The yard was quiet again.
Li Nianfan brought Dahei to the backyard. At first, he was a little nervous, but when he saw the elephant turtle lying by the pond, he breathed a sigh of relief and his heart was relieved.
The elephant turtle was lying leisurely on the shore to bask in the sun and did not disappear.
It seems that there are no monsters in this pond, so there is no need to move.
He told Xiaobai to clean up the dishes and chopsticks, and he lay down on the lounge chair in the front yard to rest.
Although the sunlight was strong, it was somewhat cool because of the shade of the forest.
During the break, he touched the jade pendant in his pocket.
Since he had nothing to do, he might as well repair the jade pendant.
He was in the mood, so he found the tools and began to improve the phoenix carved on the jade pendant.
Unconsciously, the sky gradually darkened.
At this time, there are two mountain peaks thousands of miles away from here, and the opposite sides are as flat as mirrors.
The two mountain peaks were originally a whole. It is said that they were split into two halves by the ancestor of the Wanjian Immortal Sect with a sword, so they were named Shuangjian Peak.
On the Shuangjian Peak, there is a temple building, which is the Wanjian Immortal Sect.
Bai Luoshuang and the other two hurried to the foot of the mountain. They were panting, flying all the way on swords without any rest, and finally rushed back at the fastest speed.
At this time, they still didn't care about being tired, and rushed up the mountain quickly.
Climbing up the stairs, they didn't meet a single disciple.
Seeing the once glorious Wanjian Immortal Sect become what it is now, the eyes of the three people couldn't help but redden.
In the center of the Wanjian Xianzong square, a pitch-black long sword was embedded in the ground, emitting a strange black light.
An old man stood in front of the long sword, speechless for a long time.
After a long time, he let out a long sigh.
"Master, most of the disciples have already left, and a few are unwilling to leave, saying that they want to live and die with the sect." A woman in palace dress walked over and said in a low voice.
The old man said in a low voice: "If they don't leave, then expel them from the sect. The Wanjian Xianzong will no longer exist. Drive them away!"
The woman in palace dress trembled, her eyes slightly moist, "Brother, do we really have no chance of winning?"
"No." The old man shook his head and said bitterly: "The sword demon has become a demon with the sword. His swordsmanship already contains the sword spirit. I can't even pull out the sword he stuck in the ground, how can I be his opponent?"
Three years ago, the sword demon appeared out of nowhere, holding the Devil-Falling Sword, claiming to challenge the world's sword sects by himself.
Originally, everyone thought it was a joke, but as the sword demon challenged one sword sect after another, the laughter stopped abruptly.
The sword of the sword demon is really a magic sword. Once it is unsheathed, it will stain a hundred miles with blood!
The sword demon has a characteristic. Before each challenge, his sword will fall from the sky and be inserted into the sect. After three days, he will come to take the sword. Once defeated by the sword demon, no one in the sect will be left alive!
Some people have thought about hiding the sword of the sword demon first, but until today, no one has been able to pull the sword of the sword demon out of the ground.
The sect challenged this time is the Ten Thousand Swords Immortal Sect. The moment he received the challenge, the old man knew that his sect was finished, and he began to dismiss his disciples without hesitation.
The old man suddenly said, "Junior sister, you leave too!"
The woman in palace dress had a calm expression, as if she had expected the old man to say this, and just shook her head firmly.
The old man sighed and said sadly: "Hey, why are you doing this?"
"Sect Master, Sect Master, it's bad, the young lady and the others are back."
A disciple hurried over and said anxiously.
"What?"
"Nonsense!"
The old man and the woman in palace dress changed their faces at the same time.
"Dad, Mom, I'm back." Bai Luoshuang had already run over, her cheeks slightly red, and she seemed a little excited.
"What are you doing back? Are you crazy!" The old man almost shouted.
He had to be anxious, because the sword demon would come at dawn, and if they came back now, they would be looking for death!
"Hurry up!" The woman in palace dress didn't care about anything else, and took Bai Luoshuang away without saying a word.
Bai Luoshuang said stubbornly: "Mother, I won't leave, I'm hurrying back to help father!"
"How can you help? Hurry up!" The old man said sternly with a gloomy face.
But Bai Luoshuang was not angry at all, and said excitedly: "Dad, this time we met a hermit master outside, he will definitely be able to help you, believe me."
The woman in palace dress sighed and said softly: "Shuang'er, it's not easy to meet a hermit master. Even if there is one, how can he help you?"
She was convinced in her heart that Bai Luoshuang was inexperienced, and the Wanjian Immortal Sect was in danger, so she was desperate and sought help from others, and was deceived!
Bai Luoshuang said hurriedly, "Mother, I'm not talking nonsense. The place where the master is can create an endless supply of spiritual energy. Even the water you drink is full of spiritual energy, comparable to spiritual medicine!"
The woman in palace dress rolled her eyes at Bai Luoshuang. She now began to suspect that her daughter was not just being deceived, but might have a brain problem.
Creating spiritual energy? Drinking spiritual water?
It's probably a dream world.
"Mother, you have to believe me, Senior Brother Luo, you quickly take out the things!" Bai Luoshuang urged, eager to prove herself.
The old man said angrily, "Luo Hao, it's okay for Junior Sister to make a fuss, but why do you join in the fun?"
"Master, we really met a master!" Luo Hao carefully took out the scroll and gently unfolded it.
Because Li Nianfan used ordinary drawing paper, he was afraid that the paper would be destroyed.
"A piece of drawing paper? You want to save the Wanjian Immortal Sect with this?" The old man laughed angrily and shook his head in disappointment.
Anyone who has a little bit of brains will not be fooled by an ordinary drawing paper.
Looking at the three of them, they really treat the drawing paper as a treasure, which is simply ridiculous.
Qin Zhu explained: "Master, this drawing paper is different."
The old man frowned and was too lazy to speak.
"The disaster is coming, so don't make trouble anymore." The woman in palace dress couldn't help but say.
At this time, the scroll was finally unfolded, and Bai Luoshuang placed it in front of the old man, "Dad, look."
The old man didn't care at first, and his eyes just glanced casually. The next moment, his pupils suddenly shrank and his whole body trembled.
"This, this is..."
He was dry-mouthed and wanted to stick his eyeballs to the scroll. His face was sometimes excited and sometimes awed.
In his eyes, what was in front of him was not a scroll, but a man holding a long sword and going to a duel with faith!
A surge of sword will shot towards him.
Arrogant, domineering, and cold!
The old man felt the same way about the man in the scroll.
It was the same duel, the same desperate battle, and the same sword competition!
Even if there were thousands of troops ahead, I would break through them with one sword and never retreat!
Boom!
From the old man, the same sword will rose up and rushed into the sky.
From a distance, a tornado was blowing up from the peaks of the double swords, and the shape of the wind was like a long sword!
All the disciples of the Wanjian Immortal Sect felt the sword intent, and the long swords in their hands could not help but make clear sounds.
Even the black long sword stuck in the ground began to tremble.
The woman in palace dress was moved and said in ecstasy: "Shuang'er, quickly let everyone leave, your father has made a breakthrough!"