In just half a month, the martial arts situation in the Central Plains has changed suddenly. The area that once had the most prosperous martial arts is now depressed and desolate, and has lost all its former glory.
The power of the Chonghua Sect has plummeted, and there are only a few people left in Yanlong Mountain. The elite masters of other sects have suffered a large number of losses, and they no longer have the courage and strength to fight against Poyue Pavilion. The bloody sea of corpses on the ground in Liyou Valley is enough to prove that the martial arts world
Jianghu is destined to belong to the Wei family.
When he stepped onto the long stone steps leading to the main entrance of Chonghua Gate from Yanlong Mountain, Wei Moyan couldn't feel any excitement or joy. Everything was too plain and too simple.
Revenge is not a big deal to him. Unlike Xia Qingluan, he has not been at home very often since he was a child. His family ties are too distant and vague. The reason why he formed Poyue Pavilion to dominate the martial arts world is
It is to prove the strength and invincibility of the Wei family bloodline, rather than simply wanting to destroy the Chonghua Sect and pay homage to the relatives who died tragically nine years ago. In his heart, he longs for the arrogance of being above all living beings and not being restricted by anyone.
independent.
The woman in red who was walking side by side suddenly stopped, with a trace of confusion in her eyes: "The atmosphere is a bit strange."
Wei Moyan nodded, but still didn't care with his hands behind his hands. It was really hard to find anyone in the world who could hurt him.
It stands to reason that even after the fall of Chonghua Gate, it should not be so deserted. Knowing that they were attacking up the mountain and not offering any resistance was not the scheming style of Xi Yingfeng. Looking around, there was nothing visible from the main entrance to the glazed roof of the main hall.
Half a human figure, like an empty mountain.
"Be careful."
The black figure took a quick step without leaving a trace and blocked the path in front of him. Xia Qingluan's heart moved slightly. After thinking for a moment, she took a quick step and walked side by side with him. Wei Moyan glanced sideways, and when he looked back, there was an inexplicable smile at the corner of his mouth.
.
What she wants is not to be protected, but to share life and death.
The seven hundred steps finally came to an end, and what came into view was a majestic palace and a desolate scene. The once-number one sect was now without a trace of life. Fallen leaves piled up on the vast square where thousands of people could gather at the same time, and the remaining snow had not yet melted.
, the dilapidation and desolation are unbearable to look at.
"Pavilion Master, do you want to conduct a search?"
Wei Moyan shook his head and ordered Shen Yuqing to retreat: "No need, Xi Yingfeng is no longer here, and Chonghua Sect will no longer exist from now on."
It's good news for me, but everyone didn't show the joy of victory. Instead, they were a little regretful. Compared with the Chonghua Sect for more than two years, countless brothers from the same sect shed their blood and sacrificed their lives to build up the current Poyue Pavilion, destroy Chonghua, and seize the hegemony.
, is the meaning of their lives full of hope. Now that the powerful opponent suddenly disappeared, their hearts felt empty and something was missing, and naturally they felt very uncomfortable.
The illustrious sect that stood high and was like a leader in martial arts collapsed overnight. Things in the world are indeed unpredictable.
"Who?" Shen Yuqing suddenly drew his sword and stood in front of the two leading people. He stared directly at the main hall door like a torch. Both the Pavilion Master and Hong Xian must have felt the murderous aura that flashed through them just now. Such a fierce aura is not something ordinary people can possess.
, but not as restrained and low-pitched as Xi Yingfeng.
The sound of empty footsteps is very regular and strangely loud. They beat one after another, making the heartbeat seem to beat in time.
Qiao Feixue's face changed suddenly, half frightened and half frightened: "Heart-catching curse!"
Zhongzhou Lijiao, one of the legendary three evil sects, is good at evil spells and forbidden spells. This soul-stirring curse is one of them. It does not require any specific military moves. It just uses its own unique rules to create rhythms and add spells to it.
Those with weak minds or those who are defenseless can easily be controlled by it, which can cause confusion in their consciousness at the least and loss of heart and soul in the worst. It can be said to be an extremely insidious and terrifying evil spell.
However, Zhongzhou Lijiao is very low-key and secretive. Even Qiao Feixue only learned about some of its methods from rumors and some lonely manuscripts. This is the first time they have faced each other head-on. It is not yet certain whether the other party is really a Lijiao. .
