Mortal Bones

"Boom!..."

At this moment, the breath fluctuation of the headmaster Zhou Tong increased again, and there were sparks flashing on the flying sword in front of him.

"Tell me, who ordered you to disrupt the Seven Peaks Competition?"

The headmaster Zhou Tong looked at Xu Taiping coldly.

His words were just an excuse for his action this time.

It was precisely because of this excuse that the Black Dragon Elder on the side could not stand it, but still could not stop it.

"Headmaster, the disciple won fair and square, and all the brothers present are witnesses."

Xu Taiping stood up and raised his head.

After thinking clearly about the last step, he had nothing to worry about. The worst thing was that both sides would die.

Hearing this, the headmaster Zhou Tong smiled coldly.

As the breath fluctuations around him rose again, the flying sword in front of him swooshed and stabbed straight at Xu Taiping in front of him.

Facing this attack, Xu Taiping called out Sister Lingyue.

Liu Chuxuan awakened the ancestor Wuya.

Amon and Chen Hao, master and disciple, put their hands on the hilts of the swords.

"Boom!..."

But at this moment, a thunderous explosion sounded in the sky above Wulaotan.

Immediately afterwards, with a "bang", a huge figure slammed heavily on the Cangjianping.

Everyone looked closely and found that it was actually a ghost zombie.

Moreover, this ghost zombie had long hair, and unlike the ordinary ghost zombies, its face was withered and sallow. It was the most ferocious flying zombie among the ghost zombies.

"Zheng!——"

Just as the exclamations were heard on the field, a flying sword fell from the sky, and pierced the head of the flying zombie, which was not yet dead, and nailed it to the ground.

The sword body was extremely wide, simple in style, and engraved with ancient patterns.

More importantly, when the sword appeared, a sharp sword intent like the cold wind of the far north, wrapped in a majestic sword force full of ancient murderous aura, swept across the entire Wulaotan with a "boom".

In just a moment, the sword intent and sword force that the head Zhou Tong pressed on Xu Taiping were swept away.

"Bang!"

Amid the astonishment of the whole audience, a figure fell straight from the sky above Wulaotan, shaking the Cangjianping suddenly.

Everyone looked closely and saw that it was a young man wearing a green shirt, with a handsome face and sharp edges. On the young man's handsome face, a scar ran from his forehead through his eyebrows, and one of his arms was broken at the shoulder and replaced with a wooden puppet arm engraved with runes.

In just a moment of daze, someone on the field recognized the young man——

"The seventh peak, Dugu Qingxiao."

For a time, whether it was the surrounding Yunlou stands or the seats around Cangjianping, there were bursts of exclamations.

The most intense reaction came from the disciples of the Seventh Peak.

"Second Senior Brother, he's still alive!"

"Second Senior Brother is still alive, our Second Senior Brother is still alive!"

"Second Senior Brother!"

Men like Wu Liang shouted loudly, and Zhou Liang, who was best friends with Dugu Qingxiao, laughed wildly.

Jiang Zhi and Wu Mo held each other's hands tightly, their eyes full of excitement.

Before today, the Second Senior Brother had always been the backbone of the Seventh Peak. As long as he was there, the disciples of the Seventh Peak were not afraid of any trouble.

These days, everyone said that the Second Senior Brother had died in the Fallen Dragon Abyss. Although the disciples of the Seventh Peak did not believe it, they had heard it so many times that they could not help but have some doubts in their hearts. Over time, they all held their breath.

Now that they saw the Second Senior Brother coming back, they finally released the breath that had been pent up in their chests for a long time.

Opposite the Seventh Peak, Xu Ziyan from the Sixth Peak stood there motionless as if petrified after recognizing the figure on the stage, and then began to tremble all over. She could only bite her lips hard to prevent herself from sobbing.

She was not only worried about Qingxiao, but also blamed herself.

After returning from the Thousand Buddhas Country, she always felt that if it were not for her burden, Qingxiao would never be so seriously injured, and there would be no need to risk going to the Fallen Dragon Abyss to seek a breakthrough.

Now that she saw Qingxiao return safely, she could finally let go of her self-blame.

Among these people, the one who was least surprised by Qingxiao's appearance should be Xu Taiping.

Because from beginning to end, he firmly believed that the second senior brother would abide by the promise of the two.

"Little Junior Brother, you have worked hard."

At this moment, Dugu Qingxiao turned his head and looked at Xu Taiping with a smile.

His voice was hoarse like a broken gong, and it was not as clear and hearty as before.

Xu Taiping glanced at Dugu Qingxiao's neck and immediately understood.

There was a long wound on Dugu Qingxiao's neck, which seemed to cut off his entire head.

Xu Taiping's heart trembled when he saw the wound, and then he shook his head and said:

"Second Senior Brother, you are the one who has worked hard."

Qingxiao grinned, then reached out and patted Xu Taiping's shoulder with a gentle look and said: "According to the agreement, the next step is handed over to Second Senior Brother."

"Yes." Xu Taiping smiled and nodded heavily.

At this time, the voice of the head of the sect suddenly sounded--

"Dugu Qingxiao, your junior brother is suspected of colluding with the demon cultivators. I will continue to interrogate him. You have nothing to do here, go down!"

Hearing this, Dugu Qingxiao slowly turned his head.

He did not look at the head of the sect Zhou Tong, but reached out to the sword inserted in the flying zombie's head, and then heard a sword sound like a dragon's roar, and the bone sword flew straight into his hand.

Until then, Qing Xiao raised his head and looked at Zhou Tong steadily.

"Master Zhou."

After a while, he first called Zhou Tong with a hoarse voice, and then stabbed the huge ancient sword in his hand heavily into the ground, and shouted at Zhou Tong with a louder voice, like a wild beast roaring:

"You bully my little junior brother like this, do you think that all the people in our seven peaks are dead?"

While roaring, the huge bone sword in his hand also made a roar like the roar of a blue dragon.

Faced with this roar.

Not only ordinary disciples, but even high-level cultivators like Amon and Liu Chuxuan were shocked.

It seemed that the person standing on the Cangjianping was not a person, but an ancient evil dragon.

A real dragon, not a flood dragon!