In the forging pool, magma rolls, heat flow rushes, and the suspension bridge is trembling, and it may break at any time.

The Ye family stared at Chu Mo with hatred on his face, and had already begun to brew their own killer moves.

"Sword Demon, do you really refuse to hand over the Shenyuan Sword?"

There was a fire in Ye Qiu's eyes, and his hand was already at the hilt of the sword.

It was originally a foolproof situation, but they misjudged Chu Mo's strength.

Not only was he unable to kill Chu Mo, but he also lost his wife and soldiers, losing a master, which was considered a disaster for eight lifetimes.

Now it is an arrow on the string and has to be fired.

Chu Mo didn't speak, silence was the best answer.

If these people really don’t cry when they don’t see the coffin, then he doesn’t mind letting his Shenyuan sword drink blood.

Sharp!

Ye Qiu was the first to take action. His whole body was like a furnace. The blazing vitality poured into the sword in his hand, swept up and stabbed Chu Mo.

The remaining two old men rushed towards Chu Mo side by side.

"Hmph, overestimate one's own abilities!"

Chu Mo sneered, and the Shenyuan sword in his hand was unsheathed.

Chu Mo's current strength is invincible under the Grand Master!

A faint light flashed by, as if it was a dawn that had broken through the darkness, instantly illuminating the entire sword-casting pool.

Ye Qiu and others closed their eyes by the strong light.

The sword energy traverses 30,000 miles, and the sword light shines on the nineteen continents!

The Chenyuan Sword emitted a silent sword energy, which was silent and silent, making people desperate cold air permeate the entire sword-casting pool.

The magma surging below gradually became silent, and a layer of ice formed on the surface of the magma.

The iron chains hanging on the stone walls on both sides decay at a speed visible to the naked eye, and will most likely turn into iron filings and fall.

Ten percent of the Sword of Destruction is so terrifying.

Ye Qiu and others felt that time had stopped flowing, and the surroundings were silent, their bodies were uncontrollable, and they felt that their vitality was rapidly losing.

When they opened their eyes, they saw a terrifying scene.

The sword-casting pool is already deserted.

They are not dead, and their vitality is not lost.

Chu Mo spared their lives.

Although the Ye family was greedy, they would not die. After all, if it were not for the Ye family, Chu Mo would not have obtained the Chenyuan Sword.

As for Chu Mo, he had already left.

The Ye family, who survived the disaster, looked sad and never mentioned Chu Mo again.

Ye Qiu saw a line of words on the cliff: Chu has always had clear grudges in his work, and this is reward.

What is the reward?

A piece of fire-fallen black iron.

"Dad, what should I do?"

The young man looked pale and looked lingering in fear.

He really felt like he was going to die just now.

No one can remain calm after experiencing this kind of thing, let alone a young boy who is not very experienced in the world.

"Feng'er, inform the Jianghu that in one month, you will be the new owner of Zangjian Villa!"

"Ah? Dad, how can I be the owner of the house? I can't do it."

Ye Feng was stunned, completely wondering why Bao Yeqiu said this at this time.

"Feng'er, you must do it!"

After seeing Chu Mo's terrifying swordsmanship, Ye Qiu no longer had hope for this Huashan sword contest.

Ye Qiu had no doubt that under Chu Mo's terrifying sword, no one could survive, even Xie Xiaofeng could do it.

But I dared not to go, so I could only explain my funeral in advance.

The matter of changing the owner of Zangjian Villa has not caused any trouble in the world.

It’s just because the sword contest in Huashan is approaching.

Over the past three years, the Huashan sword contest has been fermenting, from the court to the three mountains and five mountains. No one does not know about the Huashan sword contest.

......

On the top of Mount Mang, the wind and snow were whistling, and the entire top of the mountain was covered with a layer of silver.

At the top of the mountain, a thatched hut is located here, and a tall man sits in the snow outside the thatched hut.

There was a sword on his legs, a sharp sword.

The wrinkled hand gently stroked the sword, his face full of remembrance.

This man was filled with aura of decay, as if he had been dead for a while, but his eyes were extremely bright.

This person is Yan Shisan. After coming here three years ago, he has been comprehension of the Fifteen Death Swords.

"Master, it's time to have a meal."

At this time, a young man walked up from the bottom of the mountain, carrying a basket of vegetables in his hand.

This young man is Tie Kaicheng, the young master of the Hongqi Escort Agency.

"You don't have to call me master. I just taught you sword skills. You have paid it back with the wine and food."

Yan Shisan's voice was very cold and his voice was full of dust.

"But you are still my master."

Tie Kaicheng didn't care, so he skillfully put out the wine and food, just in the wind and snow.

Yan Shisan did not move the food, but looked at Tie Kaicheng: "What month is it today?"

“Today is the eighth day of December.”

"very good."

"Master, are you going to participate in the Huashan Sword Contest?"

Tie Kaicheng naturally knew what Yan Shisan was asking, after all, Yan Shisan had taught him for three years.

"Yes, the sword demon is there, Xie Xiaofeng will go, how can I, Yan Shisan, not?"

Yan Shisan looked at the West, but his eyes were filled with fighting spirit. At this moment, the aura of decay on his body was even heavier.

"Master, then do I want to go to Huashan Sword Contest?"

Tie Kaicheng took out the Xuan Iron Sword Order from his arms and looked at Yan Shisan.

"Since you can receive his Black Iron Sword Order, you are qualified to go to Mount Hua."

After saying that, Yan Shisan had already started eating.

"Master, don't you drink today?"

Tie Kaicheng saw that Yan Shisan had not moved the wine pot.

"I'll drink a rare wine right away, how could I take a look at it again?"

......

Outside Xinghua Village, a man came. The man was wearing a simple and clean coarse cloth dress, with deep eyes and gentle steps into the "Xinghua Village" tavern.

When the shopkeeper Xie saw the man, his hand stopped his movements.

"San Young Master, are you back?"

This man is Xie Xiaofeng, a divine sword that has not been seen in three years.

Of course, he is just called Xie Xiaofeng now, not Xie Xiaofeng from Divine Sword Villa.

"I'm back, please send me across the river."

After the two of them crossed the Green Water Lake, Xie Xiaofeng stepped up to Cuiyun Peak.

Xie Wangsun and his wife sat in the hall, looking at the snow scene outside.

"It's been three years. When do you think Aji will come back?"

Xie Wangsun's wife had more wrinkles on her face, and her aging and tired eyes were covered with mist.

"Don't worry, it won't be too long, Aji will be back soon."

Xie Wangsun looked at the snowflakes fluttering in the wind outside the door, but his eyes were firm and his tone was quite affirmative.
To be continued...