Seems so small.

Not worth mentioning.

And this.

This is also a scene that Demon Emperor Tianchan wants to see.

Dealing with Gu Yusheng.

Naturally, the power he mustered in the mountains of Qingping over the years was not needed.

but.

What he cares about is the sword and the person he once was.

Although that person is dead.

But Tianchan still wants to regain the dignity he lost back then.

——As the Imperial Demon Emperor of Tianyao City, he was knocked down by a single move from the opponent. He was forced to swear by his inner demons not to invade Qingyun. He spent a year recuperating in the mountains, and just as he was getting better, he was killed by a man with a sword.

He cut off both wings with one sword, and after several years, the old and new wounds still failed to heal.

Now, it's time to get it all back.

As long as the demonic barriers and fears in your heart are broken.

Tianchan believes it.

He will soon return to his peak strength.

Now.

He could only maintain his powerful demonic aura and prevent others from seeing any weakness. He had to end this before swallowing the heart of the golden elixir monk to hide his own aura.

Kill that man's son.

Destroy that sword.

Tian Chan's eyes have been staring at the young man, but deep in his pupils, he is more concerned about, and even afraid of, that sword.

In front of the Demon Suppression Monument.

Facing the oncoming monsters.

Gu Yusheng faced his sword towards himself, the sword reflected his face, and he took a deep breath.

Turn your palm over and let the sword in your hand fall to the ground.

Clang.

Just the usual sound of a falling sword.

But it formed a strange sword barrier.

The demon bear and rhinoceros at the front couldn't help but stop.

Gu Yusheng's face showed a hint of indifference, and he untied the spirit gourd from his waist.

He walked slowly towards the turtle stone tablet behind him and spilled the wine in the spirit gourd in front of his sword.

Gu Yusheng raised his hands and bent down to bow to the sword.

Wisps of spring breeze floated on his long hair on the temples.

The hair ribbons are swaying in the sky like clouds.

The greenery and frost and snow of the distant mountains reflected in his eyes.

The Demon Suppressing Monument stands between Gu Yusheng's sleeves and hands.

He is worshiping his father.

Also offering sacrifices to that sword.

The wind blows with green leaves, disturbing the fluttering peach blossoms at the foot of the mountain!

Gu Yusheng took a step forward.

Holding the sword that has stood for many years.

It is regarded as a shameful sword by all the practitioners of Qingyun Sect.

If it were in the past.

There will definitely be thousands of denunciations and abuses.

And now.

There is only silence.

Those familiar and unfamiliar figures.

flowing in Gu Yusheng's eyes.

That sword was clanking in a low voice.

The sound of the sword is like the sound of a clear spring.

The formations of Qingyun Sect also responded, like clouds fluttering.

The dim Demon Suppression Monument began to show signs, and the names of countless heroic spirits seemed to be coated with a layer of light.

Gu Yusheng's eyes passed through the monsters and landed on the head of Qingyun Sect and many elders. His eyes were full of indifference and ruthlessness.

He did not argue or defend with a feeble voice like he did when he entered Qingyun Sect.

"Today, I will wash the sword with blood!"

Click.

The turtle stele cracked.

The sword comes out of its scabbard.

A white light shines on the Demon Suppression Monument, on all the monsters, on the disciples of Qingyun Sect, on the elders of Qingyun Sect, on the soldiers of Haoqi Alliance, on the head of Qingyun Sect, and on the Demon Emperor.

, shine on Qingping Mountain!

Some people's eyes widened, some opened their mouths, some were frightened, some were frightened and angry, and some demons were roaring.

They were all engulfed in that ray of light and shadow.

The sword shoots into the sky and the bull fights.

The sword light of the gradually disappearing world hurt Gu Yusheng's eyes, but he tried his best to open his eyes wide. He wanted to see clearly this world that he had never seen clearly before.

He wants to use this sword.

Speak some truth to this world.

The blood of monsters is infecting this sky.

The flag of the Haoqi League is fading away little by little.

Those Qingyun Sect disciples who had laughed at him struggled with regret and dissipated little by little.

The elders' roars gradually turned into wails.

Do you regret it?

Not really.

They just want to survive.

The white world of sword light.

Gu Yusheng saw Xiao Rang standing with his hands behind his hands and his arrogant face, as disgusting as when he ruthlessly broke his wooden sword in the martial arts field!

"ah!"

Gu Yusheng, whose eyes were bloodshot, swung his sword in the air and pointed it at Xiao Rang.

The sword held tightly in the hand.

Stab Xiao Rang in the heart.

In a trance.

From the sword he was holding tightly, Gu Yusheng saw his father's back, which was like a mountain, kind and stern. His last look back showed that he walked out of Qingyun without any regrets.

Gu Yusheng's sword finally hovered in the place where Xiao Rang's heart was longing.

His lips were trembling, and he roared hoarsely: "Did you see it? This is not the Sword of Shame! It's not, it's not!!!"

"I know."

Xiao Rang smiled calmly.

He slowly stretched out his hand and held Gu Yusheng's wrist.

Suddenly.

Gu Yusheng's hovering sword.
Chapter completed!