter in Xiayi Sect.

He just felt that the world was so big, and Feng Qingxuan might not come to him.

Unfortunately

"Feng Qingxuan, the Holy Son of the Six Hells Demon Sect!"

The white-haired old man's breathing became rapid:

"Master, you leave quickly, let me go to resist!"

"It's too late."

Cao Zhan shook his head and stepped out of the door:

"Elder Wang, you take the disciples down the mountain. After today, we Longque can't protect Wanlong Peak."

When he reached the door, he paused and added:

"If you can't escape, protect Sun En. He is the last hope of my Longque Sect!"

"Master!"

The white-haired old man caught up with Cao Zhan and stopped him: "No, Master, Longque Sect can't do without you. Without you, my Longque Sect has no hope."

"Elder Wang, there is no need to say more. His target is me. If he can't see me, Longque Sect will be eliminated from the world today."

Cao Zhan pushed the old man away with a flick of his hand.

Step out of the door.

"Master!"

As soon as he walked out of the mountain gate, a small figure rushed over.

It was a child of about seven or eight years old, chubby, with a wooden sword in his hand.

"En'er."

Cao Zhan touched his apprentice's chubby face, and he was reluctant to let him go.

He hardened his heart and pushed him away:

"Sun En! Let's go down the mountain with Elder Wang!"

Huh!

As soon as he finished speaking, he stepped out, and his body rose and fell a few times, and he had already walked out of the mountain gate amid the child's crying.

"Master!"

Sun En fell to the ground and cried.

"En'er!"

The white-haired old man picked up the child.

He turned around and saw that the air flow outside the mountain gate was whistling and the true energy was surging. They had already fought.

He could only sigh, turn around and call his disciples, pack up all the things, and prepare to go down the mountain.

The world of martial arts has always been cruel. Even if there is no master in the martial arts sect, once it declines, it will be removed from the world of martial arts.

There are countless sects coveting the Wanlong Peak occupied by the Dragon Sparrow Sect. Without Cao Zhan, they can't hold it.

If they don't retreat early, they will be wiped out.

Such things have happened countless times in the past and present, so he naturally understands this truth!

What's more, the Demon Sect never leaves any trouble behind.

If they don't escape now, they will have no chance.

On the White Jade Square, Feng Qingxuan gently wiped a trace of blood from his face, shook his head slightly, with a trace of regret:

"It seems that the Dragon Sparrow Sword Technique has really been lost"

"Dragon Sparrow Sword Technique"

Cao Zhan stared at the broken dragon-patterned sword in his palm, laughed miserably, and spurted out a mouthful of blood.

But he still didn't retreat. He moved his body and swung the broken sword to release a lot of light, forcing back the two swordsmen who were about to rush to the mountain gate!

"Don't give up yet"

Feng Qingxuan shook his head slightly and said lightly:

"You go now"

Bang!

In front of the white jade mountain gate where the air was rolling and turbulent, a flash of sword light that was as bright as the morning star and as bright as the sun suddenly burst out.

It was thirty feet in the sky!

Like a meteor falling to the ground, it poured down towards Cao Zhan.

Wherever the sword light passed, all visible and invisible things were torn apart by the extreme sharpness!

At a distance of more than ten feet, Cao Zhan had already felt the unparalleled sharpness.

But he didn't avoid or dodge, didn't retreat or meet, the sword light swung by the broken sword was still moving, forcing back the two black-clothed swordsmen.

Swish~

In the sound of tearing silk, blood was sprinkled in the sky.

Amid the whistling air, Feng Qingxuan sheathed his long sword, his expression calm:

"Cut the grass to the root, leaving no one alive!"