There are not too many words, and Mitiantai Moyun directly moves to attack the mountain.

The dark clouds collapsed, and there was no imaginary group of monks and soldiers in the clouds, only arrows. Three feet and three long arrows, no bow and no one holding the bow, the ink cloud shattered and three hundred arrows flew up at the same time, and the salvo shot away from the mountain.

The next moment, the ink clouds converged again, covering the sky again, as if they had never collapsed, as if they had never collapsed, but the long arrow had already come out!

There is no longer a protective seal from the mountain.

There was no chaos on the Yuhuaping, and a large group of cultivators sat on the ground like that, calmly watching the three hundred black arrows attacking and killing them, not because they didn't want to mess up, let alone because they didn't want to dodge or escape, but they couldn't move, except for the eyes in front of them, there was no place in the whole body to move.

There are thousands of years of cultivation in the air, and there is a huge force in the body, when the ink cloud disperses and gathers three hundred ink arrows to attack, countless cultivators on the Yuhuaping only feel that their hearts are violently shaken, and Xiuyuan is in chaos, and he can no longer raise the slightest strength.

Mo Seng attacked, only one blow to intimidate everyone, not waiting to move, can't stop or escape, how to fight this battle There is still one person who can move, Yuhuaping suddenly a sword light is clear, the thin old man pulled out his sword and ascended to the sky!

Before today, he was still an ordinary Taoist who stayed in front of the Qiming Sword Monument and was not noticeable at all, until the daytime when the three thousand Mo Dao attacked the mountain, he drew his sword righteously, and his sword shined in all directions, shocking the audience! At this moment, he drew his sword to protect his fellow Daoists.

Qi Naruko out of the sword, people in the air, but people are insignificant, the sword is the only meaning at the moment, after drawing the sword, Qi Naruko is no longer Qi Naruko, the sword in Qi Naruko's hand is the real Qi Naruko!

The sword draws Tianxi, clear and thorough. Tactfully long, a sword meets three hundred ink-colored arrows.

Swords and arrows meet. In an instant, the stream is stagnant, the clarity is no longer calm, the bright light is suddenly muddy, the stream is never turbid, because it is living water, only the mud will be turbid and smelly, the stream will never lose its calmness, because it has a source and a way to go, how can the water not be lively, and only the stagnant water will be silent and suffocating.

In the blink of an eye, Qi Naruko roared angrily, and the stream and ink dispersed at the same time. Even though the sword momentum was broken. Qi Mingzi still relied on his profound cultivation yuan to swing his sharp sword qi, crushed the three hundred black arrows called by the ink monk, and then the thin old road fell to the ground, and his body staggered back again and again. After more than ten steps, he stood firm.

A pale flashed across his face.

Qi Naruko blocked the blow for Lishan. Barely able to win.

It's not Qi Naruko. Even though his memory has not been restored, his combat power has been greatly damaged, and he is still an immortal, and there can be a few people in this Middle Earth who can make him retreat more than ten steps in a row with a single blow.

Mo Seng is strong.

But it doesn't seem to be that strong. Three hundred arrows is also shocking, but it is really nothing compared to the fame of the two generations of holy monks in the mirror and the flower.

"Not bad. It's just that on the top of Moyun, Hejing smiled, glanced at Qi Mingzizhi, and then looked at Su Jing, who was in the right position of Yuhuaping: "Are the people of the Lishan Sword Sect really not good, and they have to rely on outsiders to prevent disasters and survive?"

"It's hard to say if you can't leave the mountain, anyway, Su Jing really can't do it, I fought with your demon monk in the desert lonely city, and I was almost killed, and I escaped with my life, but I didn't have one out of ten costs. A voice came from outside the mountain gate, the voice was tired, but the sword light was never tired.

