Chapter 717 The moonlight sword has a long shadow and the immortal falls!
Gu Yusheng's words echoed in Zhuqing's mind. After a long time, Zhuqing's dim gaze regained some of his magic.
"Senior Brother Zhu?"
On Luochen Peak, Xiao Muqing looked at the visitor, with endless hope in his eyes. At this moment, her head of Qingyun Sect, facing the practitioners of the Sixteen State, had many powerful strengths, like rootless duckweed, and could not control anything at all.
The overall situation.
"It's really you!"
Swish swish swish swish.
Behind Xiao Muqing, disciples from Qingyun Sect rushed over.
As the senior brother, Zhu Qing's status and influence in Qingyun Sect are still there.
"It's me."
Zhu Qing's eyes swept over the Qingyun Sect's fellow disciples. In just a few years, the familiar elders who were once were now few. The many junior brothers and sisters who were recruited later did not grow old, but died in the Immortal Huzhou Monster.
Pass, Qingyun Sect has recruited hundreds of new disciples, but among these disciples, there are only a dozen of them who have condensed the original fetus.
The former master of Six Peaks, except for Ou Qianlian of Tiangong Peak, Meng Baitao is still alive, the rest of the people have died. Moreover, Meng Baitao fought with Gu Yusheng in the Peach Blossom Forest, but was frightened by Gu Yusheng's sword power and fled in panic.
, After several years, he still has not walked out of the shadow of that year, which also led to the Lingxiao Peak Demon-Suppressing Tower being easily lifted by He Hongnian.
"Junior Sister Xiao, where are the elders and disciples of other peaks?"
Xiao Muqing's expression darkened and she pursed her lips: "It's all here."
Zhu Qing's hands trembled.
Finally, he closed his eyes in pain.
"Not destruction or establishment, Junior Sister Xiao, this world is so cruel. Over the years, we have been fighting around in the palm of our hands. In the end, we have awakened ourselves with the blood of our classmates. We should live well, and there will always be peace.
One day.”
Xiao Muqing looked miserable: "Will there be?"
Zhu Qing nodded.
"Yes, everyone is looking forward to it so much and tacitly understand it, right?"
Zhu Qing said that it was only a layer of window paper that had not been broken, but the disciples of Qingyun Sect had a new hope in their eyes.
A young practitioner clenched his fists and said excitedly: "That's right, Mr. Fifteen will not ignore Qingyun Sect!"
"That's right, in my heart, he is the senior brother of Qingyun Sect!"
The new practitioners who entered the Qingyun Sect did not know the cold treatment Gu Yusheng had when he entered the Qingyun Sect, but in their eyes, Gu Yusheng returned to the Qingyun Sect this time to save the Qingyun Sect. Gu Yusheng was the shelter in their hearts.
Shadow.
But the disciples who followed Gu Yusheng into Qingyun Sect showed shame.
Some people even showed a little annoyance on their faces, thinking that Gu Yusheng has such a status and strength today. If he could win over and bring some relationship closer, he would be able to have a prosperous life in a small place like Qingpingzhou in this life.
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Xiao Muqing's eyes turned, remembering everyone's subtle expressions one by one. She walked a few steps forward. As the head of the sect, she faded away the tenderness of the past, gently brushed the Qingyun robe, and said solemnly: "You all
Remember to me that nothing in this world is taken for granted. Ask yourself, does Mr. Fifteen really owe us?
At this time, we are still lucky in life and death, have no shame in the past, and have no belief in the future. What if we survive after snatching this sword wall? That will only make us who are in the past laugh at us who are in the present.
, cheer me up, hold the sword, bend down, and pick up the things I once lost!"
Zheng!
Xiao Muqing drew his sword and used the sword to cut a blood mark on the palm of his palm, allowing the blood to flow along the blade.
"Disciple of Qingyun Sect, follow me to kill the demons!!"
"Slay the demon!"
"Slay the demon!"
"Slay the demon!"
Luochen Peak, the practitioners with the Qingyunmen Cangyun pattern seal on the cuffs, came out with their swords.
When many strong men left Qingyun Sect, bravely faced the monsters raging in Qingyun Sect!
Passion of passion and faith with sword light cannot make up for the gap in strength.
