The wind and smoke rose, the evening light reflected the sky, and half of the slanting sun dyed the river surface red. The riverside knotweed is also painted crimson, bright and cold, like azaleas blooming in spring. The west wind is tight, the warbler is gradually disappearing, and the cicadas are whispering, like a sad song.

The autumn wind was bleak, as if he had returned from the desert north dyed with wild sword energy, and only took a look at his face, brushed his willow clothes, and thinned off the bright flowers. This autumn wind is also like the turbid air spit out by the arrogant man outside the plug, the square is vertical and horizontal, the heaven and the earth are dirty, and it is too empty and desolate. This autumn wind is also the gentle water town after the wind and rain after the lingering bleak atmosphere, after this, the flower forest is scattered, the jade valley into withering.

The yellow flowers fall to the ground, the white willows cross the slope, the river is turbulent like a streamer pouring for thousands of miles, and the smoke is like a group of demons dancing. The grass and trees on Jianting Mountain are also scattered, and the ghost aura is full, like a secluded place, full of ghosts.

At the waterfront, there stood a straight figure, like a sharp lone sword. He stood there, straight like the lonely smoke of the desert, and Xiao like the ink pine in the court. Nalan Changxing still closed his eyes and didn't open them for a long time. It seems that in this world, there is only him and the long sword in his arms. Even if he came to challenge the myth of cultivating the truth, he never really took that person to heart. He disdained to besiege a man with those men, and he seemed to disdain nothing but the sword in his hand and the Tao in his heart. He is the sword god, only a sword, and there is nothing in the world that can enter his eyes.

On Jianting Mountain, the eight great immortal Dao sects joined forces to attack the enemy, but so far they have not seen the true face of Lushan. The disciples of the Eight Great Sects were blocked by dozens of straw puppets, and they didn't even set foot on the mountainside.

Zheng Tieyun, the youngest Huang Pin Dan Master in Dangu, his eyes were as cold as a sword that could hurt people at any time. The white tiger on his head is invincible, and he has the power to swallow heaven and earth. Even though he was extremely talented and had already entered the feathering period, he had repeatedly died at this moment. His opponent was not only Qi Xiangying, whose soul lamp had long been extinguished, but also the Feathering Stage monk of the Flying Eagle Gate, he dragged his tired body and struggled to sacrifice a venerable dragon tripod. The sun and the moon and the stars are engraved in Ding, the streamer is flashy, the Rui Qi in the Ding is overflowing, and the yin and yang are circulating.

"White Tiger Divine Technique!" he roared, and once again pressed towards the crowd. The magic wheel is like the light of the moon, the hammer of the heavenly way, and the breath of the nine shades. Zheng Tieyun stood in the field, as if he was a bloody immortal. He shook back the weird Qi Xiangying puppet man with one palm, and then ran a spell to pick up the dragon tripod and kill Wan Longtao and the others.

Wan Longtao sneered, only to see pieces of shock, flying knives slashed away, and the elegant arc really looked like dead leaves swept away by the autumn wind. It also hurts people, and it can kill people, even immortals. This is the unique stunt flying knife technique of the Flying Eagle Gate, which can kill people invisibly and take people's heads for thousands of miles.

Wan Longtao didn't go all out, he was always on guard against Zheng Tieyun's breath, the most terrifying thing about a Huang Pin Dan Master was his unpredictable elixir and magic weapon. As the most noble Dan Master in the Immortal Cultivation Realm, he naturally will not lack financial resources. Once Zheng Tieyun became ruthless, Wan Longtao had no bottom in his heart. The purpose of his entanglement Zheng Tieyun is to avenge the revenge of Dangu Huo Ying for killing his disciples, Zheng Tieyun is Zheng Tieyun, if Zheng Tieyun is also a devourer, then Wan Longtao will be a killer. Therefore, he is also waiting, waiting for Zheng Tieyun to show the horse's feet that he is a devourer.

On the other side, the disciples of the Tianjia Sect, the Northern Hell True Sect and other sects were also entangled by puppets. The eyes of the people of the Tianjia Sect and the Northern Darkness True Sect were red, what did they see? Those puppets were the five sons of the Tianjia Sect, the four evils of the west wind, Long Xi, Mo Wusheng, and Chang Long...... All died at the hands of Lin Ziyun.

It's not just the people of the Heavenly Armor Sect and the Northern Darkness True Sect whose eyes are red, but also the people of the Purple Thunder Sect and the Thousand Feather Sect. Among these puppets, they also saw people from the same family, but unfortunately they were only a puppet, not real people. These people have long since died, and Lin Ziyun is a straw puppet fabricated with their breath.

There was a big explosion in this area, and the magic weapon was flying. The white tiger is in the sky, the giant beast roars, the eyes are dancing with fire, and the thunder is under his feet. The flying knife was as cold as water, almost cutting off a low hill nearby, if it weren't for someone in the Sword Court who had arranged a profound formation, it was very likely that even this place would have been destroyed. The thunder is rolling, and some people are casting the three tricks of heaven and thunder, like a spell cast by the heavenly father, which makes people dare not face it. There were talismans flying, golden armor guards appeared, and the monks of the Thousand Feather Gate made a move, shrouded in immortals.

Many people previously lamented that the Sword Court was in danger, and the cultivation of the true myth was not long in coming!

But now no one would think like this, the cultivation of the true myth is in retreat in the Sword Court, and the Eight Great Immortal Dao Sects can't even enter the Sword Court.

"What kind of puppet is this, so powerful?" someone exclaimed, feeling incredible. The myth of cultivating truth is too incredible, and its means are monstrous and unimaginable. Not only is it a meritorious creation, but also a puppet formation can resist the eight great immortal cultivation sects.

