The azure Dao robe in the air, burning with Dao fire, fell downward.

Liu Shi had a broken blade stuck in his chest.

"Master!"

Liu Shiyi was full of grief and indignation, and his face turned red.

In the sky above the Law Enforcement Hall, a black shadow rose into the sky, taking over Liu Shi, whose robe was stained with blood.

Xu Lai raised his head, his expression was gloomy, and he gritted his teeth and said, "Yuan Fuyin ......"

Three life stars emerged, and majestic starlight surged out from between Xu Lai's sleeves and robes, condensing into hundreds of flying swords.

Xu Lai, who had returned from the West Sea, had a thought, and the sky above the Law Enforcement Hall was filled with the sound of swords bursting into the air.

Seeing this scene, Yuan Fuyin's face was calm, there was a frost and cold between his eyebrows and eyes, and he didn't even have a trace of waves, the old man's robe was blown up by the strong wind, and he slashed through the "Snow Sword" in his hand-

The Great Elder snorted lightly, "Go!"

The heavy snow sword aura is like a tide.

The sword weapon condensed by Xu Lai Xinghui was quickly covered with a layer of green frost the moment it came into contact with the heavy snow sword tide, and quickly froze into solid ice, and then the sword qi trembled, shattered into powder, fluttering and sprinkling, it was really like heavy snow flying.

The sky is full of silver.

Xu Lai took Liu Shi, and his body was instantly engulfed by the snow tide.

Without looking at the figures of the two people, Yuan Fuyin immediately raised his other palm after slashing out a sword.

The wind is blowing!

"Boom-"

The moment he raised his palm, the ancient pillars of the Law Enforcement Hall rose from the ground in unison, hanging in the air.

The ancient pillars of the Law Enforcement Hall were hollowed out, and the wind and snow were imprisoned, and the sword qi of the Great Snow Sword was poured into it, all square and ten zhang in radius, and everyone who came here was trapped in a piece of wind and snow, ethereal.

Even the small mountain lord of Shushan, who was known as the invincible hand of the Great Sui in close combat, did not make a sound.

The Sword Lake monk who is in charge of the "heavy snow" of the sheath is the palace master of the Sword Lake Palace, and all the prohibitions of the entire holy mountain can be controlled by him.

And now, this formation suspended from the ancient pillar of the Law Enforcement Hall is called "Wind and Snow Great Silence", which is the most powerful suppression formation in the entire Jianhu Palace, second only to the Mountain Protection Array.

Enough to suppress anyone below Nirvana.

The old man hanging in the air, his eyebrows and beards were white, and after being contaminated with wind and snow, he had a sense of silence.

He stood in the air and let out a long breath.

After getting the heavy snow, Yuan Fuyin's mood was calm and terrifying.

The heart lake is covered with a layer of frost and snow.

Needle drops can be heard.

For some reason, he remembered what his senior brother had said to him back then.

Holding heavy snow is not a good thing.

The old man picked up the heavy snow, looked at it silently, and looked at the ancient sword that was returned to the sheath, and the graceful lines on the sword body were cast from ice and snow, engraved with swimming fish, big whales, clouds, Gu Dan, and two Taoist boys who carried flat burdens......

This ancient sword has an intoxicating magic.

Immerse yourself in it.

Before you know it, a layer of frost and snow freezes in the heart lake.

Is this what Senior Brother wants to convey? After holding the heavy snow...... If the realm is not enough, if it is too dependent, it may cause backlash.

The old man smiled mockingly.

The sharpness of the snow can only be perceived by holding it in your hand......

If there is a mountain ahead.

Then heavy snow can open the mountain.

If there is a big river ahead.

Then heavy snow can break the river.

Yuan Fuyin could be sure that there would not be another sword in this world, sharper than heavy snow.

With just one sword, you can kill all the monks in the same realm.

With such a sword, what other sword cultivator in the world could match him?

......

......

Inside the formation of the wind and snow and the silence.

Ten zhang wind and snow, three zhang Qingming.

Xu Lai, whose lips were black, his shoulders were contaminated by the snow sword qi, which was already covered with a layer of green frost, and the terrifying degree of the snow sword qi far exceeded his imagination...... He looked up at the woman in black and white.

