"choke"

Fan Shu took out her sheath, drew a purple arc, and rushed towards the transparent but faintly flashing ice wall with cyan ripples that trapped the Langya Immortal Sword without any scruples.

Langya and Fanshu kept hitting the solid but invisible ice wall in their respective directions, but the response they received was just blue ripples appearing and disappearing.

Thousands of years ago, Langya and Fanshu were clinging to each other and killing demons together. Now they are so close in front of each other, but they are ruthlessly blocked by an invisible ice wall on both sides, blocking their reunion.

Shu Qing and Hu Liqin stood together and looked at the magic weapon "revealing their true feelings" quietly.

"This is the first time I see Fan Shu being so obsessed." Shu Qing said these touching words in a light tone.

Hu Liqin glanced at this cold woman and said what he said: "Love is enough to drive people crazy, let alone the two divine weapons of the universe that have been entangled for thousands of years."

"Whoosh" sound.

The divine sword and the fairy sword were so angry that they could no longer hold back. The sword and sword collided violently, and the impact reversed and shot out a purple and blue arc of light, hitting the opposite ice wall, causing cracks to appear.

This violent blow tore apart the invisible ice wall.

The Langya Immortal Sword broke free from the cage and touched the sword of Fanshu Divine Sword, which was particularly intimate.

Shu Qing's beautiful face was suddenly dyed with a touch of red clouds. Her bright eyes turned cold, her catkins spread out, and she called coldly: "Fanshu!"

After hesitating for a while, the Divine Sword of Fan Shu returned to Shu Qing's hands obediently, and she put Fan Shu into the scabbard.

The Langya Immortal Sword floating in the air floated in front of this cold woman, seeming to be very afraid of her.

Shu Qing frowned slightly, this world-proud magic weapon had lost its icy blue luster, and fell to the ground like a piece of scrap metal, unable to move again.

Hu Liqin walked forward slowly, squatted down, and stared at this sword that represented the century-old glory of Liukong Sect. His eyes slowly turned red, and a deep and steady word echoed in his ears:

"Two rituals of heaven and earth, four emperors of heaven.

The gods will be reincarnated, and Song Wuji will slay the demons."

What an ancient oath, the sound was far and near, and echoed in my heart after I heard it. This was Hu Liqin's lifelong mission, and it was also the inheritance of Hu Liukong, the founder of the Liukong Sect, to future generations.

He stretched out his hand to hold the Langya Immortal Knife, but his hands were shaking, as if he was afraid of something, but he still held on to the handle.

Hu Liqin rubbed the golden dragon pattern engraved on the handle of the knife, feeling with his heart the power transmitted to his whole body by the sword. The ice-blue luster smeared on the blade and stained his fingers.

Suddenly, he held the Langya Immortal Sword and pointed upward.

With a "swish" sound, the scabbard spit out from the ice wall, wrapping the fairy sword inside. When Hu Liqin turned around, he discovered that the body of a middle-aged man was trapped in the direction where the scabbard came out. He was curled up in a

Inside the drop-shaped ripples of light, he closed his eyes peacefully.

This middle-aged man, about fifty-four, has a handsome appearance and a well-defined face, as if he was a handsome man carved from a woodblock print.

It was so much like his father that he tried to express his best thoughts: "You are...the second uncle.

..long...yun..."

The middle-aged man who had closed his eyes suddenly opened his eyes, glanced at Hu Liqin with cold and indifferent eyes, and shouted angrily: "I am the future leader of Liukong Sect, Hu Changyun. You little thief, put down Langya, or you will die without a complete body."

"

"You are really the second uncle. Second uncle, I am your nephew Hu Liqin, and I am Hu Changgeng's only son Hu Liqin." Hu Liqin said excitedly with tears of joy in his starry eyes.

Commander Yun frowned and said nothing, looking at Hu Liqin carefully with cold eyes, as if he was examining something.

But when Hu Changyun caught a glimpse of the jade engraved with "Liu Kong" on his waist, he couldn't help being stunned, and asked in a tentative tone: "Your name is Hu Liqin, is your father my eldest brother?"

Hu Liqin nodded heavily.

"I haven't seen my eldest brother for thirty years, so he should get married and have children." Hu Changyun thought for a long time and sighed.

Hu Liqin asked in confusion: "Second uncle, why are you trapped here?"

As Commander-in-Chief stood up, the drop-shaped rippled stream of light that trapped him became square and lengthened as his body got taller. The stream of light was faintly flickering and flowing. Commander-in-Chief Yun smiled coldly: "It has been fifteen years, and I have been trapped by a tree.

This sanctimonious bull-nosed man has been trapped in this hellish place for fifteen years."

Shu Qing and Hu Liqin were startled. They couldn't believe that Immortal Mu Yu trapped Hu Changyun here. Doubts arose in their hearts and they couldn't help asking in unison: "Why..." Before they could finish speaking, the two looked at each other.

, such a tacit understanding actually caused the two of them to fall into inexplicable embarrassment, and an ambiguous atmosphere was smelled by Hu Changyun.