Scarface Tsing Yi appeared. Even if you don't know the mirror on the clouds, the two generations of monks can understand that the other party is prepared, and none of the famous people in the mountains are in the sect, and this battle is almost not fought, not to mention that Ye Fei has been the first generation of true biography from the mountain, and he has seen the portraits of those senior monks when he was a guest on the rooftop, and he can't recognize them all, but he can always recognize a few of them.

He knew who was coming, he knew that there was almost no chance of winning this battle, and he didn't have to show it

Traitor from the mountain.

Ye Fei is a traitor, and a traitor is away from the mountain, thus: leaving the mountain Ye Fei.

It's just that this person is very awkward, he has obviously shown himself, he is obviously protecting the mountain, and he has to reveal another important news to the enemy - now Su Jing is just an empty shelf, and ten percent of his cultivation is not one percent left. There are many people who hear the words on Yuhuaping, and many people who are surprised! Now that you are leaving the mountain, everyone's only backbone is actually wasted?

Ye Fei appeared for only a moment, and the person disappeared again, leaving only a long sword.

When Qi Mingzi was in the sword, he put all his energy into it, and people became insignificant, and the sword was the true meaning, but Ye Fei was different, how could Ye Fei have a 'royal', he simply and completely turned into a sword.

Before the fierce battle of the Eleventh World, Ye Fei took great pains to raise one good sword after another in his body, and after returning from the Eleventh World, five hundred years passed, and he raised himself into a sword. This is the real reason for starting from nothing, from cultivation to exhaustion, and then entering the realm of human kings.

Before leaving the mountain, Ye Fei turned his sword and Ye Fei took out his sword, hitting the zenith ink cloud directly.

Just when Ye Fei made a move, Qi Mingzi ascended to the sky again, volleyed the long sword, and drew Tianxi again!

The sword strikes the sky, and it is the eve of dawn, the darkest moment in Middle-earth.

Behind the mirror, a drooping old monk folded his hands. Flower word monk, law name Qinghua.

The moment of merging is the moment when the clouds disappear.

The moment of disappearance is the moment of manifestation under the clouds.

The old monk flashed from the ink cloud to the ink cloud, and met Ye Fei who came from the ground to the sky.

When he was on the clouds, Qinghua was hunched over, he was too old to stand up straight, and when his palms were folded, the only little vitality left in his body suddenly disappeared, and the living person became a piece of wood, completely spiritual, lifeless, unable to move, not grow, and unable to think; but when he appeared under the clouds, all of a sudden, the golden Zen light mixed with jet black colors swept in all directions, it was a Buddha with a thousand feet tall, full of black gold, and dressed in ink-colored treasure clothes!

The giant Buddha crossed the sky, opened his eyes, and spit out lightly: "Sin." ”

The white colossus suddenly appeared on the ground, it was originally a Buddhist auspicious beast, but because of a pair of black tusks, it appeared to be endlessly demonic, and the shape of this elephant was so huge that it only needed to tilt its head slightly, and the proboscis could reach the sharp long sword that flew to the sky three thousand zhang in the sky.

Elephants, also often called big stupid elephants by children in the southwest, usually move slowly. With such a big body, how can it not be stupid? But this one is not stupid at all, its proboscis is more flexible than the most skillful hands in the world, not only catching up with the long sword, but also gently turning around and entangled the long sword of Ye Fei's incarnation.

The human king turned into a sword, how sharp it is, even if it is pure gold essence, it can be pierced with one piercing, even if it is soup and soft water, it will be split in two, but if it is not a sharp long sword, it is powerless to escape under the entanglement of the elephant's trunk. Tightly strapped.

If it is Mo Fifteen or Nanye Mengshuo and the like. I am afraid that the soul will be shattered on the spot, but with the same sword, there is no escape under Qinghua's law, this is the difference between the perfect world and other worlds. Immortal family differences.

The long sword is trapped, and it is not only trapped. The white elephant is holy. has its own true law, the long sword was captured by the elephant's trunk, and the sword body trembled violently. The spell was broken and turned back into Ye Fei.

