defend the truth

Shangliu Island is a place of doom where raging fire piles up into mountains, magma gathers in lakes, and thunder clouds cover thousands of miles around!

Since ten thousand years ago, this place has been the burial place of countless powerful monks.

But today, two young sword immortals who are masters of the sword are following the sword intent left by the predecessors, and they are going to put each other to death here!

"My good senior brother! The burial place I chose for you is enough to honor you, right?"

On the lake of fire, a young man with a high ponytail and a black sword in his hand stepped on the hot and thick lava, gradually showing his figure from the lingering smoke.

And the billowing smoke and dust was gradually absorbed by the black sword.

After the thick smoke was pulled away, the strange appearance of the black sword youth was fully exposed.It was covered with a crow-blue cloak, and there was no clothing inside, but the torso was not exposed.

Just because his upper body, from the neck to the waist and abdomen, was wrapped in circles of plain white cloth belts, like a corpse that walked out of an ancient ceremony.

That crow-blue cloak was gorgeous and exquisite, with rich and rich patterns embroidered on the two big sleeves.It is an embroidery pattern of red peonies blooming in the green bushes!

Mo Jian's young man's expression is ruthless and unruly, he looks like a sword, a killing sword with sharp edges!

And the gaze of the young man Mo Jian was on the mysterious monk Zhong Lihua who went to Moon Moon Mountain to help him.

However, the fighting spirit revealed between Zhongli Hua's eyebrows was far less intense than that of his opponent.

Zhong Lihua nodded with a calm expression and said with a smile: "Junior Brother Wen, you took so much trouble to lure me here, with such good intentions, it's hard for me not to agree that this is a good place."

"As for you, you want me to stand shoulder to shoulder with the kendo seniors who died here. This honor is naturally greater than ascending to heaven, but I can't bear it for the time being!"

Junior Brother Wen, whom the mysterious monk spoke of, is also a figure who can shine in the stars.

One Sword Bookmaniac - Wen Baiqing, one of the top three in Zixiao!

Wen Boqing stuck out his scarlet tongue, and licked the corner of his mouth that was gradually showing cruelty.He said in a chilling low voice: "You can afford more than enough! This natural purgatory should be built for traitors like you!"

Suddenly, Zhong Lihua's face became extremely ugly, and he said firmly: "What evidence do you have to prove that I betrayed the sect? Just relying on those baseless accusations? A joke!"

"I know who is behind the scenes, and I can even go back to Jiuhua Mountain with you and explain everything to the suzerain. But not now, you give me seven days, and after seven days, I will go with you!"

"If the suzerain still wants to take my life, as long as he does it himself, I will never resist!"

Wen Baiqing shook his head again and again, putting on a look of "Aren't you trying to embarrass me?"

He widened his eyes, covered his chest and said, "I think you really misunderstood me, senior brother! I didn't come here to talk about evidence or justice with you? I just wanted to kill you!"

Wen Baiqing completely revealed an appearance of being suppressed for a long time, and finally able to relax and feel happy.With the truth revealed, when it comes to excitement, I can't help but dance.

"By the way, I'm not sent by the sect master. He still thinks of you! But I can't help myself, is my enthusiasm for doing something practical for the sect?"

"As the head of a sect, how can he always be so eccentric? I have to erase this stain for him!"

Zhong Lihua had already understood some words, and he shouted angrily: "Junior Brother Wen, you have been used!"

"Don't talk nonsense with me, a dead person is not qualified to preach to me!"

After finishing speaking, the loose cloak on Wen Boqing's body began to flutter and flutter, letting out all his fierce aura.And the flying sword in his hand, which seemed to have been infested with fragrant ink, also began to billow thick black smoke crazily.

Mysterious, really mysterious!I saw that Wen Baiqing actually used a sword as a brush, and under the outline of his sword light, the billowing ink smoke either turned into a thousand-ren green mountain, or turned into a mountain-climbing ink tiger.

Then, the wailing of swan geese, the sound of apes on both sides of the strait, the waves of Jiang Mo... even the sea of ​​flames and purgatory were integrated into this magnificent painting of ink and ink!

All the lifelike and mysterious scenes are full of sword intent with terrifying killing power, so that Zhong Lihua, who is in it, has nowhere to escape, because he is also one of the people in that painting!

