Bang!

The spear fell to the ground.

The gun body hit the ground, making a loud noise, as if it was a desolate and lonely cry.

Fuling Tian had no expression on his face, and he didn't even look at the bloody corpse on the ground, leaving Fengyuntai without hesitation.

"Pilitang won this battle."

Liu Xuezong's emotional voice floated from the air, as if nothing in front of him could not arouse any turmoil.

Ye Qingyu sighed in his heart.

Shangguan Jiyun avenged his father and slept with firewood and tasted gall for many years. Unfortunately, he was unable to catch his strength and eventually died tragically on the spot.

The atmosphere is miserable and regrettable.

After all, not everyone in this world can succeed in revenge, not all challenges can be fulfilled, and not all blood on the wind and cloud platform is not shed by evil people. Many Avengers have also left their lives here. If they fail to revenge, they will lose their lives. I don’t know if future generations can still uphold justice for them.

This is the cruelty of the martial arts world.

The blood of the strong man was flowing on the wind and cloud platform, and the blood was not dry.

The bloody picture makes people discolor.

However, this is just the beginning of the cruel massacre.

Just when many people were still sighing about Shangguan Jiyun's death and before they could react, someone on the storm came on stage to invite the battle.

"It's my turn!"

The atmosphere was a bit cold, but suddenly a clear and beautiful voice broke the cold and stalemate.

Everyone turned their heads and looked at them.

On the floating peak in the northeast direction, a woman with a beautiful appearance came with a sword fell on the Fengyuntai.

She was wearing a long skirt with white and green, embroidered with silver thread and peony, and a silver thread totem outlined on the moon-white boots. She had a beautiful appearance and elegant figure, as beautiful as a fairy in the moon.

"I am Lin Yueping, the 161st generation palace master of Yuexian Palace, today I challenge the monk Juechen of Shanjue Temple."

Lin Yueping's voice is sweet and gentle.

She drew her sword with her backhand, and the three-foot green edge fell between her slender palms. With a wave of her right hand, a gust of sword sounds echoed constantly.

The sword in her hand was more than three feet tall, and the sword was as thin as a cicada's wings and crystal clear as glass. It was called the [Moon God Sword], and it was also one of the famous divine weapons in the Qing Jiang Realm.

The Moon God Sword emitted a cold light in her palm, the sword blade trembled, and the sword edge pointed to a floating peak hundreds of miles away.

A low sigh came from the air.

The clouds gathered and condensed in the air, setting up a cloud bridge like an iron chain.

Then, on the floating peak pointed by the sword light, a monk wearing a moon-white cassock and a bamboo net hat nodded and walked slowly.

...

"Hahahaha, I knew there would definitely be them at the Fengyun Sword Contest!"

The disciples of Xingsu Tiangong took the lead in speaking out.

Then there were whispers coming from dozens of floating peaks.

"I didn't expect that Yueping would come today..."

Among the members of Bailing Sect, a middle-aged beautiful woman talked to herself.

Ye Qingyu looked at the monk who slowly took a step and occasionally pulled a Bodhi rosary in his hand, and couldn't help but feel curious that this monk was actually related to people in the world.

Hu Bugui has heard some rumors, but he only heard that Lin Yueping and this monk were married. He has been childhood sweethearts and has a very good relationship. But for some reason, the groom was ordained on the day of his marriage. After decades, Lin Yueping would sit in front of Shanjue Temple every year on their wedding day, without eating or drinking or saying anything.

This incident once became a big joke in the Qing ginger world after dinner.

...

Juechen just stepped onto the wind and cloud platform.

Lin Yueping waved her right hand, and the sword energy condensed, and the already crystal clear sword body was now flashing with colorful light.

"Donor, why are you suffering? On the storm, you will never stop. Why do you and me solve the problem with life and death?"

Juechen still did not look up at Lin Yueping, his voice was calm and ethereal.

"Juechen, the grudge between us has been too long, and it has been so long that the moon has been full for thousands of times. I am afraid that if I don't resolve it, I will forget you."

Lin Yueping, whose eyebrows were slightly frowning, had a trembling voice, and her eyes were filled with infinite sadness.

"Oh, donor, the past is just a passing cloud. Only by letting go of the obsession in your heart can you be liberated."

