Song of Adolescence

Qingcheng Mountain.

Dozens of Taoist priests sat on the top of the mountain, facing southwest.

The four ancestors of Mount Qingcheng sat at the front, Feixuan attending to the left, and Li Fansong standing on the right with his sword. The other Qingcheng Mountain disciples lined up behind them, with their index and middle fingers close together, placed between their foreheads, with a mahogany sword hanging in the air, concentrating on them, looking straight to the southwest.

This is an array of Wanglong that has been passed down from the ancestors of Qingcheng Mountain for hundreds of years. At this time, if there are people with bad intentions going up the mountain to seek trouble, these Taoist priests who cannot escape into the battle have no resistance at all. It is not impossible to destroy Qingcheng Mountain by one person, so the risk is great, but the acting head Yin Changsong still made this decision.

Suddenly, the Qingxiao sword inserted in the sheath and enshrined in the Sanqing Patriarch's Hall suddenly unsheathed and went straight to the southwest!

"Jianzhi!" Now Yin Changsong, who is the highest in Qingcheng Mountain, stood up abruptly and shouted angrily.

Wanglong's formation finally ended, the Taoist priests opened their eyes one after another, and the peach wood swords hanging in the air fell one after another. Li Fansong and Feixuan also opened their eyes, but they were already in tears.

"Seeking benevolence and gaining benevolence is also to smile at Jiuquan." Luo Sancheng, who has been blind for many years, sighed softly.

Yin Changsong stood there, using his hands with all his strength to stop the ancestral sword Qingxiao, he seemed to be talking to the sword: "This matter has been powerless to return to the sky, but I still hope to mourn."

The sword screamed fiercely, with a kind of sadness, listening carefully, it was as if the sword was crying, but finally the cast was no longer so strong, Yin Chang let go and waved slightly, and the Qingxiao sword slowly fell on In his hands.

"We are in the Taoist school. We only want to get hair and receive longevity, and ignore the disturbances in the world. But this matter is no good." Yin Changsong suddenly lifted the Qingxiao sword, the Taoist robe flew up, and the majestic town, "Qingcheng Mountain disciples listened to the order !"

"The disciples are here!" Both dozens of elites on the top of the mountain, or hundreds of disciples from all over the mountain waiting in front of the Qiankun Hall at the same time responded loudly.

"Qingcheng Mountain, vow to avenge this!" Yin Changsong shouted loudly!

"Vengeance!" The whole mountain shouted angrily.

Yin Changsong collected his sword and walked to Li Fansong and Feixuan, who were already crying, and sighed softly: "We four old men are vainly called celestial masters, but we can only set up a break here, and I can't help Yu Zhen. If you really want to avenge this revenge, you have to rely on both of you. Get your energy up!"

Li Fansong wiped tears and nodded sharply.

Feixuan suddenly shouted angrily to the sky, shocking the mountain full of beasts to run away!

"After Qingcheng Mountain, it's up to you two." Yin Changsong inserted the Qingxiao sword in front of them and turned away.

The swordsman, who was running wildly on the mountain road with a huge sword, suddenly stopped, looking to the south, frowning slightly. The sword of the broken army in his hand suddenly began to vibrate, and the angry sword fairy Zhantian, one of the five great sword immortals, whispered in a low voice, "Why did the broken army suddenly vibrate?"

After being chased all the way, the Wuxin monk and Minghou, who were covered in fairy qi white clothes with a lot of dust, noticed that the domineering sword qi suddenly disappeared behind them. They also looked astonished and looked back to see that Yan Zhantian suddenly took it. With the sword in a daze, Monk Wuxin murmured: "What kind of fame is this demon? Forget it, no matter, Minghou, let's continue to escape!"

The desolate land of the west.

A desert stretches for hundreds of miles.

There is a city in the desert, standing proudly. Lonely and lonely.

This city was named Muliang, one of the four cities in the world.

It was originally an important city guarding the western side of the imperial city, but due to climate change, the countries of the Western Regions moved south, and the court re-elected the city of Biluo as the important border city. However, when Luo Qingyang, who had rescued Emperor Xian several times, left Tianqi, he chose this city and practiced swordsmanship here. In more than ten years, almost a hundred masters came to challenge him, but Luo Qingyang easily won without a sword, and the world was called the solitary sword fairy. Muliang City is also one of the four cities in the world by one person, and is called a lone city.

At this time, above the city head, stood the peerless sword fairy in a gray robe, facing southeast, holding the extremely long saber in his hand-Jiuge. He never drew the sword since he obtained this sword, and only used the scabbard in the duel, so Jianxinzhong did not include this sword among the ten famous swords. But no one would doubt that if this sword is made, its might not be under any famous sword.

However, there seems to be one missing person who is worthy of Luo Qingyang to draw the Jiuge Sword.

Luo Lei Mountain.

A carriage is leaving quickly.

"After this battle, is it really worth it to forge feuds with Xueyue City and Qingcheng Mountain, who has never cared about the world?" Su Muyu, who was sitting in the carriage and regulating his internal breath, said suddenly.

"Mu Yu!" Xie Qidao was startled, and stopped him. In his impression, Su Muyu has always been a firm order executor, and has never given any opinion on the decision of the patriarch.

"Whether it is Xueyue City or Qingcheng Mountain. It will soon cease to exist." The patriarch still closed his eyes and replied slowly.

Luosangcheng.

Shonan Tea House.

Li Hanyi, who suddenly turned purple hair, held Zhihanjian Iron Horse Binghe in his right hand and warm sword Peach Blossom in his left hand. He hung in the air with fierce eyes and purple hair flying. There seemed to be a voice from his mouth.

Xie Xuan listened carefully and finally heard the three words full of killing intent.

Suchanghe.

Holding a sword, Li Hanyi jumped out of the teahouse one step.

"Li Hanyi has gone crazy and lost her mind. If she goes to search for the dark river, she is afraid that innocent people will suffer. Moreover, Su Changhe is sinister and cunning. Li Hanyi's state at this time may be killed at any time! "Qi Tianchen said solemnly.

Xie Xuan didn't hesitate for a moment, and immediately picked up the bookcase and leaped after it.

Qi Tianchen was also about to follow, but saw a flying bird suddenly fall and stopped at his fingertips. He was taken aback for a moment, took off the letterbox tied to the bird, opened it, and saw four simple words written on it.

"Quickly return to the apocalypse."

On the official road.

Four people and four horses are also running wildly.

It was the bleak, Lei Wujie, Tang Lian and Ye Ruoyi. Under the persuasion of Tang Lian and Luo Mingxuan, Sikong Qianluo finally followed Luo Mingxuan to return to Xueyue City first. The other four people are rushing to Leijiabao. Tangmen has already betrayed Xueyue City, but Leijiabao doesn’t know. If Tangmen goes to the next hero banquet as scheduled, then it is very likely that one of them will Huge conspiracy!

However, Lei Wujie suddenly flew! The horse neighed suddenly, Lei Wujie tightened the rope, and frowned as he looked to the west.

"What's the matter?" Xiao Se stopped his horse and asked him.

"I don't know." Lei Wujie shook his head, only covering his slightly aching chest, "It's just inexplicable, a little uneasy and sad."