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A tall figure dressed in a black brocade robe was sitting on the side of the street. At first glance, he looked ordinary, but occasionally there was a frightening gleam in his calm eyes.

After waiting for an unknown amount of time, another figure appeared at the corner of the street and slowly walked over. It was equally tall, but what made it impossible to ignore was that the arms were extremely long, and the black and white hair did not look old, but looked dusty.

The person who was waiting before looked at him and said, "Their brothers are gone?"

Yan Nantian shook his head lightly: "They are not qualified to join in yet."

He and Lu Zhongyuan were contacted by some people before, hoping to join forces to attack Zhenwu Temple, but he refused, and chose to come to Mount Emei alone to settle some matters, no matter whether the result was life or death.

Jiang Wuque and Jiang Wuyou quietly followed after learning about it. Yan Nantian didn't want to get them involved because this trip was too dangerous. They take risks.

As for Lu Zhongyuan, he would also not interfere in Yan Nantian's actions.

In the past few years, a large number of masters of the younger generation have emerged. Among them, Yan Jue's contemporaries have advanced to innate. The younger generation has completely occupied the top of the pyramid, but some great masters who became famous decades ago should not be underestimated.

Lu Zhongyuan's martial arts aptitude may not be as brilliant as some Tianjiao's now, but the accumulation of decades is also astonishing, and in recent years, Yan Nantian has preached to him, and his realm has advanced by leaps and bounds, so it is reasonable to advance to the rank of Xiantian now. middle.

"Let's go, when those people attack the mountain, we will join forces with them." Yan Nantian looked at his old friend and said calmly.

Lu Zhongyuan looked past his body, suddenly his expression froze, his eyes were heavy, and he sighed leisurely: "We may not have the opportunity to go up the mountain."

Yan Nantian turned his head calmly, looking at the tall, slender figure with graceful curves.

"Hero Yan, please stay safe."

The opponent appeared without warning, and even Yan Nantian didn't even notice the current level of martial arts. Obviously, compared to a few years ago, his growth is also not to be underestimated.

That frightening smile looked at Yan Nantian, and he didn't pay attention to Lu Zhongyuan next to him. The heavy spear, which was about ten feet long, was lifted by that slender hand, and the cold and introverted blade dragged on the ground, dragging out a long spear. crack.

She smiled so beautifully that even Lu Zhongyuan, an old man with a steady heart, couldn't help his heart skip a beat, making him feel dazed and at the same time couldn't help but secretly shiver.

Yan Nantian's vicissitudes of eyes remained calm, and his palm lightly covered the hilt of his sword.

The sound of the wind suddenly disappeared, and the sun seemed to dim, just like a fixed frame in the picture, Xi He's smile, Yan Nantian's calmness, and Lu Zhongyuan's heaviness.

Boom! !

Like a mirror that was suddenly shattered, it is suddenly impossible to distinguish.

Lu Zhongyuan backed away quickly with a horrified expression, the two figures in his eyes had disappeared, replaced by scenes of horrific destruction.

On both sides of the long street, one building after another suddenly collapsed, the walls collapsed, the rolling logs fell, and swords criss-crossed the sky and the earth. On the flat bluestone-paved avenue, terrifying cracks tens of meters long appeared strangely.

With Lu Zhongyuan's current state, he couldn't distinguish the two people's movement trajectories, and could vaguely perceive the faint afterimages.

He was shocked by the horror of those two people, and he could only sigh helplessly despite his intention to intervene.

On the other side of the street, there is a teahouse built at the exit of Diling Palace. Pharmacist Hu, who is dressed as a waiter, wipes the tables swiftly, and the teahouse is cleaned. When the storm is approaching, he still plays with peace of mind. wearing a role.

On the roof of the tea house, two graceful figures dressed in Yunxia Palace costumes stood side by side, looking at the foot of the mountain not far away, watching the bustling street gradually collapse into ruins.

"Sister still can't let go?"

Although she is five or sixty years old, Lianxing seems to be favored by the years, and she is still as beautiful as a virgin.

But in fact, he has been promoted to the rank of innate, and he has practiced nine performances, and his physique has transformed many times. It is not an exaggeration to say that he is perfect.

She is still more beautiful than when she was at her most splendid age decades ago, but she has an evil nature at some point, holy and noble with seductiveness.

Fish and Dragon Nine Performances, from the very beginning Ji Wushang named it Nine Performances of Man and Devil.

"Why don't you join forces with them, this is one of the few opportunities." Lian Xing smiled sweetly, with an unpredictable color in her bright eyes.

Compared with Lian Xing's beauty, Yaoyue's brilliance is not inferior at all. Her skin is crystal clear like jade, and a face as charming as suet smiles, but her eyes are cold and piercing. Her voice is ethereal: "What do you think? Sister .”

This pair of peerless twins doesn't look like a pair of sisters at the moment.

Lianxing smiled: "Because of Xihe?"

There was a trace of tenderness in Yaoyue's eyes: "I won't join hands with those people, otherwise Xihe will hate me for the rest of my life, but I want to watch him die with my own eyes."

The deep valley where the Diling Palace is located is now full of black figures.

The people in Zhenwu Hall had already been evacuated, but only Du Sha got Ji Wushang's secret order to lead the "Punisher" and "Blood Demon Army" to hide here, preparing for the final finishing touch.

This is the most elite power of Zhenwu Hall.

"Commander, the rebels have started to go up the mountain, and the number of them is no less than one hundred thousand."

Du Sha's pale face was expressionless: "Continue to monitor."

In the empty hall, Ji Wushang was wearing a purple robe, with his long hair loose, sitting cross-legged on the stone steps. At a certain moment, he slowly opened his eyes.

A seemingly ordinary long sword was slowly drawn out of its scabbard by him.

He hadn't held a sword for many years.

laugh!

In the shadow of the hall, black shadows appeared at unknown times.

Suddenly, the shadows twisted.

One after another shadows seemed to escape from the shadows, shooting at Ji Wushang, without any murderous intent, without a trace of life, like a dead person.

click!

The movements of those shadows were in the blink of an eye, frighteningly fast.