Before he left the Jianhu Palace, he had heard of the name of the "Thousand Hands" of the small mountain lord of Shushan, at that time, Shushan had not yet come out of Xu Zang, and the entire holy mountain was supported by "Thousand Hands" alone.

That woman, judging from her appearance and body alone, could not tell her real age...... But the breath on her body is like a Mount Tai that has been beaten by wind and rain, when she is an enemy, she is heavy and unshakable, and when she is an ally, she is extremely reliable, even if the wind and rain come, she will never take half a step back, and even if the sky falls, she will definitely be able to carry it.

The formation of wind and snow and great silence, once it rises, even if it is a great cultivator of the Star Monarch realm, it will be trapped in it, this wind and snow in the sky, cutting the starlight, the wisps are like swords scraping bones.

Senju-sama's expression did not change.

The black-and-white smage draped over his shoulders made a hunting sound.

In particular, the two big sleeves swayed violently, not blown up by the wind and snow, but automatically without wind, and were stirred by the air machine that overflowed like a wave of its own.

Within a radius of three zhang, the world is clear, and the wind and snow cannot be bullied.

Her eyes were far away locked on the old figure standing in the air outside the "Wind and Snow Great Silence" formation.

Across a large array, even if the wind and snow are worse, she can see clearly what "Yuan Fuyin" is doing.

The old man, after holding the sword, first looked at it for a moment, and then raised it high.

What does that action mean...... It couldn't be more obvious.

The man who wields the sword, the head of the sword lake.

A wisp of sword qi emanated from the tip of the Great Snow Sword.

It's like the first drop of rain that falls on the surface of a large lake that is as calm as a mirror.

The entire Holy Mountain of Jianhu Palace, the sky above the entire Honglai City, a layer of wind and snow rippled.

It's not just the formation of the Law Enforcement Hall that was opened by Yuan Fuyin, but the entire Sword Lake Palace.

Up and down, all formations, all open.

.......

.......

The alchemy hall of the Sword Lake Palace.

The candles in the main hall are flickering.

All the disciples of the Alchemy Hall woke up from the state of retreat, their faces were confused, and they looked out of the hall, the dome of the Sword Lake Palace was cloudy, and the saber on their waists trembled.

Then he instantly unsheathed and flew out of the main hall.

The sword qi is roaring, the holy mountain of the Sword Lake Palace, the mountain gate, the mountainside, the top of the mountain.

Countless disciples' edgeworth, after the "heavy snow" was returned to the sheath, under the deliberate will of the person holding the sword, uncontrollably flew out of the sword body and swarmed away.

In the main hall, the candles were extinguished.

The sword qi has not been extinguished.

Just as all the disciples looked at each other, one of the disciples let out an exclamation.

In the futon under the seat, a short dagger that had been hidden for an unknown number of years was swept out.

It's a sword.

A long time ago, the sword hidden by the old-timers of the Sword Lake Palace.

Not only the Alchemy Palace, but also the Sword Casting Pavilion, Honglai Lake, many hidden places of the Holy Mountain, remote mountains, and areas that had been dominated by the sword qi of the "Heavy Snow" all responded after the sword body was returned to the sheath.

This is an extremely laborious and useless task.

But this is the power that can only be held after holding the "heavy snow".

Someone has trekked on this road for a lifetime, and finally got his wish, so the first thing he did was to see this sword clearly.

And then the second thing to do.

It's to see what this sword represents.

The shadow above the Law Enforcement Hall of the Sword Lake Palace, between the clouds of heaven and earth, and the brilliant thunder, straightened its back.

It's just a few short breaths, looking at the sword weapons flying across the sky and kowtowing to him, looking at the sword lake formation that is constantly shining on the mountainside, and the sword aura that is constantly rushing towards the sky, his face is no longer pale, no longer old, but more and more vigorous.

What does this sword represent?

Now he sees it clearly.

This sword represents the Sword Lake Palace in the Western Realm.

It represents the most powerful sacred mountain in the western realm.

And he is the owner of this holy mountain.

......

......

At the mountain gate of Jianhu Palace, on both sides of the path, the withered grass is swaying, and the blades of grass are flying upside down.

The entire Sword Lake Palace, all the swords, flew towards the head of the old man who was hanging on the top of the Sword Lake Mountain, above the Law Enforcement Hall.

There are, of course, exceptions.

