After the crazy sword left, Qin Zongyao looked up at the sky, sighed, and then stepped back to the Qin family camp.

On the other hand, Qin Yi was staring at the direction of the Mad Dao leaving, thinking about it. After closing his eyes, what appeared in his mind was the confrontation between Mad Dao and Sword God, savoring the intense reaction of the two of them, but they were going back and forth.

Qin Zongyao patted Qin Yi on the shoulder, and Qin Yi suddenly jumped up like a frightened horse, with his big mouth wide open, his face twisted, and his eyes were filled with a hint of resentment and panic, which scared Qin Zongyao.

"Uh?" Qin Yi came over calmly, showing an awkward expression, "Oh, I probably can't achieve such cultivation until I die." After sighing, Qin Yi said dejectedly, and his originally mighty body seemed much shorter at that moment.

"Brother, you have to know that there is heaven beyond heaven and there are people outside of man. Such cultivation may be out of reach in your eyes now, but you have also heard from Senior Kuang Dao that he hopes to go further and cannot. If you are amazed because of the cultivation he reveals in front of your eyes, how can you fulfill your satisfaction in the future?" Qin Zongyao persuaded with an educational tone.

"Dad is right, Uncle Qin Yi, the best state to improve his cultivation is not to be disturbed by the outside world or be bound by his own heart." Qin Mufeng also followed Qin Zongyao's advice.

"It's really a little guy, alas!" Qin Yi looked at Qin Mufeng, remembering that Qin Mufeng could use the Curling Autumn Moon Art at such an age, and sighed again, "It's really a blow to people."

Qin Zongyao suddenly remembered that Qin Mufeng had just been hit by lightning and said with concern: "Feng'er, has the thunder just now been completely resolved? What's wrong with his body?"

"Well, thanks to Senior Crazy Knife," Qin Mufeng said, but he deliberately ignored his dream after being hit by lightning and his uniqueness in his body. Indeed, if an ordinary person suffers from lightning, he will inevitably be destroyed in an instant. How can he stand up to the help of Crazy Knife?

However, since Qin Mufeng was fighting with the sword god when he was struck by lightning, Ling Lie's sword energy and sword energy wrapped Qin Mufeng and the two. In Qin Zongyao's view, they were just two vague figures. Moreover, Qin Mufeng's lightning strike and Qin Shun's repelled the sword god both happened in the blink of an eye. Therefore, Qin Zongyao did not have any doubts, but was grateful for the help of the sword sword in his heart.

"Dad, sleepy." Qin Feng interrupted everyone's words at the right time, urging Qin Zongyao and the other two in brief words.

The four of them walked back to the camp and had nothing to say. In the camp, the Qin family guards were waiting anxiously for a long time, and they breathed a sigh of relief when they saw the four of them coming back.

On the other hand, Qin Liang was staring blankly in the corridor of the juren's house, and the poem in his hand was moistened by the rain. The direction he looked at was exactly the direction when the Qin family left. At this moment, the clouds in the sky in the distance were in a strange shape, as if a pair of invisible giant hands were tearing the dense dark clouds.

"Dad, uncle, brother Mufeng, Xiao Feng, I hope you will go smoothly." Under a green lamp, Qin Liang murmured at the lightning and thunder outside the window, then threw the book in his hand and jumped into the yard to start practicing boxing.

After Qin Mufeng carefully felt the fear suppressed by him, the nightmare came as expected. However, this dream was even longer, which made Qin Mufeng see the scene before the dream that had been repeated.

The warm wind and rising sun are calm and peaceful. Some refreshing music from the magnificent building complexes are faintly heard. Compared with the sound of silk and bamboo, it seems more peaceful, and even makes Qin Mufeng linger in it.

Qin Mufeng then realized that he was standing on a platform, and the breeze gently blew the cloak behind him, but his body seemed to be no longer a young body. He clenched his fists slightly, and the sound of air being blown out from his fingers came.

Just when he was confused, a trace of uneasiness came from the air, which made Qin Mufeng's peaceful mood instantly depressed. What was that? Qin Mufeng's eyes swept across the building complex in front of him. The scarlet sky in the distance seemed to be washed by blood, and his heart seemed to be affected and became anxious.

Qin Mufeng made his heart aside, and naturally stretched his hand to his shoulder, as if he had touched something hard, and his back suddenly became heavier. Qin Mufeng grabbed the hard object and pulled it forward. A long sword emitting bright light came into Qin Mufeng's eyes. The silver-cast wolf head on his hand was so powerful that it was so powerful. The giant sword body thrust straight out from the wolf's mouth. The transparent sword body reflected a fresh and elegant, elegant and peaceful face. The scar on his cheeks looked more heroic, and the fit between the hilt and the hand was even more flawless.

"Taihuang Sword!"

Qin Mufeng tried to wave the big sword in his hand, without any heavy feeling, and the sharp blade was slashing a sword mark in the air. The sword mark was colorful, as if the stars in the sky were emitting colorful dazzling brilliance.

Split the space!

Qin Mufeng couldn't believe that his cultivation could reach such a state. However, the shock was soon replaced by calmness, because the anxiety in his heart was getting stronger and stronger. Qin Mufeng had no thoughts. When he moved his body, his figure rushed straight into the space he split with a flowing cloak, which seemed so natural, as if everything was right!

In the space, his anxious mood was slightly relieved. Stars passed by him like meteors. Qin Mufeng looked ahead and waved his sword to the front. A sword energy shot straight out, slashing a ray of light at the end of his sight.

Where the light was, the figure that repeatedly appeared in Qin Mufeng's dream was laughing wildly. The guards in front of him were all sweating coldly. The slightly trembling body made the armor parts on their bodies collide with each other. The middle-aged man's mouth was slightly raised, expressing his feelings of enjoying this sound with an evil smile. Then he stretched out his hand and pointed, and a black light shot straight towards one of the guards, instantly turning into a black silk, wrapping the guards around, "Go up, let me see your progress!" The middle-aged man ordered, and the young man behind him looked rebellious, without any emotion, and then slashed his knife.

Brush!

In a moment, dozens of guards fell into pools of blood, and the sprinkled blood sprayed into the air, exploding into blood mist!

"Bad!" the middle-aged man cursed.

Qin Mufeng had reached Guangliang's mouth at this moment. He watched the middle-aged man scolding the boy and tightened his hand holding the knife. Then he realized that at some point, there was a lot of sweat coming out of his palms.

The reprimand was still going on, until the middle-aged man grabbed the head of the guard who was trampled by him and pressed it in front of the boy. Qin Mufeng secretly mobilized the power in his body in the space to condense it on his arms. The sword in his hand then let out a howl like a wolf howl.

"So you're here!"

As soon as the middle-aged man finished speaking, Qin Mufeng felt that he had suffered a violent impact, and he was completely breathless, and his body flew backwards even more uncontrollably.

“Ah~~~”
Chapter completed!