Chapter 220

The vast sea of clouds is boundless.

In an instant, there was a bright dawn in the dark world, which swept away the endless darkness.

At this moment, the evening mist receded like a tide. Su Bai slowly opened his eyes, danced like long black hair, and looked at the bottom calmly. In the rolling clouds, towering peaks loomed in the sky. These majestic peaks are like sharp swords out of their scabbard and straight into the sky. There is a terrible smell on them.

The clouds gradually thinned, and several huge virtual shadows came out through the clouds and rocks, cutting through the clouds.

The loud cry enveloped the heaven and earth, and the people sitting on the back of the beast opened their eyes one after another.

There are dense trees and fierce animals.

Seeing this scene again, Su Bai felt a sense of intimacy in his heart.

"Langya, I haven't seen you for a long time." the flawless and peerless appearance of the woman in white looks hazy in the clouds. Her beautiful eyes like jade stare at the main peak of Langya standing in the sea of clouds for a moment. The golden glow in the morning plated it with light gold. Compared with the depression and heaviness in the middle of the night, the main peak of Langya had a sacred breath in Su Bai's eyes.

The pale golden glow and the sword spirit that cuts through the clouds hover. This is a picture of countless years of precipitation.

"I'm back." looking at the familiar old trees and forests in his eyes, he thought of the scenes of the past, and the faces of his old friends flashed in his mind one by one.

"There is a killing sword array on the main peak of Langya, and we have no right to enter it." a warrior standing in the first place and controlling the demon birds whispered: "under the pavilion of Mu en, we can only send you to the main peak of Langya."

"Thank you, sir," Munn chuckled.

Ang!

The loud neighing tore open the rolling clouds, and the demon bird swooped down.

Shua! Shua! Shua!

Several vigorous figures skilfully and incomparably swept down in the air. The white woman's Lotus steps gently moved and fell on the drooping willows. Her eyes without waves stared at the familiar and strange mountain path in front of her. Dai Mei was an inexplicable frown, as if she remembered something.

"In this road this year, I'm still here. When will you return?" the woman in white looked like an ancient well without waves. Her snow winning white skirt swayed and disappeared at the end of the mountain road. Munn and the other two youths also set off one after another, following the woman in white.

Stepping on the thick mountain path, Su Bai turned his eyes to the fading figure, and his eyes were slightly frozen: "what a fast speed. I'm afraid these people's cultivation has long been the existence of Tiangang condensate gas, and their breath is as thick and long as the vast sea." said this, Su Bai turned his eyes to the sword hall building vaguely visible in the clouds above. His feet were tiny, and his body shape turned into a dark shadow and disappeared on the mountain path.

From a distance, you can see the sword palace standing in the clouds. Su's defeat speed is extremely fast. He walks through the rugged mountain roads, sometimes as graceful as a goose and as powerful as a rainbow. The rocking Pavilion is still the former rocking Pavilion, without any change. Su Bai glanced to the stone tablet and looked at the shaking light Pavilion. Su Bai frowned imperceptibly and walked into the shaking light Pavilion.

Mo Tu failed to challenge Xu Huang, the leader of Yuheng Pavilion, but defeated the leader of Kaiyang Pavilion. Now he has been promoted to the new leader of Kaiyang Pavilion. In the past, the disciples of Yaoguang Pavilion who followed MOTU also broke away from Yaoguang Pavilion and became Kaiyang Pavilion disciples. In this way, the upper area of the rocking Pavilion will be empty. The disciples of Yaoguang Pavilion in the middle and lower levels vied for their positions and moved into them.

When Su Bai walked into the Yaoguang Pavilion, he rarely saw the disciples of the Yaoguang Pavilion in the lower area. However, when he walked into the middle area, Su Bai saw many disciples of the Yaoguang Pavilion, most of whom were members of the Sanskrit and moyunxuan teams. Although in the early morning, these people enjoy talking about some topics:

"Those elder martial brothers in Kaiyang pavilion are really tireless. They come to the door early in the morning."

"Don't forget, yesterday was the day when zongmen distributed cultivation resources. Now, there are many contribution points in the hands of weak chickens."

"A group of weak chickens, Muya and seven sins dare to occupy the upper area of the Yaoguang pavilion after entering the law enforcement tower."

"Hey, I heard that the leader of Sanskrit and moyunxuan invited several strong people from other pavilions, plus the help of elder martial brother Luofeng of Kaiyang Pavilion. Tut Tut, I think this time, the leaders not only have to squeeze the contribution points of these weak chickens, but also drive them down."

When hearing these words, Su Bai's body was like a rock, and a faint chill flashed in his dark eyes. With just a few words, Su Bai could imagine that MOTU and others did nothing to suppress the new disciples.