At the mountain gate, there is a figure in a white robe.

He had an ancient sword pinned to his waist, as quiet as water, not moving or shaking.

The snow beckoned it to not move.

Maybe...... It's because the face under the white robe is even older than the Great Elder.

The white-robed old man, standing at the mountain gate of the Sword Lake Palace, in April in the world, because of the heavy snow and sword qi, the grass blades on both sides of the mountain gate path were dry.

The old man looked up from afar.

He saw the entire holy mountain, thousands of sword weapons, all sucked by the "heavy snow", suspended in the sky above the Law Enforcement Hall, one by one, in a clear array.

The Great Snow Sword has not been sheathed for a long time.

The power of the swords is still strong.

But compared to the first time he saw the "heavy snow", the scene of the hanging sword in Sword Lake is far less than it was at the beginning, and it is not even shocking, it can only be said to be commonplace...... Everything in this world ages, not only people, but also swords, and when "Daxue" is forged, it is indeed the sharpest in the world.

However, generation after generation of users, either intentionally or unintentionally, unsheathed, makes it inevitable to wear out the edge.

If you have truly seen the unreserved unsheathed "heavy snow", you will know its inextinguishable beauty.

However, the more beautiful something is, the faster it dies.

Therefore, the one who opened up Penglai in the West Sea, when "Heavy Snow" came out, immediately cast a scabbard to repair "Heavy Snow" and gave it the name "Immortal", hoping to delay the time of "Heavy Snow" death.

Xihai Penglai gave "immortality" to the Jianhu Palace of the Great Sui.

Only when the two swords are combined is the "big snow" that is invincible in the world when it just came out.

Until Xu Lai "immortalized" the scabbard of the sword and stole it back to the West Sea.

The two swords separated.

Thereupon...... It didn't take long for the sword-shaped "Daxue" to be broken by the amazing man named "Pei Min".

This history, at the moment of the sheath, was merged into the sheath.

Everything that happens today will be a thing of the past.

The white-robed old man looked calm and raised his head.

The sword aura of the heavy snow filled the Sword Lake Palace.

At the foot of the barren mountain gate of sword qi, the old man took the first step to the Sword Lake Palace.

In the clouds, the first snow-white crystals floated out.

He never used his cultivation, he walked slowly with every step, the wind around him was not strong, and the blades of grass were not shaken.

For hundreds of years, he has been just a passer-by in this world.

......

......

The sky above the Hall of Law Enforcement.

Yuan Fuyin, who commanded countless sword weapons to hang in the air, held the heavy snow and calmly looked at the formation called "Wind and Snow Great Silence" under him.

Ten breaths passed.

There was no movement in that formation.

It's like everybody, frozen into ice slag.

But he knew it couldn't be.

The small mountain lord of Shu Mountain did not hide his breath, and across a large array, he could also sense that the hot breath like blazing lava, the woman who shook the Great Sui was trapped in the "wind and snow silence", and it was still like an active volcano that could erupt at any time.

Yuan Fuyin narrowed his eyes, waiting for a thousand hands to break the formation.

If the "Wind and Snow Silence" can't trap her, it's her turn to take action.

However, he did not wait for a thousand hands to strike......

In the wind and snow of the formation, the hot breath like a volcano actually subsided a little.

The wind and snow are shaking, within three feet.

The Thousand-Handed Star Monarch, who was covered in black and white, stood beside Ning Yi, not standing a little more, nor standing a little less.

She looked at Ning Yi and spoke calmly.

"Mr. Zhao Rui once told me that heavy snow is the sharpest sword in the world. ”

The sky was full of wind and snow.

But the woman's tone was not cold.

Later, Xu Zang said to me that Mr. Zhao Rui was not right. ”

"But it's a pity...... The Snow Sword shattered. So after coming out of the mountain, Xu Zang's junior brother traveled all over the world of the Great Sui, and until the end, he had no chance to compete with the heavy snow and compete with him. ”

Ning Yi was stunned.

He asked just now, there are swords in this world that are comparable to heavy snow. ”

Thousand-Handed Xingjun smiled, one hand pointed to Yuan Fuyin hanging in the air outside the "Wind and Snow Great Silence" array, and the other hand was gently placed on Ning Yi's shoulder.

She said softly: "Senior brother, prove it to him." ”

A "junior brother".