Some people were also very surprised, Shi Su Lian stood with Li Yingwei and Lin Wuxie. Lin Wuxian sneered: "Brother has already laid a net of heaven and earth, these people are so useless. ”

Li Yingwei had just practiced not long ago, and she couldn't help but be frightened when she saw magic weapons flying in the sky, and spells were practiced across the four fields. But the means left by Lin Ziyun were so strong that those monks who flew away from the sky couldn't enter the Sword Court at all. Li Yingwei couldn't help but speak: "Uncle, it's so strong!"

Lin Wuxian explained: "Sister Wei, these straw puppets are all fabricated by spirit possession, not only can they be formed, but they can also leave thoughts in the straw puppets. These straw puppets all have exercises, which is also the most powerful part of the spirituality. Lin Wuxian shook his head again and said, "These straw puppets are still in a low realm, but the elder brother's methods are monstrous, and he has taken advantage of those monks in terms of body. Originally, it couldn't beat them, but the weird thing was this formation. ”

Shi Su Lian couldn't help but ask, "Good sister, what is the origin of this formation?"

Lin Wuxian smiled and said, "This formation is called the Zhou Tian Juyuan Great Array, which is not beneficial to the monks, but it can improve the cultivation and combat power of these puppets. ”398

Shi Su Lian clapped his hands and praised: "Wonderful, wonderful!"

Shi Su Lian heard that Qianhua Hualuo had fallen, and she frowned all day long. Lin Wuxian saw her smile and said happily: "Sister Li'er, if I don't let Xiaoqing out again, I just beat the water dogs and beat them down." ”

Shi Su knew that this little girl was trying to arouse her interest, so she hurriedly grabbed Lin Wuxian and said, "No, these people are not weak." And there are many people eyeing it, Xiaoqing still shouldn't be exposed easily. At the critical moment, you may be able to kill the enemy in the shadows. ”

Lin Wuxian nodded and touched the little blue and white beast in his arms.

On Jianting Mountain, a young man in an ink robe sat cross-legged under an ancient tree. There was also a tall man on the trunk of the tree above his head who was closing his eyes and recuperating, and the man suddenly asked the man in ink, "How long do you have to wait?"

The man in ink didn't answer him, but asked rhetorically, "How long are you going to wait?"

The man lying on the trunk of the tree opened his eyes and said, "Soon, I heard that the people of the Heavenly God Sect are about to arrive." Hmph, I can't wait, this is my first battle in the feathering period. ”

The man in ink smiled coldly and said, "Yuan Tian, if you lose again, your life is likely to be gone, don't you regret it?"

Yuan Tian looked at Chenyue and said with a smile: "To borrow a sentence from that Master Lin, what joy is there in life, and what is fear in death, I just want to fight." ”

Hearing this, Dust Yue suddenly stood up from the ground, and the aura on his body was high, exuding an amazing momentum. Yes, he only wants to fight. I don't know when, Lin Ziyun has become a demon in his heart, if he can't break this karmic obstacle, he can't get out. His Dao will be flawed, even if he is the body of heaven and yin, he is destined to not go far.

Yuan Tian watched Chenyue's figure quickly turn into a streamer, ran to the Sword Court, and said to himself: "Take the foundation building period cultivation as the challenge of the feather period, Chenyue, Chenyue, your result is already doomed." Suddenly, Yuan Tianmei smiled, spread his hands around the world, and said: "It is precisely because there are so many people like this that this world is so exciting! The smile on Yuan Tian's face was overflowing, as if he had seen the defeat of the strong enemy in his own hands.

On a mountain peak in the distance, a short-haired man stood on a rock, looking at the Sword Garden. A breeze blew, and Changkong Hao coughed lightly.

Behind him, an old man in a gray robe quietly appeared. "Hmph, that guy really broke the rules. He also has to get involved in the fights between juniors. ”

Changkong Hao's injury was a hidden danger left in the Sword Valley back then, he grinned, revealing a mouthful of snow-white teeth, and said, "Uncle, I am also a Yuan Infant cultivator, it is impossible for that person not to pay attention to me." ”

The gray-robed man laughed, like a nightingale crying: "Even so, you have used this body that is about to decay. The gray-robed man also glanced in the direction of the Sword Court and said, "That kid is not simple, you must pay attention." The master's important matter, you must also remember not to delay. When the gray-robed man had said this, he turned and departed. After walking for a while, he turned his head again, looked at Changkong Hao's back, and said, "The man from Sword Valley, the master has already ordered, saying that you don't have to take him over." After saying this, the figure of the gray-robed man melted into the void and disappeared. If someone with great mana is here, they will be very surprised, this is not a means to control the void.

Changkong Hao took a deep breath, touched the gem and jade ring on his finger, and said to himself: "Lin Ziyun, Lin Ziyun, what is your identity? ”

In the sword court, Lin Ziyun sat cross-legged. Around it, the magic circle bloomed with immortals, the rules were swirling, and the Tao and reason were intertwined, emitting a brilliant light. In fact, he could have been promoted to the middle stage of feathering a long time ago, and the reason why he was so slow to step into that realm was because he was not ready. In other words, the sword path in his heart is not enough.

Having failed, he did not choose to continue to attack the mid-stage of feathering, but planned to re-consolidate his cultivation. For so many years, Lin Ziyun has been dormant, even in the promotion feather stage, he never thought of entering the cultivation realm. This is because there are stronger enemies waiting for him in the cultivation realm, and because he promised to seize the world's luck with a monk and resurrect the platform.

Three days later, Lin Ziyun opened his eyes. His eyes were clear, and his eyes seemed to have passed through the stewardess and seen the great changes on Jianting Mountain. His breath changed, and he exerted his magical powers, and directly broke through the barrier. At this moment, the wind rose strongly, and it was like a shocking sword intent roaring in the sky above the sword court.