Fengyunlu

The sword edge trembled instantly, and there seemed to be an invisible force in the air that made Luo Hongchen unable to move. He watched helplessly as Mo Wenjian left a word, turned around, turned into a sharp force, and prepared to leave.

"Wait a minute!" Luo Hongchen's voice was filled with unquestionable determination, and at the same time, a voice from outside the world came slowly, which seemed to echo Luo Hongchen's call.

With a swish sound, a mysterious ling was like a bright moon in the sky, laying down the stairs of the heavenly palace. Although it seemed slow, it arrived in the blink of an eye. The force of the edge retreated at the first touch, and Mo Wenjian was forced to turn around. Before he could leave Thunder Mountain, the white Xuan Ling had already fallen from the sky.

When the edge touched again, Mo Wenjian's sword energy swept, Xuan Ling swung back, and finally fell into the hands of a woman. This woman is dressed in aqua blue, like a fairy descending from heaven. The brilliance flows slowly on her body, which contrasts with the wide sleeves, making her beautiful face even more eye-catching. Even a being like A Li couldn't help but admire secretly in his heart.

"Haha, old man Bai didn't come by himself, but he summoned your servant girl." Luo Hongchen recognized this woman at a glance, it was Fairy Ji Yao, the owner of West Kunlun Yaochi Fairyland.

Previously, Fairy Luo Hongchen and Ji Yao went to Cangyun Sect to pay homage to the mountain. Luo Hongchen had not finished the work because he was busy, but Fairy Ji Yao led everyone there. Originally, they each had their own things to do, but suddenly they heard Bai Xide turn around and told him about the emergency situation in Lei Ming Mountain. Luo Hongchen was the first to arrive. He had not expected Ji Yao to come, thinking that just now the spirit talisman had delivered the letter, so it was Bai Ganyi who should have come in person. However, Fairy Ji Yao was careless and put aside her original matter. Following Luo Hongchen, she came directly to Lei Ming.

"The old man is joking. Ji Yao wanted to come with him, but this junior is not strong enough and has been delayed for a long time." Fairy Ji Yao fell slowly as she spoke, but she had already fallen into the immortal formation. She and Long Tiexin nodded to each other, then waved their sleeves gently, and endless lunar power surged into Lei Gong's body. This warm feeling made Lei Gong's injury quickly improve a lot.

Lei Gong opened his eyes and greeted Ji Yao with a slight nod. Ji Yao waved her hand, indicating that there was no need to say more, and then continued to use the power of Taiyin to assist the Yaochi Immortal Technique to help Lei Gong heal his injuries.

At this time, Mo Wenjian had already raised his hand to recall the two broken swords. Luo Hongchen's body lightened up and slowly fell down. He stood in front of the thunder pool, his eyes fixed on Mo Wenjian: "You were able to survive the catastrophe when your meridians were cut off, why did you join the poor family? How did you recover your cultivation?"

Luo Hongchen's words were full of doubts and disbelief. The two of them had known each other for a long time, and Luo Hongchen admired Mo Wenjian's knowledge of cultivation. Although Mo Wenjian is not the Great Emperor, his knowledge in cultivation is not inferior to that of the Great Emperor, or even better. His understanding of the ways of the world is even more profound. He can be called a fusion of the three cultivations of heaven, earth and man, and is more than a little stronger than his two senior brothers. Therefore, Luo Hongchen had an irreversible relationship with him.

However, due to some reasons in the early years, Mo Wenjian was plotted by others when he was at the peak of his cultivation. All the meridians in his body were severed, and both Zifu Zhenqi and Shenfu Yuanshen were destroyed. If Bo Liangzi hadn't arrived in time and Emperor Changsheng happened to be nearby, Mo Wenjian might have died long ago.

After being rescued, Mo Wenjian's character changed drastically and he remained in seclusion in the ancestor's ancestral hall. After Luo Hongchen heard about this, thinking about the friendship between the two, he wanted to rush to visit. However, as soon as he arrived, he learned that Jianyinmen had been massacred...

Luo Hongchen's eyes flashed with pain and anger. He didn't understand why Mo Wenjian joined the Han Clan, let alone how he recovered his cultivation. These questions lingered in his mind, making him unable to calm down.