Ning Yi looked moved.

The black-robed young man lowered his head, his palm rubbed the oil-paper umbrella, and the desire of "fine snow" penetrated the scabbard and was ready to come out...... Mr. Zhao Rui, Dongyanzi, when casting "fine snow" in the north, took the heavy snow of Jianhu Palace as the prototype, and the original intention was to create a sword weapon as sharp as "heavy snow".

Ning Yi knew in his heart what Senior Sister Qianshou's words meant.

Mr. Zhao Rui's "fine snow" and Xu Zang's "fine snow" are the same sword, but they are not the same sword.

How sharp the sword is depends on the person who wields it.

The same.

The "fine snow" that Xu Zang was holding at that time was not the same as the one he was holding now.

There are plains of white bones.

There is the divinity of the divine pool.

There is a "sword bone" that will never be bent.

In the midst of the snow and snow.

The Thousand-Hand Star Monarch said lightly: "Ning Yi, don't worry about the realm...... I'll help you get rid of all obstacles. ”

Ning Yi took a deep breath.

"Good. ”

The sacred pond is boiling.

He needs a lot of divinity.

The clay stone statue sitting in the sky sensed the boiling of the heart lake and the sacred pond.

He no longer pretended to sleep, but slowly opened his eyes and sighed softly.

A long-cherished ray of gloomy divinity swept out of the cracked lines in the center of the eyebrows and poured into the fine snow blade.

Ning Yi sensed this precious divinity, and his heart was greatly touched, and he hurriedly said gratefully: "Thank you seniors." ”

The ancestor of the White Deer Cave Academy just smiled.

This wisp of divinity is given, which means that he will sleep again for a long time.

It's just that he didn't die and returned to sleep, but stared at the "Lionheart King's Divine Crystal" at the bottom of the Divine Pool, and sneered: "The surname is Li...... You are also from the royal family, and you are soaked in the divine pool by Ning Xiaozi all day long, and you are not thin, and when it is critical, you will not pull out a dime, this is not suitable, right?"

The divine crystallization of the Lionheart King, after hearing the words, fell silent for a moment, as if he was thinking.

After a moment, the divine crystal trembled slightly.

The outermost layer of the surface fell off, and the divine pool was like a tidal wave, surging, and the vision was steep, and now Ning Yi's divine pool could not carry the divine power of the Lionheart King at all, and the divine glow splashed around, and finally merged into one.

The wisp of Shenxia that finally closed, as strong as a green dragon, crashed into the fine snow, penetrated the sinking bottom, and brought out bursts of roar, so that the sword edge of the fine snow had not yet come out of the sheath, and it brought the sound of wind and thunder whistling.

Ning Yi's eyes were bright and hot.

He stared at the frost and snow ahead.

The bones of his own sword, full in the fine snow sheath, almost overflowed.

He's never been at this peak.

Thousand-handed Xingjun's eyes were surprised, looking at his little junior brother, the "fine snow" that he had seen for three generations, in Ning Yi's hands, glowed with a completely different and outstanding demeanor from the previous two.

The lord of Shushan Mountain looked pleased.

The black and white big coat waved his sleeves out.

Thousand Hands shouted in a deep voice: "Open!"

The shadow of the palm in the sky, along with the black and white sleeves, struck out, palm by palm through the wind and snow, like a drum.

Thousands of hands open the screen.

In an instant, the large array of the Law Enforcement Hall was shattered.

The dozens of ancient pillars hanging above the Law Enforcement Hall were shattered and shot out under the slap of a thousand hands, and the stone chips burst open.

Wind and sand walk rocks.

The sky was full of frost and snow, and it was directly hit apart by this majestic force.

There was clarity in front of me.

After breaking through the "Wind and Snow Great Silence", a thousand hands and one palm gently pressed against the back of his little junior brother, and the palm was slightly forced.

A soft push.

A cobweb exploded on the soles of Ning Yi's feet, and the black robe shot out suddenly.

Yuan Fuyin, who hung above the law enforcement hall, witnessed the most magnificent scene in his life in an instant.

The snowstorm was scattered.

Looking down from above, the thousand-armed star monarch dressed in black and white is small and dazzling, and the deity is like a stable Bodhisattva who has crossed the world, and the Buddha gave birth to thousands of arms that are as golden as a lotus.

