Chapter 61 Stay up late to code words, ask for votes in the early morning! Sweat!
Chapter 61
A martial artist of a liberal faction found the bodies of people in black everywhere in the primitive black forest, as well as the scenery full of wild valrous people. He quickly recognized the identity of these people, the night clan, the traitor of human beings, aliens, and the lackeys of demons.
These tens of thousands of corpses and bright red soil shocked the martial artist. Obviously, there was a big war here, and the final result of the battle was obviously the defeat of the night clan. In the air, the martial artist felt an extremely strong sword spirit. In the world, the sword spirit is as hegemonic and horrible, and the kendo cultivation is so Just like... This is the means of the Sword Emperor.
The news quickly spread all over the world, and everyone was once again shocked by the terrible power of the imperial realm. The existence of the sword emperor can actually deal with tens of thousands of opponents, and its lethality is too terrible. The realm of the Sword Emperor is like being horrible, but what is even more terrifying is the means of the Sword Emperor. Almost all of those corpses are dead, and their limbs are broken one by one, which is described as sad. There are many black blood clots all under the cliff. The tragedy of the scene is like a Shura hell. And the master of the sword domain, the thunderous means of the Sword Emperor, also shocked many people.
In the early morning a few days later, Fengyun Wuji came in from outside the sword pavilion with a heavy face. The original white clothes were stained with a little blood. He greeted him with Chi injured and asked, "Master, what's going on?"
Fengyun Wuji said with a tired face, "I will explain this matter to you for the time being. After a while, I will tell you." Then he dragged his tired body to the third floor of the Sword Pavilion.
Sitting alone on the three layers of smooth floor, Fengyun Wuji turned to the door and window opened in the Sword Pavilion. He was quietly in a daze. The breeze passed through the window, stroked his face, and raised a few strands of hair on his cheeks.
Dong Dong Dong! A slight sound of footsteps came from downstairs, and the sound of footsteps stopped abruptly at the entrance of the corridor.
"Master, can I come in?" It's the sound of delay.
"Come in." Feng Yun Wuji sighed.
Slowly walked to Fengyun Wuji, squatted down, and looked at the gradually brightening sky outside the window, as well as the changing clouds...
"A few days ago, thousands of disciples on our plane flew up at the same time and were killed at the same time!" Feng Yun Wuji's voice was very flat, but it was difficult to hide a trace of excitement and anger.
"What!!" Chi was sad and shocked. They had already found that not far from the Sword Pavilion, the disciple of Jianzong, who was lying in a pool of blood and his heart in his chest was gone, had already expected that something big would happen, but he did not expect that this time there were thousands of disciples flying up at the same time, and in addition to a seriously injured disciple who was Outside the sword pavilion, there is no one else.
"Who is it..."
"It was done by the night people. I have killed them all!" Fengyun Wuji gritted his teeth and said that even now, the anger in his heart has not subsided. When the disciple called for help from his ancestor in the dark night, he could do nothing and watched him fall down. What kind of power is it to support a person whose heart has been lost, flying such a long distance and running here to call for his ancestor to save his life.
He calls himself his ancestor, that's right! In a sense, their martial arts are all from the Heart of Destruction, all of them are his disciples, directly or indirectly, but as an ancestor, they have done something for them.
The disciple's heart was dug up and supported here by his thoughts. His hope was all placed on his ancestor, whom he had never met, but he could...
Tu Guang Ye, is it really useful? Can you get back the lives of those thousands of disciples? Feng Yun Wuji's heart is full of self-blame. In the past, he may be weak, flinch and hesitate, but now, he won't.
No way! Feng Yun Wuji stood up, with his right hand in the shape of a fist and clenched tightly. He swore in his heart that he would never let a disciple be wronged in the future.
A person, he may be able to be able to escape with light skills, but now, no, he is already the master of thousands of Sword Pavilion soldiers, and another plane. Tens of thousands or more people fly up to rely on, the burden on his shoulders is too heavy, but he is no longer ready to shirk and retreat.
Fengyun Wuji's heart rose and down one after another, and a wave of invisible sword spirit filled the whole space, and the late injury had to retreat and avoid it.
Quietly, Chi Woe stood at the entrance of the corridor, looking at the master with his whole body bulging and swordsmanship. He couldn't understand what kind of determination the master had made, or how his heart had changed. But he clearly felt that the change of momentum on Fengyun Wuji's body, the momentum of looking down on the world, brave and fearless...
Gently, the injury retreated. He knew that at this time, what the master needed more was probably not the comfort from another person, but the silence of being alone.
On this day, Fengyun Wuji has been standing quietly on the smooth floor of the third floor, facing the earth in front of the Sword Pavilion. He was speechless. One day and one night, the stars turned around. The next morning, Feng Yun Wuji heard a slight moan in his ear, and the disciple finally woke up...
"It's hard to support a single tree!" Feng Yun Wuji thought about it all day and finally realized that he secretly made up his mind to bring together the swordsmen in the world, so that this sword domain will become the paradise of the swordsmen in the world...
In the first floor of the Sword Pavilion, the new soarer, the eldest disciple of Jianzong, Xiao Fei, the man who stood leaning against the tree and looked up at the sky finally woke up. His eyes were lax, and he said, "Save them... save them..."
Everyone who heard it was sad. When this disciple woke up, the first thing he was worried about was not himself, but his brothers.
"Wake up, Xiao Fei, this is no longer the wilderness. This is the Sword Pavilion." A swordsman shouted softly.
A light wind blew, and the wind and clouds had already appeared by the bedside.
"How's he doing!"
As soon as Xiao Fei saw Feng Yun Wuji, he seemed to think of that night, the blazing sword all over the sky, thinking of his legendary identity, the sword god.
"Master, go and save them, go and save them. They are being slaughtered, slaughtered... Master, go quickly!" Xiao Fei said quickly and quickly, and his face was full of anxiety.
Everyone turned their faces away, and no one dared to look at Xiao Fei's eyes.
"They... are all dead! ..." Finally, Feng Yun Wuji said this cruel sentence.
"Dead? ...Impossible, brother, brother, and lovely sister, and master... Impossible, impossible, they can't die, sword god master, you are good at martial arts, you can definitely save them, right? ...You must have lied to me, right?"
Fengyun Wuji was worried, but in the end, he shook his head with difficulty.
"Ah, Master! "..." Xiao Fei suddenly spewed out a mouthful of blood and lay down straight down...
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