Xuanhuang Palace.

Eleven Eagle Anqing lay on the tree and looked up at the sky.

"It's so boring." He said casually: "Why can they all go on adventures? Xiao Shier and I can only stay here."

"So much nonsense." Xi Canhen stood under the tree and replied: "You have to listen to the boss's orders, and you have to listen to them if you don't."

Today, he did not use the invisibility technique, but appeared in his body. At this moment, he was rubbing the infinite sword in his hand with a clean white cloth.

An Qing thought for a while, suddenly jumped down and sat on Xi Canhen and said, "Why don't we follow behind and take a look together?"

Xi Canheng gave him a blank look: "Don't talk nonsense, can such things be done by nature?"

"It's really boring." Shiyilang shook his head helplessly: "Didn't you like to make trouble before? Why have you changed your temper recently?"

Xi Canhen was stunned. Thinking about it, he was also a quarrel-like person in the past. When he met Tang Jie, he was even more funny. Even when he was facing a life-and-death task, he didn't care about it.

But now that I am in the enemy camp, I feel heavy pressure in my heart, and my original funny personality has gradually become much more restrained.

Many times I just want to be naughty, but I can't get naughty anymore.

After thinking for a while, he finally said, "People will always grow."

While he was talking, the Wuliang sword in Xi Canhen's hand suddenly moved.

This movement is extremely weak, but it is still captured by the remains of the sun.

He looked at the handleless short sword, and saw that the short sword moved again, as if the fish landed on the land were trying to turn over, slamming their bodies one after another.

The faster you move.

Xi Canhen's face turned pale.

When An Qing saw Xi Canhen suddenly froze, he came over and said, "What happened?"

"Don't come!" Xi Canhen suddenly shouted.

I saw a flash of light in Xi Canhen's hand, and Wuliang Sword actually flew out against his neck and went straight into the air.

This scared An Qing: "What are you doing?"

He was very aware of the power of the Infinite Sword.

Xi Canheng replied with a white face: "It's not my control."

What?

An Qing was stunned.

Looking back, I saw Wuliang Sword floating in the air. The sword body was trembling slightly, but it became more and more powerful. Soon a piece of light and shadow shook out.

"What happened?" An Qing asked.

"It's excited." Xi Canhen murmured.

"Excited? What's excited?" An Qing turned around and looked at Xi Canhen.

Xi Canhen's eyes became colder and colder, and he murmured: "I don't know... It's the first time I've seen it, I just can feel it very excited."

"A sword will be excited?"

"How can a sword be unconscious if it has a spirit?"

But the answer was not Xi Canhen.

A swaying voice came from the air.

The two looked up and saw a Taoist in Qingyi standing on the treetops.

The Taoist man looked strange and tall, and stood on the tree with his hands behind his back, but no one noticed how he came.

"It's you!" When Xi Canhen blurted out his voice when he saw the Taoist.

The Taoist in front of me was clearly the old man who gave him books and swords.

Now Xi Canhen is no longer the ignorant young man of the past, and he will no longer think that there will be any opportunity that will fall on him for no reason. After several dreams of returning to his hometown, what he saw was not an adventure, but the old man changed into a hideous image and told himself that he had been used by him.

This panic once entangled him for a long time, but gradually let him go after a long period of nothing.

Until he met Tang Jie, he expressed his same concern after learning about his experience. Tang Jie even gave a suggestion for a while, asking him to throw away the Wuliang Sword.

But Xi Canhen was unable to bear to do so.

From the bottom of his heart, he still had a hope, that all this was just over-indulgent. Maybe the old man really liked him and wanted to keep a fate. But after learning about the experience of the man named Zhao Qingfeng from Tang Jie, he knew that the expectation was too low.

This made him extremely conflicted and deeply worried, and he only hoped that the later this day would come, the better. But it turned out that when something happened, no matter how mentally prepared you were, you would feel that it came too fast and too fast, and you never really prepared for that moment.

The moment he saw the old Taoist appear, Xi Canhen's figure had disappeared, and he secretly controlled Wuliang Sword to return.

The old Taoist sighed: "Your method of hiding you is still passed on to you. What's the point of using it in front of me? Young man, don't panic. Although I have borrowed your hand from you and nurtured Wuliang Sword over the years, you have stepped into the immortal gate and made countless great achievements with this sword. Now the time has come, Wuliang Sword has finally found its former master, so why should you force yourself to stay?"

As he said that, he waved his hand, Xi Canhen felt that Wuliang Sword was no longer under his control and flew into the air, and at the same time, the body that had just hidden appeared again.

"You..." Xi Canheng shouted.

But I saw that the sword did not fly towards the old Taoist, but rushed towards the depths of the mountains.

Xi Canhen was stunned and then woke up: "Isn't the old master you?"

