Eternal Tianzong

Chapter 267: Where the Heart Goes, Where the Sword Edge Points!
After Duanchou left, after a while, Chu Chen, who was unconscious on the ground, woke up and stood up straight unsteadily. Just after he cleared his mind, his expression changed drastically. First, he touched his wife on the ground and saw that she was fine. , Hastily checked the storage bag again and found that there was nothing missing, so he breathed a sigh of relief and lamented today's luck.

After being knocked out, only one bundle of invitations was lost. It’s really a dog, shit luck, and hurriedly woke up his wife, and the two flew away in a hurry. As for Hanyan Island, they couldn’t even see it. Have a look.

If you think about it, you know that there must be something big going on there, if you still move forward, you would be foolish.

However, what puzzled the couple was, how could such a strong man know that brat Jiang Tao?

At this time, Duanchou had already held the Lingyu invitation card, entered the Cold Mist Island effortlessly, and stepped out towards the location of the Cold Mist City on the lonely cliff of the glacier.

The sky is so close, the ground shrinks to an inch, and this step is a hundred feet.

The sword light flickered, seemingly in no hurry, but in fact, he was in a trance, and no one could be seen.

Along the way, there was not even a single clearly visible footprint on the crystal white snow.

The fire in the heart, the breath in the chest, and the sword in the hand, the three are combined into one, awe-inspiring!
As the sword's momentum gradually rose, without knowing it, Duanchou sank into the Tianlin Sword Dao. Every time he took a step, countless sword shadows floated around his body, and the sound of tearing silk was like thousands of swords, tearing the vacuum.

Stepping away from the ground, the whole body is full of sword energy and leaks out. Often the moment the figure disappears, the sound of roaring is heard continuously.

The figure flashed past, invisible, only behind him, the sword energy was like a dragon soaring to the sky, and the momentum was huge.

Approaching the Hanyan city gate, such a movement naturally alarmed the welcome people of the He family, a man and a woman, two young people came forward to meet them.

"Senior, today is our young master's day of great joy, why not."

Although one could tell from the momentum that the visitor was not friendly, the man among the two still spoke politely, showing the demeanor of a big family.

However, before he even had time to express his attitude, his whole body's movements froze.

"Brother."

The other woman who was welcoming guests immediately realized something was wrong, just opened her mouth, and followed in the footsteps of her senior brother.

The two froze in place, like human sculptures, mountains, stones, bamboos and woods, Duanchou walked through with a calm gait.

Just at this moment, the breeze blows by, as if gently stroking with bare hands, as if something has been touched, a man and a woman groaned at the same time, and fierce aura leaked out from every inch of skin and every pore. The sword energy is like substance, and the cold light pierces through the bones.

Immediately, there was a bang.The blood rain splashed all over the sky, as if at that moment, countless sharp swords exploded from the body, shattering the two of them into countless pieces.

Every piece of flesh and blood just flew into the air, and there are countless pale golden rays of light shining inside, immeasurable sword energy erupted, and in an instant, two clouds of blood mist filled the surrounding fields, and there was nothing else besides that.

"who are you"

"come here"

"No!! I'm just a guest at the banquet"

"save"

"I'm a collateral branch of the Han family, you can't kill me"

The abnormal state of these two people immediately attracted the attention of the people at the gate of the city, and they all came to watch, just in time to see the scene where the two of them disappeared into the sky and the earth.

Immediately, expressions of astonishment appeared on everyone's faces. Many people shouted or exclaimed, or begged for help or begged for mercy, but no one could fully express what was in their mouths.

Recited like a sword, eyes swept across, everyone's movements were frozen almost at the same time, all kinds of strange postures, expressions of despair and horror, like sculptures one by one, standing still, allowing one person and one sword to pass through.

Thinking of the death of life, the sword falls to the gods and demons!
The direction of the heart, the concentration of the mind, is the point of the sword!
As a sword cultivator, Duanchou has his own pride. He doesn't wield his sword for trash. He only needs one thought and one movement, and he is the sword of death!
He kept walking, and the moment his back disappeared, countless clusters of sword energy erupted, and the blood mist and sword light became the only colors in the world.

The main house, the gate!
Looking at the vermilion lacquer gate in front of you, with a brass lion lock.

Duanchou stopped for the first time.

The huge hall was decorated with lanterns and festoons, and there was a lot of celebration.

The two men stood one by one and sat down. The one standing was a young man, wearing a scarlet wedding dress, with a jade tree facing the wind, and a dignified appearance. The one sitting at the front of the hall was an old man with fair hair and a childlike face, leaning on a dragon's head and walking stick.

Standing beside the old man was a middle-aged man in a golden robe. He was smiling and looking down at the young man who was offering tea to his elders. Beside him was a woman in a wedding dress, covered with red silk. The face was silent.

A cup of fragrant tea for each person, first the old man, and then the middle-aged man in the golden robe.

He took the teacup, took a sip, and then smiled, obviously very satisfied with the man and woman serving tea, especially the old man with white hair and beautiful face, the wrinkles on his face almost gathered into a flower .

However, he should be proud. The huge foundation of the He family can be said to have been built by him with one punch and one kick. Now he has made friends with Lei Baichuan and established a close alliance with Lei Lingshan. It is conceivable that there will be another in the future. develop.

"If I can use this to break through to the Realm of Returning to the Origin in one fell swoop, the He family will surely reach another level!"

He Yanming was thinking in his heart, glanced at the middle-aged man in golden clothes beside him, and secretly sighed: "I hope our children and grandchildren can be more uplifting, so that one day our He family will no longer have to look at the faces of the three great families."

He coughed and was about to say something when suddenly a commotion came from outside the hall.

"Ok?"

He Yanming frowned, suddenly stopped the faucet, and shouted: "What's going on?"

"Who is making noise?"

In this small world of Cold Mist Island, he was used to life and death, and with a loud shout, he had the awe-inspiring and inviolable majesty of a superior, and the hall fell silent like a cicada, no one dared to speak.

Outside, it was also quiet.

However, this quietness did not seem to be intimidated by the old man's voice, but rather like a duck being strangled by someone, it stopped abruptly.

Time, both inside and outside are quiet, an invisible pressure of depression spreads in all the world.

"how?"

"He Yanming, your grandson is going to marry my apprentice, and now I'm here as a master, don't you welcome me?"

Youyouran's voice came from outside, Duanchou walked over with a smile on his face, blood flowed like a river at his feet, scarlet and terrifying.

In the hall, the atmosphere froze in an instant and dropped to freezing point. The guests came and went with fear in their hearts, and looked at the purple-clothed Taoist in front of the door with a look of horror.

(End of this chapter)