Fengyunlu

This legendary magic weapon, under his superb footwork, seemed to be endowed with invincible martial arts power, and it matched his movements perfectly, and he could even ignore everything around him. Although the tricks used by the demon king before cleverly restricted Jiang He's range of activities and made him dare not take risks, he obviously did not expect the power of this magic weapon to be so strong, so the demon king's eyes now showed a bit of seriousness.

However, the demon king was still the demon king after all, and he had a unique vision, and he quickly saw through the mystery. He remembered that Jiang He's real purpose of coming this time was to aid Leiming Mountain, so although Jiang He's offensive seemed fierce, he was actually making a feint to the east and attacking in the west, and his real target was still Leiming Mountain.

At this time, Mo Wenjian, who had been silent, also understood everything. He was very calm from beginning to end, and only took action when the golden dart flew over. He raised the Changli Sword in his hand, waved his left hand lightly, and a dazzling light suddenly flashed on the sword. Then his figure flashed, and the Changli Sword was swung, and the sword intent surged out like a tide.

The sword intent was so sharp that it could cut through any obstacle, but Mo Wenjian did not directly counterattack. Instead, he gathered several sword intents into a ball of light, about the size of a person, and with a slight shake, it wrapped Lei Xiao inside.

Lei Xiao had just attacked Lei Gong, but was severely injured by the meridian needle and was almost tricked by an outsider. Now he was surrounded by the light ball, and his face showed an expression of sudden enlightenment. Obviously, he had already sensed the terrifying aura in the enemy camp. If it weren't for this sword light shield, he might have been torn to pieces.

At this moment, three golden darts suddenly flew over. Jiang He hid in the dark. Although he saw the protection of Mo Wen Sword, he still couldn't believe that the legendary Nine Heavens Divine Weapon couldn't break this small ball of light.

"Bang!" Three golden darts hit the light ball, making a loud noise and causing ripples on the light ball, but after shaking for a while, there was no damage at all. The golden darts bounced back and turned into streams of light before disappearing.

"Huh..." Lei Xiao breathed a sigh of relief. Although he was protected by Mo Wenjian, the killing intent of the golden dart still made him uneasy. He felt that everything around him no longer existed. Only the killing intent became more and more condensed. Even the air and time and space seemed to dim at this moment. Fortunately, the sword shield blocked the golden dart. Lei Xiao breathed a sigh of relief and turned to Mo Wenjian and nodded to express his gratitude.

But Mo Wenjian ignored him and just stared in a certain direction with a faint smile on his face. He said softly, "Xiao Jianghe, why don't you come out?"

"Shua——" With the sound of clothes rustling, Jiang He appeared. The demon king also retracted his previous move. Thunder Mountain was calm and Jiang He slowly walked over.

Jiang He was wearing a khaki robe, looking solemn and majestic, and his nine-foot-tall body was even more heroic. His face was full of majesty, his eyes were sharp, and with his thick beard and curly long hair, he looked invincible.

He walked slowly towards me, and every step seemed to carry invisible air pressure, which made people hold their breath and concentrate. When he walked in front of Mo Wenjian, a trace of surprise flashed across his eyes, and his expression seemed a little unbelievable. He asked in a low voice: "Who are you?"

"Didn't you guess it?" Mo Wenjian answered lightly. Not only was there no hostility in his tone, but instead there was a hint of past familiarity and intimacy, as if the two of them were old friends.

Hearing this, Martial Saint Jiang He took a step back involuntarily, looking up and down at Mo Wenjian, as if he wanted to see through him. After a long while, he sighed deeply, his tone full of mixed emotions: "Alas, I should have thought of it earlier. You have the Changli Sword in your hand, and you can protect Lei Xiao with a cold sword. Except for the junior uncle back then, no one else in the world can do it. It's just..."

He wanted to ask more questions. Wasn't Mo Wenjian killed in the past? Why did he appear in Leiming now? Three hundred years ago, the Jianyin Sect was destroyed and no one escaped. How did he escape that disaster? How did he recover his cultivation and even become more powerful than before? There were too many questions.

But he didn't ask after all. Although the martial saint Jiang He was a little dull and slow to react, he still saw the essence of the matter clearly. His master had obviously kept something back before. If he hadn't been too worried about his master, didn't understand what his master meant, and thought that his master was injured in the sword formation, he wouldn't have acted impulsively, and wouldn't have fallen into this embarrassing situation now.

