Infinite Heroes Seat

"Ha, everybody at Qingyunmen, take the next step today, so you don't have to send it off!"

The Dragon Slashing Sword swung across the sky with a dazzling blue light, and with a single sword, a Qingyun disciple holding a long sword was divided into two halves. Amid the laughter, Mo Wen turned into a blue light and disappeared into the sky.

No one was chasing, the eyes of the rest of Qingyunmen were blank, and they looked at each other.

Is it over like this?

The corpses lying on the ground all over the place were counted down, and there were more than 30. Of the elite disciples who visited Qingyunmen, nearly 40% of them stayed here forever.

Mo Wen has only one person. Even if he has a good cultivation level, he also cultivates the three schools of magic, Taoism and Buddhism, and has stepped into the realm of Taiqing with one foot, he is definitely not the opponent of dozens of elite disciples here, so in the end he Can only retreat, but just to force him back, Qingyunmen paid a terrible price.

I don't know who started, and some people in the crowd started weeping.

The disciples who have recently started in the past ten years, all face pale, unheard of, in their opinion, the name in the past only represents a period of privacy, a period of shame, even if the elders repeatedly emphasized the danger of this person, they did not take it seriously. , After all, it is just a betrayal disciple, and it is no big deal. Qingyun Sect is the number one school of righteousness, so how can you be afraid of a sect traitor?

But today's **** lesson told them that the meaning of Mowen's name is definitely the deepest nightmare in the hearts of the people of Qingyunmen. As long as he is there, no Qingyunmen disciple can relax.

One hand is covering his chest. Looking at the long and narrow wound, Zeng still had lingering fears, that brutal and domineering sword. Only a little bit, he was about to be divided into two, and he had reached the realm of Shangqing. He faced that person, but he was so powerless. If he hadn't been rescued in time by the same door, he would have died long ago. Get it in your hand!

Take a deep breath. Once he pressed his fear to the bottom of his heart, and asked Qi Hao, who was also pale, "Senior Qi. Our damage is not small this time. Do you think we have to continue?"

He was very unwilling. Qi Hao was the leader of this trip. He wanted to use this opportunity to establish his prestige among the disciples. To pave the way for the future, but I did not expect that Mo Wen had just entered the marsh and killed nearly 30% of the manpower. The rest of the people were even more frightened and no fighting spirit. It can be said that things have reached this point. What he can control, even if there is a lot of unwillingness, the mission of this trip has already failed.

Sighed. Qi Hao seemed to be ten years old all of a sudden, waved his hand and said: "Now all of the brothers and sisters are injured, and a large number of demon sects are missing. It is not suitable to stay here for a long time, we will return to Qingyun!"

As soon as this statement came out, the remaining disciples were silent for a while, and they came forward with high spirits, holding their heads in their arms and rushing away, which was undoubtedly a great shame for them. But at this time, no one opposed it—they had been killed by the crazy figure just now. As long as I can leave here, leave that demon, a little humiliation is nothing.

But it seems that not everyone thinks that way, just listen to a cold voice coming from the outside of the crowd.

"Senior Brother Qi, I still have things to do, so I won't accompany you back to Qingyun!"

Her face had recovered a bit, Lu Xueqi's gaze turned to the depths of the dead marsh, her eyes full of determination.

Qi Hao frowned, a little displeased. He glanced at Lu Xueqi, "Junior Sister Lu, you know what you are talking about. It's not the time to make fun of you. The demon squad may arrive at any time. The devil didn’t hurt too much, and could return at any time. Do you want these disciples to bury your waywardness?"

Lu Xueqi did not waver at all, "Senior Brother Qi, you have misunderstood. I didn't say I want other people to follow, but I want to go and see in the marsh of death alone, it has nothing to do with others!"

"Naughty! What can you do by yourself, don't you die in vain!"

Qi Hao was even more embarrassed. Why is this woman so ignorant of what is good or bad, and behaves in every way, is she trying to contrast that Qi Hao doesn't have the guts?

She is a woman who dared to go to death alone, how would others think of me who ordered the retreat? Immediately he came up with words to dispel Lu Xueqi's mind.

But Lu Xueqi glanced at him coldly, and said blankly: "Is it my own business to die in vain? I don't have to worry about my brother. I have decided to go ahead!"

After saying that the Tianya sword was unsheathed, Lu Xueqi turned into a blue light and flew towards the depths of the death marsh.

"You!" His face was blue and white. Seeing Lu Xueqi's distant figure, Qi Hao finally let out a cold snort, and walked away with many of the Qingyunmen disciples. Although he likes beauties, he never thought of taking his own life for it.

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The other end of the dead Ze.

Yu Yangzi, the master of the Demon Sect's Longevity Hall, dressed in white, quietly looked ahead, a struggle flashed in his eyes, the night breeze in the swamp blew by, and his clothes fluttered slightly, looking extraordinary, like a fairy.

Except for his left hand, the sleeves are empty, adding a bit of inexplicable comicality.

