Breaking the Day

Seeing the thirteen figures surrounding him, Li Chengfeng sighed and sighed for a while. He knew that Lingtian Thirteen Swords were the last core pillar of the Tibetan sword pavilion since Chaotianque disappeared. When Lingtian Thirteen Swords were ambushed by Qianshanxue , After almost the entire army was annihilated, the hidden sword pavilion began an unstoppable collapse and decline.

It was just that when Li Chengfeng quickly searched for the familiar figure among the thirteen people, he did not find the figure of Senior Brother. He wanted to come as Chaotianque said, Senior Brother is not yet a member of Lingtian Thirteen Swords.

I just don't know if he joined the hidden sword pavilion at this time.

As he was thinking in his mind, Li Chengfeng did not dare to stay any longer. For one thing, he didn't want to have a head-on conflict with Lingtian Thirteen Swords. Secondly, he didn't want to expose himself to Lingtian Thirteen Swords. Thirdly, he didn't want to stay. Let the Potian Sword be exposed.

Since it is most likely that the sword of the sword of the real man caused oneself to pass through here, the best way is not to destroy everything in this world, otherwise once the butterfly effect is set off, the consequences will be unimaginable. Once it reaches a hundred Years later, for himself, the consequences were even more terrifying.

When Li Chengfeng thought about it, his figure immediately jumped off the tree, and the Lingtian thirteen swords surrounded by the sky immediately chased up, but when they fell, they found a large hole wide one person on the ground, the depth of which was unpredictable. , The previous figure has disappeared.

The headed man was holding a single-edged sword, and suddenly came to this pretty woman. He said nervously, "Little Junior Sister, who is the troublemaker? Is it from the Cangjin Pavilion?"

This pretty little sister shook her head, her eyebrows frowned slightly, like a distant mountain autumn, unspeakable and beautiful, people wanting to can't help but embrace her in love.

The headed man said again: "Is that the person from Cangxiu Pavilion? Cangqing Pavilion?"

Little Junior Sister shook her head one after another and said: "I have never seen this person, but the sword in this person's hand..."

The leading man quickly said: "What's wrong with this sword?"

Little Junior Sister frowned for a while, then shook her head and said: "I don't know, maybe I made a mistake."

The headed man said: "Tell me?"

Little Junior Sister whispered: "I think the sword in his hand is a bit like the Heaven-Breaking Sword."

The headed man wondered: "Is it the pavilion master?"

Little Junior Sister shook her head and said: "It's absolutely impossible."

The headed man smiled and said, "That may be your mistake."

The little junior sister also laughed at herself: "Just want to come, the pavilion master is invincible in the world, how can the Potian Sword fall into the hands of others?"

When the two were talking, there was a sharp whistle in the distance, and when everyone heard it, they immediately looked at the man in the lead.

The headed man hesitated a little, and immediately said decisively: "Go!"

Ling Tian Thirteen Swords were always inseparable when they came out of action, and they did not separate at almost any time, so as not to be broken in by others.

The thirteen people left quickly, each turned into a blue light and came to the place where the whistle sounded, but saw a few Tibetan sword pavilion disciples, surrounded by a ragged, disheveled head, covered in blood and scars, and their eyes were bloody. An old man of.

Seeing this old man, Ling Tian Thirteen Swords were shocked, and the man in the lead hurriedly took off his robe and covered the old man: "Uncle Chen, what's wrong with you?"

Uncle Chen squeezed the man's hand tightly and said nervously, "Where is the pavilion master? Where is the pavilion master? I have something to report!"

The man said: "Uncle Chen, the pavilion master went out yesterday, you forgot? You, how did you do this? Did someone attack you just now?"

Uncle Chen secretly breathed a sigh of relief, and involuntarily let go of the man's hand: "The old man is confused!"

The little junior sister on the side couldn't help saying: "Uncle Chen, did a tall, bald young man attack you just now?"

Uncle Chen was taken aback for a while, and immediately said: "Yes, yes! The old man went to Shiwu Mountain for inspection, but unexpectedly this culprit attacked the old man halfway!"

Little Junior Sister said bitterly: "I knew we had already taken the culprit down!"

Uncle Chen was extremely nervous, and quickly calculated: Is there really someone else here? The rat tide seems to be caused by this person! I just don't know where this person comes from? Is Chaotianque dead again, and where did the Potian Sword fall?

Uncle Chen quickly calculated in his heart, but he was also close to the lamp being dead at this time, and was able to escape because when the landslide was triggered, the rats he fleeing with him were able to escape the dead place in the middle of the mountain.

Uncle Chen was swaying from the side, the man headed hurriedly supported him, and said: "Quickly, send Uncle Chen back for treatment!"

Two Tibetan Jiange disciples approached immediately, one left and the other took Uncle Chen off.

Little Junior Sister whispered: "Big Brother, or else, let's patrol around here again?"

The big brother pondered for a while, and said, "It's okay, but it may be of no use. This culprit will not stay here and wait for us to catch it. You send someone to report the matter to Uncle Zhao immediately and let him decide."

The little sister nodded, and after calling someone to give her instructions, she flew up again with the big brothers and other seniors, and began to sweep back and forth around the entire Tibetan sword pavilion.

Of course, Li Chengfeng escaped from this area early at this time. When he drilled out of the ground again, he had already reached the gate of Lingshan Mountain, but he just got out and saw a young Tibetan sword pavilion. The disciple was riding on horseback and staring at him dumbfounded.

This person seemed to be only seventeen or eighteen years old, but Li Chengfeng felt a little familiar when he saw him.

Li Chengfeng withdrew the celestial power poured into the Potian Sword, and then received the Potian Sword that was no longer luminous behind him, then smiled at this person, and quickly descended the mountain as soon as he threw himself in.

The young Tibetan sword pavilion man stared at the direction Li Chengfeng was going away, with a face full of confusion. After waiting for a while, a figure fell. The young disciple blushed immediately when he saw this man and bowed his head. An unnatural salute: "Little Senior Sister."

This woman called Little Senior Sister is the only disciple of Ling Tian's Thirteen Swords. Seeing this man, she quickly said, "Zhang Tongchen, have you seen a tall, bald man?"

Zhang Tongchen hurriedly pointed in the direction where Li Chengfeng was leaving, and said, "He went over there!"

The little elder sister hurriedly blew the whistle, and immediately flew over twelve figures above her head. She hurriedly said to Zhang Tongchen: "A thief is coming, you quickly return to the mountain!" After that, she chased the others and flew away. past.

Zhang Tongchen looked at the leaving figure of the little elder sister foolishly, and stood there for a long time, before he recovered for a while, sadly patted his horse towards the mountain.

After he had left for a long time, another person emerged from the ground, not someone else, but Li Chengfeng.

After killing a carbine, he discovered that the incomparably immature-looking man in front of him was the great brother Zhang Tongchen who had guarded the hidden sword pavilion for more than sixty years and had a crush on the little sister's life!

At this moment, Li Chengfeng wanted to catch up and say apologize and gratitude to him solemnly, but he stood there staring blankly in the direction where the big brother was leaving for a long time before sighing heavily.

Li Chengfeng took off the Potian Sword with his backhand, and sighed in a low voice, "Hundred years of grievances are difficult to resolve. It's time to go back!"