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Huarong flicked the sword, the blood on the sword fell down, and flowed into the pool of blood left on the ground by the Pavilion Master of Bixiao Pavilion, and gradually seeped into the ground.

Bixiao Pavilion disciples screamed and were about to rush up.

"Zhuzi, dare!" The elder shouted, and then asked the remaining few experts to take action together.

Huarong suddenly became the target of public criticism.

Huarong had no intention of running away, but instead held the sword and prepared to continue.The blood on the shoulder flowed down the sword, and Huarong's eyes flashed a cold light—just in time, he can solve it all at once.

Some people in the stands were about to make a move, others wanted to take the opportunity to show off, and some even fled away long ago depending on the situation.

The rest, except for some young and vigorous ones who obviously want to show off, are all insiders from back then!

The way of longevity is right in front of you, how can you not be moved!

She Yue's flames quietly entangled all unrelated people, and when she grabbed them, those people didn't resist, and they didn't know where they were going.

At this time, the irrelevant people should disappear early.

The rest looked at She Yue warily, if even this half-demon were to participate, they would not be [-]% sure that they would be able to escape unscathed.

Who would have thought that this guy is still alive and interested in a small martial arts conference?

If you want to live forever, you must have life first!

She Yue spread out her hands, expressing that she didn't want to participate, instead she sat comfortably on the chair of the presbytery to watch the show, and he wanted to see if this pretty face could really bear the burden of Hua Jiuqi.

The rest place built by the Presbyterian Church with a lot of money is an excellent place to watch a theater.

Some people are still on guard, while others have completely let go.With his strength, he absolutely disdains to lie.

The one who made the first move was Taoist Jinxuan.

This person didn't know what kind of secret method he used, but he actually cultivated his aura into a golden color. Once he made a move, the wind blade was actually sharper than a treasured knife, which was most suitable for long-distance attack.

The wind blade bypassed the crowd, and rushed directly to Huarong, directly to Huarong's shoulder, with such force that it was going to destroy Huarong directly!

There was no way for Huarong to avoid it, so he could only block it with his sword sideways, no matter how powerful the wind blade was, how could it compare to a sword wrapped in the aura of a fairy?

The wind blade was opened, and it turned into a breeze and dispersed in the next moment, but the golden smoke mixed with it was still there, steaming and floating towards Huarong's eyes.

Taoist Jinxuan smiled triumphantly, how could the golden blade he studied so hard be so simple.

Once in contact with this kind of smoke, don't even think about opening your eyes again!

Someone has already taken the opportunity to attack Huarong.

Huarong closed her eyes decisively, the smoke was simply not pleasant, and the amount was not large enough to touch her eyeballs.

Huarong reduced her movements, listened to the sounds from around her, moved her ears, her hands did not slow down at all, she was still bold and sharp.

The disappearance of vision did not affect him in the slightest!

It's just that the darkness in front of her eyes still makes Huarong a little distracted.

When was the last time you really felt this darkness?

Yes.At that time, his father was still with him in Pengcheng.

His father taught him martial arts, blindfolded him, and let him face the beasts in the forest alone.

"Practicing martial arts is not about watching, you have to use your heart! Don't let eyesight be your last reliance!"

Little Huarong's frightened hands were cold and trembling, and she almost couldn't even hold the sword.

Hua Jiuqi came closer and said, "Don't be afraid, you can do it."

Hua Rong felt the aura coming from her father behind her, she calmed down and swung her sword vigorously, her eyes were tightly closed even though they were covered by the cloth.

Holding the sword in his hand, he didn't dare to move a step, until he heard a loud noise, dust splashed on his face, and Huarong coughed fiercely a few times, then he relaxed and sat down on the ground.

Hua Jiuqi picked him up, patted the ashes off his body, took off the blindfold, and said with a smile: "Xiao Rong, you are great, really great."

The little Huarong smiled, feeling that she had forgotten her fear.

Huarong waved the sword, and for a moment the two figures seemed to cross time and space and overlap together.

The young man with his eyes closed was submerged in blood, and his pale face was stained with blood, as beautiful as if he didn't belong to this world.

When she was young, Huarong would still be afraid because she was blindfolded, but now Huarong can close her eyes and calmly face the enemy.Perhaps this is also the power of time.

Huarong opened her eyes, and there was still a trace of indelible nostalgia in her pupils.

Huarong's eyelids trembled, and her eyes became more stern - it was these people who killed his father!

Huarong's eyes seemed to be soaked in blood, like an evil spirit coming from the abyss, all those who looked directly at him were stunned by that gaze for a moment, and their movements became awkward.

It's an evil ghost, the eyes are so similar, it's like the person from 20 years ago crawled back from hell again!

