On the Yunjian Peak, the air flow was chaotic and the aftermath was overwhelming. Just when Feng Jinxiu, the leader of the Sword Sect, was about to kill Xiao Nuo, Han Changqing, the leader of the Piaomiao Sect, appeared in the Tiangang Sword Sect.
The situation on the field changed again, and the storm of worshiping mountains and seizing swords suddenly started again.
Xiao Nuo looked at the handsome and noble middle-aged man in front of him with some surprise. This man was actually the leader of the Piaomiao Sect, Han Changqing!
Although Xiao Nuo had already guessed that the Piaomiao Sect might send someone to help him, he didn't expect that the person who came was the leader of the sect.
This was the first time Xiao Nuo met the sect leader Han Changqing.
The other party's aura and demeanor are also completely consistent with the identity of the leader of a sect.
Compared with the image of the sect leader in Xiao Nuo's mind, it fits very well.
Even the real Han Changqing looks younger than imagined.
Han Changqing and Feng Jinxiu looked at each other from a distance, and the aura they exuded made everyone else on the field fearful.
If Feng Jinxiu's pressure was as heavy as a mountain, then Han Changqing's aura was as surging as the sea.
Han Changqing raised his left hand slightly, his fingers were as slender as jade, "Master of Feng Jin Sword Cultivator, can't you afford to lose?"
"shut up!"
Feng Jinxiu was at the peak of his anger at this moment. He just wanted to get rid of Xiao Nuo quickly to vent his hatred.
"Anyone who stops me will die!"
Having said that, sword energy surged around Feng Jinxiu, and together with the explosion of endless murderous intent, thousands of sword energy gathered in front of Feng Jinxiu, and instantly condensed into a black long sword that was as solid as a substance...
"Qiang!"
The sword roared, and the black long sword rushed forward at an extremely fast speed.
Xiao Nuo's face, who was behind Han Changqing, changed slightly, as if he felt a deadly edge coming towards him.
Feng Jinxiu's move seems calm, but in fact it contains terrifying power.
Even masters at the king level cannot take this sword.
At this moment, Han Changqing activated his powerful spiritual energy, palm to palm facing each other, and faced the incoming black sword head-on.
"Buzz!"
Two spiral airflows met in Han Changqing's palms, and the black sword was suppressed between Han Changqing's palms.
The extremely fast black sword seemed to be blocked in the air by an invisible force.
But there was a buzzing sound coming from the inside of the sword.
"Huh?" A trace of surprise flashed in Han Changqing's eyes. Then, he turned his hand to one side and waved, and the black long sword immediately changed its trajectory and flew towards the west side of Yunjian Peak.
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"It's Taiyuan Jue!" Wu Fang, the leader of the Zhanwu Alliance, said solemnly.
Lin Zhe, the Great Elder of Tiangu Sect, and Mu Yaoyu, Deputy Palace Master of Qiyan Palace, were also shocked.
"Tai Yuan Jue" is the highest level skill of the Piao Miao Sect, and can only be practiced by the previous sect leaders.
Too late, but not too long ago, the long black sword that had been changed by Han Changqing hit the sword platform where the Sky Burial Sword was imprisoned...
"Boom!"
The next moment, the violent sword energy formed a destructive force on the sword platform.
The huge sword platform was smashed on the spot, the rubble collapsed, and the energy surged. The Sky Burial Sword sealed on the platform flew directly into the sky, and all the iron chains wrapped around the sword broke...
Han Changqing had sharp eyes and quick hands. He reached out and grabbed his palm out of thin air, and a majestic suction force that could absorb hundreds of rivers surged out from his palm.
"call out!"
The Sky Burial Sword immediately turned into a stream of light and flashed into Han Changqing's hand.
"Qiang!"
Taking the long sword into his hand, there was a buzzing sound. Han Changqing held the hilt of the sword with his left hand and gently stroked the sword body with his right hand, his eyes full of complex meanings.
"Nine years..." Han Changqing murmured, and after a brief period of loneliness, a relieved smile appeared on his face, "I can finally bring you back to the Piaomiao Sect in an upright manner!"
This sentence also touched Xiao Nuo from behind.
Then, Han Changqing turned his sleeves and pulled out a piece of white cloth. The Sky Burial Sword rolled up the white cloth and wrapped it around the sword body.
Then Han Changqing made a backhand move, and the Sky Burial Sword flew towards Xiao Nuo behind him.
Xiao Nuo's eyes flashed, his body turned, and he put the Sky Burial Sword into his hand in a force-relieving manner.
"metropolitan?"
"You leave first, and someone will pick you up at the foot of the mountain!"
