Yan Zhengming clenched his teeth tightly, and his cheeks stretched out a sharp arc. After a while, he closed his eyes fiercely, and the two faint undulating dark reds in his eyes finally began to fade away.

Yan Zhengming sighed and whispered as if exhausted: "Come here, let me see."

Cheng Qian stood up casually and walked to the edge of the Qiankun trapped dragon lock.

With his hands on his back, he stood condescendingly on the Suixiantai and glanced at the monks of various sizes around him. Suddenly, he raised his eyebrows, revealing the invincibility that he had not hung on his face for a long time, and said with a smile: "It's just a small The lawsuit, the conversation is over, why are you running here?"

Yan Zhengming stared at his pale and pretending face, the inner demons in the inner palace calmed down a little, and as soon as he regained his senses, he suddenly started to get angry.

Yan Zhengming gave Cheng Qian a fierce look, gave him a "you wait for me" look, turned around, and gently knocked the new three-foot saber in his hand to the ground, saying: " Whoever he owes money, I will pay, whoever kills, I will pay for his life - now whoever comes to collect the debt, come and share with me."

Even though he was a rare sword cultivator, his blustering rhetoric in the public eye still stunned everyone.

After a long while, Zhuang Nanxi, who was a little unable to find the north, came back to his senses and said first, "This... this senior is..."

Yan Zhengming said: "My surname is Yan, the forty-eighth generation head of the Fuyao faction."

Cheng Qian didn't expect him to say it so bluntly in public, and was taken aback: "Senior brother!"

Yan Zhengming turned his back to him and waved his hand, this day will come sooner or later, can the Fuyao faction still hide for a lifetime?

As soon as he said these words, the expressions of most of the cultivators present were dazed, but Bian Xu, Yang Decheng, the unknown elder of the White Tiger Villa and the others showed expressions of surprise.

The elder of White Tiger Villa asked, "Then your master is..."

"My teacher, Han Muchun, and my ancestor, Tongru... seem to have a lot of ties to the Four Sages." Yan Zhengming paused, then said, "The elders are gone, and I'm not very talented at bringing the sect to mere hands. , I have practiced for more than a hundred years, but I haven't learned anything, and I have always been ashamed to mention my teacher's inheritance to others."

When he said this, he tapped the scabbard of the sword lightly with his fingertips, and the scabbard made a soft sound. Yan Zhengming's face showed a slightly self-deprecating expression, but he laughed at himself and laughed at himself as if no one else was there, without raising his head. Said: "However, no matter how much you shrink your head, you can't watch my junior brother being bullied like this by you. I have to come out and learn something."

Yang Decheng snorted heavily: "If I remember correctly, isn't your Fuyao faction claiming that every demon will be killed? Why don't you clean up the door yourself first?"

Yan Zhengming lifted his eyelids when he heard the words: "Oh?"

He was born with a pair of peach blossom eyes like a son of làngdàng. He has never opened his mouth, and the corners of his eyes and brows have already taken a bit of frivolous frivolity, but this eye has a vague sword intent, as if a feather makes a blade and drips into ice. It is said that There are unspoken violations and unspeakable reasons.

The disciple of Xuanwu Hall next to Yang Decheng who proposed to open Cheng Qian's inner palace stepped forward and told the story of the future.

Yan Zhengming listened expressionlessly, looked down at the tip of his sword, and suddenly chuckled: "Oh, I see, it turned out to be this Elder Yang—your young master is possessed by a demon, and his body It has nothing to do with my junior and senior brothers who died at my hands. If you feel that I have desecrated the body, I can personally kowtow in front of his tomb. As for..."

The word "as for" came out of his mouth in an instant. People had already arrived in front of Yang Decheng. The sword of the primordial spirit and the saber in his hand merged into one. He didn't care that the empty door behind him opened, and he didn't say hello.

Before Yan Zhengming came in, he heard this person's clamor, and after listening to the cause and effect, he deduced that Cheng Qian's hairband was broken in the hands of this old man, and he was immediately furious.

If it wasn't for him who tied a puppet on Cheng Qian's body on a whim, and if it wasn't for someone from Baihu Villa who happened to be involved at that time, would Cheng Qian still be alive?

The revenge that he couldn't avenge against Zhou Hanzheng himself a hundred years ago was boiling in his chest, and many old and new hatreds were added together.

The sword in Yan Zhengming's hand seemed to be unable to withstand the blow of the master's 12-point force. With a sharp "woo", that dignified Xuanwu Hall's great elder, Yang Decheng, could hardly be regarded as sharp, so he retreated awkwardly, even the four saints. The first Bian Xu involuntarily took a step sideways, avoiding the edge of his long sword.

This sword was born like a sky-

Cheng Qian's brows wrinkled, he couldn't even take a step forward, and was blocked by the trapped dragon lock.

The depth and depth of these people can't be clearer. Even if Yan Zhengming suddenly finds a Shiquan Dabu Dan to eat, he will never have such a powerful strength. It's only a few days. He seems to be light and practical. What did the heavier senior brother do?

