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Chapter 790 Whose ashes rise from Tianshan Mountain

Balian tilted his head and said, "How much do you know about Burial Heart's plan?"

Duan Mo couldn't resist his question and whispered: "I don't know about Jiange, but I know that his secret agent is Lu Zhuang, not Ye Yichuan, and I don't know the specific force behind his real trump card.

I know he is an old friend of the Tianxi Sword Sect."

An old friend of Tianxi Sword Sect?

Since it is a trump card, Duan Mo, who is an outcast, will naturally not be fully aware of it.

As for Ye Yichuan, Duan Mo knew nothing about it, which proved that Ye Yichuan was the third force hidden in the Tianxi Sword Sect.

Is it true that he is not Ye Qingzhou's son as Ying Xiu said?

The Tianxi Sword Sect's current chaos is really complicated. Just when Bailian Zheng didn't know how to deal with it, another shocking news came.

The star rope connecting the Tianshan Twelve Sword Souls has broken again!

This time, the star cord collapsed without any warning, giving no one any chance to prepare.

Before Sword Master Yu could even walk out of the forest, the terrible news came that all seven Fengjian elders had died in battle.

Moreover, the weapons used to kill the seven elders of Fengjian all came from the ancient Silent Sword in the Tianshan Sword Tomb!

Sword Master Yu could no longer maintain his confidence and calmness.

There were still auras and signs of Lu Zhuang's sword-breaking star rope, but this time, it caught everyone off guard.

Killing the Seven Great Sword Elders and cutting off the Soul Star Cords of the Twelve Swords, even the Demon Lord himself would not be able to accomplish such a feat!

Sword Master Yu could not imagine what kind of enemy Tianxi Sword Sect faced this time.

The huge White Camel Mountain suddenly gave rise to countless powerful and unfamiliar auras in a very short period of time that did not allow anyone to react.

There are more than two hundred figures standing on the eleven huge and vast star ropes hanging down from the nine heavens to the world.

Each of them wore black robes, had powerful auras, and were tall and tall. They did not look like ordinary monks, but more like body-refining experts at the pinnacle of martial arts.

The leader among them did not wear a black robe, but a simple burlap short shirt, a pair of poor straw sandals on his feet, an ordinary old hoe on his shoulders, and a large cloak on the left and right sides of his chest, revealing his strong Leilei muscles and black

Brown skin.

A pair of black and round eyes are piercing and bright, as if they contain souls, overlooking the mountains.

His fist hanging on one side was covered with calluses, and there were still fragments of star iron between his fingers.

Is it possible that the star rope connecting the twelve sword souls was broken by a punch from this seemingly ordinary man?

Balian's eyesight was very good, and when he looked at the simple and unpretentious man high in the sky, he couldn't help but frown deeply.

It turned out to be Haonong?

The man who had devoted his loyalty to his use outside the war slave camp was now conspired with Burial Heart?

Although Balian secretly thought that things in the world are unpredictable, he still felt a little strange.

Why did Haonong, who once drank moonlight wine and was one of the main members of the Mohe Ancient Secret Dark Force, appear in the human world and have such a strong conflict with the Tianxi Sword Sect?

You must know that he is not a demon, let alone a demon cultivator, but a real human body cultivator!

I saw Sword Master Yu riding up the wind, standing under the nine heavens, with his feet in the void, his eyes like lightning, looking at Haonong from a distance, his tone was fierce, and his murderous intent was revealed: "Physical cultivation?!"

Haonong touched his nose, with a smile on his face, but his dark and simple eyes were dark and indifferent: "Thousands of people go to the bottom disciple, Haonong, and I have met the Master of Swordsmen in the World!"

"Ten thousand people are going?" At this moment of life and death, when he heard the name of this force, the sword master's face was stunned for a moment, and the murderous intent in his eyes also subsided a bit.

He narrowed his eyes, as if in doubt, and asked: "Wanwan Xiang died in a bloody battle seven hundred years ago in the battle to subdue the demons. No one from the whole sect survived! You said you were a disciple of Wanwan Xiang?

Isn’t it ridiculous?!”

Wanwanguang was a large sect seven hundred years ago and had tens of thousands of disciples, so it was named Wanwanguang.

It was one of the few martial arts sects in that era that could compete with the three sects in strength.

Thousands of people have become disciples of his sect, all of whom come from poor backgrounds and have mediocre spiritual qualifications. However, they have a persevering character and perseverance in adversity.

There are not many precepts for sects that thousands of people go to, just two.

Great bitter cold, great relief.

If Sword Master Yu started a miracle in the age of the end of the righteous path, then if tens of thousands of people went there, it would be a miracle for martial artists all over the world.

If not for the battle that year, when the whole sect suffered heavy casualties, and even the founder died in the battle, there would have been three sects in the world, and this martial arts sect should also have a place.

Haonong laughed loudly, his eyes seemed to be shining with tears, and his smile was sarcastic and cold: "Thanks to the sword masters in the world, my master and his disciples died without any intact corpses. The bones were so cold that no one has collected them yet.

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Only a useless fool like me, under the protection of my master, is lucky enough to lead the innocent children in the sect to survive."

After hearing these words, Sword Master Yu's usually cold and indifferent eyes couldn't help but be tinged with a heavy sadness:

"It is extremely difficult for you to protect your lives in troubled times. Today's peace is built on the blood and bones of our predecessors. If you respect your master, you should not be doing this stupid thing today!"

"Isn't that true?!" Haonong said sternly: "I'm here to collect the body of my fellow teacher, why not!"

He opened his palms, and the mottled and broken iron filings slowly floated over as if they were attracted by some kind of energy from the same source.

The emotions in Haonong's eyes gradually calmed down until they were dead: "Seven hundred years ago, during the battle of Yuling Pass, the next generation of heroes from my sect all fought with all their heart and soul for the battle started by you, Bailiyu. They were fighting for the right path!

But what’s the result?! In the minds of you Qi Refining monks, we martial arts practitioners are ultimately not worthy of being on the stage. The two paths of good and evil, and the wars between countries all over the world, last for hundreds of years. Tens of thousands of us are unknown to our disciples.

How many times have we been used as cannon fodder by you Xianmen people, and have we ever complained at all?!"

Sword Master Yu's eyes were heavy: "Don't you think this statement is a little too extreme and biased? War will inevitably cause casualties. Even my Tianxi Sword Sect sacrificed countless disciples back then. If you hold grudges and develop hatred, you will

You are not worthy of calling yourself a disciple with thousands of people!”

Haonong seemed to have heard some big joke. The iron filings lingering between his palms vibrated slightly, and his face became ferocious.

"I'm not worthy? Do you, Bailiyu, deserve to be the sword master of this world? What's wrong? With this murderous look, is it because you want to kill me when you see that I have broken this star rope and want to destroy your sword mountain? But

Are you worthy?"

Haonong questioned, every word filled with tears and hatred: "Bailiyu, let me ask you, how come you were born on a mundane mountain and can survive for thousands of years without sinking? In the war that year, the Nine Heavens Realm Star Suo was supposed to have been killed by the Demon Sect Master.

The Zhaohe River was cut off, and the Tianshan Mountains should have sunk back to the earth seven hundred years ago!

Bailiyu! Do you dare to tell your disciples and grandsons whose ashes are the thirteen star ropes supporting the Tianshan Mountains now!" If you like Chang Ye Xing, please collect it: (www.sodu777.net) Chang

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