No matter what his master was planning, it was obvious that he was letting him go just now. When he arrived at Leiming, although he did not fight with the other party immediately, he roughly understood the situation here. Because his master was trapped in the sword formation, he was anxious, so he did not fight with the enemy. Once the sword formation was broken, he did not know the truth, and did not think much, so he directly tried to stop it.

But Mo Wenjian moved slightly, and his body movements were like flowing water, hidden and erratic, which surprised him at first sight. Although he was a little suspicious, he didn't dare to confirm it immediately. Until Mo Wenjian called him, the familiar feeling immediately came to his heart. In the past, the two of them fought, although Mo Wenjian and the Spring and Autumn Emperor had a good relationship in name, but as an elder, he didn't put on airs at all, but interacted with them on an equal footing. So, when Jiang He heard this voice, he immediately thought of his junior uncle back then. He was so excited that his face changed, and his body trembled involuntarily, with a look of disbelief: "Back then...back then, ah~ I thought... Oh!!"

He didn't finish his words. He didn't understand how Mo Wenjian was still alive, but there was definitely something fishy about what happened today. No matter why his master let it go, it now seemed that he had disrupted his master's plan by interfering with it.

But Jiang He was not an ordinary person. After a brief pause, he showed a firm expression on his face and said, "No matter what, you have joined the Han Clan now, and we are enemies when we meet. Also, my Junior Brother Feng died because of the Han Clan, and his child was almost killed by you. And there was the chaos in the Pili Hall today. Add all these things together, there is nothing to say, let's do it!! "

As soon as he finished speaking, the Martial Saint Jiang He attacked again, and his figure disappeared in a flash. Moreover, he could still see a little bit of his figure when he attacked just now, and this time he didn't even leak a trace of his breath. Even the demon king next to him couldn't help but nod his head, with an expression of appreciation on his face. Obviously, he also saw that Jiang He's cultivation was no worse than his master Luo Hongchen. At least, his strength might not be as good as his master, but his desperate spirit was definitely not inferior to his master, and he might even be more ferocious than his master in desperate situations.

In the past, the Martial Saint Jiang He always took action to protect people. His goal was very clear, that is, when saving people, he would be ruthless to those bad guys. He knew that Lei Chu was very important in the Thunderbolt Hall. Although he said that he hated the Demon King, he knew in his heart that Lei Chu would not be easily captured. He also felt that Mo Wenjian was quite dangerous. Although he didn't see clearly who the other party was just now, he felt that this person was not simple. Since Lei Chu couldn't be caught, the Demon Hill he protected couldn't be left behind, so catching Lei Chu became what he wanted to do most now.

Lei Chu, a man with a good family background, is now a big shot who defected from the Thunderbolt Hall. Although his martial arts are not top-notch, he is also quite powerful, just at the level that can be captured. Therefore, Jiang He took action as soon as he saw the opportunity, just wanting to catch Lei Chu. No matter what grudges Lei Chu and Lei Gong had in the past, as long as he was caught, those complicated relationships would definitely make the demon king and others come to rescue him. In this way, they can delay time and wait for the reinforcements of Emperor Cang Yun. By then, no one who came would be able to escape.

However, although Jiang He's move was clever, he forgot the most important point, which was Mo Wenjian's true identity. He didn't expect that his powerful weapon could be blocked by someone else's sword. Although there was a bit of luck involved, after all, he and Mo Wenjian had exchanged moves before and knew each other, but this was only on the surface. The key was that his strength was not as good as Mo Wenjian's, otherwise he would not be blocked so easily.

Now, Jiang He has gone all out and used all his skills. He hid in the dark and restrained all his aura. Facing the two masters, Mo Wenjian and the Demon King, he knew that he could not be careless. Although his martial arts had not reached the peak, he might be able to make them suffer a little.

However, Mo Wenjian was so powerful that when the demon king was protecting A Li and the others, he stabbed with a sword, and a cold light flashed in front of his chest, and the Changli sword stabbed directly out. This sword looked ordinary and nothing big, but the color of the sky and the earth changed.

The top of Leiming Mountain suddenly became dark, the sun was not shining, it was like a lightless ball hanging in the sky, only a faint shadow could be seen. Then, the purple clouds in the sky stopped moving, the sunlight became fainter and fainter, and the purple thunder in the red refining also lost its brilliance.

