Lin Yang woke up from the state of enlightenment of swords, withdrew the sword of the Immortal Sword, slowly dissipated the sword intent and spirit light on his body, and his whole body returned to the calm and transcendent state.

He slowly walked towards the gate of the courtyard. He knew that the Qingyun Sect would have an ultimate celebration banquet waiting for him tonight.

Scream.

The courtyard gate opened lightly, and in front of it was a 100-meter-long bluestone path.

What surprised Lin Yang slightly was that on both sides of the path, ninety-two Qingyun disciples had already stood up with solid chests and excited eyes, and stood in two rows of human walls.

The moment they saw Lin Yang's figure, they seemed to see the eternal lighthouse in their life, full of reverence and hope, and were filled with excitement and joy.

Lin Yang has long become an idol of all Qingyun Sect. This moment is the moment when this worship and this joy are fully released.

"Please invite Elder Lin to the seat."

At the front of the team, Qin Meng took the lead, smiling like an old child, but the sound of roaring was shocking.

"Please invite Elder Lin to the table!!"

The remaining ninety-two people roared towards the sky, and bent down to salute in an orderly manner. All the words and all gratitude were integrated into the 90-degree gift.

Lin Yang suddenly felt that his throat was blocked.

Even though he was calm and steady, he couldn't help but be hot all over by this rich and wine-like friendship.

"you……"

He originally wanted to say that Lin Yang could not bear this gift, but when the words came to his mouth, they turned into a relieved smile:

"You guys...if anyone doesn't drink or fall down today, I will personally put him in bed!"

Hahaha!!

Everyone laughed.

Elder Lin is Elder Lin, and there are not so many pretentious rules. Come on, there is nothing else today, just one word - drink!

Bang!

One after another, the sound of toasts and chattering like the bold songs of warriors, constantly rippling.

Ha ha!

One after another, the laughter of heart, reflecting everyone's faces dyed red by fine wine, was so cute and charming.

A luminous cup of grape wine, and the pipa is urged to drink.

Don’t laugh at me when you are drunk on the battlefield. How many people have returned from war since ancient times?

The great war is about to end, and the proud Qingyun is re-established at the peak of the world. At such moments, such feelings, only wine and songs, can the pride in the heart be released and spread throughout the nine heavens.

...

This hot drink lasted all night.

When the east is white and the morning light begins to appear, everyone knows that the last moment is coming.

Comrade Lao Qin walked up first and came to Lin Yang respectfully. With a divine thought, he handed his natal spirit card to Lin Yang:

"Elder Lin, Old Qin only obeys you in his life. Go and beat that kid up. I will celebrate you again in Qingyun Sect!"

Swish!

As a huge life essence entered Lin Yang's sea of ​​consciousness, Qin Meng's body seemed to have fogged and drifted in front of Lin Yang's eyes.

The next one is Guo Nu.

He was the first protector elder Lin Yang to defeat in Qingyun Sect. Now he was even more moved as he saw Lin Yang facing the ultimate battle.

Swish!

This order card was released, and Guo Nu's figure slowly dissipated, and only the passionate voice echoed in the air:

"Elder Lin, everyone in Qingyun Sect is behind you, come on!!"

"come on!!"

"come on!!"

Huang Shang and others walked past the jungle Yang one by one, and said the most plain but heroic farewell.

"Elder Lin, you will definitely win!"

Later, Geng Luming and other young disciples came up one by one to give Lin Yang a hug. They would aim Lin Yang as their lifelong goal and climb to the peak of martial arts.

In the end, only two figures were left.

The black and burly Cui Jing, with Mo Tian with his eyes as steel as Mo Tian.

"Master!"

The two of them spoke in unison and knelt at Lin Yang's feet together.

Both of them were once young boys. The ruthless fate allowed them to see the cruelty of the world, the boundless sea of ​​suffering, and the vast life. Only strength is the only immortal ark that crosses the sky.

Lin Yang is this reborn benefactor who brings power to them.

"Master will definitely win and defeat that bastard Ren Xiaoyao!!" Mo Tian, ​​now Lin Yang's second disciple, was still gritting his teeth when he mentioned Ren Xiaoyao.