The long sword has changed, the Buddha has also changed, the long sword has changed back to Ye Fei, the Buddha has changed back to Qinghua, but at this moment Qinghua is no longer the old man who can't even straighten his waist, he beats shirtless, he wears red flowers, he wears red pants, he holds high in his hand the ghost-headed knife tied with a long red silk, the skinny old man, the scrawny but full of laughter and cruel eyes, the executioner who specializes in cutting off people's heads.

With a knife cut, blood splattered, and Ye Fei's body was in a different place!

When Ye Fei's head fell, the Tianxi drawn by Qi Mingzi had already swept three hundred zhang in front of Moyun.

It is a stream, but it is more like a river, more like the sea, and it is not uncommon for a mountain stream that can drown people, but where can I find a stream that can crush the mountains and pierce the earth? Before leaving the mountain, I will find it in the sky! Qi Naruko bloomed with all his might, and he knew that this blow might not go back, and since he could not come back, he would need to burn brilliantly, and he would have to be crazy to have no regrets, and as long as this sword was brilliant enough, I would have no regrets, and it would matter if I didn't return.

Tianxi to, ink clouds open.

At the foot of the mirror, the inky sky clouds that had just been reunited after the arrows were released fell apart again, and there was nothing new in the tricks, but the ink clouds were still broken, and the long arrows came out with six thousand arrows.

Three hundred arrows last time.

This time six thousand arrows.

This is the true power hidden in the ink cloud.

Three hundred arrows has already made it difficult for Qi Naruko to deal with it, what about six thousand arrows?

The ink clouds collapsed, and six thousand jet-black long arrows appeared, and the hearts of many outer cultivators on Yuhuaping sank, and the words that the ink-colored demon monk said when he came were right: What does it matter?

The gods of the outer heavens are fighting the ink spirits for the universe? Middle-earth is one of the battlefields? Middle-earth cultivators still have comrades-in-arms? What does it matter! Before dawn, the mountain will be destroyed, and all living beings will be killed, and everyone will die.

The second time, swords and arrows met in the sky. When it touches, it is broken, Tianxi is shattered, Qi Ming's sword is broken, the thin and dry old road closes his eyes and waits for death, the ink monk in the sky smiles and closes the mirror with a smile, his eyes are as black as night, but there is no peace of night, only boundless demon. But suddenly, his eyes changed color.

The pure black dissipated, becoming colorful and bizarre.

Mortal eyes don't change color, and no cultivator or immortal family is so boring that they will specialize in researching spells that change the color of their eyes. No one has studied it, and there is no such spell. Throughout the ages, in the universe of heaven and earth, there is no way to 'look at the eyes'.

The 'eye color' of the mirror has changed, not only him, the eyes of several mirror characters, flower characters old monks and the barbarian Futu in the sky have changed, and at this moment, each of them has a pair of 'flowery' eyes.

At the time of the festival, the fireworks fly into the sky, and the children look up at the brilliant fireworks in the sky, and the 'eye color' will change, and the clear eyes will be reflected in the same colorful situation as the fireworks.

The fireworks come from the disciples who leave the mountain, every disciple who leaves the mountain.

On Yuhuaping, every disciple who left the mountain rose to the sky, the elder was not there, the true transmission was not there, the inner gate was not there, and the people who could almost be called 'elite' in the mountain boundary were not there, but there were still descendants in the Sword Sect: the 3,700 outer disciples who came down from the nineteen carved stone cliffs, the 9,400 registered disciples who came out of the island of Wuliang Lake, and the more than 10,000 disciples who left the mountain.

Tens of thousands of people, everyone, including Su Jing, as long as the people wearing the sword robe of the mountain are all flying into the sky.

No matter what color the silk of his robe is, no matter what pattern is embroidered on the cuffs of the robe, as long as the sword robe is on the body, it is a glory and a symbol, that is: a disciple of the mountain.