The old Taoist pressed the sword from afar, but the sword no longer flew away, but it was trembling rapidly in the air. Then the old Taoist smiled and said, "When did I say that I am the old master? The Wuliang Sword is the sword that kills the master. No one who holds this sword can survive for ten years. Although I am not afraid of death, once the Wuliang Sword Master dies, all the essence will pass away, and everything needs to be started again. Therefore, although I get this sword, I never use it. Fortunately, the fate of heaven is in conflict. Although the Wuliang Sword is fierce, I may not be able to find the person who defeats this sword. If there is a person born in the Yin year, Yin month, Yin day, Yin time, his life is the hardest, and he will never die after a hundred difficulties. It is a suitable sword holder. After a thousand years, I have sought out all the hardest people in the world, but most of them still have not been able to resist this sword. Until you finally become the first person to live for ten years, it is really gratifying!"

The old Taoist said with a smile, and he seemed extremely excited.

Xi Canhen stared at him: "So you gave me the sword to me to borrow my hand to raise the sword?"

The old Taoist shook his hand repeatedly: "No, no, it's just one of them. Although you have held the sword for ten years, the killing is too light and too light. The Wuliang Sword is still not at its peak, and it is not really lifted. I have been patient to wait, but I didn't expect the royal court to open it during this period. This is an opportunity, and it is God's will. Since the time has come, I can't even take action."

"Wang Ting?" Xi Canhen was stunned and puzzled.

An Qing, the Eleventh Lang beside him, finally realized something, pointed at the old Taoist and shouted: "Are you the crazy old Taoist last time?"

Last time Xu Miaoran came, he suddenly encountered the crazy old Taoist disturbing the situation. Afterwards, Tianshen Palace tried every means to find out who the crazy old Taoist was. Shiyilang had never fought with the crazy old Taoist, so he did not recognize it at the beginning. Until now, he saw his tone of speaking, he finally realized that this old Taoist was the last time's crazy Taoist.

It’s just obvious that madness is a pretender, and this person is clearly a scheming person.

The old Taoist looked up and laughed: "Xu Miaoran's little girl is too ungrateful and dares to trek into Tongling Mountain. Originally, I didn't care about her life and death, but if she had any trouble, Tang Jie would definitely go crazy. If Tang Jie was crazy, this kid would probably be exposed. Originally, I didn't want to take action, but in order to prevent the plan from being destroyed, I could only help."

"What did you say?" An Qing took a breath.

He suddenly turned around and looked at Xi Canhen: "Twelfth brother, tell me what the old man said is true? You and Tang Jie... It turns out that you are the undercover agent!"

He drew his sword and pointed it at Xi Canhen.

Xi Canheng had a calm face and ignored An Qing, just looked at the old man and said, "You...a name is Zhao Qingfeng?"

The old Taoist tilted his head and smiled, "That's indeed the name I used to use."

Here An Qing was already looking at Xi Canhen with his eyes spitting fire.

Xi Canhen was conscious and said, "Since you have obtained the sword, you don't leave, you talk to me here and even reveal my identity. I am afraid that there will be other conspiracies besides the sword?"

Nong Qingfeng laughed: "Are you a smart little guy? Do you still remember that I just said that this sword has not yet been achieved? Because you killed too few people...."

Xi Canhen's face changed suddenly, and when he saw An Qing rushing over, he shouted: "Take you down and see how you explain to your elder brother!"

"No, Brother Eleven!" Xi Canhen shouted.

At the same time, with a wave of his hand, the Wudi sword in the air actually returned backwards and fell back into Xi Canhen's hand.

It was completely instinct. Seeing An Qing pounce on him, the sword in his hand raised upwards.

In his opinion, this sword has too many flaws, and An Qing has too many techniques to deal with.

However, at that moment, An Qing ran into motionlessly.

flutter!

Wuliang Sword pierced his neck, and blood gushed out of his body, rushing straight towards Wuliang Sword.

"Brother Eleven!" Xi Canhen shouted.

Although he secretly helped Tang Jie, he was with everyone over the years and it would be fake to say that he had no feelings.

If possible, he wouldn't want them to die, nor would he want them to die at his own hands.

Eleven Lang Anqing had always had a good relationship with him. He could see that even though he knew he was an undercover agent, Eleven Lang did not want to kill him, but just wanted to take him down, but at this moment, he died under his sword.

He stared at Shiyilang in a daze, and Shiyilang also looked at him. There was a big blood hole in his neck, and blood kept spraying out.

With his strength, he shouldn't die even if he was hit, but at this moment he slowly fell down like a powerless baby.

He seemed to want to move, but he couldn't move. He couldn't even send out a spell. He just stared at Xi Canhen and looked at him. In the end, he just made a giggle, and then he tilted his head and died.

Xi Canhen suddenly took a few steps back and looked up at the old Taoist.

Narrow Qingfeng was still standing on the tree, just laughing.

"It's you!" Xi Canhen shouted: "It's you who killed him!"

Ng Qingfeng laughed more and more happily: "No, I just controlled him, you are the one who killed him."

"Why?" Xi Canhen asked gritted his teeth.

"I said it..." Nine Qingfeng's face suddenly became gloomy: "You have killed too few people, Wuliang Sword has not yet eaten enough. But it doesn't matter. Just kill the nearly thousand cultivators left here in the Heavenly God Palace, it should be enough."
To be continued...