Stubborn Swordsman

When Li Haoran's sword light reverberated in everyone's eyes, thousands of people couldn't help but sigh in their hearts, as if the last barrier in their hearts was ruthlessly cut open. The sound of the ground trampling on everyone's mind step by step made people fear infinitely!

Fortunately, at this time, a thin and thin figure walked out unhurriedly, his steps seemed to be floating in the air, and he flew to the wall of the sect. Looking at the menacing four sects, the old man didn't care, but set his eyes on The young man at the front looked at him, his eyes glistening with eccentricities.

"Senior! That's Patriarch Feishan, you just need to lead him! Leave the rest to us."

It was Song Huizong who spoke, and he wanted to grit his teeth and take off the old man's head!But due to various strengths, he can only stop here and leave this great opportunity to others...

"Okay! I'll go meet him!"

With a sound of "whoosh", the young man stepped on the loess with one step, his figure was like an arrow, and he left with a posture of ascending to the sky with one step.

Even though he is a mortal martial artist, he can step on the void, he is the most holy warrior, an expert as powerful as a master, and he doesn't know when the four major sects will win over this person, and what price they will pay

Seeing Li Haoran's menacing approach, the old man left a faint words and said: "Defend the sect! Wait for me to return!"

He only heard his voice but didn't see his person. The figure of the old man appeared on the northern border, in order to seduce Li Haoran to the past. The two Golden Cores fought, and their mighty power would cause the armies of both sides to collapse. This is something no one wants to see situation.

Li Haoran changed the direction, his footsteps ran lightly on the ground, and his speed was comparable to it, the old man saw the situation and found himself, this person's kung fu is not inferior to him!

Following the young man's steps, the old man held a flower umbrella with the moonlight of the lotus pond on it, flying flowers and falling leaves. When the magic weapon was opened, the already dim sky became more silent. With a drop of rain falling, it fell on the old man. On the clothes, the flower umbrella slipped out of his hand and went straight towards the boy.

The place where the two fought was far away from the dispute, and there was no one in charge of the back and forth between the two of them. I only know that if it happened today, either you will die or I will live!In Zongmen wars, there is only rain of blood overwhelming the sky, there is never such a thing as pity or melancholy, and if you don't pay attention, you will disappear and die.

The scenery in front of her fell into He Jie's eyes, the little girl felt a little cowardly for a moment, she thought it was a good thing, but it turned out to be so cruel in practice.She is located in the center of the army, directing every move of the monks of this sect, watching the ebb and flow of the tide, she feels very uncomfortable.

But when I turned my eyes to Li Haoran, there was an endless darkness with no end in sight. Life was so great until the blood spilled on the loess and stained the other side red. The sect master's daughter doesn't want to continue watching, winning or losing doesn't seem to be that important...

Light raindrops fell on the homeland, awakening the old man's thoughts, staring at the young man in front of him, he didn't know what to do, because the young man captured his magic weapon with one hand, and when he held it in his hand, he had already lost the relationship with the flower umbrella. got in touch.

He has never seen such a miraculous skill in a martial sage, and he presumably must be a genius who is a master of both martial arts and martial arts.And compared to his Taoism, the young man seems to be standing on a higher peak, unfathomable...

"Senior, this old man admits it. Before the end, can you give me a reason and let you take action?"

The old man said that there is nothing wrong with senior Li Haoran. He, who is at the end of the road, has already lost his instinctive resistance, and it is useless to do more.When a monk is indifferent to the world, what he sees and what he thinks becomes clear, so he wants to ask the last words in his heart.

What made the young man take action, and why he sought knowledge and solution, should be his last wish.

The young man suddenly smiled, looked back at the place of war and disputes, smiled and said: "It's all about people's sophistication. Human growth may take thousands of years, or it may take an instant. Love."

What Li Haoran said, the old man can't understand, why did he say this? The so-called cultivating the Tao, what is the Tao and what is the heart

"The root of human beings is the source of greed. I will personally end the prosperity you have built. What other people think in their hearts is what kind of tree is so big that it is covered by a towering tree. Naturally, some people want to climb high, but they stand in the low place. , the newborn is jealous, and wants to replace it. But when another group of heroes appear, where will their butcher knives be swayed?"

The young man seemed unrelated, standing aside, seemed to be talking to himself, and seemed to be explaining to the old man.The white-browed old man was thoughtful, and suddenly thought of a possibility, which made him feel that this senior is really scary.

"In the eyes of monks, mortals are like worthless. Immortals stand on a high place, and they know the suffering of the common people. They have long forgotten their original intentions and chased after emptiness infinitely. At the end of the road, there is nothing!"

After Li Haoran said this, he stuck the Zhuxian sword on the ground. The old man frowned, and his mood was extremely tense. He looked at the not tall figure with awe.

In front of my eyes, those thousands of illusory souls have all returned to Li Haoran, and their joys, anger, sorrows, and joys are completely displayed in front of my eyes.

Looking at this unbelievable scene, the old man still has too low a guess about the young man. This method of arresting the soul of a person is incomprehensible. The person in front of him is so profound. At the end of the curtain, he will find a quiet place to rest well, thinking about the young man's understanding of human nature and Taoism, which must be of great benefit to him.

