Breaking through Thunderbolt with martial arts

Chapter 411 Qingfeng Pen Crane · Department of Snow Clothes

A stroke of spring and autumn.

Executive assistant Zuo Qiumo took back the three corpses in court.

The whole stroke of spring and autumn is nothing but grief.

Just now.

The bewitched Jian Dian came looking for breath, and a stroke of spring and autumn was in danger of extinction.

"Confucianism, not one stays."

Jian Dian had a ferocious face, his eyes were full of evil, and his hoarse voice was full of murderous intent, "This is the first one, perish!"

The terrifying and evil power swept across the entire Spring and Autumn Period. Suddenly, the gate of the mountain was in turmoil, the rockeries and pavilions were all shattered, and the ground was cracked and overturned.

Zuo Qiumo was terrified immediately, as if he had no power to resist.

Seeing that the disaster of destroying the family is close at hand.

At this moment, a cry of a crane came from outside the sky, and then a burst of extreme sword energy descended from the sky, blocking Jian Dian's ultimate move of destruction.

"Crane dreams of Yangzhou, thank you for drinking and clear flow, haze does not tie a boat. How can you envy Penglai tour in the world? Benyi pen, release Cangzhou, and enjoy the romance."

Cranes flew by, and a figure of a jade tree facing the wind and a fairy figure descended from the sky accompanied by the Qinglang Poem.

The visitor was wearing a yellow and white gown, with a yellow-backed white velvet shawl on his shoulders, a tall golden crown on his head, and a golden sheathed sword on his back. His figure was extraordinary.

"It's Senior Bihe." Zuo Qiumo shouted excitedly, but a strange look appeared in his eyes, because when Bihe returned, he would have a chance to complete his mission.

"People of Confucianism will die!"

Jian Dian screamed wildly, and pointed to the sky, thousands of evil sword souls poured down from the sky.

"The strong man draws his sword to surprise Huai Su!"

Tie the snow clothes and hold it high, the withered pine crane bone on the back suddenly unsheathed, then flew across the sky, fell into the palm, and then chopped down with a sword, shocking the world.

Qingfeng Bihe·Xueyi was recognized as a rising star in the Spring and Autumn Period at that time, with outstanding talents, known as "Bacai Confucian Crane".

At that time, he dismissed the head of the Western Confucianism for some reason and left to compete for the title, and left a fortune to travel far away in the world.

At the same time, his adoptive father is one of the three sword tribes who are as famous as the Five Watches Moon and Gusu Returning the Sword Zongchang Ri Kunzhen can be said to have a profound origin.

Xi Xueyi was also greatly affected at the beginning, and most of his martial arts skills came from his love. Later, he won a fortune, and his talent and cultivation were top-notch.

Otherwise, it would not be the most powerful competitor for the head of the Western Confucianism.

Of course, compared to Master Ming's kendo attainments and cultivation foundation, the snow suit is far inferior, but it is not without the power to fight back.

In addition to a stroke of spring and autumn for a moment, the sword energy is vertical and horizontal, and the situation is changing.

Sword to sword intersected, shooting out the most intense sparks.

"Clear moon and blue color·Thousand peaks sword shadow!"

Thousands of sword souls shot out, either righteous or evil, yin or fierce, and now they are even more tainted with strange and evil aura, even wearing snow clothes, their eyes are dignified, and they dare not be careless.

"Such consumption is not good for me, it seems that this is the only way to go."

After a long time, Xi Xueyi's gaze was fixed, and then he stepped on his foot, his figure was ethereal, shuttled among the swords, "Heaven does not leave the Lanting Pavilion."

One sword shines brightly, passing ten thousand swords in an instant, and the sharp edge is directed at the top of the sword.

clang!
But seeing Jian Dian pointing at the same pinch, the famous sword stopped, and at the same time, Jian Dian grinned at the corner of his mouth, "Die!"

A ruthless palm hit Xi Xueyi's chest in an instant, but Xi Xueyi seemed to have expected it, his figure was erratic, and only an afterimage remained in place, and the person had already flown away like a feather.

