The old man still stood where he was, looking at the direction where Gu Fenghua and others disappeared, with an extremely solemn expression.
"Sir, although what happened today was caused by Mr. Fang's insatiable greed, he injured the deacon outside the temple. After all, he still despised the majesty of our temple. Why are you so partial to them?" A young man came up behind him and asked in confusion.
road.
"Do you still remember what I told you about that incident ten years ago?" The old man looked into the distance and said leisurely.
"You mean, those young people?" The young man looked serious.
"Yes, one of the sword skills they used at that time was exactly the move she used just now." When the old man said this, a look of fear appeared on his face.
That scene ten years ago came back to my mind again.
He remembered clearly that it was a dark and windy night.
The moon was dark and the wind was high, which is actually a bit cheesy to say. Usually when this word is mentioned, it is followed by bad things like murder and arson. But that night, no one died in Yaoshan Village, and there was no fire.
But every time he recalled the scene at that time, he felt that he had died once, maybe more than once.
They were four handsome young men with different body shapes and temperaments, but the proud expressions on their faces were the same.
At that time, among the dozens of Holy Masters of the Temple in the entire Yaoshan Village, no one noticed their aura, and he was the only one who discovered their whereabouts. Later he found out that this was not because his cultivation level was high enough, but because his cultivation level was high enough.
The other party deliberately let him discover it, and the reason was very simple. They wanted him to open the teleportation array and send them to the temple.
They didn't even beat around the bush, and didn't give him any reason. They just said one sentence: "Open the teleportation array, send us to the temple, and spare your life!"
After so many years, he could still remember the calmness and domineering looks on several people's faces, as if what he said was a normal thing. The person standing in front of them was not a deacon in the temple, but a begging for mercy.
The bereaved dog.
At that time, he was not only a deacon in the Xinghua Temple, but his cultivation was not much worse than it is now. He was already a master of the eighth level of Soul Saint. Of course, he could not be frightened by the other party's words, because the other party was arrogant and domineering, and he himself
He was furious and immediately drew his sword and prepared to take action.
But immediately, he changed his mind. The youngest one among the young men only used one sword to make him completely give up the idea of taking action.
What a free and easy sword, and what a domineering sword. When the sword light passed by, the endless night sky seemed to be broken from it. The whole earth trembled under that sword, and everything in the world was under that sword.
Surrender by the sword.
That sword strike was actually very short-lived, but in his feeling, it seemed as if it had gone through countless centuries. It wasn't until the sword light crossed the sky and returned to the scabbard that he realized that he was covered in cold sweat.
Soaked.
Perhaps because they felt that this was not enough to make him surrender, or perhaps because they were not satisfied with his companion's sword, several other young men also drew out their long swords and each swung a sword.
In comparison, these swords seemed silent and extremely dull, but he had a feeling that the whole world would be destroyed by the sword's intention, as if the end was coming.
The other party obviously overestimated him. The reason why the previous sword did not make him surrender was not because he was strong-willed and courageous, but simply because he was petrified.