Chapter 626

The West fairy world collapses, and all the powers leave. On the starry sky, two figures, one big and one small, move forward in parallel, toward the ink star.

Fairyland and his party gained a lot. When the queen mother of the West disappeared, the affirmative answer dissipated a lot of doubts that had been lingering in his heart.

He didn't know when he could find a real way to bring the dying back to life, but as long as there was a glimmer of hope, he would stick to it.

In addition, there is one thing that he can't understand all the time. Before the queen mother of the West disappeared, he had to draw out the Tianhe river with a gold hairpin and bury the black whirlpool at the end of the fairyland.

What can make the Lord of the Western fairyland care about is certainly unusual. What is the huge black whirlpool?

As for Fengshen, there are still too many unknowns. He never thought that one day, the person he can't trust is himself.

Walking for many days, Mo Xing is in front of him. Ning Chen converges and takes a little girl to step into it.

On the stage of jiyufeng Road, Mo mountain, Mo master felt that he opened his eyes and looked at the distance. A trace of brilliance flashed by, which was hard to describe.

After a while, the figure in black came forward, bowed and said respectfully, "master"

Master Mo nodded and said, "just come back, go back and have a rest first"

"yes"

Ning Chen saluted again and immediately left.

Outside the message peak, the big hand leads the small hand, and they open their mouth to "why" Ning Chen and frown.

"No reason, the winner is strong, younger martial brother, you win"

Ling Yun said in a soft voice with a smile.

Body out, sword edge out of the body, a touch of blood dripping, beautiful and beautiful.

Victory or defeat is clear, at this moment, become fuzzy, difficult to distinguish.

Bai Hong flies into the wooden box, and the sound of the sword disappears.

"Ning Chen, the time is not early, elder martial brother will not stay you, please go back," Ling Yun said with a smile.

"Goodbye, younger martial brother"

after hearing the words, Ning Chen put down his doubts, politely saluted again, and immediately walked towards the ninth peak.

In the eighth peak, a touch of sadness flashed in Ling Luo's real eyes. She delayed her time, but pushed the Third Elder martial brother forward.

"Ling Luo, don't be sad for me. Everyone has a life. I have no regrets in my life"

a calm voice came, and there were not many waves. A sword fight ended my last regret.

"Elder martial brother, can't you really change it?" Ling Luo is really sad.

"Ninth younger martial brother is different from anyone I've ever met. Maybe you can get answers to your questions from him, but if you can't wait, you'll take a step first. I hope you can come later on Naihe bridge"

third peak, Ling Yun smiles faintly, carries his sword box and walks down the mountain.

On all the peaks, the four sons of the Mohist School bowed to their bodies and gave farewell to the Third Elder martial brother.

On the ninth peak, Ning Chen's eyes are more and more deep, looking at the Lingyun down the mountain, his heart is inexplicably heavy.

Although he could not feel the rest of the sword, he could also hear the desolation of the sword. This battle was not only a duel, but also a farewell.

Jiyufeng, Mo Zhu opens his eyes and looks at Lingyun leaving. For a long time, he sighs.

On the 10th, the mountain was as peaceful and peaceful as ever. However, on the 11th, a young man came up with a white rainbow sword box.

"Master Mo, brother Lingyun left a message to send this sword to the ninth peak"

on the Jiyu peak, the young man respectfully saluted, put down the sword box and said.

On the ground, the blood stained sword box is bright red, and the rainbow sword in the box is plaintive.

"You go," the ink master's old eyes flashed a touch of emotion, sighed.

"Xie Mo Zhu"

the young people salute respectfully.

Half an hour later, the young man climbed the ninth peak, looked at the figure in black in front of the peak and said respectfully, "Mr. nine, brother Lingyun asked me to send this sword, please accept it"

the sword box opened, and Bai Hong was lying in it quietly, weeping blood on the sword.

"Third Elder martial brother, er"

Ling Luozhen, Qi Huan and others appeared. When they saw Bai Hongjian, they felt a pain in their heart at the same time.

"The sword has been delivered. I'm leaving now"

the boy put down his sword box, saluted politely again and turned to leave.

"Excuse me, what's your name"

Ling Luo looked back at the boy and said.

The young man stopped, turned back and said calmly, "I'm just an ordinary swordsman. It doesn't matter to you guys what's my name. I'll see you later"

with that, the young man didn't say much and walked away.

The boy left. On the ninth peak, five figures looked at the white rainbow sword in the sword box and stood in silence. For a long time, the owners of the sixth and seventh peaks sighed deeply and walked away.

"Elder martial brother nine, since elder martial brother three gave you this sword, please put it away"

at last, Qi Huan looked at Bai Hong and sighed softly.

On one side, Ling Luo's hands were white, and his eyes were sad. Why, could their fate be like this?www.novelhall.com , the fastest update of the webnovel!