This scene is too shocking.

The "Wind and Snow Great Silence" used by the Law Enforcement Hall to suppress the Star Monarch Great Cultivator was directly destroyed by the woman with brute force in an instant.

Immediately after, in front of Yuan Fuyin's eyes, a rapidly enlarged black shadow was shot.

Is it the little cub of Shushan who has not yet reached the Ten Realms?

His mind went blank, and the first thought that came to him was, why?

A small sword cultivator who is less than ten realms dares to release brilliance!

Ridiculous, ridiculous!

Yuan Fuyin pressed down with one palm, and countless sword qi hanging in the air, mixed with his majestic starlight, directly swarmed down.

Cultivators who have not yet reached the Ten Realms will be completely annihilated in less than one breath.

However, the young man was not overwhelmed by the sword qi.

He's still rushing upwards, still sweeping forward.

And it's getting faster and faster.

Beside him, there was a very faint black and white aura, and behind him seemed to give birth to an eye-opening thousand-armed Jizo King Bodhisattva, swords, guns, swords, halberds, and swords, and the sword qi that swooped down was all shattered without exception.

The starlight of Yuan Fuyin was vulnerable in front of the thousand-armed Bodhisattva.

He had a glimmer of consciousness and understood why Ning Yi could rush in front of him......

It is the protection of the small mountain lord of Shushan.

She was going to send this boy to herself?

Yuan Fuyin caught a glimpse of Ning Yi's movement of holding the hilt of the sword at his waist with one hand.

The boy drew his sword.

Thousand hands escorted him to himself.

It was for the sword.

In his mind, it was still that ridiculous question.

It's still that, why.

Could it be that the "fine snow" forged by Zhao Rui in Shushan?

The expression of the Great Elder of the Sword Lake Palace was full of indifference, and he held high the "heavy snow" that had gone through thousands of years of wind and frost, and slashed it unstoppably.

Above the Sword Lake Palace, two figures "collided" together.

Ning Yi finally pulled out a trace of wind and thunder trembling brilliance, and the rumbling sword body cut out the sound of the scabbard, overflowing with majestic divinity.

Two sword lights, into the bones and flesh, exploded with a bang.

Standing on the ground of the Law Enforcement Hall, Qianshou raised his hands and protected them in front of him, and in an instant, an indestructible inverted circular barrier was propped up in front of everyone.

Similarly, on Ning Yi's body, the thousand-armed Bodhisattva with a dignified face, with the movements of the Thousand-Handed Star Monarch on the ground, at the same time, he put on a posture of raising his arms and folding them in front of his forehead, struggling to protect the young man who was not strong enough, and the Bodhisattva's treasure light was worn out inch by inch in the sword qi.

The sword light exploded in the sky above the Sword Lake Palace.

......

......

Silver.

A piece of silver.

It may be because the sword qi exploded too violently.

So much so that when Pei Fuya opened her eyes, there was a white silver in front of her...... It wasn't until seven or eight breaths after opening her eyes that she rubbed her cheeks several times that she eased up and realized.

In April, in the Jianhu Palace, over Honglai Lake, there was a heavy snowfall.

The old man hanging in the air maintained the posture of holding the sword, and the tip of the heavy snow sword pointed obliquely at the ground.

The goose feathers and snow fell on his shoulders, and his beard and eyebrows were dead white.

Ning Yi, who fell to the ground and staggered, stood up, the "Thousand-armed Bodhisattva" on his body was broken, the starlight was blown away by the wind, and the young man's black robe swayed in the heavy snow.

Ning Yi stood with his sword in his sword, silently raised his head, and looked at the old man in the sky.

The corners of his lips slowly overflowed with a bright red.

The old man hanging in the air, all white.

Yuan Fuyin closed his eyes, but he couldn't erase anything from his mind...... At that moment just now, the scene of the young man surnamed Ning smashing his sword on his own sword.

The Great Snow Sword came out of its sheath, and with a click, a crack opened.

Heavy snow...... Shattered.

This injury is not unhealable, as long as it is sheathed again, Changsheng can raise it...... It won't be long.

It won't be long before you're back sharpened.

But...... Why was it shattered by the boy's sword?

The old man's eyes were confused, and he tried to put the snow back into the sheath, but he was halfway there.