Wei Moyan and other masters with extremely deep internal strength and determined minds will naturally not be affected by it, but many of the ordinary disciples of Poyue Pavilion who followed behind were neither on guard nor with enough internal strength to resist. Their eyes were blurred and their steps were staggering. They saw that their hearts and souls were being taken away. .
The footsteps always seemed to be getting closer and closer, but no one appeared in front of the door. It seemed that there were other secret places. Shen Yuqing winked at Jiuhe Shaobi, and the two of them understood that they were guarding Wei Moyan and Xia Qingluan. The sword cut through the cold wind beside him, and the long body rushed straight into the main entrance of the main hall. Wherever the cold light of the scimitar passed, it cut off the wooden handrails and door frames one after another. The huge noise covered up the strange footsteps, and then the number of disciples on the terrace was reduced. The number of people who were deceived.
"Pretend to be a ghost, let's see if you have an indestructible body!" With a cold snort, Shen Yuqing held the hilt of the knife in front of her and swept it from left to right. The huge sword light brought up the wind and swept away the fallen leaves.
Shen Yuqing is also a talented person with outstanding qualifications. He is proficient in swords, bows, ropes, sticks, sticks and hooks, but he prefers the Huangri Round Sword. It is full of murderous power and will cause huge damage every time he makes a move. This sword only took less than three-thirds of his life. The force caused the entire yew door to completely shatter, and the wood chips flew into the hall.
For a moment everything was silent.
There was no one in the hall, not even a single footprint. It was quiet and silent.
"What a domineering swordsmanship." After a long time, Fang couldn't stop admiring from behind. Shen Yuqing turned around suddenly, but his eyes only caught the hem of clothes flying out of the hall. The movement was so fast that it was difficult for his eyes to follow. I had no choice but to follow closely and follow him out.
There were still those people from Poyue Pavilion on Guangping, no more and no less, but Wei Moyan was looking at the top of the main hall with his hands behind his back, his eyes calm.
Sitting on the dusty glazed tiles is a man wearing a green shirt. He has a slim figure and a half mask on his face covering his eyes. His skin is as thin as white porcelain, his lips seem to be painted with vermilion, and his long, slightly curly hair is like a waterfall but has not been tied up. It hangs lazily on the bright yellow tiles, but its origin is similar to the glazed tiles. With a few glances, you can't tell its gender.
"Your Excellency, are you a deviant?" Qiao Feixue was surprised.
Although Lijiao is located in Zhongzhou, there are many people with green eyes and yellow beards in its sect. They must be a branch of the people who migrated from the Western Regions. Therefore, many people speculate that the spells they use come from the esoteric sect Jialuotian of the Western Regions. But Lijiao The teaching has always been low-key and rare, so why did he appear in Chonghua Gate, and why did he attack Poyue Pavilion? Qiao Feixue knew that the world's major events were ancient and modern, but she never understood those scheming strategies, and could only be a bystander and a pen-and-paper person.
A voice as clear as running water came from the mouth of the man in the palace. The strange thing was that he still couldn't argue between male and female, and was slightly joking: "People from the south of the Yangtze River are so tender, why are they so rude when they first meet? Pavilion Master Wei, you should discipline your subordinates well. .”
"Where is Xi Yingfeng?" The man in black clothes standing in the middle of the field was cold and arrogant. He was stingy with words and usually only asked what he wanted to know.
"Naturally, he belongs to my Lijiao sect." The man took out an unknown little beast from his sleeve and played with it in his hand. He smiled from behind the mask, "The Chonghua sect has been destroyed, and Xi Yingfeng is no longer the sect." The leader of the Chonghua Sect is my deviant servant. The leader has a destiny. If Master Wei is willing to take a step back, everyone will be in peace. If he insists on killing Xi Yingfeng——"
Wei Moyan's eyes turned cold, and at the moment when the green shirt was flipping, he had already moved quickly, and jumped up to the top of the main hall in a few steps. However, the green shirt suddenly disappeared into a sudden mist, leaving only the strange laughter.
Sent everywhere.
"Our leader is very interested in someone in Poyue Pavilion. How about exchanging the life of Xi Yingfeng for Miss Hongxian?"