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The Western Immortal Realm collapsed, the powerhouses left, and on the starry sky, two figures, one large and one small, walked in parallel, walking towards Moxing.

The fairy world has gained a lot, and the affirmative answer when the Queen Mother of the West disappeared dissipated a lot of doubts that had been lingering in his heart.

He didn't know when he would find the true way to bring the dead back to life, but as long as there was a glimmer of hope, he would keep going.

In addition, there is one thing, he has never understood why the Queen Mother of the West used a golden hairpin to draw out the heavenly river before she disappeared, and buried the black vortex at the end of the fairy world into it.

What can make the Lord of the Western Immortal Realm care about must be extraordinary, that huge black vortex, what is it?

As for the matter of the phoenix body, there are still too many unknowns, and he never thought that one day, the person he can't trust the most will be himself.

After walking for many days, Mo Xing was already in front of him, Ning Chen gathered his thoughts and stepped into it with the little girl.

Moshan, on the platform of the Peak Road, the ink lord has a feeling, his eyes opened, looking into the distance, a trace of brilliance flashed, indescribable.

After a while, the black-clothed figure walked over, bowed, and said respectfully, "Master"

Lord Mo nodded and said, "It's good to come back, let's go back and rest first."

"Yes"

Ning Chen saluted again, and then walked away.

Outside the peak, the big hand took the small hand and walked towards the ninth peak together.

A day later, on the peak, the five figures returned at the same time, saluted respectfully for Ling Yun, the lord of the third peak, and then told in detail the story of the immortal world.

On the platform, after listening to the former's narration, there was no change in the old man's face, he bowed slightly, and said, "I already know, you should step down."

The five of them saluted in unison, turned and retreated.

On the ninth peak, the black clothes stood quietly, looking at the direction of the Message Peak, the dark eyes were like an abyss, and there was no change in mood.

Behind him, Yin'er was working hard to practice swords, one move and one style, but it was still just the foundation.

The red sword cut from green bamboo roared softly in the wind, and faintly, the phoenix roared, and the sword breath attracted each other, coiling the sword body.

Learning martial arts requires qualifications, Yin'er's talent, there is no doubt about it, plus he once used phoenix blood to baptize martial arts, and his foundation has long surpassed the so-called martial arts genius.

Knowing fate is not a genius, so he will never look at Yin'er on the same day, teach the sword, and still teach from the basics, day after day, it is only the most basic of the basics.

Learning swords is very boring, especially when it is only a few basic moves every day, and the little girl is tired of practicing, and she will always have a little temper.

However, Ning Chen, who has always been very indulgent to the little girl, has never backed down from beginning to end in this matter.

He knows very well that if he doesn't endure hardships, how can he peek at the sword.

The most indispensable thing in this world is genius, and geniuses who can't fulfill their talents are useless.

On the horizon, the sun traveled westward, the day gradually passed, and when the sun was about to set, in the distance, a calm voice reached the ninth peak.

"Ninth Senior Brother, come to the Third Peak"

Hearing this, Ning Chen turned around and looked at the third peak in the distance, his eyes narrowed slightly.

"Yin'er, you continue to practice swords, I'll go out, and I'll be there soon"

As he spoke, the black clothes swept out, turned into streamers, and flew towards the third peak.

Seeing this, Yin'er pouted and continued to practice her sword.

On the third peak, a young man in yellow is tidying up the medicine field on the peak, less than ten zhang square medicine field, one by one big medicine grows in it, the fragrance of medicine is fragrant, just smelling, it makes people feel refreshed.

In the medicine field, the man in yellow looks ordinary and has a restrained breath, and he looks nothing special, not even as good as an ordinary martial artist.

However, only the people of the Momen know that the Lord of the Third Peak is the first person in the Momen besides the Momen.

Aya Luo Zhen once said that although she is also in the late stage of the Immortal Realm, the possibility that she can defeat the third senior brother in a real fight is less than one percent.

Ning Chen appeared, came to the medicine field, looked at the man in yellow in the medicine field, and said politely, "Third Senior Brother"

Ling Yun raised his head, smiled gently, and said, "Here, wait a minute, it will be fine soon."

Ning Chen nodded, waiting outside the medicine field with a calm expression.

About half an hour later, Ling Yun sorted out the big medicine in the medicine field and walked out.

"I've been waiting for a long time," Ling Yun said with a smile on his face.

"Third Senior Brother is polite," Ning Chen responded.

Ling Yun smiled and said, "Actually, I called you here, there is nothing too important, but there are some small things that you can't rest assured, and if you think about it, only the ninth senior brother is the most suitable."

"Third Senior Brother, please speak," Ning Chen responded.

"These days, I want to go out, I can't rest assured about the flowers and plants here, so I ask you to help take care of it," Ling Yun said softly.

"How long will it take?" Ning Chen said with a slight frown.

"I don't know"

Ling Yun shook his head and said, "Maybe ten days, maybe a few months, maybe ......"

At the end of the words, Ling Yun's tone was stagnant, he didn't continue, he smiled, and said, "In short, before I come back, these herbs, please ask my junior brother."

Ning Chen nodded lightly and responded.

"The last thing, I heard that the junior brother has extraordinary attainments in the sword, I don't know if the senior brother is lucky enough to have a discussion with the junior brother."

As he spoke, Ling Yun waved his hand, and in the bamboo house behind him, a wooden box flew out, and the moment the wooden box was opened, a white sword as thin as a cicada's wings flew out, and the sound of the sword was sad and piercing.

"The third senior brother knows the sword?"

Ning Chen's eyes narrowed, and he asked softly, in the Western Immortal Realm, he had never seen Ling Yun use a sword, nor had he heard Ayaluo Zhen and Qi Huan mention it.