Juechen stopped and pulled the rosary in his hand, and finally looked up at Lin Yueping, but his eyes were as deep as the ocean, and he was calm.

"Just treat it as my obsession. Today, no matter who lives or dies, I will have no regrets."

Lin Yueping Xuanzhi wanted to cry, but she waved her sword away the next moment.

Two moon-colored figures on the wind and clouds are flowing, extremely chic.

During the first few breaths of moves, Juechen simply gave in, but used the power of a rosary to resist the sword energy and resolved it and pushed it open to the wall of the barrier.

There was no murderous aura all over the monk.

On the contrary, Lin Yueping fought with all her might without mercy.

...

"I didn't expect that women would be very cruel too."

"No, I've been laughed at by the Lord of Yuexian Palace for decades. This deep hatred is no smaller than the one who took away the magic weapon."

"I don't want to keep the beauty in my arms, but I want to be a monk with the ancient Buddha in the green lamp. I don't know what Juechen thought."

"I heard that since Juechen was born, he had jade in his mouth, and a Buddhist scripture was engraved on the jade face. Maybe he was born to be a monk's material."

"Hahahaha, if I had known this, I might as well give the Lord of the Yuexian Palace to me."

"This woman has been angry and has been chasing her for decades. I didn't expect you to like this kind of tigress."

This battle is no longer as hard as the previous two death-torn battles, and everyone was bored. Occasionally, a few floating peaks started chatting.

On the floating peaks closest to Fengyuntai, the palace master of Tian Yao Palace held a glass wine glass in his hand and looked at the two people chasing and blocking the Fengyuntai with great interest.

Several men with prominent scholars in the Tianyu Demon Sect also became interested in the young and beautiful palace master of Yuexian Palace.

...

Bang

Suddenly, a tremor broke out on the Fengyuntai.

This sudden movement caused everyone to concentrate on their eyes.

Lin Yueping's Yuexian Sword slashed Juechen's rosary holding a bead in his hand, cutting out a half-fingered gap in the thousand-year-old Bodhi.

At this time, Lin Yueping was already in disorder and had mostly exhausted her energy.

Juechen looked at the Rosary, then looked at Lin Yueping, who was pale and sweating on her forehead, opened slightly, and wanted to speak but stopped.

He hadn't had time to say anything.

Lin Yueping suddenly raised her true energy and raised her sword. She rushed into the air, snatching the soul with one sword and stabbing the monk Juechen.

At the critical moment, Juechen raised his head and continued to defeat him with a rosary.

But he never thought that at this moment, Lin Yueping's eyes were filled with despair, and a drop of tears fell down her cheeks, and then she shouted with a delicate voice, and the sword tip of the Moon God Sword turned and pointed at him.

The Yuexian Sword burst out with colorful mysterious light, and drove straight into Lin Yueping's chest.

"Yueping..."

Juechen's eyes, which were as painful as the sea of ​​suffering, finally showed a look of panic.

He flashed past his hands and caught the fallen Lin Yueping.

Lin Yueping's breath was weak, her eyes were gradually weakening, but her mouth was filled with a smile, as if she had finally realized what she was thinking.

"How could I not know your intentions? It's just that I can't save it, I myself..."

After saying that, his energy dissipated and his hand, which was raised in the air to touch Juechen's face, fell down dejectedly.

The prick anger on the wind and cloud platform, the mottled blood stains left by Lin Yueping on the moon white robe are like the red plum blossoms blooming in winter.

Silent, long-lasting silence.

There was only the sound of wind passing by in the air and the sound of clouds surging.

No one disturbed the two people who were separated by life and death in this life.

I don’t know how long it took, but it seemed that the blood on Juechen’s body had already dried up. He picked up Lin Yueping, whose body was slightly stiff, with a expressionless face, but his eyes revealed the desolation of desolation.

Juechen took a step towards the Kong, hugged Lin Yueping and left, leaving only a few behind him who were awakened and the disciples of Shanjue Temple who came to chase after the sword.

On the storm, a life-and-death battle is fought to the death, and never ends.

Over the past century, how many grudges and revenge have been repaid, and how many lives have been left on this storm?
To be continued...