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Spring March.

Eight hundred sects of flying snow.

Compared to the broken world in the middle edge of the Tianxi Mirror and the yellow sand road in the deserted and ruined city, the eight hundred falling snow with lush vegetation, clear water and green mountains is naturally extraordinarily elegant. It is like flying catkins wandering through the mountains and rivers, exploring flowers and water in silence, lest I be startled.

Mountain people.

Who is on the mountain?

Above the Twelve Star River, there are twelve disciples guarding the temple in the Longxing Golden Temple Square. They are selected from the sects under their seats to take turns. Their ages vary, and their cultivation levels range from Chonghui to Yuanshen. The same is true for other temples.

Normally, the Twelve Star River Palace does not need to be on duty. Because after the Holy Sacrifice Ceremony, the sky was filled with stars, the Nine Golden Orchid always lived here. In the hinterland of the Star River, there is the Temple of the Holy Lord and the mythical beast Lei Ze. Not to mention the evil ones, it is mosquitoes.

Even flies and hamsters cannot escape the perception of those two giant creatures, and every slightest movement of wind and grass is revealed.

The current situation is special. In order to attend the Emperor Wu Tears World Meeting, Liancheng Jue personally led Jiu Jinlan and the eight hundred strong men out of Xingchuan. Except for those who were locked up in the forbidden land of dry cliffs with unknown depths of mountains and rivers, they could not escape or were punished for their crimes.

The senior prisoners who have not seen the light of day for hundreds of thousands of years occasionally have spiritual apertures to transform into calamities and cultivate themselves. The eight hundred sects of Tiandong, where many talented people are born, are now empty, and the wind and snow can fall.

How can you miss this God-given opportunity?

In the night, a black wind suddenly passed over the Star River, the treetops moved slightly, and a black figure appeared in the Dragon Star Golden Palace Square with flying snow.

The twelve disciples guarding the palace immediately became vigilant and gathered together.

Yang Huaili, who was the highest senior and cultivated person among the twelve and was born in the Qingmu Sect, held the unsheathed four-foot long sword in his left hand and pointed at the black figure with a cold light: "Who is coming?"

The black shadow smiled and said: "My name is Mirage."

The disciples on both sides looked at each other. Yang Huaili, the elder of the Qingmu Sect, also did not understand the meaning of this name. He said to himself: "Don't break into the Xingchuan forbidden area. I think you are ignorant, retreat quickly, otherwise you will not be shot."

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The black shadow laughed: "It is a rare opportunity given by God, how can it be returned without success?"

After saying that, the uninvited guest walked towards the Dragon Star Golden Palace. Every time the black shadow took a step, the surge of cultivation energy all over his body became more and more terrifying, and the wind and snow were even as violent as a tornado surrounding him.

Yang Huaili and his eleven disciples retreated step by step, enveloped by the terrifying coercion and soaked in sweat. When they reached the threshold of the Golden Palace and could no longer retreat, Yang Huaili, who was about fifty years old, gave an order in a deep voice, and the disciples pointed their swords in black.

It evolved from the stars in the sky and was carefully perfected by Tianjixing. The small star battle formation, which requires the formation of twelve disciples together, is extremely effective and can raise the level of the formation hub to one level.

At this moment, Yang Huaili handed the sword to Heiyi with his spiritual orifice cultivation blessed by the formation. He never thought that he would be knocked back in the next moment. His body knocked over the eleven disciples who were forming the formation, and they lay in a mess.

When they fall in front of the palace, their vitality may be completely gone, and their flesh and blood may be blurred, or their muscles and bones may be broken into pieces, rolling around and groaning.

The same picture scene is also played out in other Xingchuan Golden Palace Squares.

The man in black who called himself Mirage stepped over the corpses and walked to Yang Huaili, who was pale and unable to get up. He raised his foot and stepped on the latter's chest, secretly applying force to crush him, and said with a sarcastic smile: "It's just a spiritual orifice."

Realm dares to hand over the sword to me, Tiandong Eight Hundred Sect really has no successor!"

Blood continued to overflow from his mouth. The dying Yang Huaili hugged the black-clothed mirage's legs and feet, glaring at him fiercely.

The black-clothed mirage lowered his head and said with a disdainful smile: "Just stare, it's the last look anyway."

The black-clothed guest who claimed to be a mirage said that a terrifying force was sent to his legs and feet, shattering all the spiritual acupoints and energy veins in Yang Huai and Li Zhou's body.

The corpse is an eyesore and can be kicked away at will...

A snowy night in March in spring.

Four uninvited guests named Mirage, Defeat, Gou, and Teng led a group of people to attack the Twelve Stars River at night. They killed more than a hundred disciples guarding the palace, broke into the forbidden area of ​​Lei Palace, and released all the Twelve Stars who suppressed them.

Before leaving, in order to vent their resentment, the heavenly dragons and demons went crazy and bloodbathed one sect. They also threatened that when the alien demon soldiers break through the Helan Mountains and massacre the whole world, it will be the time when the Twelve Stars of the Sky will return to the 800 sects to settle old scores.

