Full Comprehension Level: Sixty Years Of Sword Pavilion

Not far away, several practitioner practitioners with restrained atmosphere fell on Huang Laoliu.

"What do you think he will choose?"

An old man wearing a purple Taoist robe looked around and said in a low voice.

"Is this still a choice?" A middle-aged man wearing a green robe with cloud patterns flashing on his clothes said lightly: "This step is no less than one step to the sky."

"As long as he stands side by side with Young Master Tang Chi today, he will have 10% of the credit for this battle."

"A mere mortal was invited by Young Master Tang Chi."

The middle-aged practitioner's words made people around him look at Huang Lao Liu with envy and jealousy on his face.

They are not qualified to be side by side with Tang Chi in these circumstances, but Huang Laoliu was invited.

"Who made him a member of Jiu Xuan Jianmen..." The white-haired old man who spoke sighed softly.

Jiu Xuan Sword Gate, the second of the Four Sword Sects in Western Xinjiang.

These foreigners can only envy them.

Under the big tree, in front of the golden steps.

Huang Laoliu pondered for a long time before shaking his head.

"Senior Brother Tang, it's windy up there, so I can't go up there as a mortal."

When the voice fell, whether it was Tang Chi standing at the top of the tree, or the strong person in the distance who was paying attention, all changed his face.

A trace of ruthlessness flashed in Tang Chi's eyes, staring at Huang Lao Liu, then nodded and said, "That's fine."

After he finished speaking, he waved and the golden steps dissipated.

Huang Laoliu took out an envelope and said loudly, "Senior Brother Tang, this is the letter that Qingfengguanfengxu Daoist asked me to pass to you."

Breeze view.

Feng Xu Daoist.

This letter has finally arrived.

Those who were strong in the situation looked at the letter in Huang Laoliu's hand, and then looked at Tang Chi.

This letter determines the direction of this battle involving the life and death of hundreds of thousands of practitioners.

Tang Chi waved his hand, and the envelope fell into his palm.

Holding the envelope in his hand, he looked at Huang Lao Liu and said, "What do you think this letter will say?"

Huang Laoliu shook his head and said, "I don't know what the letter said."

"I don't know what Senior Brother Tang will do."

"I just want to rescue Pingmei."

After finishing speaking, he took Gao Xiaoxuan, turned around and walked away slowly.

The expression on Tang Chi's face, who was holding the envelope in his hand, kept changing, and he finally snorted coldly.

He glanced at the distance, his body moved, and he disappeared in place.

"Fool."

There were his whispers in the wind.

"Really, fool." Some of the masters shook their heads and whispered.

"Sure enough, he is a mortal." Someone laughed and turned to leave.

...

An hour later, a master on Yunchao Ridge went to the betrayal sect's station to reply on behalf of Jiu Xuanjianmen, Master Tang Chi. Tomorrow at noon, he would release the avenue and let these betrayers leave.

If you want to stay, stay.

Qingfengguan and several other Sects have no objection.

In the big tent, listening to the noisy cheers outside, Tang Chi smiled.

"Sir, it's just one step away." Behind him, a middle-aged man in a green robe exclaimed excitedly.

If Han Muye is here, he must be recognized.

Qin Yuanhe.

Qin Yuanhe, who had broken the Cultivation Base with his sword at the beginning, did not know his life or death.

At this time, Qin Yuanhe didn't have much Cultivation Base, and his eyes were cloudy.

"Don't call me prince."

A look of disgust flashed across Tang Chi's face, and he said coldly, "I'm not interested in what you are asking for."

"I want to solve the dispute on Fengshou Mountain in one battle, and I will be famous in the Western Xinjiang. What you want is the passage under the Yunchao Mountain."

"After this battle, we broke off relations."

Hearing Tang Chi's words, Qin Yuanhe nodded and said with a smile: "Don't worry, Shizi, wait for the power of the blood sacrifice to clear this passage and lead us to leave the Profound Sky World, and I will never contact you again."

"Of course, if the prince is willing, the commander is more willing to take you out of this world."

"After all, you are his bloodline."

Tang Chi didn't speak, just turned around and walked out of the tent.

Outside the tent, the cheers were even louder.

Standing in the tent, Qin Yuanhe shook his head with a look of joy on his face.

"Planning for a thousand years, there is finally hope."

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In the lee of a mountain forest, a bonfire was burning cracklingly.

The aroma of the hare roasting on the fire is full of fragrance.

Huang Laoliu tore off a piece of rabbit leg and handed it to Gao Xiaoxuan.

"Be careful, it's hot."

Gao Xiaoxuan nodded again and again, while impatiently reaching out to take it, he took a big bite.

The little white fox scratched at him and seemed to be greedy too.

"You said that Yunchaoling also has the power to seal the town?" Huang Laoliu tore a small piece of meat himself, chewing lightly, and asked in a low voice.

His teeth have never been very good.

"Well, I also walked to Yunchao Ridge to feel the existence of this sealed town. The passage of the sealed town here is much more hidden than the other side of Jiuxuan Mountain." Gao Xiaoxuan nodded and sent the bones that were gnawed quickly. The little white fox's mouth.

The little white fox doesn't dislike it either.

Huang Laoliu looked at the bonfire in front of him, and the shaking flames reflected in his eyes.

"I just want to save Pingmei, and then be a mortal safely."

"I really don't want to let go of that unpredictable power of suppression."

Hearing his words, Gao Xiaoxuan looked up at him.

The little white fox is also staring at Huang Laoliu with a gleam of eyes.

...

On the second day, the sun rose from the east and gradually hung in the middle of the sky.

noon.

In front of Yunchao Ridge, a group of practitioners of betrayal sect practitioners walked slowly forward with nervous expressions on their faces.

