(PS: Thanks to Thoxs, two book friends and firexinka for the monthly pass.) ）

As the saying goes, the whole world is not the king's land, and the shore of the land is not the king's minister.

The royal sword intent that has reached the last realm of the three realms of sword intent is like a million heroic masters rushing in the river to step across the royal land, making people daunting and having no way out.

Luo Changfeng, who was in the center of the majestic sword intent disaster in the depths, stood with his sword in his hand.

His slender back was instantly annihilated by the royal sword intent that crashed on the shore.

He is not afraid!

He's still standing still!

The void around him, which was raging with sword intent, suddenly lit up one star after another.

More and more light of the stars lit up and then strung together by a line of stars, strung together to form a complex and obscure star path.

He was surrounded by an unbounded sword domain.

The knife domain is unbounded.

The knife domain has its own boundaries.

Luo Changfeng, who dominated the Sword Domain, allowed the sword intent of the Yuan Hong to collide and rub against the invisible sword domain boundary wall, and countless fierce winds mixed with the sword intent raged.

The wind is as thin as a line!

The wind shot down on the top of the cliff and the thick green, and many indistinct holes and eyes appeared in the leaves.

The wind shot down on the treacherous cliffs, leaving countless mottled sword marks.

The wind shot into the mist-shrouded sky, stirring up the unknown Nuo Great Sword Array to flash from time to time. Like rain hitting the surface of a lake, small raindrops appeared densely above the sword array and rippled.

The wind on the top of the mountain cliff urges all things! The great movement that cannot be concealed startled the top of the Jiufeng Mountain to look at it from afar...... There are occasional climbers on the peak, and they all stop for it, showing amazement and appreciation!

It's just that this climber is not a sword warrior who participates in the challenge.

The mountain he climbed was also not the Nine Heavens Peaks.

The mountain at his feet is the most steep and majestic among the seventy-two strange peaks in Kunlun, and the most magnificent and towering.

This mountain is called Kunlun Peak!

The top of the mountain is the top of Kunlun!

He was going to climb the top of the mountain that no one had visited for thousands of years but one. On the top of Kunlun, there are two attics that stand for thousands of years and go straight to the sea of stars, the long-lost star-picking attic and the stargazing attic.

He wanted to look at the endless brilliant stars on the top of the mountain, and look at the stars that could be picked at his fingertips.

His name is Yi Xingchuan.

Thousands of years ago, he was a stargazing old man respected by countless people in the Kunlun Sword Pavilion.

Thousands of years ago, he was the dashing young man in Kunlun Mountain who rode the crane to the clouds.

He is a sword enthalpy!

He was going to meet an old man, an old man who had personally wounded him and sealed him in his body for thousands of years, causing him to go insane.

That old man is his senior brother, the only senior brother in his life.

That old man's name is Sword Entropy, and now he is the head of Kunlun Sword Pavilion and the old man who picks stars!

On the long and steep mountain road, I don't know how to wear tattered Taoist robes for thousands of years, my head is full of gray and fluffy hair, and my back is bent by endless grievances...... The sloppy back of the emaciated old stargazer looks a little sad.

The good thing is that it was only a matter of moments.

Stargazers go fast.

His body also changed quickly.

He took a thousand steps in one step.

The thin and rickety back in a tattered robe suddenly turned into a white robe, tall and straight.

He climbed another thousand steps.

The unkempt gray hair turned into three thousand silver in an instant, and it fell down on his shoulders like snow and a waterfall.

He climbed 3,000 steps.

The wrinkled skin of the old face became handsome and extraordinary, and the face looked like that of a twenty-year-old man in the prime of his life.

White-dressed, silver-haired, white-eyed, handsome face, and restrained eyes.

The figure of the mountain climber, the temperament and rhythm emanating from the steps, made the aura and sword qi of the entire mountain tremble.

It's as if he's not mountaineering, he's going back in time!

Climb 3,000 steps with your hands in your hands, and turn back 3,000 years!