The world is a picture scroll, and you are invited to appreciate it together!

According to outside rumors, the most difficult existence among Zixiao's three heroes is not Zhong Lihua, who is the most lethal.It was Wen Baiqing who took the slant of the sword and was unique, using the way of Wenmo Danqing and fused with the way of swordsmanship!

Ink is Yin, and sword is Yang.Cultivate yin and yang without following the five elements, who can stop it?

Maverick, exactly that Wen Baiqing, crazy capital!

"Fancy show! It goes against the purity of the swordsman!"

Zhong Lihua yelled angrily, opened and closed the five fingers of his right hand, and held the natal sword "Nu Cang" in his hand.With a blatant sword cut, Wanren Qingshan was cut in the middle, and the surging river stopped.

Another sword strike, the tiger and the goose fell, the sound of the ape stopped suddenly.

If there is a third sword cut down, this blue ink painting painted by the trapped dragon will definitely be beaten back to its original shape, and will be scattered like smoke!

Of course, Wen Baiqing would not let Zhong Lihua relax, in fact, he had already found ways to use it before the first sword fell.

How can there be no words if there are paintings?Calligraphy, the name of a swordsman, is Wen Baiqing's real forte!

I saw Wen Baiqing swaying his sword light quickly, like a literary tycoon who was writing vigorously, listing lines of poems in scribbled and wild fonts!

The afterimage of the lonely lamp blows the leaves in the wind, Laughing alone and burning the book in the cold night.

Kuang Ye Yusheng never regrets, sighing lightly at the difference between victory and defeat in the world!

When the last word was also swayed, the wind roared, and the world suddenly felt desolate and desolate.

Zhong Lihua, who was about to slash with another sword, was suppressed by those 28 big characters, and almost fell to his knees.If he hadn't retracted the sword in time and guarded his mind, he might not have slashed out with a single sword, but would have killed himself with the sword.

Holding the sword, Wen Boqing walked towards Zhong Lihua step by step, and said with a smile on his face: "In the world I created, why do you fight me? What do you use to fight me?"

Suddenly, his expression became extremely perverse and violent again, and he gritted his teeth and said, "Zixiao Sanying's ranking is not fair to me at all! I'm a little late in my apprenticeship, and I'm so young, the suzerain doesn't like me? If so, I will be overwhelmed by your homeless dog?"

"How can you talk about seniority like this? I don't understand, what qualifications do you have?"

Wen Baiqing's expression became more ferocious, facing the frozen Zhong Lihua, he quickly cut out hundreds of sword lights as thin as ink lines.

In an instant, Zhong Lihua was drenched in blood and was on the verge of falling.

Wen Baiqing couldn't help laughing wildly: "Hahaha... look at you, what are you? You don't even have the strength to fight back, how embarrassing?"

After laughing wildly, Wen Baiqing, who has a changeable temperament, changed his expression of resentment again, and cursed: "Since I was a child, you and Axuan have shared the Dragon and Phoenix Book, Donghua Sword Solution, and other good things equally. .What about me? What am I?"

"Am I the one who picked it up? My ancestors laid the foundation for the Zixiao Sect. My father died for the Sect."

"Now the Wen family, I am the only one left. You still want to take everything from me? Is this fair? Delusion!"

Jealousy is the original sin of all evil!

After listening to Wen Baiqing's heartfelt words, Zhong Lihua's painful expression gradually turned into firm indifference.And his powerful aura that once disappeared has all returned together!

"Junior Brother Wen, how I wish that you were simply used by others to get involved! Now it seems that you are not innocent!"

"Your intentions are not right. The Zixiao Sect may be able to live without me in the future, but it must not have you!"

There was a bang of thunder and light, and in an instant, torrential rain began to rain down on Fang Yanjue Hell.

Under the sizzle of water and fire, the entire Shangliu Island was completely filled with thick water mist!

"You... how could you?" Wen Boqing subconsciously staggered back in shock.

Zhong Lihua transformed his disappointment towards the person in front of him into boundless sword intent, infused it into the Nucang Sword, and said in a frosty voice: "Didn't you ask me why? Just rely on the water of the great river to come to the sky!"

Amidst the mist, a thousand-foot-long black dragon showed its might in anger!

Outside Shangliu Island, the sea water from all directions is rolling and converging, and the waves hit the isolated reef!