Chapter 286

The old man is still standing in the original place, looking at the direction of Gu Fenghua and others disappear, with a very dignified look.

"My Lord, today's affair is due to Lord Fang's insatiable greed, but if you hurt the deacons outside the temple, you still despise the majesty of our temple. Why are you so partial to them?" A young man came behind him and asked.

"Remember what I told you about that, ten years ago?" The old man looked at the distance and said leisurely.

"You mean, the young men?" The young man has a look of awe.

"Yes, one of the sword skills they used at that time was exactly the one she used just now." When the old man said this, his face showed the color of fear.

The scene ten years ago is in my mind again.

He remembered clearly that it was a dark and windy night.

The moon is dark and the wind is high. In fact, it's a bit vulgar. Generally speaking, this word is followed by some bad things such as killing people and setting fire to heaven. But that night, there was no death or fire in Yaoshan village, but when he recalled the scene at that time, he felt that he had died once, maybe more than once.

They were four handsome young people with different body shape and temperament, but their faces were just the same.

At that time, the whole Yaoshan village, dozens of temple teachers, no one noticed their breath, only he found their whereabouts. Later, he learned that it was not because his cultivation was high enough, but because the other side deliberately let him find out. The reason was very simple. He asked him to open the teleportation array and send them to the temple.

They didn't even beat around the Bush, and didn't give him any reason. They just said, "open the teleportation array and send us to the temple. Please don't die!"

After many years, he still remembers the calm and domineering on his face, as if what he said was a normal thing, and the one standing in front of them was not a deacon in the temple, but a pitiful dog.

At that time, he was not only a deacon in the Xinghua temple, but also a master of soul Saint eight. Of course, he couldn't be frightened by his opponent's words. Because of his opponent's arrogance, he was furious and immediately drew out his sword to fight.

But immediately, he changed his mind - the youngest of the young people, with only one sword, let him completely give up the idea.

What a free and easy sword it was, and what an overbearing sword it was. When the sword passes by, the endless night sky seems to break through. The whole earth shudders under that sword, and all things in the world surrender under that sword.

That sword, in fact, is very short, but in his feeling, it seems to have gone through countless centuries. It was not until the light of the sword crossed the sky and returned to the scabbard that he found that he was soaked in cold sweat.

Perhaps he felt that this was not enough to make him yield, or he was not satisfied with his companion's sword. Several other young men also drew out their swords and waved their swords.

In contrast, the swords seemed silent and insipid, but he had a feeling that the whole world would be destroyed by the sword, as if the end had come.

The other side obviously overestimated him. The reason why the previous sword didn't make him yield was not because he was determined and courageous. He was just stunned.