Peerless Sword Fairy Signed In For Three Thousand Years

　　 "Otherwise, let's leave..." The young people retreated a little.

After all, a few days ago, a senior in their sect walked toward this side when exploring, but in the end there was no news, and they walked all the way, and they saw the traces left by that senior. ,result…

　　 got here and stopped abruptly.

　　 "We should really leave, but we have to wait a while until the monster has completely retreated, otherwise, we will just go back now."

　　 These young people sighed and grabbed the hilt of the sword hard, as if they wanted to see if they had completely withdrawn from the fear they just had.

　　 But at this time.

　　 "Wait, how do you feel that the black fog has faded a bit?"

　　 Suddenly, the young man couldn't help but his complexion changed slightly.

　　 At this moment, they are in the black mist. The misty substance makes them feel a gloomy and depressive feeling. However, they discovered it, but moving forward, the black mist seems to be more indifferent!

　　 "Indeed, I didn't pay attention just now. It seems to be a lot lighter here than when I was there just now..."

　　 They looked at each other.

　　 there is a guess in his heart.

　　 Could it be...

　　 They boldly continued to move forward. Sure enough, the black mist in front of them was dispelled. It turned out to be a place like their sect that was not completely eroded by the black mist!

　　 Their faces trembled.

"This…"

　　 "In the dark mist, there really are other sects! So, the brother here is killed by the monster or the sect here... Except for our Dari Sword Sect, other sects still exist."

　　 Their faces are solemn.

　　 If it is the former, then it can only be said that it is confession, but if it is the latter... declare war? then what?

　　 Seeing blood in this dark fog state is very meaningful...

　　 After all, everyone's nerves are stretched to the extreme.

　　 "Let’s inquire about the news of this sect first, and see how their strength is... Then we will report back to the sect, Feng Yang, your body style is the best, go and find out."

　　 A thin man nodded slightly, and when he mentioned his body style, his pair of eyes unconsciously surged with confidence.

He has cultivated the Great Sun Step in the Great Sun Sword Sect to its peak state. He has a unique talent in the cultivation of the body technique, but the level of the Great Sun Step is only the peak of the spiritual level, which is worse than the return to the true body technique. There are too many, and his biggest dream in this life is to be able to step into the extreme realm of Shenfa!

　　 He believes that he can definitely control the loss of vision.

　　 Success or failure is only a matter of time.

　　 "Let's go." A group of disciples nodded slightly. They all hid outside and asked the young man named Qin Fengyang to inquire about the news.

　　 "Be careful, if you have any news, immediately notify us with Lingyu."

Qin Fengyang nodded: "Okay, no problem. By the way, do you have any feelings? I always feel strange, that is, I always feel a sense of panic. This feeling is stronger than when the monster chased us just now. "

"Have it?"

　　 "Well, that is no."

　　 Qin Fengyang murmured, then turned around and disappeared.

　　 There seemed to be a shadow flashing past where they couldn't see.

　　...

　　 The sky was just getting bright, and Xiaozangjing Pavilion was a newly reclaimed place. A large number of disciples arrived here early in the morning, some began to conduct swordsmanship statistics, and some were patrolling.

　　 "Strange, how come it feels like something has suddenly rushed past, have you seen it?"

　　 At this time, a disciple suddenly glanced at the position behind him strangely, and couldn't help but shrink his neck.

　　 "No, you feel wrong, right?"

　　 The Da Luo Jianzong disciples around looked at him strangely.

"Are you in a trance? I remember that big brother asked if there are any chickens last week. I think there is a problem. Is there any internal information in the sect that I, Mr. Jiang, don’t know? Tell me, you. Did you find a chicken?"

　　 The disciple looked weird: "Are you serious?"

　　 "Fart, serious people who ask serious chicken?"

　　 A group of disciples gaggle.

　　At this moment, Qin Fengyang's eyes in the dark were a bit of disdain.

　　 Most of these disciples are only in the Heavenly Aperture Realm.

　　 He looked around, and it seemed that there was only one disciple in the state of mind.

　　 "This sect seems to be very weak, but they seem to have mastered the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion. There should be a lot of swordsmanship in it. If they can be annexed, it will greatly improve the overall strength of the Dahi Sword Sect."

　　 And it seems that the strength of this sword sect is not strong.

and many more! Listen to them, this seems to be the branch of the Daluo Jianzong?

　　 Then you should have a part of the Da Luo Sword Sutra, right?

　　 When he thinks of the Da Luo Jianjing, even if he knows it is incomplete, there is a touch of greed in his eyes.

　　 He took out a piece of luster and warm jade from his arms.

　　 rubbed it a few times.

　　 This thing is called Lingyu.

　　 can be said to be the only means of communication in the dark mist.

　　 is rubbed on it in a special way, and infused with spiritual energy, then it can generate text on other people's spiritual jade.

　　 "This turned out to be a branch of the Great Luo Jianzong? And it seems that the strength does not seem to be strong, and even the internal disciples have very few thoughts on the aura..."

　　 At this moment, the faces of the disciples waiting in the periphery moved.

　　 Da Luo Jianzong!

　　 That sword sect full of endless legends back then...

　　The ultimate attack on the Great Luo Jianjing...

　　 And most importantly, under the erosion of the black mist, the strength of this sect is not strong!

　　 At least Qin Fengyang was walking around in the sect, UU reading www.uukanshu.com didn't even find any powerful mind state!

　　 "In this case, let's go in and take a look."

　　 A group of people couldn't help but smile.

　　 "Where is Fengyang?"

"He continued to go deep into the sect to see if he found anything, but he should have a sense of measure and would not touch the place where the strongest power inside the sect really exists. The camel is dead and is bigger than the horse, so he still Be careful."

　　……

　　 Zhang Sanjian was recovering from his injuries cross-legged in his room.

　　 As everyone knows, at this moment, there are already a pair of eyes outside that see here.

　　 "It turns out that the current strongest of the Great Luo Jianzong should be this old man, with a very strong aura like an abyss, but now it seems to have been severely injured. This is the opportunity of the Great Sun Jianzong!"

　　 Outside the window, a figure seemed to hide in a shadow, no one was around. If it weren't very close, then he would not have been spotted.

　　 This Qin Fengyang is indeed a genius in physical form!

　　 But at this time.

　　 His pupils suddenly shrank and his complexion was pale, not good! I'm being watched!

He quickly disappeared in place, and then ran towards the outside frantically. There was a jungle adjacent to the black mist. He shuttled wildly through it. His body style was urged to the extreme, and every step of his foot was golden. The ripples spread, and the speed is extremely terrifying.

　　 However, behind him, he always seemed to have a shadow, chasing after him. The speed of the shadow was not fast or slow, but it was as if he had stepped into his rhythm, and he was never left behind.

　　 That kind of feeling is like a mouse being teased by a cat!

　　 I was stared at by something ghost!

　　 Qin Fengyang's eyes flickered, and his eyes were full of terror. His body style was completely suppressed!