That was a sign that he was unfortunately wounded under the world's first strange sword in the battle in Qingyun Mountain ─ ─ Zhuxian, and it was also a ruthless mockery of fate against him.

The night breeze was slightly cool, and the air was full of the smell of water vapor, but Yuyangzi felt bitter in her mouth.

Behind him, in the darkness, a nervous breathing sounded faintly. It was from his longevity hall.

But in front of his eyes were dense, blood-red eyes, and there was a faint laughter. They were from the Ghost King Sect.

The headed girl in yellow clothes smiled lightly, charmingly so charming.

"Senior Yuyangzi, have you considered it? Master Ghost King said, as long as you can lead the crowd to surrender, then the elder in the door must have a place for you!"

"Elder?"

Yuyangzi laughed mockingly, "I thought that with the mind of the ghost king, I would be the next vice leader, but I don't want to be so stingy. Isn't it because I look down on the disabled man?"

Jin Ping'er blinked and chuckled, "It's not impossible to give the position of the deputy leader of the ghost king, but now I only have one deputy leader of the demon sect. Senior Yuyangzi wants to compete with the deputy leader Mo?"

"Huh! It's just a kid with a little talent, do you really think how great he is?" With an unnatural movement on his face, Yu Yangzi turned his head away and looked dismissive.

In the past few years, Mo Wen killed the poisonous god, destroyed Tianyin Temple, and shocked the entire demon sect. Yuyangzi would naturally not know it, but at this time it was absolutely impossible to lose his momentum, passed on for seven generations, and experienced eight hundred years of longevity. Tang, tonight has come to life and death.

The King of Ghosts has annexed the two martial arts of the Demon Dao, and now the poisonous hand has reached his Changshengtang. In the battle ten years ago, the vitality of the Changshengtang was severely injured. Even he himself lost an arm and was unable to resist the growing strength. Ghost King Zong.

But if he wants to give up now and hand over the 800-year foundation of the Changshengtang, Yuyangzi is also unwilling, especially a few days ago, a strange sign of the birth of a strange treasure suddenly appeared in the death swamp, if he could get something like a blue cloud. With a strange treasure like the "Zhuxian Ancient Sword", Changshengtang can turn the crisis into peace, and then develop slowly. It may not be possible to turn over in the future.

Fight, or drop?

The two thoughts were constantly weighing in Yuyangzi’s mind, and then he thought a little, and asked Jin Ping’er: "Are you the only one who is looking for the old man this time? Your master, Mrs. San Miao, or the ghost king? Are none of the four great envoys of Zong coming? You are the only junior, what qualifications do you have to talk to the old man?"

Jin Ping'er smiled sweetly, "My master and the four great sage envoys have other important things, but they can't come at this time. Don't blame the seniors. As for whether the young woman has this qualification, please ask seniors to ask me. The disciples behind me!"

As if to cooperate with Jin Ping'er's words, there was a violent sound of ghost crying and wolf howling behind her, as if a group of demons danced wildly. In this silent night, the sound spread extremely far.

"Really?" Listening to Jin Ping'er's threat, Yu Yangzi sneered in his heart. He was already determined. Since none of the senior leaders of the Ghost King Zong came, then don't blame him for being ruthless, and here to solve the problem. Huangmao girl, and then he took his men down to the dead marsh to hunt for treasure. Instead of going to the ghost kingzong to be an inferior elder, he was more willing to fight with his own ability.

"Little girl, if you dare to threaten the old man, let the old man tell you how many catties you have!"

A sharp light flashed in his eyes, Yu Yangzi drew out a strange black and white mirror and was about to do it.

However, at this moment, there was a low voice suddenly in the dark night, "A few catties and a few taels, Yuyangzi, are you talking about yourself?"

The people of Ghost King Sect suddenly fell silent, silently, a passage opened up in the crowd.

The sound of footsteps gradually rang, as if coming from the depths of endless darkness, slowly walking out, the atmosphere was solemn to the extreme, affected by this, the people facing Changshengtang did not even dare to speak loudly.

A white robe was soaked in blood, and a young man walked out slowly, holding a blue sword with a long dragon in his hand.

Awe, admiration, fear~www.wuxiamtl.com~ Various colors flashed in the eyes of the ghost kingzong.

But Yuyangzi took a breath of air, his face gloomy, "It's you, why are you here?"

Without answering Yuyangzi's words, Mo Wen tilted his neck and glanced at him.

"‘It’s just a kid with some talent,’ Did you say this just now?"

Yuyangzi's face became stiff, and then he let out a cold snort.

"Yes, what about the old man? I thought that when I met your master and poisonous gods, there is no room for you as a kid to intervene? It really doesn't matter whether you are inferior or inferior!"

A wicked smile appeared on Mo Wen's face, "You admit it, that's good!-Old Piff, go to me now!"

In the next moment, the dragon roar shook the sky, and a turquoise light rose into the sky, reflecting half of the sky into green. (To be continued)

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