Chapter 87 Armpits Become Elbow

Chapter 87

A black carriage drove on the official road for a long time, passing through many fertile fields. When it approached a high mountain shrouded in clouds and fog, the carriage stopped.

"The old man has arrived. If you go further, those places are all places that we little people dare not approach. If you are small, we can only send you here." The groom rolled up the whip and turned back to the car.

Well, Fengyun Wuji answered, and then walked out of the carriage, followed by the nervous Helian Nanshan.

"Senior, are you really sure you are going to the Twilight Purple Sword School? One of the three largest six factions in the world? Shen Tu Mojun still asked with the last line of hope.

Feng Yun Wuji did not answer. He shook his long sleeves and walked along the path in the mountain to the mountain shrouded in clouds and fog. He looked up, but in the clouds and fog, a red courtyard wall loomed.

Shen Tu Mojun hesitated for a moment, turned around and stared at the groom fiercely: "I went to the mountain to enjoy the mountain scenery, and soon came back. If you dare to leave without authorization, I will kill your whole family. Do you understand?"

When the groom heard this, the blood on his face faded in an instant, and he turned pale and nodded in a hurry.

Shen Tu Mojun turned his head with a smile and followed Feng Yun Wuji. The depression in his heart suddenly leaked at this moment, and he was extremely refreshed.

The two walked along the mountain road. After a moment, the red courtyard wall hidden in the clouds finally looked. In front of the red courtyard wall, there was a black rock wall with three rough characters engraved on the rock wall: Xie Jianchi.

When Xie Jianchi entered again, he looked up and saw a huge plaque with dragons flying and phoenixes writing the words of the Twilight Purple Sword School. The font was strong and powerful, and the handwriting was faintly domineering, which was quite imposing.

When the two disciples in white robes and tied a three-foot-long sword at the door saw two people coming, they shouted from afar, "This is the mountain gate of the Purple Sword School. If you have weapons on your body, please take down the weapons and put them in the sword pool."

Fengyun Wuji still came forward slowly, stood not far in front of the two disciples, and asked, "Did you send the leader Leng Ruoshuang?"

Two disciples of the Twilight Purple Sword School flashed a touch of forgiveness in their eyes, and a disciple subconsciously blurted out, "How do you know? ...The head of Taishang just arrived yesterday, and today he is with the leader. We are also lucky to know such a secret matter. Could it be that the predecessor came from above like the head of Taishang?

The disciple next to him changed his face and gently pulled him. The disciple who had spoken before immediately closed his mouth.

A trace of admiration flashed through Fengyun Wuji's eyes. This low-generation disciple who guarded the door was very flexible and talented. With this intention, Fengyun Wuji cultivated this disciple greatly in the future.

"Go and inform you that you are too superior."

The two disciples nodded, and the previous disciple ran inside with an excited face. Feng Yun Wuji stood outside the door. With his generation, he would not break in without authorization. He heard a boiling noise in his ear, and then Leng Ruoshuang's familiar voice came from the courtyard. The voice was boiling, but he couldn't hear what he was saying for a moment, but he was obviously very excited.

Fengyun Wuji smiled at the corners of his mouth. He knew that as long as he found Leng Ruoshuang, this action would be very easy. With the help of the status of the Twilight Purple Sword School, he informed his identity, and then ordered the world's martial arts with his own generation. At that time, everyone will fly up together,

Shen Tu Tianxia has always been uneasy around Fengyun Wuji, for fear that a large group of the old and immortals of the Muzi Sword School would rush out, but his face did not show this, and he looked very calm. It was not until the low-generation disciples of the Twilight Purple Sword School called out the head of the Taishang that Shen Tutian's heart moved and looked at Fengyun Wuji with a rather strange look.

Ah!

Suddenly, there was a scream from the wall of the Red Courtyard, followed by a cold and frosty shout: "Xiang Jue, you! ...Dare! ..." Then came the sound of gold and iron.

Fengyun Wuji and Shen Tu Tianxia's faces changed, and Qiqi looked at the courtyard of the Muzi Sword School.

"It's like frost!" Feng Yun Wuji's face was cold, and his body shook and rushed to the mountain gate of the Twilight Purple Sword.

"No! ..." The gatekeeper was in a hurry and stretched out his hands. Fengyun Wuji raised his right palm, and the disciple flew out like a broken kite.

Inside the gate, thousands of disciples were practicing swords, and some people also looked at the village blankly. Obviously, they did not know what had happened.

"Xiang Jue, how dare you bully your master and destroy your ancestors! ...Puff! ...Master! ..." The sound of gold and iron in the courtyard became more violent.

"Everyone listens, this man actually dares to pretend to be the head of Taishang. His intention can't be said to be unpredictable. The disciples of the Muzi Sword School obeyed the order and surrounded the people outside the courtyard, and don't let him get away, otherwise you are the only one to ask!" The voice of an old man came from the courtyard.

The disciple who was practicing the sword also stopped the sword at this moment, and thousands of people looked at the wind and clouds together.

choked! Thousands of long swords pointed to Fengyun Wuji.

"Master, come on...save...me"

Obviously, Leng Ruoshuang's situation has reached a very critical moment. Although Fengyun Wuji does not understand what will happen to Leng Ruoshuang in the Twilight Purple Sword School, he is also anxious.

With a cold snort, all the disciples in the courtyard trembled and couldn't help shaking back a few steps. Feng Yun Wuji tiptoed on the ground and did not go to the inner courtyard. Several sword lights burst out from below, but they all fell behind.

Along the way, countless disciples of the Twilight Purple Sword School pushed and intercepted one after another, and their strength became stronger and stronger, but they could not stop the wind and clouds at all. Along the way, countless masters of the Twilight Purple Sword School were knocked away like sandbags.

As soon as he entered the inner courtyard, the first thing Fengyun Wuji saw was that thousands of martial artists in the soaring realm were hovering in the air, flying up and down, attacking Leng Ruoshuang. If it hadn't been Leng Ruoshuang had fallen down after tens of thousands of years of years of blessing. Generally speaking, after the rise of Leng Ruoshuang, although these warriors have reached the realm of soaring, they can't be compared with ancient humans at all, so they can't pose a threat to Leng Ruoshuang. However, the fact is that Leng Ruoshuang's chest was pierced by a long sword. The And looking at the smooth flow of the long sword, it looks like a sword.

Leng Ruoshuang's face is blue, and his body is shaking. It seems that he will fall down at any time. He has been injured in many places. Fortunately, his ability is far beyond these soaring people, so he can survive until now.

Opposite him, an old man with a vicious face and a gold medal in his hand. When Fengyun Wuji came in, he only heard him shout coldly, "No need, the head's token is here. Do you dare to disobey the order and take action quickly! If there is any violation, the door rules will be dealt with!"

Before Fengyun Wuji broke in, a junior disciple who threw in had already woke up the people in the courtyard. The head named Xiang Jue looked even more furious and shouted at the thousands of old people sitting in a plate, "Why don't you stop him!"

All of them were helpless. Seeing that Xiang Jue had thrown out a gold medal, they all shouted loudly and plucked their swords out of the sheath. Thousands of swords with cold swords from all directions to the air from all directions. On the other side, thousands of people's siege of Leng Ruoshuang also accelerated...