"Know a little bit about it"

Lingyun held his sword and answered.

"Brother's Luck"

Ning Chen's expression froze, and with a wave of his hand, the blue light flowed, and Tai Shi appeared.

"Please"

"Please"

When the words fell, Ling Yun moved first, Bai Hong came out, the sword danced with the person, and the wonderful sword sense began to show its edge.

Ning Chen swung his sword to block the front, and with a sonorous sound, the sword light was awe-inspiring, and the sound of the sword rang out.

The blade of the sword in Ling Yun's hand turned, and Ling Hua turned around, like Cao Yi coming out of the water, and the sword intent was dense.

The sword that changes very quickly, the sword is true, the sword is virtual, there is no distinguish, there is no difference.

The brilliance in Ning Chen's eyes flashed, and the blade of the sword swam, following the sword, meeting the exquisite sword.

The handover of the two swords, the touch is divided, the clash of fast swords, a sword is faster than a sword, the sword light is over, the black hair falls at the same time, and the free and easy demeanor is intertwined with a perfect and picturesque swordsman's decision.

On the other four peaks, Aya Luozhen, Qi Huan and other Momen four sons looked at the third peak and watched the decision of the swordsman.

None of them knew that the third senior brother's sword attainments were so extraordinary.

"White Rainbow"

The sword meets the opponent, which is the luck of life, but I can't help myself, and the final sword duel is full of sadness in the sword.

"Huh?"

Ning Chen leaned his ears, his sword moved, and he swam in steps.

The criss-crossing white rainbow light, gorgeous and abnormal, the sword light in the rainbow, no beginning and end, the amazing and brilliant sword, the first time in the world.

Suddenly, I heard the sad sound of the sword, and in the sword rainbow, there was a sound, a sound.

Suddenly, a dazzling red dripped, dripping down the body of the sword, instantly staining the ground in front of him.

In the eye, the Taishi sword blade entered the body by half an inch, and the final chapter of the sword trick quietly ended at the most gorgeous time.

"Why" Ning Chen said, frowning.

"No, the winner is strong, junior brother, you won"

Ling Yun smiled incomprehensibly and said softly.

The body came out, the blade of the sword left the body, and a touch of blood flowed down, poignant and beautiful.

The distinction between victory and defeat is clear, and at this moment, it becomes blurred and difficult to distinguish.

Bai Hong flew into the wooden box, and the sound of the sword disappeared, and it was no longer audible.

"Ning Chen, it's not too early, Senior Brother won't keep you anymore, please go back" Ling Yun smiled.

"Farewell of Senior Brother"

Hearing this, Ning Chen suppressed the doubts in his heart, saluted politely again, and immediately stepped towards the ninth peak.

The eighth peak, a touch of sadness flashed in Ayara's real eyes, she delayed her time, but she pushed the third senior brother forward.

"Ayaluo, don't be sad for me, everyone has a life, I have no regrets in this life"

A calm voice came, without too many waves, a sword duel, but the last regret.

"Senior brother, can't you really change it?" said Ayara, sadly.

"Senior Brother Nine is different from anyone I have ever seen, perhaps, your questions can be answered by him, but Senior Brother can't wait, so he will take the first step, hoping that on the bridge, you can come later"

On the third peak, Ling Yun smiled faintly, picked up the sword box, and walked towards the bottom of the mountain.

On the peaks, the four sons of Momen bowed down and saluted to bid farewell to the third senior brother.

On the ninth peak, Ning Chen's eyes became deeper and deeper, looking at Ling Yun coming down the mountain, his heart was inexplicably heavy.

Fang Cai's sword, although he couldn't feel the sword breath, he could also hear the coldness of the sword, this battle was not only a competition, but also a farewell.

Sending a message to the peak, the ink lord opened his eyes, looked at the departing Ling Yun, and sighed lightly for a long time.

On the 10th, the Moshan Mountain was still as calm and peaceful as before, and there was no abnormality, however, on the 11th day, a young man who looked like a teenager came up the mountain and came with a white rainbow sword box on his back.

"Lord Mo, Brother Lingyun left a message to send this sword to the ninth peak"

On the peak, the young man saluted, put down the sword box, and said.

On the ground, the blood-stained sword box was red and dazzling, and the rainbow sword in the box was faintly mournful.

"You go," the ink lord's old eyes flashed with emotion, and he sighed lightly.

"Lord Xie Mo"

The young man saluted respectfully.

Half an hour later, the young man climbed the ninth peak, looked at the black-clothed figure in front of the peak, and said respectfully, "Mr. Nine, Brother Lingyun asked me to send this sword, please accept it."

The sword box opened, and Bai Hong was quietly lying in it, crying blood on the sword, dripping and dazzling.

"Third Senior Brother, uh"

Aya Luozhen, Qi Huan and others appeared, and when they saw Bai Hongjian, their hearts ached at the same time.

"The sword has been delivered, and I have taken my leave"

The boy put down the sword box, saluted politely again, and turned to leave.

"Excuse me, what's your name?"

Ayaro came back to her senses, looked at the boy, and spoke.

The young man stopped, turned around and said calmly, "I'm just an ordinary sword giver, it doesn't matter what the name is to the gentlemen, there will be a later date."

After speaking, the young man did not say anything more and walked away.

The young man left, and on the ninth peak, the five figures looked at the white rainbow sword of the sword box, and stood silently, for a long time, the lord of the sixth and seventh peaks sighed deeply and walked away.

"Ninth Senior Brother, since the Third Senior Brother gave you this sword, take it"

Finally glancing at Bai Hong, Qi Huan looked at the young man in front of him and sighed softly.

On the side, Ayara Zhen's hands were pale with clenched hands, and the sadness in her eyes could not be hidden, why, could their fate only be like this?