Supreme Emperor of Swords - Chapter 582

[Chapter 582 Return to Ask Sword Sect]

I remember the first time I saw Li Jianyi, I was still a small named disciple at the time, the back figure in Tsing Yi, who did not eat the fireworks of the world, had no domineering momentum, nor was he arrogant, with a smile on his face all the time. Like a long-lost old friend, this strong man who ranks among the masters of Martial Arts in Selangor, is gentle and elegant, modest as jade, elegant and admirable.

Later, on the road to his own rise, this peaceful leader can almost be said to be fully supportive.

It was he who defied all opinions and placed himself before the blood disciples, as the chief training of the sect.

Li Jianyi, who holds one of the most powerful forces in Xuezhou, never seemed to think about himself. He devoted almost all of his life and all his energy to Wen Jianzong. His greatest wish in his life was to make Wen Jian Zong Ying has become the largest force in Selangor and has been passed down for thousands of years.

He died before he left the apprenticeship, and the hero was full of tears.

Also, he is the father of Ding Hao’s best friend Li Lan…

The first time I saw the scene of abandoning the blue shirt is still vivid to this day. If it wasn’t for this sect senior who has been secretly helping and supporting him, I’m afraid that in the wild forest, he would have been beaten by Mu Tian. Raising is like pinching a bedbug to death, where did the three-year contract come from, and where did today’s “Knife Crazy Sword Crazy” come from?

The teacher has not reported the favor, but the parent has already resigned!

But now… alas!

Thinking of this, the killing intent and hatred in Ding Hao’s heart couldn’t stop boiling. Li Lan was caught in the eleventh section of the ancient road of Journey to the West, and his life and death are still uncertain, and his father died in battle for the sake of the sect. This is unfair. Fate, why does it fall on Wen Jianzong?

Zhao Xingcheng and others, almost in tears, restored the bloody battle of the past.

“What? Brother Tang is rebellious. How is this possible?” Ding Hao was stunned.

“In the beginning, we didn’t believe it either, but…” Li Yunqi gritted his teeth and explained the story of Tang Fo’s tears that he abandoned the blue shirt and forced Li Jianyi to kill countless loyal disciples and elders of the sect. Once again, he said: “These things are what I and all the brothers and sisters have seen with our own eyes, and there is absolutely no possibility that it is half false. We are willing to swear by our own lives and souls!”

Ding Hao was silent for a while.

This news hit him no less than the death of Li Jianyi and Qi Qingshan.

The No. 2 figure in the Swordsman Sect, who has always been unselfish and in charge of the criminal law of the Swordsman Sect, has been conscientiously assisting the head, set up a discord, eradicated the nails in the sect in one fell swoop, and reversed the decline of Swordsman Sect. Tang Folei, who regarded himself as a relative and teacher, actually chose to fight back at such a time?

Just a shame.

Why is this happening?

Ding Hao clenched his fists tightly and said, “So, the demon clan did not attack the mountain with all their strength? Was it the “Sage Immortal Phoenix” who suddenly issued a decree and evacuated the army of the demon clan? There was a Jianzhou super sect involved. To the capture of the mountain gate?”

“Yes” Li Yunqi nodded and said, “It’s the “Splitting Heaven Sword Sect” in Jianzhou. Four peak martial kings appeared and destroyed the defense formation of the mountain gate, which led to our final defeat. Later, another martial artist came. The elder of the “Split Heaven Sword Sect” in the imperial realm was harsh and ruthless. He used iron and blood to suppress some other resistance forces. Today, there are tens of thousands of disciples in the sect, and only about 8,000 are left. They are forcibly sent to the Houshan garbage area. In the mines of mine, Xuanjing ore is mined day and night!”

“Sky Splitting Sword Sect!”

Ding Hao nodded, clenching his teeth tightly.

In the “Battle of the Hundred Saints”, the “Splintered Heaven Sword Sect” arrested Ximen Qianxue and formed a deadly feud with him. He killed Ning Huxiao by himself. So crazy, it seems that this is destined by God, there is you but not me!

It’s just why the change occurred in the garbage area in the back mountain, what is the relationship between the purple dragon energy pillar, and the endless black spar mine, and the mysterious cave under the cliff?

Ding Hao controlled the killing intent and anger that was boiling like a volcano in his body and carefully considered it.

There are many things in front of him now, such as finding Li Yiruo, Ximen Qianxue and others, trying to find out the whereabouts of Li Lan, such as finding the whereabouts of other disciples of the Sword Sect who entered the “Hundred Saints Battlefield”…

But none of this can be accomplished in a short period of time.

He must rush to the Wenjian Mountains as soon as possible.

For every minute and second of delay, I don’t know how many disciples of the Sword Sect died in their toil.

“Xiaoyao, your current strength is also one of the strong in Selangor, you stay here, lead everyone to repair, and then collect information to inquire about the whereabouts of Li Lan, Yi Ruo and other brothers, Mengmeng and Yingqi. Stay here too, I wish you a helping hand.” Ding Hao patted the little fat man on the shoulder and said, “If something happens, ask Yingqi for more advice, don’t be impulsive.”

