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    Lin Qi's figure fell from the cliff, fell into the sea of ??fog, and disappeared from Fu Sheng's vision.

    Seeing Lin Qi being pushed off the cliff by Fu Sheng, Old Piggy's complexion changed suddenly, and he stepped forward two steps and said sharply.

    "How dare you do this, and block the old man's way no matter what!"

    Fu Sheng turned his back to Ya Lao, he slowly raised his head, his body gradually disintegrated into green smoke, at this moment, many bones were visible on his body.

    "I only do what I can, within the scope of my ability, to stop you."

    After finishing speaking, Fu Sheng turned around and faced Ya Lao directly. At this time, Fu Sheng had no vitality at all, his body could be said to be dead, and only a will supported this body, doing the last thing he could do.

    "Knock your life, seal the cliff!"

    With a hoarse and feeble voice, the dead energy on his body condensed and turned into a constantly moving sword energy, blocking it on the cliff in an instant.

    The cliff and the sea of ??clouds formed an insurmountable blockade of sword energy, even the old man who saw it made a long hiss.

    "Sure enough, Floating Life becomes stronger when it reaches the moment of death, but after the peak, it will suddenly fall!"

    As he said that, he raised his hand and waved his hand, and the hundreds of Ziming monks behind him rushed up.

    The sound of killing came again, and the murderous aura gathered on the cliff was boundless.

    Fu Sheng turned his head at this time, and took another look at the cliff behind him.

    "Ghost Venerable, this subordinate can no longer recover Ziming with you."

    The farewell words dissipated with the wind on the top of the mountain, and he walked forward slowly with a sharp sword in his hand, for the last time in his life.

    The dance of swords

    The night is bleak, the shadow of the moon is fading, the clouds will cover the moon, and the world loses the only light in the night.

    The night came and covered the cliff.

    On the cliff, a small dot fell quickly, passing through the sky and falling straight to the ground.

    What fell was a person, a person who was seriously injured and dying.

    His body pierced the air, and the whistling wind was whistling in his ears, but even so he could still hear it, he could hear the desperate battle on the top of the cliff, that friend and foe, that indifferent person, the last  farewell.

    "Farewell, son of Gui Zun."

    Listening to this last farewell, listening to this most unwilling farewell, Lin Qi had tears in his eyes.

    "Goodbye, Fusheng."

    Perhaps they were not real friends, but at this time Lin Qi truly recognized him as his friend in his heart, but it was a pity that this friend did not have a drink with him once.

    The heart is sad, the will to live is also depressed, and the body is constantly falling. This kind of comfort without struggling is good.

    After falling for a while, Lin Qi was not far from the ground, and he fell extremely fast!

    If he falls to the ground at this speed, even though he is a body with nine gaps of alchemy, there is only one end to death, not to mention that he has no mana blessing.

    Just when the vitality was about to settle down, Lin Qi suddenly felt a strange mana gushing out of his body, which was very different from his own mana.

    But no matter what, this is mana, mana that can be used by Lin Qi.

    Lin Qi remembered that this was the last thing Fu Sheng left for him.

    ? As he thought so, Lin Qi immediately circulated this mana, and his body was supplemented a little. Lin Qi circulated this cultivation level, and his body became light for a while when he used the lightness method.

    However, this point of mana is extremely limited, and it only made Lin Qi's body pause for a while, and the extremely fast falling speed returned to zero.

    Gaining a breath, Lin Qi also took advantage of this opportunity to burst out the last strength in his body, and he jumped up to the cliff with one step.

    The smooth cliff wall is full of weathered rock crust, Lin Qi stepped on it but couldn't use his strength, the differentiated rock layer shattered and fell, Lin Qi could only keep jumping up and stepping on the downward rock crust.

    At this time, Lin Qi looked down and saw that this place was hundreds of feet away from the ground, and his body without mana protection would surely be smashed to pieces if he jumped from this place.

    "No, it needs to be lower!"

    With a secret thought, Lin Qi forced his inner energy, and squeezed out a trace of magic power from the dry dantian. With this little bit of strength, Lin Qi turned over and down continuously, stepping on the cliff and falling.

    But even so, Lin Qi's falling speed became faster and faster, and even gradually became uncontrollable.

    ? After a period of descent, Lin Qi was still about a hundred feet away from the ground. At this time, Lin Qi alsoA little more, life is also worry-free.

    At this moment, the two men asked.

    "My lord, what happened here? Why did you suffer such injuries, and so many brothers died here, who did it?"

    Swallow Yalao supported his body and sat up a little bit, sighed and said weakly.

    "Yes, the monks of Longhushan did it. The day before, Fusheng chased and killed a person here, and I helped him. We were chased and led here by him. I didn't expect this person to be a master."

    Having said that, Swallow Ya paused for a moment, tears flickered in his old eyes.

    "Unexpectedly, this person used swordsmanship, we are not opponents, he killed my subordinates and a group of pursuers. And Master Fusheng, he is also in a battle with this person."

    "Falled!"

    Piggy made a mournful old voice, pointing at the broken long sword on the ground with trembling fingers.

    When the two saw that it was really Fusheng's long sword, they couldn't help being shocked.

    "What! Master Fusheng! He has fallen!"

    Shock spread among the two, and then Yi Yalao pointed to the Longhushan Defa sword on the ground and said.

    "The man left this sword, saying that it was a deterrent to the Ziming people. The old man was powerless and could not stop it, so he just let it go."

    As he spoke, his teeth were tearing freely, and he looked like he was crying blood.

    Seeing the sad look on Yalao's face, the two couldn't help but burn with anger.

    "Damn Longhushan, dare to kill me, General Ziming! Damn it!"

    The anger is endless, and the first person is in my heart.

    "Damn it, the Bashan traitor killed my people, I will kill Longhu Mountain now, and destroy the Heavenly Master Hall!"

    Another person stopped him and said calmly: "Don't be impulsive. We discovered this important matter during our inspection. Let us inform you first."

    After finishing speaking, the man took out a jade slip of messenger, he passed the order, and the jade slip escaped into the night.

    Two hours later, figures appeared one after another in the night, and these people came through the air and landed on the top of the mountain continuously.

    Among them were Sword Master's subordinates in purple and silver robes, many ghost tooth guards, and some of the five generals' subordinates.

    These people were all shocked by the sight of this place, and they were also outraged after hearing it.

    Then there were two powerful auras in the air, one of them was old and similar to Yaya, but he was Yaya, and the other was dressed in black, with white hair and gray sword, and his handsome face had the ability to seduce women all over the world.

    The two walked in, and what Yalao saw was how Yalao healed his wounds, and Laolao Xiya also explained the situation.

    Both of them felt troubled when they heard the words, hundreds of disciples were killed or injured is a trivial matter, but if the leader of the five generals fell, how many people would be able to bear his anger if Gui Zun knew about it.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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