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The east wind is not warm.

In the snowy spring of March, a slightly cold wind blows, stirring up dust and smoke on the deserted and uninhabited official road.

It was the early morning of the second day of the Tianxiahui. There was a figure in simple clothes and a bamboo hat, walking alone along the straight road outside the imperial capital. He didn't feel so lonely. He just didn't understand why he was always separated from the world.

Out of place.

Perhaps he was worried because the only one who was incompatible with him was his senior brother.

A lone horseman was rushing towards Xiongcheng, and the man riding the horse was Han Yi, who was born in Wujing Mountain and was known as the invincible man. Han Yi, the Great Wuzong, reined in his horse and stopped suddenly, hugging his fists towards the man in the bamboo hat.

Then he walked slowly: "I didn't expect that there is a real swordsman in the seventy-two peaks of Kunlun Sword Pavilion."

Wang Xiaoer, a man in a bamboo hat, grinned. He didn't know whether he heard praise or ridicule in this emotion.

So he asked: "If Master Wu Jing leaves now, won't he worry about violating some people's wishes and being held accountable afterwards?"

Han Yi said: "Brother Wang is joking! No matter who is the leader of the world, Han has no objection, and Wu Jingshan has no position from the beginning to the end. Moreover, the way Han practices is to use one to be equal to a thousand on the battlefield.

A martial artist's skills, punches and fists are enough to cut through mountains and rivers. They are not suitable for a fight in the ring. There is no use in staying here, so it is better to leave early..."

Wang Xiaoer then said: "It's better to go early

Leave early to meet the heroes of Tianxi and guard the Central Plains City together?"

Han Yi, the Great Wuzong, looked brightly in his eyes: "Brother Wang also has this plan?"

Wang Xiaoer shook his head: "I have no ambition to win, nor do I have the sword to save the common people. I won't go to Zhongyuan City. It would be better to go back to the Fang Inn at the foot of Kunlun and work as my waiter."

Han Yi gradually stopped walking.

Looking at the back of the bamboo hat from horseback, it was like seeing a sky-holding sword trapped in a sheath, and I couldn't help but sigh in my heart.

…

All the seats on the top of the Emperor's Tomb Mountain are empty.

The various heroes and giants attending the Tianxia Conference, headed by Bodhi Academy and Tiandong, were standing on the Immortal Immortal Immortal Reduction Platform, lined up from south to north, facing the wind and snow. On the opposite side, led by the Imperial Alliance and Kunlun Sword Pavilion, the other vassals and the emperor

The co-hosts of the world without tears also extend from the center to the north and south in order. When viewed from the sky and clearing the clouds, they look like two dazzling parallel sword lights lying across the north and south, facing each other from a distance.

There is no discussion on the agenda of the Tianxia Conference today, only seven disputes.

The heroes who originally held different positions, such as those who wanted to protect their lives but did not help each other, or who had other candidates in mind for the common leader of the world, but who had to give up temporarily due to various reasons due to the general trend, now no longer stick to their own opinions and choose a camp.

After all, the general trend is the general trend and the alien race is suppressing the situation. There is no room for side effects.

…

Standing against the wind and snow, the black-robed and silver-haired Luo Changfeng quietly looked at the opposite person. The person facing him a hundred feet away was undoubtedly the white-robed and white-haired Emperor Wu Lei who was holding a fan in his hand and smiling.

Next to Di Wulei was the King's Sword Muyun Sword City, the master of Kunlun's seventy-two strange peaks, whose sword intent could not be suppressed and condensed into wisps of white gossamers swirling around him.

The two of them stood side by side, and there was no distinction between their superiority and inferiority.

On the right side of Emperor Wu Lei, looking north, there are the Baihua Fairy of Baihua Island in the South China Sea with a basket of flowers on her wrist, green silk and jade shoulders, the leader of the green, purple and black robes, Gongshu, Ouyang, Fifth, Shangguan, Shen, Han, Qin and Chu. , Tie, Cao and other thirteen criminal generals are the contemporary heads of the family, Beixue Kuai Dao Qiu Beixue, Pijiamen sword crosses Liang Bing, Zhenshan Zhongkui, Zangdi Shuhun, Nanhai Night Rider, Louvre Master Luo Shitong, Stele Carver Gongsun Courtesy, Ten Thousand Beasts Villa, Hundreds of Refinements and Qianrou, Xuanyang Sect Zhao Wumian...

On the left side of Muyun Sword City, facing south, there is the old man Ye Baishuang of Shoufeng Pavilion who lived in seclusion in Kunlun after his defeat in asking for swords and stars. The old sword cultivator with terrifying strength, the sword-forging city's ups and downs, Bai Dengdao general Li Fenghou, who has achieved ten thousand bones, the Chen family and the Sun family among the six surnames and ten clans, and the Tiannan Alliance whose position is erratic and should be changed. There are many wealthy merchant families in the camp, and there are nearly a hundred powerful vassal sects from all over the world...