Ren Xiaoyao nodded with red eyes.

Ding Hao smiled again and said to Ji Yingqi: “It seems that I have to trouble you, little Wen Sheng, for the matter on my side.”

“Brother Ding, you’ve seen someone…” Ji Yingqi couldn’t help but stretch out her hand, shook Ding Hao’s palm, and said in a low voice, “Brother Ding, don’t be too sad.”

Ding Hao nodded.

The next moment-

“Xieyue, go to the Sword Mountain Range with me.”

Ding Hao turned into a streamer and rose into the sky, carrying the fat cat Xie Yue, like a golden rainbow, and disappeared in a blink of an eye, but the terrifying aura that was like a god lingered for a long time, leaving a trail in the sky. Golden traces like cracks.

At this moment, everyone could only look up.

Ask the Sword Mountains.

The time is already early spring.

Because the winter in Selangor is extraordinarily long, layers of white snow can still be seen faintly on the peaks at this time. Breaking the cold blockade of a winter, he showed his head slightly and looked at the world curiously.

We can still vaguely see wet corpses, exposed in the half-melted snow and ice.

These are the dead warriors when they attacked the Sword Sect, and there were people on both sides. They were buried in the ice and snow, and only gradually revealed when the ice and snow melted.

Large groups of crows and vultures hovered in the sky, landing on the dry trees, as if black leaves had grown.

Looking up from the Sword Washing Pond, a shocking trace of the battlefield is still there.

The collapsed mountain peaks and stone buildings, the damaged stone steps, and the ground cracks and collapses that were blasted out by the great supernatural powers with tyrannical force, the ruined scenes left after the explosion of the inscription array, let this once beautiful martial arts. The spiritual land has become like a ruin.

Ding Hao appeared in such a dilapidated foothills.

Look up at this familiar and unfamiliar mountain range, and look up at the blue sky.

As if faintly, you can still see the smiling faces that have passed away.

Step by step, he walked up the dilapidated mountain road.

A strange mist permeated the whole body, and when he stepped out with a single step, his figure was a flicker, and he instantly crossed hundreds of meters.

It has only been three years, and it has been more than a thousand days and nights since the first morning after crossing the sword, sitting by the sword washing pool and practicing swords in search of vitality, but it seems like it was yesterday, and the green is like a gem. The Sword Washing Pond is still embedded in the mountains, shining with charming brilliance.

Scenes from the past flickered in front of his eyes. The closer he got to the mountain gate, the more fearful Ding Hao felt in his heart.

He certainly wasn’t the enemy on the Mount of Fear.

But when I think of stepping into the mountain gate this time, I will never see Li Jianyi again, never see Abandoned Qingshan, and never see many friends and teachers whom I used to be very familiar with. This feeling is simply heart-piercing. The pain of a split lung.

Ding Hao had an illusion, as if he didn’t have to face such a cruel reality if he didn’t come back.

Before he knew it, he had already arrived before the mountain gate.

“Stop, who? Dare to break into the Sword Sect?”

A loud shout came from the side, but it was a young warrior dressed in Qingping Academy clothes.

As one of the disciples temporarily dispatched to guard the mountain gate, Du Haitao immediately discovered this young man in green clothes who looked a little lost.

This young man doesn’t seem to be a disciple of Qingping College or other Zhanshan Sect, but he appeared very strange. There was no one in front of him in the first moment, and suddenly there was such a figure in front of him in the next moment, which made Du Haitao feel in his heart. Surprised, but he didn’t think much about it, he made a color towards his companion and immediately stopped him.

Du Haitao reached out and grabbed it, trying to stop the boy.

Who knew that at the moment when the palm of his hand was about to rest on the boy’s shoulder, there was a flower in front of his eyes, and the youth in green clothes disappeared like a ghost in an instant.

“Huh? What’s going on? Am I blinded?” Du Haitao was shocked.

“No, what he was wearing just now seems to be the clothes of the disciples of the Sword Sect.” Another disciple from Qingping Academy said thoughtfully.

“Wouldn’t it be asking the sword sect powerhouse to return to the mountain?” Another disciple said solemnly.

Du Haitao was startled, and was about to sound the alarm for the first time to report to the master above…

At this moment, he saw an unforgettable scene in his life——

The five or six living companions around them suddenly froze in place, and then their heads rose into the sky without warning, as if they were cut off by an invisible sharp blade, and streams of blood emerged from their necks, and then he I saw a very strange scene again-

A very familiar figure stood there, but the head disappeared.

“This is… No, this is my body, but how can I see my back…”

At the moment when the last thought came up, he suddenly understood something, and infinite fear rose in his heart, and the horror drowned him like a tide. …

That green-clothed boy…

Pfft!

Five or six people fell to the ground together, and the bodies were separated.

The bustling first, second and third staircase area in the past is now desolate.

There was an air of death in the air.

On the side of the road, you can also see the scrawny dead bodies of the disciples of the Swordsman Sect, and the wild dogs who don’t know where they came from are gnawing at them. Fortunately, the air is still very cold, so there is no large-scale corruption…

The shadows are lonely.

Three young figures suddenly appeared in the distance.