"For the Heavenly Dao" Kang Kelong, the Kang elder of the Yuanwu Seven Veins, roared angrily, and the long sword came out of its sheath and flew towards the platform of life and death. 【】

Wu Meicun of the "Heavenly Walker" martial artist followed closely behind, pinching Leng Qingxun on the high platform.

"For the Heavenly Path" The two mountain gate elders of the Ten Thousand Swords Pavilion were not to be outdone, let out a majestic call, flew up, and copied Leng Qingxun's back road.

Constantly people flew up, shouting the slogan of doing the right thing for the sky, suspended in the sky, and surrounded Leng Qingxun in the middle.

Among them, some of them have extreme hatred for Leng Qingxun's master and apprentice, some are in order to please the gods of God, some are die-hard loyalists of the head of the family, and some are just afraid of being punished by the gods.

For a while, the figures on the life and death platform flew over, the sword qi was vertical and horizontal, and the violent explosions came and went, and the entire space seemed to be deformed, and all the figures were twisted in the fluctuation of energy.

Duanmu Qingyun and Ximen Chuiyue had gloomy faces, standing solemnly under the stage, without making a move, but they also did not make a move to stop them.

Although they had been mentally prepared before, they thought that it would be difficult for them to win.

However, the result was unexpected, and instead of winning, Xie Tianci was stabbed

Leng Qingxun's comprehension and control of the sword has exceeded their imagination, or rather, Leng Qingxun and the Tao he believes in have become one

Since they are not under the same sky, what else is there to say, if you can kill Leng Qingxun in advance and prevent the divine punishment from coming, you may be able to calm the anger of the great gods.

In their cold sight, Leng Qingxun was besieged by many masters, terrifying wounds broke on his body, blood splattered, and the green shirt that had never been contaminated with dust by walking among millions of undead had become shattered.

But his body was still as tall as a javelin, still fighting hard, as if the Divine Punishment Thundercloud that was forming above his head never existed.

A swordsman has the dignity of a swordsman, until the last moment. Never lose your fighting spirit

Under the high platform, the disciples of the Ten Thousand Swords Pavilion burst into tears, a certain sacred palace in their hearts, the words had begun to collapse, which made them feel even more painful.

Although they knew that no miracle would happen again, they still hoped for it.

roar

Just when everyone was praying for the Iron Mask Protector, suddenly. A loud dragon groan was heard in the distance

A fist-sized black dot flew in the direction of the Life and Death Table, and in the blink of an eye, it turned into a huge Demon Winged Dragon. The dragon's broad wings were draped in brilliant rainbow and golden streaks

Dragon's Darkning

Everyone's hearts were shocked, and even Leng Qingxun glanced at it with some surprise.

Xiao Qiang, dressed in a black shirt, stood on the craggy dragon head of Xuandian, holding the sword with one hand, holding the hilt of Xuanmo's sword tightly with his big hand, and looked nervously towards the high platform.

When he saw Leng Qingxun covered in blood. When he was under the siege of everyone, his blood suddenly surged, and countless blood spots exploded in his eyes, and the monstrous anger and killing intent boiled at this moment

When he was in the Dark Temple, the Sword Soul repeatedly warned him, but he just thought that the Sword Soul was repelling the dark aura in the Temple. So didn't care.

However, when Xiao Qiang sensed that there was a change in the starry sky of the law, he had a bad premonition.

This feeling is mysterious and mysterious, indescribable, and unclear, but it has always hovered in his heart, making him unable to enter the state.

It is under the tutelage of this feeling. Xiao Qiang left the Dark Temple under the mire and flew all the way towards Ten Thousand Swords Mountain.

Just when he was on the periphery, he encountered the nine-point starlight, and Xuanmo automatically unsheathed and absorbed the nine-point starlight.

It was through the souls of those nine Sword Pavilion Grandmasters that Xiao Qiang saw the entire process of the Ten Thousand Swords Great Array from its activation to the killing of the army of millions of undead.

Xiao Qiang finally understood. In the sky of the Law of Swords, the shiny little sword is Master Leng Qingxun

At this moment, the ominous premonition in his heart was finally verified, and the master was besieged by this group of shameless people

Die, you all deserve to die

With a roar, Xiao Qiang trembled all over, steaming with dark red flames, his red eyes spewed out two flames, and the hatred that he had never felt before swept through his body.

Knort

The black light flashed, and the ink was unsheathed

roar

The body of the giant dragon Xuandian also burned, and the dark red lightning scurried all over his body, and he let out an angry roar, and ten thousand golden lights bloomed on his wings, roaring towards the platform of life and death

"Xiao Qiang, step aside," Leng Qingxun shouted.

"Xiao Qiang, Leng Qingxun disobeys the will of the gods, the divine punishment is coming, he is bent on death, do you still want to intervene" Ximen Chuiyue slowly levitated, and shouted loudly.

"Master" Xiao Qiang's tears burst out of his eyes, and a bloodstain flowed from the corner of his mouth, which forced Xuandian to stop.

He didn't understand the punishment of God, but he knew that the master had the pride of the master, and the master had the dignity of the master, and at this moment, the life and death platform belonged to the master, even if he died in battle, he had to take away this pride

"Divine punishment is coming, everyone waits, all retreat" Duanmu Qingyun raised his eyes and glanced at the sky, and his majestic voice floated outward, spreading throughout the five peaks.

In the sky above the Death Stage, the terrifying air mass had twisted into a colorful round canopy, emitting a suppressed roar, and countless lightning bolts rushed outward, like a giant python escaping from a cave.

The terrifying coercion spread, making everyone's hearts tremble, as if the entire sky was about to fall.

Hearing Duanmu Qingyun's warning, everyone retreated in panic, and the people besieging Leng Qingxun on the life and death platform also showed their bodies and swept out.

On the empty platform of life and death, Leng Qingxun's cloak was scattered, covered in blood, and he knelt on one knee on the ground, his wind and thunder sword had broken into two, the broken hilt was propped up on the ground, his body trembled slightly, and he tried his best to straighten up.

"Xiao Qiang, don't forget your original intention, you have the avenue, and the road in the future depends on yourself" Leng Qingxun looked at Xiao Qiang, a cold smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he suddenly made a force and threw the broken hilt at Xiao Qiang.

Losing the last support, Leng Qingxun fell on the platform of life and death.

"Master" Xiao Qiang held the hilt of the Wind and Thunder Sword, screamed sadly, a mouthful of blood spurted out wildly, and fell to his knees on the head of the Xuandian dragon with a pop, crying bitterly.

A figure flew up from under the stage of life and death, Luo Qinglian hugged Leng Qingxun, with tears in her eyes, and said softly: "Senior brother, I'm here to accompany you"

Leng Qingxun's body twitched, blood kept pouring out of his mouth, flooding his entire jaw, he struggled to reach out his hand, and finally touched Luo Qinglian's cheek, leaving blood-stained finger marks.

His dilated pupils looked at the thunderclouds in the sky, as if the divine light was flowing down from heaven, and his heart was peaceful.

It was as if he had returned to the prairie of his childhood, seeing the undulating waves on the tips of the grass, the trajectory of the eagle in the sky, the colorful clouds and the sunset like fish scales, and the long flowing hair of the girl and the fiery pomegranate skirt beside the rippling lake.

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