Misery: my feet step out of the flames of war

In the depths of Longyuan, the text of the Confucian sect, a man from a foreign land is plotting with Chong Yuzhi, the leader of the Confucian sect and the Taoist sect, Yun Gu Daoyuan.

Ying Wuqian's voice sounded worried: "The demon swallowing the immovable city is like a thorn in the back. What good plan does the Black Emperor have?"

"Ying Wuqian, since you raised this matter, it seems that you have a clue to solve the case."

"Since the enemy is united, we must also strengthen the alliance to respond. Headmaster Chong just has a great gift that he wants to give to the Black Emperor."

The person in the foreign land is the Lord of the Netherworld. Ten thousand demons were shocked. Hearing Ying Wuqian's words, he seemed to be very interested: "What kind of gift is this?"

Chong Yuzhi said in a deep voice: "Devil Sword."

"As expected, the Magic Sword is in your hand! What do you want to exchange for this bargaining chip?"

"I hope the Black Emperor will get rid of those who are proud of Hongchen and Fudo City for me."

The Demon Sword is of great significance to Youdu. Although Wan Mo Jingzuo was angry at Chong Yuzhi for kidnapping people, he had to agree: "Tell me where the Demon Sword is, and the alliance will be established today."

Chong Yuzhi smiled and said: "A wise move, the person's whereabouts are here, this is the road map."

Immediately, the three of them made another thrilling calculation, and finally set the alliance's first goal: proudly laughing at Hongchen.

Tianji, one of the two deities of Taishang Mansion, came to see Ying Wuqian. Before he could enter the door, he was surprised to see the Black Emperor of Youdu walking out.

When the Black Emperor walked away, Tianji sneaked into Wenzai Longyuan, and happened to hear Chong Yuzhi and Ying Wuqian laughing wildly: "Su Huanzhen's gang members, we have to cut them off one by one!"

Tianji was extremely angry, but he was a prudent person. He thought that exposing the conspiracy at this moment would only put himself in crisis, so he quietly left and returned to the Taishang Mansion.

Taishang Mansion is a fairyland located in the clouds where you can fly around.

Jian Feidao silently looked at the white clouds in front of him. Since the Demon Sealing Rock was broken by Yixuan Miao, the last trace of things related to Liusu Wanqing has also been broken and gone.

"Wan Qing, if you let me live, I will live, but my heart has already passed away with you."

"Wan Qing, after you left this world, if that person hadn't woken me up from the dream of life and death, I should have been by your side at this time."

After Liusu Wanqing sacrificed himself to the Demon Sealing Rock, although Jian Feidao did not commit suicide, he got drunk all day long until one day, he fell drunk again in a wilderness.

Drunk, he had no ability to resist, and was severely wounded by the palms of Wan Da's men who were chasing him.

At the critical moment, a traveler suddenly arrived and rescued Jian Feidao.

After many days of treatment and many days of enlightenment, Jian Feidao finally came to his senses and returned to Taishang Mansion. From then on, he practiced while guarding the Demon Sealing Rock.

After looking back on the past for a long time, Jian Feidao murmured to Baiyun again:

"Wanqing, these eyes, the saintly gentleman said they came from the miraculous power of your hometown, and were a gift from God to the kingdom of revelation. Should I believe it?"

"Wan Qing, if I hand over these eyes, then there will really be no connection between you and me."

The sky was quiet, the clouds were still, and there was no sound from heaven and earth that responded to him.

The beauty is gone forever, and the white clouds are empty for thousands of years.

At this moment, Tianji disrupted Jian Feidao's thoughts: "Feidao, we were deceived."

"What did the Master say?"

"I went to Wenzai Longyuan to find Ying Wuqian, but I saw the Black Emperor coming out of it. It can be seen that the Black Emperor has long been conspired with Confucianism and Taoism, and peace is all a false illusion."

Suddenly, Jian Feidao's feet turned into ice, and a cold air spread thousands of miles, causing the white clouds around him to condense into freezing rain.

"I originally wanted to put things to rest, as long as the martial arts world can return to peace! Wan Qing, everyone in the world laughs at our naivety. For this truth, you sacrificed, and for this truth, I let go. If heaven can't even tolerate this truth, then I Just do justice for heaven!"

Amidst the snowflakes in the sky, Jian Feidao lifted up his Taoist robe and left decisively.

Tianji Shen was afraid that his disciple would be injured, so he hurriedly followed him.

Jian Feidao came to Wenzai Longyuan angrily, while Ying Wuqian and Chong Yuzhi were still discussing the next plan of action.

When the two were proud, the temperature dropped suddenly, and fairy dust spread all over Wenzai Longyuan.

"Why is it snowing suddenly?"

"No, it's murderous!"

"When I came to enlightenment, I saw Jiang Haigu, Cangya walked all over Ye Xuanmen; I asked Dao about the world, one flute, one sword, one Kunlun."

The visitor was wearing white clothes and a Taoist crown, and was as cold as snow.

Ying Wuqian exclaimed: "How could it be you? The sword is not the way!"

Jian Fei Dao, who had always been gentle, was rarely so angry. His shoulders moved slightly, and a Tao sword as thin as ice was inserted in front of their eyes, and thousands of frost and snow fairy dust floated out.

"There is no blame for past mistakes, but present sins are unforgivable! We should obey the decree of jade without mercy. Before forgetting the Taoist lamp, I will see your filthy figures clearly and go to the underworld to repent for the sins of this life."