"and you?"
"Nothing..." Han Changqing
His robes were fluttering in the wind, and he looked at Feng Jinxiu in front of him, "It's been several years since I last saw the sword master Feng Jinxiu. I'll 'catch up on old times' with him before we leave!"
Xiao Nuo understood what Han Changqing meant.
He understood it in his heart, then picked up the Sky Burial Sword and turned around to leave.
Feng Jinxiu himself refused to say, "Want to leave? How can it be that easy?"
As soon as he finished speaking, a group of sword sect masters flashed out from both sides of Yunjian Peak.
However, at this moment, several extraordinary figures with powerful auras appeared again on both sides behind Han Changqing.
Xiao Nuo saw Yan Kexian, the master of Guixu Hall, and Zou Mian, the master of Yuanlong Hall, at a glance.
Obviously, Han Changqing did not come to the Tiangang Sword Sect without any preparations.
"You did a good job this time..." Yan Kexian did not hesitate to praise Xiao Nuo this time. He raised his hand and said, "Leave the rest to us!"
Zou Mian also looked at Xiao Nuo differently and reminded him, "Leave!"
Catching the eyes of the two palace masters, Xiao Nuo nodded solemnly, and then left in the direction he came from without looking back.
Just some time ago, the two palace masters still had opinions on Xiao Nuo.
He even made "sarcastic" remarks during the life-and-death showdown between Xiao Nuo and Liang Xingchen.
But this time, Xiao Nuo won their recognition with his strength.
Looking at Xiao Nuo leaving, Feng Jinxiu's expression became even colder.
He looked at Han Changqing with a gloomy look, "Do you think you can escape?"
Han Changqing put one hand behind his back and raised the other. He leaned slightly and replied in a cold voice, "It was your Tiangang Sword Sect who made the agreement to 'worship the mountain and seize the sword' nine years ago. Now our Piaomiao Sect has won the victory."
, you have the qualifications to bring back the Sky Burial Sword. If you want to go back on your words and impose obstacles, I'm afraid it will make the entire Eastern Wasteland laugh..."
Feng Jinxiu was filled with murderous intent, "What if I don't allow it?"
Han Changqing raised his eyes, and his extraordinary heroic spirit overflowed from the corners of his eyes, "Then... let's fight!"
Nervousness and fighting spirit rekindled. Looking at the rising tension on the field, people from all the major forces on Yunjian Peak could only wait and watch at this moment, not daring to speak out.
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At this time, Xiao Nuo evacuated the Tiangang Sword as quickly as possible
Zong.
The subsequent affairs have been taken over by the sect master and the two palace masters. Without Xiao Nuo, nothing will happen. Moreover, in Xiao Nuo's current state, he can't get involved.
During the duel with Feng Hanyu, Xiao Nuo's spiritual energy had been completely consumed.
If Feng Jinxiu's blow had landed on someone else, he would have been killed on the spot.
Xiao Nuo was stunned and relied on the strength of his "Taikoo Gold Body" to endure it, but even so, blood continued to flow from the corners of Xiao Nuo's mouth.
At the foot of the mountain of Tiangang Sword Sect...
At this time, a figure was waiting anxiously. She held a sheathed sword tightly in her hand and moved around restlessly like an ant on a hot pot.
Ying Jinhuan had never been so anxious before. Each of the scattered footprints on the ground explained her uneasiness.
Her heart felt like it was covered with a spider web, and a big stone hung from the web, making it extremely uncomfortable.
"No, I want to go up!"
Ying Jinhuan couldn't wait any longer. For eight consecutive years, today every year was a torment for Nirvana Hall, and today was especially long.
She turned around and headed towards the main peak of Tiangang Sword Sect.
But at this moment, a familiar voice came into her ears.
"Acting Palace Master..."
Suddenly, Ying Jinhuan's delicate body trembled, and she suddenly looked forward. In the forest road paved with bluestones, a figure covered in blood came into her eyes.
Ying Jinhuan's pupils trembled, and she immediately ran forward.
"Xiao Nuo, you are still alive..."
Very good!
He is still alive!
At this moment, Ying Jinhuan put down the big stone that was blocking his heart.
Ying Jinhuan ran to Xiao Nuo, and her fair and slender jade hands tightly grasped Xiao Nuo's hands...
"Great, you're fine!"
Ying Jinhuan's eyes were red and he laughed with tears in his eyes.
Xiao Nuo nodded solemnly, then raised his palm and stretched it behind him. Because he was too weak, his arm was shaking a little. Then he took off the long sword on his back and handed it to Ying Jinhuan...