His shoulders shook suddenly.

A narrow bloody opening opened in the center of the eyebrows.

Just like the little Wuliang Mountain Lord back then, his whole body, three hundred and sixty acupoints, were splashed with a subtle and narrow blood waterfall.

He laughed miserably, looking at the "heavy snow" in his hand as thin as a cicada's wings, broken pieces of it, pieces of flying like snow, and the white goose feathers in the air, it was difficult to distinguish the authenticity...... Everything became blurry in front of Yuan Fuyin's eyes, and until now, he still couldn't believe the absurdity of what had happened in this short period of time.

Above the Law Enforcement Palace, a figure fell.

Smash into the snow.

A puddle of blood mist was smashed.

It was a miserable white, and it turned into a dark red.

On the top of the Sword Lake Palace, countless suspended sword weapons lost control, and they fell one after another, crackling into the heavy snow, some deep and some shallow, some positive and some oblique.

The barren ruins outside the Law Enforcement Hall fell into a forest of swords.

Pei Fu breathed a sigh of relief.

Liu Shiyi also breathed a sigh of relief, looking at the broken "heavy snow" in the flying snow with a complicated expression.

Everyone, more or less, relaxed a little.

In April, it snows heavily.

Ning Yi stood in front of them, standing with his sword in hand, rubbing his eyebrows, looking tired and happy.

He silently looked at the "fine snow" he had stuck in the snow.

Ning Yi's divine thoughts sincerely expressed his gratitude to the two seniors.

Before the sword weapon closed his eyes, he nodded, weak, pretending not to think so, but actually concealed his fatigue and praised indifferently: "Just smash that broken sword." ”

And the crystallization of the Lionheart King is, as usual, dead and silent at the bottom of the Divine Pool.

Kamiike gurgled two bubbles.

Ning Yi folded his palms on the hilt of his sword, turned his back to everyone, and pulled the corners of his mouth slightly.

This sword ...... I really drained my body and bones.

He looked back at the people behind him.

Pei Fu showed a big smile, and the sword idiot quietly gave a thumbs up in his sleeve.

Senior Sister Thousand Hands smiled at him with satisfaction.

Seeing all this, Ning Yi rubbed his cheeks.

He suddenly found that Xu Lai and Liu Shi looked past him and looked at the end of the sword forest in the distance in confusion.

Senior Sister Thousand Hands also narrowed her eyes.

Ning Yi turned around.

......

......

In the wind and snow, there was a small cutting sound.

The extremely sharp fragments, cutting through the wind and snow, converged towards the end of the sword forest, like a silk thread pulling.

Dense and continuous sounds rang out.

The shattered "heavy snow" was just like this pulled by the invisible sword qi, cutting out dozens of sword qi waves, sweeping into the far end of the sword forest, where it was silvery white, and nothing could be seen clearly.

The "Immortal" scabbard rolled in the air, drawing two semicircular arcs, and before it could land, it was sucked away by the suction force in the air.

With a bang, the fragments were sheathed.

Crisp and pleasant, just listening to the sound, you can imagine the scene of the snow fragments recasting the full sword shape.

The man came from the end of the snowstorm in the distance.

A whitish linen robe.

It was pitch black, clear and godly pupils.

It's a very old man.

On the side of the waist, there is an ancient sword with a sheath engraved with a green frost pattern hanging upside down, and the red spikes of the hilt hang down, swaying with the wind.

This old man is not the same as the "old" of Yuan Fuyin.

It was as clean as snow, not a single speck of dust.

Covered in glass, walking in the snow, the breath is natural, like the master of the ice and snow, when the sword weapon in the sword forest lands, it takes the initiative to open a road, surrounds him, lowers the sword head, clanging, and greets his coming...... None of this is a big deal.

What made Ning Yi really jealous was that at this moment, the "fine snow" standing with both hands was trembling, and he had to press his hands tightly to suppress the sword weapon.

Glancing at the old man, there was no desire or distraction in the old man's eyes.

Nothing.

Empty.

But there is everything.

See through the red dust, see through everything.

Ning Yi's heart gave birth to a very determined thought-

This old man must be Nirvana, at least Nirvana!

