Chapter 617 To Live Is to Humiliate

Most of the Qingshan Sword Boat in the front were disciples of Liangwang Peak. They sat cross-legged and directed the flying swords to attack the Yunmeng Formation. When they were nervous, they still couldn't help but look at the young man with an immature face and very light eyebrows at the bow of the boat from time to time.

Of course Guo Nanshan and the others knew Tong Yan, they just couldn't figure out why Tong Yan was here. What exactly is going on? Didn't it mean that Tong Yan is in retreat in Yunmeng Mountain? No, no, even if he has already left the customs, why is he still directing them to attack the Zhongzhou faction on the Qingshan sword boat?

This weird and absurd picture comes from a very long story.

Tong Yan is the best chess player in the world, and also the best story teller, but at this time there is no time, and there is no need to tell Nanshan and others.

In fact, he only told one story today, and that story was told to the corpse dog guarding Qingshan. That story was very convincing, so he was able to leave Qingshan Yinfeng and came to this Qingshan sword boat. When he came to Qingshan Jianzhou, he realized that his story was similar to Yuan Qijing's story, so he temporarily added a part.

That's what he's doing now.

Zhao Layue and the others were still in the hidden peak of the Qingshan Mountain at this time. They didn't have a flying sword, so naturally they couldn't come here.

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The Zhongzhou faction aggressively attacked Chaoge City, and all the strong men were there, so Yunmeng Mountain was naturally empty.

If Qingshan Sect wants to change the situation in Chaoge City, the easiest way is to aggressively attack Yunmeng Mountain.

This is the most common and low-level method in the military books of the mortal world, but it is very useful in this story.

Because no one dared to attack Yunmeng Mountain, never.

The Qingshan sect rewrote the history of the cultivation world of Chaotian Continent again today.

A white cloud came from Chaoge City, and Tan Zhenren came back.

He ignored the Qingshan sword boat that was attacking Yunmeng formation, looked at the wind and snow and said, "Give it up."

Yuan Qijing walked out of the snowstorm, looked at him expressionlessly and said, "Have you guys given up yet?"

At this time, in Chaoge City Palace, Bai Zao was slowly walking towards the main hall.

Tan Zhenzhen was silent for a while, and asked: "Do fellow Taoists really want Chaotian Continent to become a sea of ​​flames?"

Yuan Qijing and Fang Jingtian suddenly looked in the direction of Chaoge City, with serious expressions on their faces.

They felt that an unimaginable breath that should not exist in the world was descending.

Serenity means vigilance, not fear. They know that the battle between Qingshan Sect and Zhongzhou Sect is about to start, and they must capture Yunmeng Mountain before the situation in Chaoge City changes!

"Will it be destroyed? Let's fight first! If you can't control the affairs of the Zhongzhou faction, don't talk so much nonsense!"

Nan Wang's angry voice sounded in the sky, followed by countless piercing sounds, and countless sword strings turned into a comb in the sky, and then instantly condensed into a sword, stabbing at Yunmeng formation.

With a loud bang, the Yunmeng formation shook slightly, and an obvious damage appeared in the clear light.

Looking at this scene, everyone including Tan Zhenren was shocked.

We all know that Nan Wang has broken through the realm to the peak of breaking the sea a few years ago, but this sword... how could it be so strong, is she desperate?

Immediately afterwards, countless sword strings appeared in the sky again, roaring towards the Yunmeng formation.

Nan Wang was really crazy at this time.

Because she heard the thunder of Chaoge City and felt the familiar and most disgusting breath.

Even March is alive!

She is in Chaoge City!

That dead ghost of Jingyang is also there!

She was actually helping Jingyang fight an immortal!

And he couldn't even attack the Yunmeng Formation!

What a shame!

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"What a shame."

Tan Zhenren said with emotion, slowly opened his hands, and the Yunmeng formation moved accordingly.

To be surrounded and beaten by the enemy, the Zhongzhou School has never encountered such a situation in the past 30,000 years, even when the Blood Demon Cult was at its most arrogant, it did not dare to do such a thing.

