Cave.

Li Xunhuan walked out slowly and saw A Fei with one arm.

The latter looked at him excitedly, and then told him with heavy words what had happened during this period.

After hearing this, Li Xunhuan trembled all over and clenched his fists and said, "I didn't expect that I was still too late, Master Qinglian..."

"This is not your mistake. No one expected that the Demon Cult's movements would be so fast and so ruthless!" Ah Fei held Li Xunhuan's shoulder.

The latter slowly raised his head and stared at him: "A Fei, the situation is now declining, and the Tao has gone long. I must do my last effort."

A Fei said: "What do you want to do?"

Li Xunhuan said: "I want you to send a message to the Demon Sect. Five days later, I will wait for their leader at the top of Songshan."

A Fei was silent for a while, nodded and said, "Okay!"

Among the Demon Cult, Yan She quickly got the news, and his answer was only one word, "Okay!"

He looked up at the sky with a very lonely expression.

For some reason, he felt that he was about to leave this world.

A ray of light brewed deep in his soul, emitting an indescribable brilliance, transcending time and space, and traversing the dimension.

He looked at a child who was only six or seven years old outside the hall.

"May I have your name?"

"Zhuo Yu!"

"From now on, your name is Gongziyu!"

"If I have never come back to the trip to Songshan, I will be in charge of this sect. I will give it to him when he grows up." Pointing at him, Yan She said this to Jing Wuming.

The latter was stunned: "Actually you don't have to go. With our power, no matter how powerful Li Xunhuan's flying knife is, it is just another Yu Qinglian, and his manpower will eventually be exhausted..."

Yan She shook her head, looked at the sky and said, "It's not like that, just remember what I said."

Although Jing Wuming was puzzled, he nodded.

So, Yan She embarked on the road to the top of Mount Song.

He didn't bring anyone, he was alone.

People live in the world and are lonely, and they only have themselves.

The world is long, but I am alone.

The spring breeze blows on the earth, the cold dissipates, and it has been another year on earth.

"You are the leader of the Demon Sect!" At the foot of Songshan Mountain, a figure stopped Yan She's steps.

"Who are you?" Yan She asked.

"Long Xiaoyun!" said the visitor coldly.

"Are you here to avenge your son?"

"good!"

When Long Xiaoyun was talking, a crazy yellow-faced man appeared next to him and stabbed Yan She with a sword.

"Are you Hu Bugui?" Yan She grabbed his sword with her palm, and the gold and silver light surged in her hand, which was particularly eye-catching.

"It's Hu crazy man." The man laughed, but his expression was extremely solemn.

"You shouldn't have come." Yan She shook her head and said, "Your martial arts is actually not as weak as the old man Tianji, but in front of me, it's still too bad."

"There is no way, who made me owe Long Xiaoyun a favor? Sometimes I have to pay back the favor with my life!" Hu Bugui looked at Yan Sheqiyi's hands, took out a gourd from his waist, and drank it in a big mouthful.

After drinking, he attacked Yan She again.

Then he died.

The throat was crushed by the hands of Jin and Silver.

Long Xiaoyun looked at this scene and sighed: "As expected, he is not your opponent."

Yan She said: "Since you know, why do you still come?"

Long Xiaoyun said: "Because I am a husband and a father."

He took out a silver spear and stabbed Yan She.

"So that's it!" Yan She nodded, grabbed his hands, the silver spear shattered, and his life was gone.

Before his death, Long Xiaoyun looked at Songshan and said, "Li Xunhuan, I have been sorry for you all my life, but I don't regret anything because I love her. Today I finally don't owe you anything..."

Why not owe it?

Yan She understood what he meant.

The reason why Long Xiaoyun appeared at this moment was not just to avenge his revenge, but more importantly, he wanted to use his life and consume his energy.

In the battle between masters, as long as there is a slight difference, it may be the distance between life and death.

All he had to do was to consume Yan Han's true power as much as possible to increase Li Xunhuan's chances of winning.

For this, he gave his life.

But he can also proudly say that he will not owe anyone any more and will die without regrets.

Yan She stepped past his body and walked to the top of Mount Song.

The leader of the Demon Sect, Xiao Li Divine Sword, will fight a life-and-death battle on the top of Songshan Mountain. This news has spread throughout the world in five days.

Everyone knows that this is a duel that determines the fate of the martial arts world.

Xiao Li's flying sword is a perfect example. Can the myth be reproduced, eradicating the world's number one devil in one fell swoop, and turning the tide on the building?

Or may the devil be eliminated and the world is trapped in the devil?

Everyone was watching the battle.

But there was no one on Mount Song.

Yan She stepped on here and thought not long ago. At that time, there was a thousand-year-old temple, a holy place for martial arts, and a prosperous incense. It was the sacred place in the hearts of the people in the martial arts world.

It was him who destroyed the place with his own hands and turned it into a hell on earth.

Now, only the place is deserted.

The prosperity, prosperity, and horror of the past have all disappeared.

Things in the world are so ruthless. No matter how prosperous you are, you will eventually die.

No one is eternal, nothing is immortal.

"A thousand years later, the battle between you and me will be just another page in later history books. Even if the legend is legendary, it is just the past."

Yan She looked at the middle-aged man not far away.

Li Xunhuan's face was calm: "The way of heaven is natural, and everything has a day to wither. Since the leader understands this principle, why not let go of his persistence? Even if you win this battle, what if you still have the loess in a hundred years, and add a page to historic books in later generations."

Yan She shook her head and said, "That's true, as a mortal, we can only live in the present after all."

"Then... fight!"

...

The top of the mountain.

The wind is clear and the moon is cold.

There is no sound everywhere, but there is only a kind of loneliness.

Thinking of the vastness of the world, I was so sad that I burst into tears.

Yan She and Li Xunhuan looked at each other, and their murderous intent surged.

Yan She suddenly spoke, "I know you have mastered the Wuxiang Divine Art, but even so, you still have only one chance to do it."

"I only need one move."

A flash of sword light, and the unparalleled Xiao Li shot out the flying knife.

There is no word to describe the splendor of this sword, and no one can imagine the splendor of this sword.

From all over the world, from ancient times to the present, there is only this knife!

After making this knife, Li Xunhuan's hair and eyebrows turned snow-white in an instant.

It actually burned life, condensed life essence, and used life to launch this knife.

Yan She thought that his hands were invincible with gold and silver were enough to compete with this sword.

But it was not until he faced it that he realized that it was actually ridiculous.

Xiao Li’s flying sword does not rely on defense, but can resist it like hard work.

Because it condenses Li Xunhuan's lifelong spirit, and when it condenses a little, it has reached the state of "entering the spirit".

It is not only fast, but also extremely sharp.
To be continued...