The sword enthalpy who climbed to the top of the clouds stood in front of the Star Picking Pavilion and looked up, returning to his hometown after a thousand years, and his thoughts were surging endlessly.

The door to the attic of the Star Picking Pavilion slowly opened.

That's a welcome.

The sword enthalpy retracted his mind and stepped in.

He entered the Star Picking Pavilion.

Although he has been a thousand-year-old brother with the old man of the stars, today is the first time that the old man of the stars has entered the pavilion of the stars.

Jian Yan didn't have the heart to look at the starry sky patterns on the four walls of the attic, in fact, these patterns were no different from his own stargazing pavilion, just a record of a galaxy in different directions.

Jian Enthalpy's eyes looked at the other side with deep eyes.

A very cold and fairy wind blew, and the wind blew away the clouds and mist, sending a majestic figure into view.

The same white clothes and white hair, the same hands standing, the same handsome face, the same deep eyes.

At first glance, these two people look like siblings of the same mother, not only in shape, but also in god.

The person who came was not the head of the Sword Pavilion and the star picker.

He was the elder brother of the sword enthalpy thousands of years ago.

His name is Sword Entropy.

Seeing his only junior brother again after a thousand years, Jian Entropy's eyes revealed countless nostalgia.

That's nostalgia, but also some sadness.

He clearly remembered that at the foot of Kunlun Mountain, they competed in martial arts and swords, and the point stopped.

They chased with their swords among the mountains.

They ate and slept together.

They are like brothers and sisters.

But thousands of years ago, he stabbed him with a sword.

Sword Entropy, who trembled slightly in his heart, did not speak.

A pair of sword enthalpy with eyes as flat as the starry sky did not speak.

They just stood and looked at each other.

No one knows what kind of feelings this pair of brothers and sisters who have been entangled in grievances for thousands of years have with each other.

Maybe even they themselves can't tell.

Three thousand years ago, the stargazer had the strength to take the life of the stargazer, but he only put a seal on his junior brother.

Three thousand years later, when he saw the Milky Way in the night sky, he knew that his brother had woken up from madness, but he was still indifferent.

Don't kill, and don't move the idea of killing.

To hate or not to hate.

Righteousness or unrighteousness.

Maybe he can't tell the difference!

The silence in the Star Picking Pavilion lasted for an unknown amount of time, and Sword Entropy finally sighed deeply: "Senior brother, are you here?"

Jian Yan nodded slightly, and the voice was vicissitudes and far-reaching: "Senior brother, you are old!"

……

There are countless strong disciples under the seventy-two strange peaks of the Kunlun Sword Pavilion, but no one dares to enter the Star Picking Pavilion. So no one knew that the stargazer was in that attic.

Everyone is paying attention to the Kunlun event of Qingmei boiling swords.

In the green plum forest at the foot of the mountain, the one-armed Liluo held the twenty-four divine soldiers to one against ten, and couldn't wait to end the final battle of the Lunjiantai points event in advance.

The final that was originally scheduled to be one-on-one was picked by him alone.

The sword is twenty-four and one, and no one can match it.

Ten people on the sword platform collapsed.

Standing away from the sword and standing majestic.

The green plum forest resounded with roaring thunderous applause one after another.

All the cultivators who had come from afar who were not optimistic about the departure of the one-armed sword slave and the many outer disciples of the Sword Pavilion were only stunned under the incessant applause.

It's just that the easy victory is not impressed.

There are seven places for Qingmei to cook swords, and he has accounted for one of them.

He raised his eyes to look at the peak of the Nine Heavens Peak, as if he saw a red-haired man with a blood-red sword on his back climbing the mountain.

(PS: Slow hand speed, hot weather, no air conditioning, so miserable!) Here I promise you that I will write a good book, write a really good book to come out.) I also hope that everyone can never give up, accompany Juntiantu all the way to grow, and accompany Loulan to witness every bit of achievements. In addition, at the beginning of the month, the monthly pass is still valid, and the twenty monthly passes are added. I will remember that yesterday and what I owe on Monday will be made up at the end of the week. There are still a few monthly passes left to add a new one, and it will also be on weekends. ）