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Chapter 147 When I Entered the Rivers and Lakes, I Can't Help It 22
The momentum soared to the sky, and the sky with a radius of tens of miles moved accordingly, and the clouds gathered, covering the sunlight, and there was blood surging, and Jiu Zizai's face instantly became extremely ugly.

"Blue Blood Danqing?"

"Bastard!"

Amidst the roar of anger, he wanted to strike, restrain this familiar junior, destroy his internal strength, or save his life for several years, but at this time, He Yuxuan was wrapped in the might of a weapon, and with the will to die, he shot fiercely , seemed to be merciless, hitting the vital points everywhere, and Gong Yu, who was able to beat him before, was knocked into the air after only a few rounds of fighting.

Kneeling on the ground half holding the sword, his face became paler and it was difficult to make a move.

Jiu Zizai was furious in his heart, and he gradually showed no mercy in his attacks. He has been famous for a long time, and his iron palm is strong enough to cut mountains and mountains. Gradually fell behind.

You come and go, and fight again and again for more than ten moves. The old man clapped his left hand to block his attack, grasped He Yuxuan's chest with five fingers, raised his right hand, and above the sky, there was a tiger poking its claws. Thunder roared, and he was about to attack. This strike was merciless, the man who seemed to want to take his life died under his palm.

At this moment, He Yuxuan's face became calm, and he said in a low voice:

"Uncle Jiu..."

It was as if a sharp sword had pierced the heart of Jiu Zizi.

The old man seemed to see the upright young man from decades ago again. His old friendship resurfaced in his heart, and his murderous aura suddenly disappeared. The palm that was strong enough to collapse a hill just stopped in the air, and it was difficult to let it fall.

A trace of complicated expression appeared in He Yuxuan's lowered eyebrows. His left hand brushed over several large acupuncture points on the old man's body. The strength of the upper third rank.

In an instant, life and death can be seen.

However, He Yuxuan did not attack Jiu Zizai, but took advantage of this time to use the body technique of splitting light and transforming shadows into shadows, splitting into seven figures in an instant, breaking free from Jiu Zizai's palm, stepping out with one step, and turning the seven bodies into one. In the inner hall, the weapon in his hand screamed and slashed obliquely.

As the head of the sect, Zhu Ling pressed the sword in his hand and was about to make a move.

The Great Elder had already drank the wine into his throat, stepped out with one step, pointed at the sword, and fell towards He Yuxuan's key point, but at this moment, all the murderous aura dissipated from He Yuxuan's face, his eyes were clear, and he softly apologized, On the magic knife, all the energy was suddenly restrained, and the finger of the third-rank master fell on his acupuncture point.

When Qingfeng untied it, there were thousands of swords screaming together.

The sharp sword energy pierced through He Yuxuan's thin body, rushed towards the sky, and shattered the aroused sky phenomenon. If you look down from the sky, you can see the thick layers of clouds covering each other, but at the next moment, they suddenly moved towards the two sides. Divided, all annihilated.

Three thousand miles away, the sky is sunny.

There is a clear sky and thunder.

The white rainbow runs through the sun.

The rabbit was up and down, and in the blink of an eye, the woman with quiet eyes retracted her right hand, He Yuxuan let go of the weapon in his hand, and landed on the ground, screaming unwillingly.

The body shook and fell to the ground.

No blood was shed, the great elder's sword energy was fast enough to give birth to thunder, and before the blood flowed out, it was completely annihilated. By the time Jiu Zizai rushed into the hall from the outside, He Yuxuan was completely exhausted.

The brows and eyes are peaceful, as if asleep.

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The death of He Yuxuan cast a dark shadow over the birthday banquet.

But what shocked Wang Anfeng and others even more was the demeanor of that sword.

It's just a random move to change the world. This kind of method is almost out of the same world as them. It can really be called an immortal. It is what Wang Anfeng saw before, and he jumped into the third-rank grandmaster Master Ni Tianxing, even with the Divine Weapon of Recognition, can't do such a horrible thing.

The mighty three thousand li celestial phenomenon changes.

Almost covering the territory of a county, it is naturally impossible for the Great Qin Qintian Supervisor to turn a blind eye.

The second day of the birthday banquet.

The world's peerless list was posted again urgently, the magic weapon Wufeng sword was discarded, and the elder Qingfeng Jie, Murong Qingxue, who was originally considered to have been damaged in strength, re-entered the position of peerless, surpassing the seventh in the world.

A sword is light and cold for three thousand miles.

The world is overwhelmed.

Excited laughter came from the Tianshan Sword School, causing the long sword to roar, and the Fengzi Building of Fufeng Academy, the green shirt seemed to be slightly hunched under the light, and he straightened his back by two points.

And Qingfeng dismantled the surrounding counties and cities, and the forces in the arena also began to change. The heretics seemed to be on fire in their buttocks, and hurriedly transferred the capital of their own disciples.