In such places where the strong are scattered, even the strong in the situation do not dare to fly away rashly.

People in the air might be ambushed.

"Young Master Tang Chi, we came as agreed."

"I hope to give us a way out."

Standing in front of the group of traitors was an old man wearing a gray robe with a breath of air. Gu Shu

Gold Core Third Stage.

Such a Cultivation Base, even a big Sect can be an Elder.

With this old man taking the lead, and surrounded by several powerful people, the morale of the rebel army was raised.

"Haha, Hao Sect Leader, do you really think about staying?"

"The conditions that this son offers are not lower than those of Nanhuang, right?"

Tang Chi's voice came, and Tang Chi was standing on a piece of Parasol Tree, surrounded by a number of environmental experts.

"Master Tang, as the saying goes, good horses don't eat grass. I won't stop what they want to keep, and if they don't want to keep, I hope Young Master Tang will give him a way out." The gray-robed old man looked at Tang Chi and said loudly.

Tang Chi nodded and raised his hand.

In the forest behind him, blood and aura rose up one after another, and then spread out, leaving a passage.

The gray-robed old man flashed a happy expression on his face, nodded, moved his body, and ran forward.

Others quickly followed.

Many practitioners seemed reluctant to leave and stayed where they were.

In a short time, there are already tens of thousands of practitioners running through the mountains and forests.

Standing on the top of the tree, Tang Chi had a faint smile on his face.

"boom--"

There was a tremor in the distant sky.

That is the location of Fengshou Mountain.

The clouds in the sky kept rolling.

Those betraying sects who fled ran fast, wanting to leave as quickly as possible.

"wrong!"

Suddenly, the gray-robed old man in front of him changed his expression and roared, "There is formation!"

As his voice fell, blue auras arose around him.

Mist and flames rose, covering all those who fled.

Figures in red armor appeared in the fog, holding a long spear, and a dark shadow of a demonic cow appeared on their bodies.

"boom--"

The gray-robed old man led by the rebel army was heavily repulsed by a long spear.

An old man in black armor strode forward with a long spear, and he raised his hand and struck, knocking several experts of the terrain into vomiting blood.

"Red Flame—"

The old man let out a low drink.

"Battle--"

Countless shouts echoed in the fog.

In the fog, I don't know how many people are silently killing.

Outside the mountains and forests, whether it was the traitor who stayed where he was, or the masters who came with Tang Chi, they all watched silently.

They couldn't see the fog, only saw figures in red armor rushing into the forest, killing the dazed practitioners.

These people are Tang Chi's back-up!

Suddenly, everyone was slightly taken aback.

The original smile on Tang Chi's face also subsided, showing ruthlessness.

"boom--"

Holding a long sword, Huang Laoliu walked through the mountains and forests, and with a single sword, he slashed away several meters of space in front of him.

With his sword, both trees and practitioners were cut off.

At this time, there was a streak of repressive power on him.

He slashed open with a sword, and the formation power in that space was scattered.

Practitioners who were originally wandering around can find their way.

"Follow him!"

Someone whispered and followed behind Huang Lao Liu.

Huang Laoliu waved the long sword in his hand, slamming away the obstacles in front of him.

"Sister Ping..."

The fog cleared, and among the dozens of practitioners in front, the female nun with her hands locked and disheveled hair was not Lu Qingping?

At this time, in Lu Qingping's eyes, Huang Laoliu's sword-wielding figure was like a fairy.

"Brother Zhenxiong..."

Tears welled up in Lu Qingping's eyes.

From the beginning of deliberately selling the long sword, leaving clues, to later hearing that the sixth brother went down the mountain, there were people looking for the sixth sister-in-law everywhere.

Lu Qingping did not dare to let others know that Huang Lao Liu was looking for her.

But she was happy in her heart and waited secretly.

At that time, she looked forward to Huang Lao Liuhui wearing a golden armor every day and coming on the clouds.

It's just that she didn't expect that the situation would become like this, her identity was exposed, and Qingfengguan and other rebel Sects used her as a bargaining chip.

At this time, what Lu Qingping was most afraid of was that Huang Laoliu came to save her.

Fortunately, the army that Huang Laoliu gathered was conscripted, and with Huang Laoliu's own strength, he would definitely not be able to come.

But now, Huang Laoliu was standing in front of her.

"Brother Zhenxiong, you are so stupid..." Lu Qingping burst into tears and said with a smile.

Huang Lao Liu also laughed, missing his front teeth.

"Kuraga-"

A long sword rested on Lu Qingping's neck, and the gloomy Feng Xu Daoist gritted his teeth and looked at Huang Lao Liu: "Take us out of here."

"Or I'll kill her."

Lu Qingping shook his head.

Huang Lao Liu nodded.

With a sweep of the long sword, Huang Laoliu turned around and ran.

Feng Xu Daoist was overjoyed, grabbed Lu Qingping, and led the others to follow.

The mist didn't seem to affect Huang Laoliu at all. With his sword, he cut a path and headed out of the mountains and forests.

Standing on the top of the tree made Tang Chi look ugly.

It can be seen from the outside that more and more people are gathering behind Huang Lao Liu, and the red-armored soldiers who attacked and killed with the power of the mist can no longer be suppressed.

"Huang Lao Liu, do you really want to betray Jiu Xuan Sword Sect?"

Tang Chi gritted his teeth and shouted loudly.

Huang Laoliu paused and stood there.

"Sixth brother, Jiuxuan Mountain has me."

At this moment, a clear voice came.

In mid-air, a streamer cut through the fog and hung quietly above the mountain forest.

White shirt fluttering, white hair on the temples, and two blue and purple swords on his back.

Han Muye, the swordsman of Jiu Xuan Jianmen's sword pavilion.

"Brother." Huang Laoliu grinned and slashed the long sword in his hand.