Ying Wuqian snorted coldly: "Have you ever seen the real flowers in the mirror and the moon in the water?"

Before he could finish his words, Xuan Danfeng Yuli Yunqian had already fallen into his hands and held up a round of moonlight.

Chong Yuzhi immediately followed up: "The sword is not Tao, you will not be lucky enough to come back from the dead this time." The enemy met again in another life, and the Tao sword showed no mercy. In the violent flying snow, the sword edge broke through the darkness, and the Tao Qi was clear. Turbid current.

"The cold light moves the smoke and snow!"

The light on Dao Jian Xiang Wang suddenly lit up, like the light on a snowy night, vowing to kill the traitor.

Chong Yuchong and Ying Wuqian looked at each other and already understood the current situation. They stepped forward side by side and used the same trick:
"Qing Ji Yunshuang!"

"Jiuyuan decrees!"

The sharpness of the sword and the power of the palm show the power of Confucianism and Taoism, but it is difficult to shake the angry opponent.

"Jiang Tianxue is confused!"

Seeing the Taoist sword coming forcefully again, Ying Wuqian raised his sword to fight back, transforming one person into three.

Xuan Ying's three-pointed sword seemed like an illusion and seemed real, but in the end he was defeated by fellow practitioner Wan Sakai No. 1. The sword was not a clone of Dao Bing Ning, and the sword came to the main body, instantly breaking Xuan Shanfeng's sword technique.

Immediately, Jian Feidao concentrated his energy and reappeared the small chaotic energy.

"The last move is to catch Hanjiang Snow alone!"

"No matter how crazy you are, it won't be too late if you can break this trick. The Tao Fire will be refined a hundred times!"

Chong Yuzhi yelled angrily and used the move of Convergence of the Four Religions. Ying Wuqian understood the idea and used the Convergence Style to praise his merits: "Confucianism is turbulent!"

The two-pole bonus of Confucianism and Taoism combines unprecedented moves, and the pure and holy energy spreads throughout the world.

Jian Feidao saw this and was furious: "You are not worthy of using such a righteous move. Shuang Xue Ning's sword breaks the sky!"

The sword's intention is like a thunderous wave, and the frost is cold in the long river.

The extreme moves followed each other, Wenzai Longyuan was like being run over by a strong wind, and collapsed with a roar. In the ruins, blood was stained with frost, and Ying Wuqian was injured and retreated.

Although he felt that something was not going well, Ying Wuqian still fought hard and fought to the death.

Unexpectedly, when Chong Yuzhi and Ying Wuqian were walking side by side, the two of them attacked each other at the same time. Before Chong Yuzhi could hit Ying Wuqian with his sharp palm, Ying Wuqian's mysterious sword had already pierced Chong Yuzhi's chest. .

The situation changed, making Jian Feidao stop in shock. Suddenly, several more sharp arrows flew from the sky, shooting at Jian Feidao and Ying Wuqian quickly.

Chong Yuzhi took the opportunity to escape.

Ying Wuqian said harshly: "Let him run away."

"Changing sides in the face of battle is your usual tactic!"

"Swordsmanship is not the way. Chong Yuzhi is the mastermind of all events. I was deceived by him into doing wrong things. I am willing to confess my sins to the world."

"Ok?"

"The assassination of Lord Wan Xi and the miscarriage of peace were all secretly planned by him. His purpose was to become Lord Wan Xi."

Jian Feidao asked angrily: "When Wan Qing was captured by you, I told Chong Yuzhi that as long as Wan Qing is released, peace will be restored between the two realms. Do you know this?"

"What? Chong Yuzhi has never told our other heads that even the matter of imprisoning the emperor's daughter was done privately by him and the famous bow master."

Ying Wuqian knelt down on one knee and burst into tears: "I regret not stopping him. I'm sorry for all the comrades who were killed!"

Jian Feidao sighed and took back his sword: "If you really repent and return to the right path, it will be a blessing for Confucianism. But are you really not involved in all the crimes committed by Chong Yuzhi? And your conspiracy with the Black Emperor is really innocent. Do people know? Is it too late to regret it now?"

Ying Wuqian broke into cold sweat and said softly: "It's not too late, it's not too late, as long as..."

Suddenly, Ying Wuqian's single front exploded, sneaking up on Jian Feidao.

Jian Feidao had already expected it, Zhifeng struck out first, and hit Wuqian's Adam's apple, blood immediately surged out like a spring, and his soul was cut off from the dragon's abyss.

A generation of Confucian leaders fell alone in the white snow, leaving only his last words: "I will not accept death!"

At this moment in Jiangshan Tower, Hongchenxue suddenly felt heartache unbearable.

"My heart hurts so much. What is going on?"

Suddenly, a cold and spotless Confucian walked into Jiangshan Tower.

"Speak Jiuchen, wave your sleeves and the wind and clouds are exhausted, the mountains and rivers are sinking, follow Yixing, hold your hands and the universe will be fixed, the pale yellow is light."

"Who is Your Excellency?"

"My name is Mo Qingchi, and I am here to discuss swords with you."

Hongchenxue's heartache slowly passed, and she looked at the Confucian scholar in front of her warily: "Why are you talking about swords with me? Hongchenxue only appreciates music, chess, calligraphy and painting, do I seem to be a person who knows swordsmanship?"

"If you don't understand swords, Ying Wuqian's talk about the outstanding Luo Shen in the sword is a false compliment."

"Ying Wuqian, it's him!" (End of Chapter)