Dozens of unprovoked sword strings in the sky suddenly disappeared without a trace.

The flying swords that were attacking the Yunmeng Formation were also disturbed and became a little restless.

Even Fang Jingtian and Master Guangyuan found that their sword blades were showing signs of instability.

Immediately afterwards, everyone heard their most familiar voice.

Whoosh whoosh!

That was the sound of flying swords piercing through the air.

Everyone in Qingshan looked up at the sky, and then saw the sword rain coming from the south.

Countless flying swords weave into a gleaming ribbon in the blue sky, as if to tie the sky, or to cut it off.

Seeing this spectacular scene, everyone fell silent, including Tan Zhenren.

There is only the sound of flying swords traveling at high speed between heaven and earth.

I don't know how long it took, there was a loud noise from Chaoge City in the distance, and then a spark could be seen faintly splashing, and disappeared without a trace in an instant.

Yuan Qijing looked over there and said with emotion: "Young Master Uncle is mighty."

"Little uncle is mighty!"

"Master Uncle is amazing!"

"The master is truly mighty!"

Outside Yunmeng Mountain, the disciples of Qingshan cheered one after another, but they called Jing Jiu differently, and they slowly stopped after a long time.

With a loud bang, the wind danced fiercely, and the thick clouds covering Yunmeng Mountain went away with the wind, and an extremely huge black shadow faintly appeared!

Facing the humiliation of the Qingshan Sect, Qilin finally couldn't control it anymore and let out a roar.

Just when all the Qingshan disciples thought that there would be a stormy attack, the Qilin's roar gradually disappeared, and the cloud and mist retracted again, covering Yunmeng Mountain again.

Higher up in the sky was a sea of ​​clouds, as flat as a blanket made of snow.

A black dog as huge as a mountain lay quietly on the sea of ​​clouds, turned its gaze towards Chaoge City, and looked into the depths of Yunmeng Mountain. It didn't make any sound, but its eyes were extremely indifferent.

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Master Bai left suddenly, and more than a dozen cloud boats withdrew collectively, and they left in such a hurry, everyone guessed that something happened to Yunmeng Mountain.

Looking at Chaotian Continent, the only one who can cause trouble in Yunmeng Mountain is the Qingshan Sect.

The reason why the Qingshan sect is today is because of two people.

Real person Taiping and real person Jingyang.

Countless eyes fell on the square, on Jing Jiu and Yin San.

At the same time as those gazes fell, there were several extremely powerful auras, which had locked Yin San to death.

Yimaozhai's bitter boat flew back again, and even Chanzi's Lianjia came to Chaoge City, and the atmosphere in the venue was still tense.

What Bu Qiuxiao used to lock up Yin San was of course the Longwei Inkstone.

The aura full of suppression and killing intent traveled through the space of more than ten miles, and landed on him accurately, ensuring that he could not escape like the last time he was in the West Sea.

Yin San was still calm, turned around to look at Ku Zhou and Lian Jia with a slight smile, and raised the bamboo flute in his hand again.

Looking at this scene, Bu Qiuxiao's expression was slightly chilled.

This time Yin San didn't play the flute, but waved it casually twice, the wind poured into the hole of the flute, making a noisy but strange and not unpleasant sound.

Countless flying swords rose from the ground, flying in a mess, but they did not collide with each other. They were twisted together like hemp ropes, forming a giant sword with a somewhat ugly shape, and slashed towards the bitter boat!

With such a huge sword, its power is naturally unimaginable, the wind is howling, and the vitality of the world is in chaos!

"All disciples retreat!"

Bu Qiuxiao gave a clear cry, summoning up all his righteousness, and wanted to fight this huge sword to the death.

There was a soft buzzing sound, the strong wind was still howling, and the giant sword suddenly stopped in the sky!

At some point, Jing Jiu had already stood up from the stone steps.

He pointed his right hand at the huge sword in the sky, his face pale.