The so-called immortals, flying through the clouds and riding the fog, can break mountains and rocks, but in Li Haoran's eyes, they are just passing clouds.

The continuous fireworks on the battlefield, and the wailing and wailing of ghosts, made people sigh and fear.The little girl who stood watching from a distance was already indifferent in her heart, and she deeply blamed everything she had done. It was ironic that she was the cause of this great war alone. Because of her words, her life was lost here, and she would never see the sun of that day again.

Annihilated under the dark moonlight, the drizzle was chilling, the girl curled up into a ball, with her head resting on her legs and knees, her face buried, not knowing what her expression was

With a muffled sound, the walls of the Zongmen opened wide. Although countless monks died, the four sects were completely fearless, and the remaining people were like lambs waiting to be slaughtered.

After that, there was even more one-sided massacre, and the bloody facts were before our eyes. The Feishan Sect, the number one sect in the world, will fall here tonight.

With the sword coming down, a Feishan monk died on the spot. After his death, his eyes did not die, and he was still so frightened. There are many people like him, but he is just one of the mortal beings, which makes people feel pity. With a trace of disdain.

Song Hui shook the sword, spilled the blood on the sharp sword, and returned to its sharpest appearance. After the army came under pressure, the monks of Feishanzong no longer had the slightest resistance. It didn't have the slightest effect, but in the face of people who were like rich wolves, tigers and leopards, they could only retreat step by step.

People will always leave a way out, and Feishanzong is the same. No one can be sure that they can stand upright in the world without falling down in the so-called three caves of the cunning rabbit.As the four figures approached, the middle-aged man stood guard outside the cave, standing upright, there was no cowardice or anger in his eyes, only the injustice of heaven.

The current suzerain of Feishan Sect is Huang Feiheng.The place where he was standing was the last piece of pure land, and there were countless fleeing monks behind him. The middle-aged man said slowly: "I didn't expect that you would join forces with a martial saint! And he is also a swordsman. Wushuang swordsman breaks my sect's magic circle, this step is really unexpected. It should be said that Tian Lianer waited, and said that my Feishan sect has bad luck."

"Huang Feiheng, don't linger on! Today is the time for you to die. After killing you and completely annihilating the Feishan Sect, go and behead that old thief. The world will be clean after all!"

Song Hui said this, but faced with such carelessness, the middle-aged man sneered and said: "I'm afraid you, you have ulterior motives. It seems that I am Feishanzong, but in fact there are other plans. It's funny that you are led by the nose like this , as the master of a sect, that’s how he made his decision.”

He Gandang was not irritated, but whispered softly: "The Feishan sect is arrogant and provoked the anger of the public. It happened to have Senior Li's help. I will wait for the opportunity. Otherwise, if Mr. Huang breaks through, I will wait for the four sects. I'm afraid it will also become something in the Feishan Sect's pocket. This is only for self-protection and stability. No one will allow one side to grow uncontrollably."

The middle-aged man nodded, and seemed to be a little pleasing to He Gandang's words. Although the words were more tactful, he could still hear the helplessness in them.

"I'm standing here, if anyone is not afraid of death, just come up!"

A howl of anger brought peace to the already desolate world, only to hear the continuous drizzle that wet everyone's clothes.

"Since you are looking for death, then you can't blame me!"

Song Hui took the lead and went up with a big sword. He is worthy of being the suzerain of Feishan Sect. His current tone perception has reached the peak of Rongling. If he is given a few years, maybe a double golden pill, how can they survive? go down!

In a word, to suppress the four people, if no one takes the lead, if it continues to be used up, there may be a change, such as Li Haoran, the old man's method is very powerful, and there are all kinds of strange things, if it is not Zongmen There is a large formation in it, and it has long been taken over by one of them!

The sharp knife was even brighter in the rainy night. Huang Fei stepped on the ground and picked up a puddle of mud. The man with the knife covered it with his hands, but the figure in front of him disappeared, and a burst of fierce energy rushed towards his left hand.

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Song Hui retreated three steps in time. Between his left hand, there was a hidden disease, which has not recovered now. With his own strength, he attacked the enemy's weakness. The flaw was fleeting. Huang Feiheng covered the ground with a handprint. A hurricane that tore through the rock broke out from Hui's right hand, wounding the man with the knife.

This magic circle is hidden under the soil, and it is completely covered up under the drizzle of the ancestor's Taoism, so there is this unexpected opportunity to hurt one person first.

The right body was howled by the strong wind, his clothes were torn, and he was covered in blood. Although he didn't hurt the inside, he was already in a state of exhaustion. If it wasn't for someone behind him, Huang Feiheng would not dare to step forward carelessly. Maybe he would have to confess here today .

Song Hui was supported by He Gandang. After the former took a black pill, he got up and stabilized his body.Looking at the injured man caused the anger of the other two people, so merciless, no wonder I waited more and bullied less.

What people love the most is to find reasons for their actions. Whether right or wrong, they always have countless words to say, which is thought-provoking...

The two people in the distance watched all this quietly with their reflections in the water. Everyone's behavior seemed so ridiculous.