However, when faced with Luo Hongchen's inquiry, Mo Wenjian did not answer. He just stood there silently, his eyes deep and firm. It seems that I am waiting for something, or holding on to something...

Looking back at the beginning, Jianyinmen suffered a disaster. This huge force that once had more than 2,700 disciples disappeared overnight, and no one survived. On the top of the mountain, rivers of blood flowed between the broken walls and ruins. The head of the righteous path that had stood for eight hundred years just disappeared.

Luo Hongchen, a once all-powerful figure, faced the departure of his old friend and the destruction of his sect, and his heart was filled with endless grief and anger. He vented this hatred on the Battle of Jiazi, as a result of which countless disciples from poor families lost their lives, and he also eradicated many evil accomplices. Even the prisoner of the Han Clan, the leader of the Han Clan who had caused him so much grief, was seriously injured and eventually died due to the joint efforts of him and the three great emperors.

However, just when he thought his hatred had been vented, he discovered that his old friend had survived and joined his enemies. The feeling in Luo Hongchen's heart was indescribable. There was anger, disbelief, and even a hint of resentment that could not be concealed.

Where does this resentment come from? An old friend of many years suddenly suffered a catastrophe. In the process of revenge, Luo Hongchen could never find the real culprit. But at this moment, the poor family was once again in ruins, and his most proud disciple also suffered this fate. What he couldn't accept even more was that all of this was related to his old friend. The old friend passed away and suddenly came back to life, but he became an enemy of life and death. With such a change, how could Luo Hongchen not feel resentful?

In Luo Hongchen's resentment, in addition to concern for his disciples and disappointment in his old friends, there was more of a helplessness that he hated iron for not being able to become steel. He complained that his old friend was willing to degenerate, and did not care about right and wrong, and was indiscriminate. This resentment is more difficult to resolve than his anger and hatred.

"That's all, you have your own plans, so if you don't want to say it, just don't say it..." Luo Hongchen sighed. He decided to put aside his past friendship and break up with his old friend. The sharp blade in his hand curled up, and the cold shadow of the blade struck directly at the messy bun. A few strands of gray hair were fluttering. Luo Hongchen pinched one of them and smiled faintly: "Haha, old friend! My old man owed you a favor, but he also helped you avenge yourself. This is nothing. Our friendship ends from now on."

After saying that, he twisted his hand, and a wisp of mortal fire burst into red flames, burning his hair directly. After the fire went out, Mo Wenjian's eyes shrank slightly, and the expression in his eyes was a little shaken. However, none of this escaped Luo Hongchen's eyes. His eyes were cold at the moment and his whole body was filled with chill.

"Next, Feng Xiaozi suffered an unreasonable disaster, and the main culprit was your secret action three years ago. It is difficult for his youngest son to take revenge now, so I, the old man, had to do it for me. Furthermore, because of your action in Thunder Mountain today, many Pili Hall disciples have already suffered. . These little brats have been kind and righteous in the past, and I will avenge this revenge together. Anyway, if you want to leave today, my old man will risk his life to ask you to stay here!" Luo Hongchen raised the cold light blade in his hand with the sound of the golden wind, and slashed Slash Mo Wenjian.

Mo Wenjian did not dodge and let him slash. The cloak was in pieces, the robe was in tatters and was stained with blood. Luo Hongchen snorted coldly, knowing that his sword was hard to resist. However, his sharp blade is also extraordinary, it is a magic weapon gifted by Mo Wenjian himself. With this blow, Mo Wenjian was bound to be seriously injured. However, Luo Hongchen did not continue to attack. Instead, he threw the knife away and said, "Don't ask how the sword deserves this blow. You can't dodge the next one either."

After saying that, he waved to Feng Chen to come forward and speak: "Come, come to your master." Feng Chen didn't know why, but he still walked over, knelt down and kowtowed to say hello. After Luo Hongchen pulled him up, he looked at his hand and said, "Old man Bai said that your father's magic weapon was taken out on you and the old man stabbed you a few times." Feng Chen hesitated for a moment and was at a loss as he explained that he had already refined the magic weapon. absorbed. Luo Hongchen frowned and looked a little unhappy. Feng Chen was afraid that he would misunderstand and explained quickly. After hearing this, Luo Hongchen's eyes jumped and he sighed in his heart.