The Lishan Sword Sect has its own disciples guarding the Lishan - a sentence that Ren Duo once said when he was fighting hard against Xuantian. There is more than one person who has taken it, and there are countless disciples who have left the mountain to say this, and today all the disciples who have left the mountain say this again.

Soar into the sky. Greet the enemy! It is to meet the enemy, not to send them to death! It is to kill thieves, not to martyrdom! When the disciples who left the mountain threw themselves into the sky, they pinched the trick, waved their hands, and put themselves in the center of their eyebrows, and immediately it was a splendid beauty: swords, treasures, and magic lights, all kinds of brilliant colors burst out from every disciple who left the mountain.

In their eyes, the magic light vibrated from their bodies, but the disciples who left the mountain were still disciples who left the mountains, their body shape had not changed, and their facial features were still the same; if they investigated in a different way, and retracted their gaze and used the spiritual sense of the cultivators to investigate, they would be surprised to find that there were still disciples who left the mountains, a large area that flew up and covered the sky. It is a magic weapon for cultivating the family one by one. Tens of thousands of magic weapons and treasures converge into a cloud of treasures and a tide of treasures!

Compared with the inner gate and the true inheritance of cultivation on the Rank Star Peak, the cultivation and combat power of the outer gate and the registered disciples are not worth mentioning. Nineteen carved stone cliffs, any one. Both sisters were able to fight from the foot of the mountain to the summit. It won't take half an hour.

A level of enlightenment is a world of heaven and earth, and there is a big gap.

However, there are treasures from the mountain, and many treasures have their own magic. Away from the mountain treasury and the triple heavens, not to mention the upper and middle two heavens, even the most inconspicuous third vault, the treasures in it are extraordinary. However, although there are many treasures, there are very few that can be taken by disciples.

The magic weapon is very good, but the strength of the disciples is limited, and there are very few people who can control the treasures.

Therefore, among the elders of Lishan, there is one person who has specialized in one topic in the last few hundred years: how to cultivate as a shallow disciple and exert ten percent of the power of treasures.

This topic is extremely difficult, but in the end it has been broken, as long as the entry, even if there is only one realm of cultivation contact, the disciples of the mountain can 'refine' a treasure, the body treasure is one, and the treasure is ten percent of the power of the treasure in the fierce battle. But not without a price: there is a backlash.

It is not a backlash against the disciples who collect the treasures, but a backlash against the treasures themselves. Great treasures, once wasted, whether it is the ancient fairy sword or the exquisite tower, after one use, it will be scrapped, completely become scrap copper and rotten iron, and it is useless.

can only support the First World War, after the First World War, the Lishan Daku is empty, the head of the dignified Heavenly Sect, the Lishan Sword Sect has almost no treasures, so why wait until after the First World War, from the moment this proposal was decided, the treasures were distributed and the secret method of refining was handed down, the Lishan Treasury had already become an empty shell. The act of self-destruction of the foundation, but from the head of the mountain, down to the little cultivator who had just entered and couldn't figure out the difference between the Engraved Sky Stone Cliff and the Ethereal Star Peak, they were all destroyed happily and happily.

If the 30,000-year-old Lingyuan tide is really a return to the light, if the vicious calamity is unavoidable, how can you sit idly by and ignore the mountain, and how can you be completely unprepared. Since you are prepared, you should be thorough. It has been nearly 5,000 years since the Mountain Sword Sect stood in the world, long enough, majestic enough, and worthy enough Even if Yu Miao'er is wrong, even if the calamity is empty, what is the grievance of the mountain family, what is the complaint, the ancestor has a training: I can't ask for it, I don't have to ask for it, I have no regrets!

If the catastrophe has not come, the world of Middle Earth will be peaceful forever, but the mountain will be hollowed out, and it will sink from the first heavenly sect in the world to a small sect of the ninth rate, that is, Shen He is mediocre and ashamed of the ancestors. Shame is enough, but there is no regret - there is a possibility that Middle-earth will be ruined, but it is only possible, but Lishan did not hesitate to ask about the future, and made all the preparations he could, enough to have no regrets.

