Eternal Tianzong

Chapter 642 Starting today, the mountain will be closed for a hundred years!

Duanchou didn't know whether Zhou Muqing could survive the catastrophe in the future, and he wasn't interested. He was just wondering what the other party was here for, to cheer for the alliance?Or did you come here to rescue Ji Changfeng, Li Qiuling and the others?

"boom"

At this time, the two fairy swords in the void were also compared. After all, they were Xiantian Lingbao-level fairy swords. Although Tianlin was strong, it was still slightly inferior to the Lingwu Heavenly Burial Sword.

I saw thousands of swords and butterflies forming a circle, surrounding the sword in a flash, a magnificent and colorful edge, like a rainbow bridge, traversed the long sky, burst out in an instant, and chopped down the Tianlin with unparalleled power .

Above the sky, the cold front trembled, and a girl dressed in colorful clothes and carved with jade appeared, her expression was as indifferent as ice, and she snorted coldly at the Tianlin below, and immediately turned into a sword light, falling back to Zhou Muqing in the scabbard.

The wind stopped and the sword fell, and everything returned to calm. The vision in Zhou Muqing's eyes also disappeared. On the ground, the yellow sand collapsed, and the smoke and dust were noisy. A young man who was also carved with jade was lying on the sand. Jianmu, majesty and coldness are no longer, replaced by a hazy obsession.

That appearance, as if he was a young man who just knew the taste of love, lying on the ground self-servingly, "hehe" giggling, not paying attention to the strange eyes around him, where is the frustration and anger of defeat?
"Sect Master, I'm really sorry, I didn't think about it."

Zhou Muqing came back to his senses, a blush and embarrassment appeared on his face, but he immediately apologized to Duanchou, and was interrupted before he finished speaking.

"Little girl, this matter has nothing to do with you. What kind of master will have what kind of sword. It has nothing to do with you. The main reason is that this sword is too rogue! Fortunately, the Lingwu Heavenly Burial Sword is not an ordinary sword, and its strength is not weak. Otherwise, I don't know what unsightly things will happen!"

"But you have to be careful in the future. The sword hooligans are not scary, but I'm afraid that the master is not a good guy, and he will play hooligans with you. If this is the case, you may not be able to stop him, hehe."

The drunk Taoist shook the wine gourd in his hand, his eyes wandered between Duanchou and Tianlin, and he sighed.

When Zhou Muqing heard this, Yu Nen's icy face turned even more embarrassing, she didn't know what to say when faced with the teasing of the drunk Taoist, the "highly respected" senior from the immortal sect who had long admired her.

The group of disciples behind him all looked at each other in blank dismay. They had heard that the drunk Taoists of the Shu Mountain Sword School were obsessed with swords and drunk with alcohol.

"Tianlin! How long are you going to be ashamed, why don't you get out of here!!"

Everyone around looked at him with strange eyes that seemed to be smiling but not smiling, and his old face, which was rare even in Duanchou, blushed, and gave the drunk Taoist a hard look, then turned his head to see Tianlin still lying on the ground with a smirk, he was suddenly out of breath , couldn't help roaring.

"My lord!"

Tianlin woke up with a start, and seemed to know that he had made a joke. With a flash of sword light, he stood behind Duanchou in desperation, with his head bowed without saying a word.

"Tianlin is the immortal sword inherited by the headmasters of the Xuantian Sect in the past, and it is also the immortal sword of our sect's ancestor Tianlin Sword Master. It has a high status in the sect and is used to it, so it is a bit willful and frightened the fairy. Please forgive me. "

Duanchou looked at Zhou Muqing and said apologetically.

Hearing this, Zhou Muqing glanced at Tianlin in surprise. He also did not expect that this fairy sword, whose spirituality was not inferior to that of "Caiyi" senior, would have such a big background, so he couldn't help shaking his head, indicating that it was fine.

Seeing this, Duanchou smiled faintly, glanced at Pang Fei and Qi Zhonggui who came from a distance, and suddenly said: "I don't know why the fairy came this time? Could it be that she also wants to get back the vajra carving for Wu Yunzong?" No?"

After saying that, Duanchou raised the palm-sized, buzzing and shining pitch-black ancient carving.

The topic returned to Zhibao, and the atmosphere became heavy again. Lu Xiangsheng didn't say a word, but just stood aside and looked at Zhou Muqing quietly, raising his sword and flying banners. What's worse, he just gave an order.

The faces of Gu Jianmen and his party changed drastically, they all looked around vigilantly, what's more, they had already made sword marks, and jumped out of the crowd, firmly protecting Zhou Muqing behind him.

Everyone was staring at her, but now Zhou Muqing returned to her original calmness, unafraid in the face of danger, unafraid of chaos, just waved her hand to scatter all the fellow guards on the left and right, and then slowly approached with the Ling Wu Tian Burial Sword.

"Sovereign Duan, Mu Qing did not come here this time to aid in the battle, nor did he have any other intentions. He just wanted to take this opportunity to convey a message to General Lu and fellow comrades."

Zhou Muqing said, and shook his head apologetically at Duanchou.

"Oh? The fairy still has something to say to the general?"

Lu Xiangsheng was slightly taken aback, but he didn't expect Zhou Muqing to come here, not to stand up for his allies, but to have something to say, and it seemed that it had something to do with him.

As soon as this remark came out, the eyes of the four directions fell, and they were all surprised.

"My ancient sword gate will be closed for a hundred years from today, and within a hundred years, I will no longer participate in any disputes in southern Xinjiang and Ming Dynasty."

Zhou Muqing swiped the Lingwu Heavenly Burial Sword in his hand, and said calmly but without any hesitation.

Where the sound starts, there is a spirit dancing sky burial and the sword trembles. The sound of the sword is passionate and moving to the sky.

Zhou Muqing held the Lingwu Heavenly Burial Sword, and she said that, as a sword wielder, she could already fully represent the opinions of Gu Jianmen.

"what?"

Whether it's strong or weak, whether it's relevant or irrelevant, at this moment, I can hardly believe my ears.

I thought that what Zhou Muqing was going to say had something to do with the garrison of the vajra, but I never thought it would be such a thunderous news.

You know, the Ancient Sword Sect is not a small sect, but a genuine second-rank Taoist sect, a powerful sect with a master of the Tongtian Realm sitting in it. One of the top powers for a long time.

A hundred years is not a long time, but a Taoist giant like Gu Jianmen's every move is particularly eye-catching. The sudden decision to close the mountain without warning has caught everyone's surprise.

For no reason, how could this ancient sword sect, which is in full swing, suddenly decide to close the mountain to hide from the world? Could it be related to the other two sects?Or is it that the patriarch of the Heaven-reaching Realm in the door has fallen?
For a moment, everything was silent, and all kinds of thoughts and guesses rushed into their hearts. Everyone looked at Zhou Muqing in a daze, as if they had been collectively silenced, their eyes flickered with surprise.

(End of this chapter)