She Yue smiled, her eyes were really good, if Hua Jiuqi knew about it, she would probably show it off to him again.

It seems like more than ten years, this arrogant guy can teach people to practice martial arts. When he first heard about it, he really couldn't imagine it anyway.

It happened that I was also in Pengcheng at that time, so I sneaked to have a look. I never thought that this person was really arrogant enough to let a little guy who was bigger than a pea ding face such a powerful beast alone.

The little guy was holding a small sword, which looked like a toy, and he couldn't help but want to rush over just looking at it.

Hua Jiuqi was able to calmly watch from the sidelines and say some useless words of encouragement.

Unexpectedly, that little Douding swung his sword quite imposingly, and he was able to hit it with one blow while blindfolded.

It has to be said that Hua Jiuqi does have the capital of arrogance, whether it is targeting himself or his son.

In the end, Xiao Douding sat slumped on the ground, seeing She Yue, an old monster, felt distressed, and secretly cast her condemning eyes on Hua Jiuqi.

Unexpectedly, Hua Jiuqi also sat down, wiped his face vigorously, his hands were still trembling, obviously still afraid.

I didn't expect that this guy could be in such a mess.

She Yue smiled slyly as if she had caught Hua Jiuqi's trick.

She Yue simply walked over. At that time, Hua Jiuqi had just hugged Huarong and was still comforting Xiao Douding. Xiao Douding seemed quite courageous, and immediately became happy.

Hua Jiuqi immediately found She Yue, and didn't know that her embarrassment had been fully seen. Holding her beautiful face, she smiled at She Yue, showing two rows of neat teeth, and said, "My son! Great!"

Breaking away from the memory, She Yue subconsciously shook her head and smiled, "A guy like this probably won't change no matter what happens."

Speaking of the court going on, even if they were stunned by Huarong's eyes for a moment, the temptation of longevity still made them catch up one after another.

Who is Ke Huarong?

How could the person who clamored to be strong enough to subvert the entire continent be so simple.

If talking about the devil, Hua Jiuqi is not as good as his only son!

Huarong's right foot slid back, kicking up a cloud of dust.

Huarong stood still, holding the sword in both hands. The sword in the umbrella exuded a burst of coercion as if it had aura, and the air was vibrating, which was visible to the naked eye.

Huarong swung his sword with such force that the wound on his shoulder burst open again, and blood splattered into other wounds.

A real bloody battle!

Looking at it from a distance, I just feel that the sword is too slow, so slow that it seems that even the elderly can easily avoid it. Only those who have been there will feel that they can see Huarong's every move clearly, but there is no way to avoid it. avoid!

In a vague way, I only felt a blank in front of my eyes, and a ray of light diffused, so dazzling that I couldn't help but close my eyes, but once I closed them, I couldn't open them again.

That is the Word!

Back to basics, easy to lift!

How many swordsmen can't reach the realm in their entire lives, and a young man can easily swing this sword!

The people of Jianzong will die with peace in their eyes!

Huarong fell to the ground again with no strength, and simply lay down, lying in a pool of blood, with many stumps and broken arms scattered around.

Huarong took a deep breath, feeling her chest vibrating and echoing.

How could such a sword be so easy!

Huarong felt that her shoulder was numb, probably broken.

Huarong let go of his hand, and the sword in the umbrella rolled aside, Huarong didn't even have the strength to take another look.

Huarong is not a swordsman!

The sword of a swordsman is life, faith, and dignity. A swordsman never leaves his hand, and the way of the sword is in his heart.

A swordsman will not let the sword be covered with dust and roll aside.

And Huarong's sword is just a symbol, always reminding him to keep hatred in mind.

Huarong's umbrella was stretched open at some point, and fell into the blood, staining half of the umbrella, making it impossible to see the original appearance, only the rest of the words were especially clear.

Promise Immortal Sect, West Factory!

There was a round of applause in the empty arena.

It was deafening where there were only three living people left at this moment.

At some point, She Yue was already standing in the arena, clapping her hands and saying, "You are fine."

At this moment, She Yue has lost the Mili she was when she first met, and she seems to be much more serious.

Hua Rong only cast a glance, but didn't have the strength to reply.

It's my father's friend.

It seems that there are still others in the world who miss him.

Hua Rong silently thanked her.

Xie Sheyue has been able to keep her promise after 20 years, thank him for remembering Hua Jiuqi, thank him for understanding her persistence, she acts like she has nothing to do with it, and stands by.

It's just that Huarong saw it, and there was a burst of thick smoke where She Yue passed by, and the smoke cleared away, leaving no traces.

The corpse of the enemy has been wiped out!

Shi Mu rushed up, picked up Huarong, turned around and disappeared on the spot.