But facing endless monsters, you have the courage to draw your sword and the awareness of dying in battle!
Compared with practitioners above the fifth level of the Sixteen State, the sword light of Qingyun Sect is so dim.
The crescendo of swords was like the light of fireflies, swinging around the Qingyun Gate.
The monster escaping in the Demon-Suppressing Tower showed fangs and ferocious minions, tearing apart the blood, beliefs and ideals in the dark.
Someone used a sword to penetrate the monster's chest, faced the angry roaring monster, and opened his bloody mouth and used his last trace of strength to bite off the flesh on the monster's body.
The Monster of Demon-Suppressing Monument, which had been standing for thousands of years, did not protect Qingyun Gate that night, and its monument was covered with blood.
The blood of the disciples of the Qingyun Sect, the blood of the ferocious monsters!
It's night.
The lights outside Qingyunmen Mountain reflect the lights, and the nearly thousands of sword shadows at Qingyunmen are so dim and dull.
Su Shouzhao frowned: "It seems to be a bit different from what we expected. Brother Gu is really unable to figure it out. Now it's a big deal."
"Stop talking about this, I really have to stand by and watch, I won't be able to sleep."
Don't sway with a whizzing sound from the railing.
"Wait for me!"
Qu Lianghong grabbed the big knife with his backhand and whistled away.
Su Shouzhuo was about to leave, but he turned around and looked at Han Wen.
Han Wen silently untied the long tassel spear behind him and said, "The soldiers are all drunk. Tonight, I am not a general. I will kill you for my friend!"
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dawn.
Standing at the highest point of Lingxiao Peak of Qingyunmen, Gu Yusheng slowly entered the box.
Behind him.
The corpses of the beheaded monsters piled up like mountains.
This was the first time Gu Yusheng felt his arms numb and his sword was so heavy.
The "sen" sound made when the sword entered the box was hoarse, which was the heavy blood stained by Qingping Sword.
Gu Yusheng stood up straight and turned to look east.
This was the first time he watched the sun rise seriously.
The rising sun is stained red by blood, the clouds in the sky are also red, the sky is also red, and the light shining on Qingping Mountain is also red.
He took off the gourd at his waist with his trembling hands, raised his head and pulled out the wine plug with his mouth, and poured the clear wine out of the spirit gourd.
Gu Yusheng is like a fish that has dried up for a long time, constantly breathing and experiencing every beating of life.
The wine is very cold.
Wherever you drink, you will get colder.
More wine flowed along the corner of Gu Yusheng's mouth and his neck into his hot chest.
Gu Yusheng let out a long sigh.
In an instant, he seemed to have found the meaning of life.
It was then.
The spring wind really blows to the green duckweed.
Blowing Gu Yusheng's long hair on his temples, blowing his blood-stained blue shirt and long sleeves.
In those calm and clean eyes, with the brilliance of the rising sun, the mountains of peach blossoms reflected!
The color of the peach blossoms.
A piece of bright red!
It is exactly what Gu Yusheng remembers deeply!
Thousands of miles away from the green duckweed.
Wait for the return.
Take a look at the peach blossoms in my hometown!
They turned out to be really good looking!
The one who came from the Six Peaks was a friend that Gu Yusheng made during his long journey. The hero Su Shouzhuo, the miser did not lean on the railings, the strong sword girl Qu Lianghong, and the Korean language who was willing to stop the world from peace.
Their bodies were soaked in demon blood.
The five people looked at each other.
Haha burst into laughter.
Gu Yusheng handed the wine gourd to Mo Ping Shan. Mo Ping Shan took a sip and handed it to Su Shouzhuo. Su Shouzhuo handed it to Han Wen. Han Wen looked at Qu Lianghong and hesitated, Mo Ping Shan grabbed the wine back.
"I'll drink it for Liang Hong."
"Get out!"
Qu Lianghong snatched the wine gourd and drank more than anyone else.
Mo Ping was stolen from the railing, and sat beside Gu Yusheng, shaking the blood stains on his body, and whispered: "There were many disciples who died in Qingyun Sect last night, some of them were very young, and they did not even condense the Yuan fetus. They were weak.
The soul is on the Peach Blossom Peak, and my sister guards it, so go and meet it."