The entire hall was stirred up with smoke by his sword. Except for the place surrounded by the Qiankun trapped dragon, everything else suffered. The dense protective charms around it were simply muddy, and in an instant, it collapsed out of control. .

When the sages built Suoxiantai, they must not have thought that anyone would dare to be so presumptuous.

The elder of White Tiger Villa hurriedly said, "My nephew must not..."

That Yang Decheng was unavoidable, he snorted lowly, put his hands on his chest to make a tactic, and suddenly eighteen phantoms appeared behind him. They were holding eighteen weapons, either fierce or agile. They rushed over from all directions, dazzling their eyes. They surrounded Yan Zhengming in the middle.

Suddenly, a sword light burst into flames, and the saber and the sword of the primordial spirit converged into a sword rain. It was indistinguishable from each other. The sword light was everywhere, the ghosts and gods were frightened, and the eighteen phantoms had no time to flee in a hurry, and they had already turned into fly ash. With three points of timidity, he was immediately attacked by his phantom in shock, and fell more than two feet away, not knowing whether he was dead or alive, but he didn't move.

Yan Zhengming chased after him reluctantly, and Bian Xu was finally forced to make a move, turned his hand to seal, and released a jade card to block Yang Decheng.

The sword qi slammed into the corner of the jade token, knocking the jade token into a crack, Yan Zhengming glanced sideways at Xuanwu Hall Master with a sneer, and the sword shadows all over his body suddenly turned with him, and the mountains and tsunamis rushed towards the three. Sixteen trapped dragon locks smashed over.

"Stop!" This time, Bian Xu, the elder of the White Tiger Villa and even Cheng Qian almost said in unison.

But no one could stop this Jianxiu from going his own way.

The Primordial Divine Sword collided with the trapped dragon lock, and there seemed to be a long cry of a dragon in the trapped dragon lock. The only remaining roof of the hall was covered with tiles. .

After countless years of wind and frost, the sleepy dragon lock has been watered by countless great masters with true essence, and has drunk the blood of countless demons.

The corners of Yan Zhengming's mouth began to see thin bloodstains, and the dark red in his eyes that had just faded was once again provoked by the trapped dragon lock. In a blink of an eye, the second sword had been formed, and it slashed towards the trapped dragon lock again.

Perhaps the reason why the lazy young master on Fuyao Mountain was able to enter the Dao with a sword was because of his sternness in his bones—at a certain moment, he ignored all the heaven, earth, human beings and gods.

On the one hand, he was looking for the keys and secret words of the Kaifeng Mountain Order, but on the other hand, he was trying to fight against the divine consciousness left in the head seal by the ancestors of their own sect.

Even though he was afraid of getting dirty, tired, and troublesome, he had never been terrified by real fear.

Sleepy Dragon Lock roared angrily, and Suo Sendai shivered.

The elder of Baihu Villa turned his head and shouted at Bian Xu, his voice changed: "This sword cultivator has already entered the Sword Art Online, who would make a special trip to kill your incompetent son? Sendai!"

Bian Xu admitted that he was right, but he really wanted to open Suoxiantai, but at this time he was also powerless - with his cultivation, he could fight against Yan Zhengming, but at this time he broke into the mad sword wind. In the middle, if the trouble is not good, you will lose both.

At this moment, Cheng Qian on Suoxiantai suddenly knelt down: "Senior brother, I beg you to stop!"

As soon as he knelt down, Yan Zhengming's indifferent eyes suddenly flashed with brilliance. The sword qi that was like a sunset in a long rainbow had already taken shape. With his stagnation, it stopped in the air.

Cheng Qian: "Don't you want to live anymore?"

In the silence of everyone, the sword qi that filled the sky finally slowly dissipated, turned into a breeze, and retreated into the sword of Yan Zhengming.

Yan Zhengming was silent for a while, then whispered, "Open the sleepy dragon lock."

The monks present looked at each other, and the elder of White Tiger Villa hurriedly stepped forward and said, "I have a key here."

Thirty-six trapped dragon locks were kept by thirty-six invited cultivators. With him taking the lead, others immediately followed suit. Even Bian Xu hesitated for a moment before lifting it reluctantly. He called out a key and threw it to a disciple beside him.

With the opening of the trapped dragon locks, Cheng Qian's true essence that had been stagnant for a long time finally turned around again. The meridians around his body seemed to be suddenly pouring into the river that had been dried up for a long time, and he was a little sore.

That Bian Xu coughed and was about to say something, when suddenly, a black qi shot into the sky from Beitian, covering most of the sky in a blink of an eye. Go, saw the figure of a dragon looming in the dark clouds rolling.

Someone exclaimed: "Southern Border Demon Dragon!"

At this moment, a big bird covered with fire roared up the mountain and stopped on the ruined hall. Li Yun gasped and jumped off the back of the bird. Time was a little confused, and said to himself: "That's not... What the hell is going on?"

In the dark clouds surging like a gust of wind, Han Yuan's voice came from a distance like a dull thunder: "I destroyed the Vermillion Bird Pagoda, and I also released the big heart demon... Which unknown person dared to take the seat credit?"