Although Commander-in-Chief did not say anything to express his embarrassment, he just smiled deeply. He immediately thought of Immortal Mu Yu, gritted his teeth, and sneered: "I can't believe that such a highly respected senior would actually trap his nephew. Mu Yu is so heartbroken that he can't even

Even Mu Chun Xianweng, my mentor, would dare to harm him, let alone his apprentice."

"What?"

Shu Qing and Hu Liqin seemed to have heard the shocking news and couldn't help but blurt out questions.

Commander Yun was noncommittal, with disdain in his eyes full of vicissitudes of life, and said slowly: "In order to seize the position of the master of Beiming Palace, the Muyu Immortal in your mouth plotted against my master and even forcibly knocked his soul out of his body.

Cruel, outrageous, isn’t it ridiculous?”

As he spoke, he couldn't help but sigh: "What retribution. Thirty years ago, I hated my father for preferring my eldest brother. I was afraid that I would miss the position of head, so I stole the Langya Immortal Sword and left it here in Taibai Mountain.

I hid for fifteen years, but I didn’t expect that in the next fifteen years, I would be blinded by jealousy like me and commit the crazy act of killing my fellow disciples. It was Mu Yu, this crazy old man, who trapped me in

This dark place."

He choked up when he spoke, and his tearful eyes suddenly looked up and down at Hu Liqin. As if he had thought of something, he couldn't help but ask: "Son, how are your father and your grandfather? Do you still hold grudges against me?

"

Hu Liqin thought of the tragic death of his father and grandfather, and was greatly troubled. He didn't care whether it was appropriate to express sadness when Shu Qing was by his side. The last stubborn line of defense on his body was quietly broken down by Hu Changyun.

This uncle whom he had never met before, but for some reason, he felt extraordinarily kind at this moment, as if he could see the shadows of his grandfather and father in his face.

His tears had already blurred his vision. He knelt on the ground with a bang and said loudly: "Second uncle, they are all dead. Li Qin is incompetent. As the new Liu Kong Sect,

The leader failed to protect the Liukong faction, Liqin really deserves to die."

"What, it's impossible. With how much cultivation he has, there are so many people in the world who are his opponents. It's impossible even for eldest brother..." Commander Yun held tears in his eyes and was stunned. He choked up mid-sentence and looked at

Hu Liqin was in such a sad and dejected state, what he said was true, and he didn't know what to say for a while.

When Shu Qing heard this and saw this, she couldn't help but be stunned. Her cold bright eyes flashed with a different color. In her heart, she felt a little sympathy and intolerance for Hu Liqin who was kneeling on the ground and blaming himself. She pursed her lips lightly and her expression became more and more intense.

Getting more and more solemn.

The air is filled with sadness and sorrow, and even the breath has a salty and bitter taste at this moment.

A few moments.

Hu Changyun was unusually calm. The veins on his forehead were squirming and squirming slowly. He asked coldly: "Who is it? Who dares to go against my Liukong Hu clan?" Before Hu Liqin could speak, he felt something in his heart.

With a click, his eyes widened like a bell, he forced out a sentence from between his teeth: "Bei... Cang..."

The body of the gray boy kneeling on the ground slowly shook. He nodded heavily, and tears fell to the ground in clusters, each one shattering into pieces like transparent marbles.

Seven years ago, there was a child hiding in a corner. He was hugged tightly by a young man in gray with bright eyes, a flat nose and a wide mouth. His mouth was covered with a thick hand, and he was sobbing loudly. It was very difficult to even breathe.

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The big red eyes were reflecting such a sad scene: a middle-aged man with white temples had a fork-shaped tip showing from his back, and there were thick drops of blood hanging from the tip, one after another dripping on the floor.

.

The middle-aged man's standing body waited until the man in red shirt holding the Nine Heavenly Magic Fork had walked away, and then he fell heavily to the ground.

"ah!"

The young man in gray clothes holding the child screamed in pain, and there was a faint trace of pain from the tiger's mouth. The child who was holding the child fiercely bit his palm with his teeth, causing him to subconsciously loosen his grip.

The bondage of children.

The ten-year-old child stumbled towards the middle-aged man who fell to the ground, and couldn't help calling: "Grandpa! Grandpa!"

A handsome young man in blue also ran quickly to his side and cried: "Dad..."

"Long...yun...the Liukong without Langya would be...windy and rainy...drift..." As he was dying, this kind middle-aged man held on to his eldest son tightly.

With his hand, he shouted his youngest son's name.

Hu Changgeng knelt down on the ground and said sadly: "Dad, Changgeng will bring Changyun back and protect his ancestral property."

The ten-year-old child lay in Hu Xiangnong's arms and cried loudly: "Grandpa, don't leave Liqin, don't go. Liqin hasn't grown up yet... You promised to look after Liqin."

Qin grew up..."

The memories of past events are so similar.

One year ago, there was a sleepless night filled with fires.

A sea of ​​​​fire separated father and son from a distance. The young man named Hu Liqin knelt in front of the sea of ​​​​fire, feeling helpless. He burst into tears and cried loudly: "Dad..."

That handsome face showed no fear in the sea of ​​fire. He smiled with relief and said tenderly: "Liqin, daddy is going to go with your mother. You must hold on. Liukong is relying on you. We must find your second uncle."
Chapter completed!