The Xueyi who had just appeared on the stage, although he encountered a strong enemy, he would not break the rules in the first battle.

But at this time, Mo Qingchi and Sui Wudu, who had been chasing all the way, finally arrived, and two bursts of sword energy came successively, trying to stop Jiandian from moving.

Although Jiandian is controlled by evil spirits, he is not completely irrational. He understands that there is nothing to be done, and he snorts coldly. The violent sword energy hits all directions, and the person disappears in a flash, leaving only an indifferent killing voice echoing in place, "You can't stop it!" .”

"It's Shengsi and Wuyuan."

Zuo Qiumo, who was behind Xi Xueyi, rushed to greet them, and at the same time introduced to both parties, "Thank you for your help, this is my senior, Qingfeng Bihe Xueyi."

"I have heard the name of Bacai Confucian Crane for a long time, but it is really extraordinary to see it today."

Mo Qingchi gave Confucian etiquette and praised him.

"Xue Yi, the name of the Saint Division, is also thunderous, but, Junior Brother Zuoqiu, what happened here?"

Xi Xueyi also returned the gift, then looked at Zuo Qiumo and asked in doubt.

Soon, Zuo Qiumo told the story of the head's death with a look of grief.

Hearing the sad news, Xi Xueyi also froze, with a look of grief on his face, as if recalling the past years, although Ting Santie was a senior, but the two had a very happy conversation. It was the difference between life and death.

After a long time, Xi Xueyi reluctantly said: "Student, take me to pay homage to the head."

On the other side, Mo Qingchi and Sui Wudu also continued to follow the trail of Jianru. Halfway through the journey, Mo Qingchi suddenly slowed down and said, "Wudu, I know you are also worried about your mother's safety, why don't you go back to the Confucian school first?" Let's explore."

"This..." Sui was stunned for no reason, then shook his head after a while, and said firmly: "Mother has an older brother to take care of her, so she should be safe, but now the swordsman is driving into evil, and the six relatives don't recognize it. If you are alone, I may not be able to catch you. I can't put you in danger alone."

"Okay." After hearing this, Mo Qingchi could only agree, and then looked into the distance, "I don't know how Xuan Miao's retreat is going? Maybe it's time to find an opportunity to go to the Sword Sealing Pagoda."

……

At this time, at the place where Xi Duanhong's mother and son lived in seclusion.

Yuan Wuji, Yun Wanggui and Jing Tianhuai arrived with the sword that Yuan Wuji had stunned.

On the Defeng Ancient Road, only Yu Yujunheng and Gu Shouyuli left the scriptures.

At this time, it was also when Yu Lijing was weakest.

A ghost figure sneaked into Yulijing's room at some point.

Looking at Yulijing who was sleeping on the bed, Master Guiqi showed a touch of excitement in his eyes, and at the same time murmured, "My son—grew up."

And just after Yuan Wuji and others approached Xi Duanhong's room, they heard a crisp sound.

As the door opened, a figure was seen hanging from the beam.

boom!
A sword qi shot out without hesitation, and the white silk was torn apart, Yuan Wuji already jumped up and caught the delirious Xi Duanhong.

"What happened here? Why is Mrs. Xi like this?"

Yuan Wuji's question was also something that Yun Wanggui and others were puzzled by.

Following Yuan Wuji's input of true energy, Xi Duanhong awoke faintly after a while, and as soon as he opened his eyes, he saw the demon who insulted him and ruined his reputation.

"demon!"

Xi Duanhong let out a mournful cry, and slammed out a palm, Yuan Wuji's whole body surged with vigor, and he directly dispelled the palm, "Madam Xi, why are you so angry?"

"You devil, I must..."

Xi Duanhong clenched his fists tightly, with hatred and anger in his eyes.

At this time, Jian Zhiji also woke up again, and was about to go crazy after seeing Yuan Wuji.

The scene was in chaos.

Everyone was at a loss, not knowing why Xi Duanhong drew his saber at his former benefactor.

In the midst of the chaos, suddenly, a majestic voice came from outside the sky.

(End of this chapter)