Wrecked Sword Striking the Heaven

There is no moon tonight, only a few stars are dimly bright

Xueguangzong, a place where Fu was angry, never thought about it. This unpleasant thing happened again!

Five years ago, Wei Chi Xian, Fu Lao's only disciple, was so angry that he killed shangxue Guangzong and never came back

Five years later, another trusted disciple of Fu, Wu Zifeng, faced the threat of sectarian alliance in Xueguang sect

In these two times, the same thing is that as their master, Fu Lao can't do anything! He can't kill the people of the blood light sect, nor can he destroy the cancer of the sect alliance, as if he was just a decoration, an illusory deterrent, a tepid jade, which always sends out only soft light.

Some things, Fu Lao has been unwilling to think and recall. But when he was old, only memories of the past hovered in his mind. What else was in his hand?

Standing still on a rock, he threw out dozens of pale gold notes. This symbol is the "heavenly symbol" of the Fuzong. It was used once when tracking down people who can draw colorful talismans. But this time, Fu Lao is selfish. In Fu Zong, personal affairs can never rise to the level of Fu Zong's interests. Unless that person is the patriarch, everything is blasphemy.

Although Zifeng showed the talent of "the heart of the spirit family" and "the body of all talismans", it was still far from enough. However, even if it is not enough, Fu Lao will be crazy about it and fight for Wu Zifeng.

When dozens of talisman messages were in the night, the surrounding area was calm again. In the calm, a long sigh sounded slowly, dignified and long

"Master, do you have something on your mind?" Zifeng came out from the courtyard not far away. He just passed by here and saw the figure in his sight. His eyes couldn't help being stained with a lonely color.

He hid his frustration in the night and didn't turn around. He let the night wind blow his face. Fu Lao's voice was very peaceful, "it's nothing. You don't have to think about it."

Is it just Zifeng? Zifeng knew what had happened on the land under his feet from other people long ago. The injury in Fu Lao's heart is his pain. From that moment on, those people of Xueguang sect, like the sect alliance, have been labeled by Zifeng, the label of death! No forgiveness!

What's more, when the sectarian alliance just happened, when a person will not be troubled by the things in front of him, there are generally only two situations. The first is that he is painless and indifferent to reality, and nothing can lift the waves in his heart. The other is that there is already greater pain in my heart. Compared with that, what is the matter that has not surfaced in front of me?

Fu Lao, standing in front of him, undoubtedly belongs to the second.

"One day, I will kill the man who framed my senior brother. Master, don't worry!" Even though the night is dark, Zifeng's eyes are shining like stars falling into the world!

Shaking his head, Fu suddenly turned around and said to Zi Fengyi, "listen, I've forgotten what happened that year. I don't allow you to investigate! You are not allowed to take revenge! Did you hear that? " The voice was extremely fierce and scolded Zifeng. This is also the first time that Fu Lao spoke to Zifeng in this tone.

Without flinching back, Zifeng looked at Fu Lao's eyes, "master, don't worry, I won't act rashly when my strength hasn't fully grown up, because my goal is not the people in those years, but the whole Xueguang sect!" The sound was loud, which stopped the raging wind in late autumn.

I don't know if others will laugh at Zifeng's overestimation if he is heard. A young man who was only in the later stage of King Wu, even said that he wanted to destroy the whole Xueguang sect. It was a fool's dream!

"You are confused!" At that time, a Wei Chi Xian had already broken old Fu's heart. If even Zifeng fell, what would he do?

Turning his back, Zifeng dared not face the little tears oozing from Fu Lao's eyes, "master, don't persuade me. It's useless!"

Yes, what can Fu Lao say in the face of this disciple falling from the sky? It is as like as two peas full of temper, full of sap and blood. Face life and death, never afraid of difficulties and dangers!

But behind the red crown's anger, even if his hands are covered with blood, he has been happy in his heart. What can he do if he roars up to the sky! In the end, it's not to let the people around live in grief!

"Alas" with a long sigh, Fu Lao turned around, "don't you force me to be a teacher again?"

The corners of his mouth rose slightly, "isn't Shifu also forcing his disciples? If you know that there is an enemy in front of you that has not ended, you still have to deceive yourself. Nothing happened, Zifeng couldn't do it! Not now, not even in the future! " When Zifeng decided to talk about these things, he had a clear concept in his heart. He was not Wei Chi Xian. Although Zifeng was younger, he had experienced so many things. The uncoordinated composure of the young man is beyond the reach of others.

After speaking this sentence, Zifeng went away. Looking at the resolute back, Fu always had a pain like a lump in his throat. It's true that there are thousands of things in the world. When there is only one disciple with excellent talent, you will sigh and rejoice, but what can happen later. Which gifted and detached disciple would be willing to curl up in a narrow space, no!

It's better to have only one ordinary disciple and spend the rest of his life quietly. Because no matter how crazy and magnificent the world is, one day it will be calm. Calm is the main tone of life.

Time passed by minute by minute. In the twinkling of an eye, it was gradually approaching midnight.

A moment later, a loud voice came from the top of the mountain: "let's invite the elders of major sects to attend this sectarian assembly." After saying it three times in a row, the sound of rolling over slowly disappeared.

At this moment, several figures came out of the small courtyard not far away, and a burst of broken air sounded in the night

No one knows why all previous sectarian conferences must be held in the evening. It feels like doing something invisible, but isn't it true?

Zifeng stayed quietly in the yard, waiting for the guess in his heart to be confirmed.

He knew that soon someone would inform him and let him go and state what happened in Xuantian. But I don't know. As soon as I waited, I waited for two hours!