"Scholar and seven crimes into the law enforcement tower?" Su Bai slowly provoked a chill in the corners of his mouth, and his steps were much heavier. Intuition told him that this matter must have something to do with MOTU and others. His right hand fell on the hilt of the sword. Su Bai didn't stop too much. He looked at the middle area of the shaking light pavilion from a distance and walked forward. The disciples of Yaoguang Pavilion, who were talking about it, felt inexplicably cold. They looked at Su Bai's back after he left. In a trance, they felt that the back was familiar.

"Who is this man? I haven't seen him before." in a flash, Su Bai disappeared at the end of the Xie Shui corridor. Several disciples held their chin and said suspiciously, "I seem to have seen it somewhere."

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The upper area, the most eye-catching place of Yaoguang Pavilion.

Countless figures are surging in the spacious square, and the terrible atmosphere is filled with the world. The air of the whole heaven and earth seems to have stopped flowing and solidified. Yan Jian wiped the blood on the corner of his mouth, looked at dozens of figures standing in front of him with gloomy eyes, and said in a cold voice: "Luo Feng, you and I are all disciples of Langya sect. Why kill all things."

Luo Feng stood among several Kaiyang Pavilion disciples with a negative hand. He looked at Yan Jian indifferently and said with a smile: "kill them all? When I showed you a clear way, you gave up your choice ignorance and stubbornly stayed here. Do you regret it now? Oh, I'm not the main person today. I'm just coming to help the leader of Sanskrit and moyunxuan."

"Kill all? Has Su defeated us today? The Sanskrit's face is a little twisted. He covers his empty right arm and stares at Yanjian and others ferociously:" I remember the Revenge of the broken arm. Hum, that guy died in the sword tomb. Naturally, I want this anger on your weak chickens. Who told you to be stubborn and stick to this vulnerable team. "

"Seeing this team, I'm angry." Mo Yunxuan stepped forward, his muscles bulged, and his burly body gave people a heavy sense of oppression.

"Vulnerable team." the new disciples standing on the other side of the square immediately showed angry faces. If they were hindered by their identity, they would have scolded. Yan Jian gave a light Pooh, and his eyes filled with ferocity: "when the leader of Su defeated was still alive, they didn't curl up in the lower field. When Mu Ya and seven sins were still alive, they didn't only dare to watch from one side. Your Sanskrit has only this spirit, and you came to challenge with Mu Ya and seven sins away."

Bang!

Yan Jian shot at this moment. It was incredibly fast. He dragged the residual shadow of Dao Dao Dao. The cold light of the short sword in his hand shone on the square. Two cold lights like poisonous snakes twisted and ran to the Sanskrit song. The Sanskrit song was happy and fearless. With a little smile, he looked at the swift swallows and said softly, "the light of fireflies dare to compete with the sun and the moon."

to be sonorous.

A series of sparks burst out.

I saw the figure galloping out of the swallow as if it had been hit hard, retreating, spitting out a mouthful of blood every step away.

At the same time, a figure appeared in the position of the Sanskrit song. The figure stood with his hands on his back, his black hair dancing. He looked at the retreating swallow coldly and coldly, turned his back to the Sanskrit song, and said coldly, "I don't have time to waste on these trifles."

"According to your Highness's orders, you sweep away these weak chickens and take over the position of leader of the rocking Pavilion." this is a conceited and cold young man wearing the religious clothes of the Tianquan Pavilion. The young man turned around, looked at the Sanskrit and said coldly, "can you do this?"

"Elder martial brother Gu Xi, what do you say?" the Sanskrit song twisted its neck and clicked. The remaining left arm slowly raised, clenched his fist, looked at the retreating Yan room and sneered: "elder martial brother Gu Xi, please wait a little longer. After cleaning up these weak chickens, I will follow the elder martial brother to see your highness."

At the moment when the voice didn't fall, the Sanskrit song leaped out with meteors, and the fierce breath broke the body and cut through the clouds. The Sanskrit song is like killing a God. It goes to the angry new disciples and others: "it's a nerve racking rule. To become the leader of the rocking Pavilion, you have to sweep all the teams in the rocking Pavilion. There is no leader in your team. According to the rules, you can only sweep away your weak chickens. Don't know good or bad resistance. Go through a formal process with me, and you can avoid some flesh and bones."

The fierce sword spirit filled the fists of the Sanskrit. The Sanskrit shook its fists at the new disciples. The whole body was slightly bowed and was about to burst out. At this time, a voice that made him creepy rang out without warning: "at the beginning, it was a wrong choice for me to leave you a hand."