Ning Yi had a face-to-face with the great cultivators of the Nirvana realm, and aside from the experience of borrowing his body from the sword weapon of the Qingshan Mansion, the trip to the Red Mountain, the Demon Saint Nine Lingyuan Sage, the "Song Bird" of the Spirit Mountain, and the "Gu Yi Ren" of Yaochi did not give him such a big shock......

Who is this old man?

This question is on everyone's mind.

Until Xu Lai's voice sounded.

He bowed his head respectfully and shouted.

"Taishi Ancestor. ”

Taishi Zu.

Xu Lai came from the West Sea.

There is only one Taishi Ancestor in Xihai, who lived a long time ago, and has lived for a long time, he is an old sword immortal who became famous a long time ago, and Mr. Yuan Chun of Tiandu City is also a close friend.

If you want to talk about age...... Then this old sword immortal of the West Sea can even compete with His Majesty the current emperor.

The old man hummed softly, walked through the sword forest, walked through the heavy snow, and came to Xu Lai, he looked at Xu Lai, to be precise, at the man in the Taoist robe that Xu Lai was supporting.

Liu Shi still had the short dagger in his chest, and he said weakly: "I've seen it...... Taishi Zu. ”

The old sword immortal of the West Sea said softly: "My life is short. If you don't nirvana, you will definitely die, and if you don't, you will die nine times for a lifetime. ”

Liu Shi smiled and said nothing.

The Dao fire on his body has already ignited his soul.

The old sword immortal said calmly: "Remembering that you are the descendant of an old friend, I will save your life and help you extinguish the Dao fire." ”

In front of Liu Shi's forehead, he was dotted by a phantom that he couldn't see clearly.

The Dao fire that had been burned on his body actually spread out like this.

What a miracle is this?

The old sword fairy had already withdrawn the finger that was lightly tapping on Liu Shi's forehead, and with his other hand, he inserted the snow into the face of "Liu Shi" with his backhand, and said to Xu Lai: "Stealing Changsheng, even if it is returned to the sheath, you will be punished, if you return to Penglai, you will be punished for facing the wall for ten years." ”

Xu Lai was silent for a long time.

This old ancestor actually left the West Sea and came to the Great Sui ...... Then everything that happened in the Sword Lake Palace was naturally also seen by this old man.

This old ancestor is here, no matter whether Shu Mountain comes forward or not, as long as Yuan Fuyin moves his evil intentions, takes away the "heavy snow", and wants to steal Liu Shi's position as the master of the Sword Lake Palace, the outcome is doomed to failure.

The world-famous "heavy snow", in the eyes of Yuan Fuyin, is one of the best treasures, but in the eyes of the old man, it is just a sword, and it is not a treasure that must be taken.

This old ancestor has always been ethereal, the highest place in the Penglai Hall is enshrined in his life card, it is said that he has a pure heart and few desires to the extreme, and his cultivation is extremely high, so no one knows the whereabouts of the ancestor, but the disciples who clean the hall regularly every day will pay attention to the life card.

The life card is safe, it is the West Sea Taiping.

As long as it is not about the survival of the two sects, the old ancestor will generally not make a move, and now Yuan Fuyin, who has grabbed the sword, has just stepped on this red line...... Xu Lai took a deep breath, looked at the scarlet where the body fell, and thought to himself that he really deserved to die.

He frowned suddenly, and a doubt rose in his heart.

Yuan Fuyin is dead.

There was no need for the old ancestor to show his face at all...... Why is it in front of everyone today?

After the "heavy snow" was inserted into the ground, the old man stopped looking at others.

The white linen robe turned around.

The old sword immortal of the West Sea came to Ning Yi's face.

He first looked at the "fine snow" that Ning Yi was standing on, and witnessed the scene when Ning Yi smashed the "heavy snow", and the old man praised it extremely rarely: "This sword of yours is very good." ”

Then he smiled and said, "Ning Yi, I went to the Heavenly Capital and had a conversation with that Purple Lotus, so I know all the things that happened before and after you entered the Heavenly Capital......

Ning Yi's expression was a little confused, he knew that the purple lotus flower in the old man's mouth referred to Mr. "Yuan Chun...... But he really couldn't understand what was going on with this old sword immortal of the West Sea who was looking for him?

The old man did not beat around the bush, but went straight to the point: "Ning Yi." Would you like to join my Xihai Sect and be my personal disciple?"

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