Then, the whole world went dark, and even Saint-level masters could only see half a foot around them. At the top of Thunder Mountain, only Luo Hongchen, Lei Gong, Fairy Ji Yao, and Lei Teng could handle it, and the remaining Demon King, A Li, and Zhuang Mo could also deal with the darkness.

The others were in a miserable state. They couldn't see anything, and it was difficult for them to even look up and see what was ahead. They wanted to turn around to protect each other, but their bodies seemed to be stuck by something and they couldn't move. But this situation didn't last long. Before most people could react, a sword light cut through the darkness.

This sword light is not real light, but the darkness that Mo Wenjian cut through with his sword energy, just like the creation of the world, breaking all confusion in an instant. It feels like being in a big eggshell that has been cut open by a knife, and once the eggshell is broken, light comes in.

Then, endless light followed the sword light and the crack, illuminating the whole world again. The sun was shining again, so bright that people couldn't open their eyes and couldn't figure out what had just happened.

The martial saint Jiang He looked so miserable, like a defeated soldier who had just escaped from the battlefield. He had several wounds on his body and blood on the corners of his mouth. With just this one move, he was seriously injured. He asked weakly, "How did you find me?" His voice was as weak as a mosquito, and it seemed that he was seriously injured. Mo Wenjian was not much better. He stabbed with a sword, trying to trap Jiang He between heaven and earth. Although the move "Heaven and Earth Are Merciless" was his senior brother's specialty, he was not his senior brother after all, and lacked that transcendent state of mind. He insisted on using this move. Although it hurt Jiang He, he also suffered a backlash. Jiang He was not a pushover. At the critical moment, his golden elixir burst out, coupled with his fierceness, Mo Wenjian himself was injured by the sword energy, the sword spirit was turbulent, and the backlash of the hidden sword technique gave him a headache.

This is no wonder. Mo Wenjian has been fighting against powerful enemies for a long time, using all kinds of means. He also had to deal with the poor disciples in Changli Sword and Moqiu's secret protection, and he also had to guard against possible reinforcements. As a result, when fighting with Jianghe, both of them went all out, and the situation was naturally chaotic, and it was inevitable that there were some abnormalities in the mansion.

However, Mo Wenjian still looked calm on the surface. He severely injured Jiang He with one sword, but held back at the critical moment. Only the Demon King saw the trick. He was the closest and could feel the unstable sword light the most. The Demon King looked at Jiang He and then at Mo Wenjian. Although he felt a little unhappy, he had no choice but to go ahead. He didn't want to get involved in this mess, but Xu Yi had calculated it and he had to come to save his wife. On the way, he received news from the Second Saint in the Clouds, so he just went with the flow.

"Brother Canjian, I'll spare your life. Let's go." The demon king said, shaking his hand lightly, and put his hand on Mo Wenjian's shoulder. A stream of true energy flowed into him, helping him stabilize the sword intent in his body. Mo Wenjian recovered and looked at the demon king. He knew that he couldn't delay any longer. If something went wrong again, the situation would be hard to control. Once the sword intent was fully released, no one in Thunder Mountain would survive.

Thinking of this, he secretly glanced at Ji Yao in the distance, then looked at Jiang He, his face turned cold, and he said lightly: "Goodbye."

After saying that, Mo Wenjian's figure flashed, and he turned into a sword light, and instantly disappeared from the spot. Seeing this, the demon king immediately took A Li and the others and followed closely behind, leaving Thunder Mountain together.

Jiang He barely supported himself, watching the backs of Mo Wenjian and the others going away, with a trace of unwillingness in his eyes. He didn't expect that the game he had carefully planned would end in this way. However, he also knew that he was seriously injured now, and it would be futile to stay.

He took a deep breath, endured the pain, and turned to walk down the mountain. He knew that he had to find a place to heal his wounds as soon as possible, otherwise, if his injuries worsened, the consequences would be disastrous.

At this time, after experiencing this great battle, Thunder Mountain was devastated, with traces of battle everywhere. The disciples who were still here had now fled in all directions, and the entire Thunder Mountain seemed to have turned into a dead mountain.

Only the big flag of the Thunderbolt Hall hanging high on the top of the mountain is still fluttering in the wind, as if telling the story that happened here. But, that has become the past. The current Thunder Mountain is a ruin, no longer as glorious as it once was...