On Kunlun Mountain, the old man who kicked the whole world out of his own world walked back and forth in front of his thatched hut. After taking two steps, he looked at the world outside. His eyes were about to pop out, but there was still nothing. Take a step.

Scratching his belly through his clothes, he turned around and let out a long sigh, and went back to his little room.

Regardless of whether the world is black or white, the wind is surging.

The door closes.

What does it have to do with me.

Maybe it was a little too much strength, or it may have been in disrepair for a long time, the door swayed and fell directly to the back.

On Kunlun Mountain, the old man cursed angrily.

The outside world was beginning to be a little bit turbulent because of the Great Elder's sword, but Wang Anfeng and others who were in the center of the storm did not notice it at all. They might have to wait a few months before the induced dark tide surfaced. To be aware of it suddenly.

Fufeng Xuegong and others lingered on this Qingfeng Jie for several days, and got up to say goodbye.

Master Fu Mo originally planned to fly back to the academy by himself, but his mechanism bird had been shattered into pieces, so he simply borrowed a horse from Qingfeng Xie, and went with Wang Anfeng and others, leaving the confusion. In the gossip formation of sight, the young man reined in Qing Congma, turned around to look, but the handsome Qingfeng was no longer there.

Master Fu Mo left Qing Feng Jie, and seemed to relax a lot in an instant.

Sitting on the horseback, stretching his muscles and bones, he said cheerfully:

"I'm going to buy some agency materials on the way. If you have anything else to do, I might as well tell you."

"Let's decide which way to go back."

All three of Bailifeng shook their heads. Wang Anfeng was about to say that he was fine, but when he thought of the boy A Ping he had rescued at that time, his voice paused slightly.

Although it is the best arrangement for Aping to live with his father.

But that village is really not a suitable place to grow up.

With this in mind, Wang Anfeng looked up at the old man, and said:

"The junior has one more thing."

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Before Wang Anfeng and others left, Jiu Zizai had already left.

After all, he met He Yuxuan. The old man couldn't bear his dead body in the wilderness, but he didn't know where his family was, so he had to take him back to his hometown for burial. He drank dirty wine all night in front of his grave. When the morning light gradually came out, He shook the gourd, sprinkled the liquor on the grave, got up and left.

Jianghu Road is far.

Seven days later, two figures appeared in front of this rough tomb.

The leader, a man in a black suit, bowed towards the grave, straightened up, and there was an invisible burst of strength, causing the black coffin to rise from the ground, and with a flick of his sleeves, the upper coffin lid was lifted Later, He Yuxuan's body was exposed. His cultivation base had already reached the fourth rank before his death, and his flesh body could be said to be immortal for a hundred years, so it still looked like it did before his death.

The man apologized, and reached out to touch the sword mark on He Yuxuan's body, but when he touched the sword mark an inch away, his expression suddenly changed, and he stepped back repeatedly, taking seven or eight steps before stopping, breathing With a little haste, the silk glove on the palm of the hand was directly shattered, revealing the palm full of cuts.

The man dressed as a Taoist priest behind him said in a slightly complicated way:
"It's so strong."

"It seems that we will continue to lie dormant for a while."

"Ah."

The companion's answer was quite cold, and he was already familiar with it, so he didn't care.His eyes fell on the calm face of He Yuxuan, and he sighed slightly:

"However, I never thought that he would actually withdraw his inner strength and forcibly received Murong Qingxue's sword."

"It's almost like looking for death."

The man in front covered his injured and slightly trembling palm, but his voice was very calm, and he narrowed his eyes and said:

"He has only one choice."

"While fighting Murong Qingxue with the magic knife and dying with one move, it can be regarded as fulfilling the requirement."

"This is already the limit of what he can retreat."

"Even under coercion, he is still a Confucian scholar at heart."

"It's a gentleman."

The voice paused slightly, looked at his companion, and said:

"Unlike you, he has a bottom line."

The Taoist laughed out loud.

The supposedly friendly laughter was like a night owl in the night, a little creepy, and said:

"Gentleman? Bottom line? You should know that a gentleman, a knight, etc., are all restraints they impose on themselves."

There was a slight pause in the voice, and the Taoist felt that this kind of topic was really boring, so he stopped talking altogether, and asked about other things, saying:

"By the way, you said he has fulfilled the request."

"Then Ah Xiao, how do you treat his old father, wife and children?"

Ah Xiao's expression was very cold.

He does things meticulously, and really doesn't like to laugh at all.

"Detoxify, give money, send away."

The Taoist was not surprised when he heard the words, looked A Xiao up and down, and suddenly said:

"I didn't know that you were also a gentleman who kept his word."

Ah Xiao shook his head and said seriously:
"No, I'm a villain."

"A villain through and through."

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