Lin Yang smiled. He did not expect to resolve the resentment in the child's heart, but was willing to let this hatred become the power for Mo Tian to grow upward.

"Master, I will win!!" Cui Jing was much calmer, and the four words already showed his unwavering belief in his heart.

good!!

Lin Yang waved his hand and the two disciples disappeared into the air.

The entire ancient city seemed to have completely fallen into silence. Everyone had left the battlefield of destiny, and there was only one person waiting for Lin Yang at the end of the red light rising from the rising sun in the distance.

Ren Xiaoyao, the young man in purple, and the great evil king, slowly turned around after hearing the movement behind him.

There was still an evil smile on his face, looking at Lin Yang who was floating in the world, and the corners of his mouth curled up evilly:

"Have you said goodbye to your friends?"

Lin Yang replied: "How does it feel to kneel down on the washboard of the Holy Word Academy?"

In a word, a string of black lines suddenly appeared on Ren Xiaoyao's face.

As an evil king in the world, he became a humble Confucian scholar who was educated by saints since childhood. This is really a huge joke for Ren Xiaoyao.

"You have to worry! Lin Yang, I see that you haven't seen each other for two months, you're itchy."

Ren Xiaoyao grinned and became fierce, and a huge evil lion spirit had emerged.

Today is the final decisive battle between him and Lin Yang, so naturally there is no need to hide any moves. The starting point is the great magical skill of the Evil Heaven's Nine Transformations.

bass.

On the other side, a golden light flashed in Lin Yang's hand, and a terrifying sword with a dazzling sharp edge was held in his hand.

This sword is three feet and eight minutes long and about two fingers wide. It is engraved with mysterious inscriptions and symbols. When it is gently swung, it will shoot out from all directions. Its sharpness is actually better than the former Immortal Killing Sword.

Holy Soldier!

The real holy soldier!

Lin Yang didn't know where to get a real long holy sword, but when Ren Xiaoyao saw this sword, his face suddenly showed a sad expression of indifference.

"Damn! Lin Yang, you actually used this holy sword to kill me. Damn you are definitely sincere. Are you going to piss off your brother to death?"

"Haha." Lin Yang really smiled this time: "Who would you choose a random treasure box when you get the achievement reward? Can you blame me for a piece of garbage? Don't let me use this holy sword... If you are afraid, you might as well give up early..."

"Give up your defeat, see my evil lion claws and you break your broken sword!!"

Ren Xiaoyao's mouth was fierce, but his eyes were filled with an excited smile.

He jumped towards Lin Yang, and his endless evil power turned into an angry lion roaring the sky, full of passion and passion.

The battle between him and Lin Yang finally came.

"Come and catch it! Just save two lion claws for my foodie!"

Lin Yang also swung his sword and jumped straight to the nine heavens. The endless battle slashed down to the clouds with the sharp edge of the holy sword in his hand.

In this battle, no matter how victory or defeat is, there is only the collision of the hearts of the warriors and the battle of the young supreme.

The future Fire Emperor and Evil Emperor bloomed the most brilliant and brilliant moment of their youth in the battlefield of destiny that was about to be closed!

...

Just as the Destiny Battlefield of the Qingling Realm was blooming with its brilliant light, in the distant depths of the starry sky, a huge starry sky warship was hovering in the vast sky, like a giant beast, quietly looking at the vast space ahead of him.

Inside the battleship, a group of powerful Xia tribes in black costumes stood like a mountain.

They were unimaginable terrifying fluctuations, and it was unlikely that they could find a powerful existence in the entire starry sky that could rival the elite team in front of them.

But at this moment, these powerful Xia masters all looked extremely solemn. Their eyes were turned to the vast starry sea in the distance, as if they wanted to see through the endless darkness, but no matter how anxious and worried they were, the huge warship did not dare to step over the thunder pool.

It seemed as if in that darkness, there was a terrible existence that even they had to be respected.

Time passes by little by little.

The atmosphere in the entire cabin was extremely depressed, and at a sudden moment, a golden light suddenly lit up at the end of the distant starry sky.
To be continued...