Invincible little uncle

Chapter 385 107. Windy Man
Yun Yan was dazed, but her brain was running by itself.

I understand the cause and effect.

A traitor means that the mother passed the information to himself, right?

And it was because of this that the entire Yun family was executed?
The door of the house cannot be opened, not because there are foreign enemies coming, but because there is no living person in the house, so it has become a tomb.

Why is it so
why?
The fairy in white knelt down on the umbrella-covered vehicle, and suddenly raised her head to the sky and screamed in pain.

"Ahhhhh!!"

Guilt, guilt, and self-blame filled her heart.

She is not a dutiful daughter and her mother was killed because of herself
"Protoss!! Protoss! Protoss"

He clenched his fists tightly, tears dripped down on the umbrella, and then flowed to both sides at a fast speed.

Miemen Enemy is the Eternal Sword God, and she has heard the name of the Sword God, and it seems that he is born in the Jade Realm.

Such an existence would be useless even if the entire Pure Land Qinglian Sect came out in full force.

Such hatred can never be avenged.

Desperation made Yunyan feel so much pain, she sat on the umbrella and watched the sword qi that was chasing after the flying vehicle.

Mu Ling'er stood in front of the Shu umbrella vehicle, sweating profusely, while Tie Yin was holding the handle of the umbrella in a panic, watching the terrifying sword aura in the distance, and the man in golden clothes who was getting closer.

"Senior Sister, they are about to catch up!"

Iron Seal exclaimed.

Mu Ling'er didn't answer either, and she didn't know what to do at this time, the sect had undergone frequent changes recently, and the external information was also blocked, so naturally she didn't know about the allied forces' intention to attack the Pure Land Qinglian Sect.

Being hunted down at this moment, he was a little dazed, and the man in gold caught up a little bit after a short while.

Tie Yin could already see their icy pupils, and couldn't help shouting again: "Senior Sister, hurry up!!"

Mu Ling'er's body jerked up, and then he came to his senses. It was just pinching, and he poured spiritual energy into the vehicle regardless of the consumption of spiritual energy.

The vehicle accelerates like a white light passing through the sky.

Suddenly, the man in gold in the distance slowed down.

Tie Yin thought it was due to exhaustion and lost motivation, so he let out a sigh of relief.

However, the vehicle he stepped on also slowed down.

The disciple of the Pure Land Qinglian Sect turned his head strangely.

The three disciples, including Yun Yan, saw a man with crystal clear skin floating in the sky in the distance at the same time, with a strange sword hanging behind his back, with tassels floating at the end of the sword, and traces of the mighty and concentrated sword energy, Such a sea of ​​sword energy was forcibly compressed into a finger-length tassel.

Those pupils opened suddenly, filled with violent eddies of sword energy.

Seeing the three pure land Qinglian sect disciples floating in the clouds, the man smiled playfully.

A sword on the back turned into three thousand, turned into gears, like a vortex, like a torrential rain, like a tsunami rising from the sea, hitting the umbrella that was just in the stormy sea.

Bang!
The canopy is cracked.

Xia Guang was holding the Shu umbrella. As the suzerain, if he could not use this unique weapon of the sect, it would be impossible to justify it.

Only after waving it a few times, the surface of the Shu umbrella broke open.

Originally, there was Bai Yu who could ask, but because of the connection with the Gate of Flesh and Flesh, the daughter of the former suzerain was frightened away, making her avoid herself now.

The former Lin Xian'er has long been alienated, and the elders are dead and crazy.

Although there are other disciples in Qinglian School, they are not familiar with them. Xia Guang can only practice by himself.

Looking at more than ten broken Shu umbrellas beside the maple tree.
He was still so uncontrollable.

It seems that you still need to use heavy weapons.

Sure enough, Fang Tian is only good at drawing halberds and giant hammers.

"When Yun Yan comes back, ask her, how can I use this method of Shu Umbrella carefully?"

Xia Guang felt that people still needed to know.

It is really difficult to go from reckless to detailed.

Leaning against the red maple, looking up to watch the red leaves swirl and fall occasionally.

This day is quite leisurely, and I can go to see Huang Jie after a while.

Just as he was thinking about it, a figure suddenly floated in the distance.

It is a disciple of the sect.

The male disciple in green robe approached, and after saluting, he respectfully said: "Sect Master, Yun Yan, Mu Linger, Cong Fei, the life lamp of Iron Seal is off."

Xia Guang's eyes froze.

The lights are off?

"Who did it?"

"Reporting to the suzerain, the person who started the attack is not clear. The life lamp I sent can only measure life and death, and has no other information."

The disciple reported softly.

In his eyes, the eyes of the lazy young suzerain suddenly turned sharp, "Bai Yu came to see me."

The main hall of Qinglian School of Pure Land.

The woman who was still wearing a green shirt and had a reed flute stuck around her waist was not as careless as before, but with a distant etiquette, she said loudly: "Bai Yu sees the suzerain."

Being summoned suddenly, Bai Yu felt a little uneasy. He wondered what this seemingly gentle sect with an evil aura who was able to contact the Gate of Flesh and Flesh wanted to do.

But Xia Guang did nothing.

He just put a thin booklet and a jade wrench on the coffee table beside him, "I need to go on a long trip, but the sect cannot be left alone for a day, and you can do it during the days when I'm not here.

this is for you. "

After finishing speaking, he picked up a Shu umbrella, carried a Qinglian sword on his back, stepped down the steps, and when he passed by Bai Yu, the wind picked up some of her long hair.

Bai Yu didn't dare to look back at him, and didn't dare to ask more questions. He only stepped forward after he left the sect, and looked at the two items on the desk.

The jade wrench is obviously the teacher's token once worn on her father's hand.

And on that thin booklet were written four large characters "Qinglian Transformation", and after opening it for a while, Bai Yu's chestnut pupils couldn't help shrinking. Qinglian and the follow-up technique of Qinglian Sword Song.

Holding these two precious gifts.

Bai Yu suddenly turned around, but there was no sign of the man.

He came like a cloud and left like the wind.

Bai Yu's qualifications in the sect are very old, the elders are not around, the suzerain is not around, and she has the head teacher to pull her fingers, so naturally she was recognized very quickly.

"Where did Bai Guang go?"

The acting headmaster began to ask the most concerned questions.

The disciples looked at each other, not knowing how to answer.

At this time, a male disciple in green robes came out of the queue: "The day before yesterday, I told the suzerain the news of the death of junior sister Yun Yan and four other people. The suzerain seemed to have something wrong, and then asked me to pass on the news to the head teacher Bai."

"Yunyan is dead?"

Bai Yu was stunned, "Tell me about this matter."

After all, she knew some inside information. After listening to her disciples, she asked and compared them one by one, and finally breathed a sigh of relief.

It seems to have understood.

Although it's not entirely clear yet.

"What a wayward suzerain, but no matter what, I will return the position to you when you come back."

At this time, Bai Yu didn't know that the Yun family was killed, and the enemy was the Eternal Sword God who was born in the Jade Realm of the Protoss, otherwise she would be completely stunned.

After all, how can the small Pure Land Qinglian Sect be able to provoke such a huge monster as a natural god?

Even if a disciple dies, he has to endure, swallow, endure and hide tears.

Thousands of miles away.

Sitting between the flying swords, Xia Bai, with loose long hair, danced wildly against the current in the cold wind and clouds, like a madman.

There is a Shu umbrella on the back, a jug of spirits in the hand, and nothing else.

(End of this chapter)