The head of Shen He does not understand the immortal road, and in order to stick to the sect, he cultivates the Qingling Sword Song, which is the preparation for leaving the mountain to be robbed;

Elders, true lineages, and inner disciples have exhausted the spirit stones and heavy treasures, and suspended the Fa-rectification practice to concentrate on refining the Fa Xingfeng, which is a preparation for leaving the mountain to respond to the catastrophe;

The outer gate and the registered disciples collect a treasure, which is still a preparation for leaving the mountain.

Every treasure is a treasure from the mountain, and every disciple is also a treasure from the mountain. It was Elder Yu, who liked to joke, called this spell: treasure on treasure.

In fact, it is not enough to rely on Lishan's own family background to let every disciple be able to refine a powerful magic weapon, but there is a little uncle from Lishan, who takes a trip to the Southern Wilderness, a trip to the West Sea, and a trip to the Netherworld, and every time he comes back, he makes Lishan sit on the ground and become old and rich, and he has been married, and after he got married, he has walked around all the sects and sects in the Middle Earth.

Relying only on the little uncle himself, it is still reluctant to want all the disciples who leave the mountain to be able to refine the treasures, but who is Su Jing? He is the little ancestor, when the number one trading shop on the cultivation path today is the little ancestor of the six or two major owners of the Qixi Mountain Xiaoyao Pavilion, the treasure from the mountain is not enough, and the big owner is anxious when he hears it

Tens of thousands of disciples unleashed tens of thousands of treasures!

Soaring into the sky, before Qi Naruko was killed by the ink sword, he went to meet the six thousand ink-colored arrows! On the sky, the brilliance bloomed and bloomed, gathered and gathered, condensed into a beautiful sea, galloping and surging, facing the Mofa killing!

There is Su Jing in the sea, and there are also three corpses in the sea, all of them meet the enemy.

There was a loud bang, and the roaring waves of air scattered in the sky

Ye Fei's head fell.

But it didn't fall to the ground. Or, in other words, the head of the man was missing in the middle of the fall, before it hit the ground:

The head of the person who was tumbling and falling suddenly shook, the head was gone, and the long sword appeared.

Ye Fei's head turned into a sword.

It was two swords, and the headless corpse also turned into a long sword, and the loach-like shrunk and verticalized, escaping from the long trunk of the white elephant, and then the two swords were combined and rose again.

Ye Fei, who was cut in two, not only did not die, but also became an extra sword.

Qinghua, an old monk who came down to face Ye Fei, was slightly surprised. But it was just a surprise, Qinghua did not have the slightest fear, laughed and said "there is you", the thin body turned sharply, the executioner wearing red flowers suddenly changed into a crown to get a monk, and the white elephant on the ground quickly disappeared like a mirage, and a Bodhi tree grew from behind Qinghua.

Four thousand zhang heaven, the wisdom of the master sat under the Bodhi tree, his eyes were compassionate, his hands were sealed, people were in silence, and the wonderful law was born unexpectedly, and the two swords that were combined together suddenly always separated, turned into arcs, and divided from always went around in a circle, bypassing Qinghua.

Can you fight this Qinghua monk? Ye Fei doesn't know. If they really fight for their lives, it is unknown who will live in the end. Qinghua is not a half-hung Mo Lingxian, he was born in Middle Earth, he is famous all over the world, if Ye is not facing the battle, he will not be able to win in a short time

Ye Fei didn't care about working hard, but he didn't want to fight with Qinghua. He is the head of the Zhan clan, and he only spells the most expensive one: the leader of the trip to Mitiantai, and the demon monk Hejing.

So he dodged the celebratory flowers.

Qinghua didn't expect that he shouldn't fight, and in an instant, the two swords had already bypassed the 'Bodhi Master', and then made a combination, and the sword blade pointed directly at the zenith enemy chief-

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