Thousands of miles of mountains and rivers are sleeping, and the thirty-three heavens are covered with dark clouds.

"Boom ......"

Thunder rolled in the dark clouds, and lightning was like a sword. A scarlet hole cracked in the sky, as if it were a hanging sword, getting bigger and bigger. The whole Qishan is shrouded in a terrifying apocalyptic scene, birds and beasts are hidden, insects are hidden, and everything is in danger.

Lianhua was shrouded in scarlet light and fell on the mountain. His calm face changed, and his brow shrugged slightly. Lianhua, who was cultivating in the feather stage, actually felt a trace of coldness, this cold, as if there was a peerless swordsman holding a cold blade facing him.

A blue-robed old Taoist in the Jingyun Division stood beside the lotus, and the cloudiness in his eyes seemed to be poured into it by the lead cloud on the horizon. Rolling up his sleeves, he said in shock: "Such a scene, could it be the Heavenly Tribulation?"

Lianhua lowered her head and said slightly: "I chased that thief so far, this person has such ability?"

The old Taoist smiled and said softly: "It's not necessarily that person, there are many strange rumors in Qishan, and it may be that the secret treasure is born." ”

While the two were talking, a purple thunder fell from the sky and carved a huge hole out of the mountain col. In an instant, the sky and thunder moved together, like ten thousand horses galloping, the gods and Buddhas of the heavens were angry, and thousands of thunderbolts flickered.

"Boom, boom, boom......"

The two hurriedly frightened away, the birds and beasts in the mountains screamed, the boulders rolled, and the mortal soldiers wailed again and again. The heavens were magnificent, and the thunder punishment swept everything, and countless Great Zhao soldiers and low-level monks of the Jingyun Division were killed.

In the dragon tomb, Lin Ziyun's upper body was naked, and the blood on his head was surging, like the sea. The Dao Palace Heart Method in his body operates, the Candle Dragon Changes, the Immortal Phoenix Changes, the Jiuhua Immortal Sutra, the Luoxia Sword Technique, and the Flying Immortal Three Thousand Swords...... There are divine phoenixes flying, real dragons roaring, there are also sword lights flashing, galloping like electricity, and sword lights are invincible, pushing in all directions......

Lin Ziyun's spiritual power runs around him, once, twice...... He was impacting his own shackles, and at this moment, all the Dao Law and all the spiritual power in his heart turned into a heart sword. Lin Ziyun held a sword, cut through thorns, and wanted to break through this heavenly gate with a sword, and ascend to the fairyland.

"Ah......" Lin Ziyun roared. With heavy breathing and violent wheezing, his body was entangled by countless different spiritual powers, as if he was bound by thousands of shackles. These are the rules and constraints of the Great Dao of Heaven and Earth, Lin Ziyun only has a two-star root bone, such an inferior root bone, the heavens do not allow him to step into the realm of feathering and ascending immortals.

Lin Ziyun spurted out a mouthful of blood and almost fell to the ground. But his eyes became brighter and brighter, like candles in the sea of bitterness, like starlight in the dark starry sky.

Heaven and earth are long, eternal years. Human beings are just mayflies in the vast earth. But if this mayfly has perseverance, it should also be able to defy the sky and shake the sky.

Zhang Wenyuan's face was extremely flustered, and he shouted: "Master, the Heavenly Tribulation, the Heavenly Tribulation...... How's that good, how is that good?"

Lin Ziyun's eyes were like a bright light in the darkness, he looked straight at Zhang Wenyuan, and said disdainfully: "So what? The destiny of heaven cannot be violated, and then you can't be willing to fall!" Lin Ziyun smiled brightly, like a mountain flower, and his eyes were moist and bright.

Lin Ziyun's face was slightly red, looking up at the sea of stars above the Dragon Tomb, and groaned slightly. Then Lin Ziyun turned over, took out a jar of wine from the storage bag, and raised his head to drink. The wine spilled on the ground, Lin Ziyun was not satisfied with the drink, picked up a jar of wine, and drank it bitterly.

He drank four or five jars of wine in a row, staggered on his feet, his face was flushed, and he was already drunk. There were a few grunts in his throat and a wine burp.

Lin Ziyun ran like a dancer to pick up the Phoenix Feather Blood Golden Sword Embryo and held it in his hand. I only saw that his footsteps were crazy, dancing with a sword, and suddenly he groaned: "Dapeng rises with the wind one day, and soars up to 90,000 miles." If the wind stops, it can still be dusted but the water is clear. When the world saw my constant tune, they all sneered when they heard Yu Dayan. Xuan's father can still be afraid of the next generation, and her husband is not young. ”

In the middle of the night, the young man danced with a sword and was about to fly. He is drunk and hazy, wanton and chic, really proud and arrogant like Li Bai, and wants to go up to 90,000 miles, climb the clouds, and step on the nine skies. On madness, how many people can have Li Shixian's madness throughout the ages?

Lin Ziyun just wants to learn from Li Bai's sword, kill the person who should be killed in his life, kill one person in ten steps, and don't stay for thousands of miles.

Kill one person in ten steps, and don't stay for a thousand miles. Brushing off the clothes and going away, hiding deep with the name. What a proud swordsman this is, there is such a peerless swordsman in Li Taibai's "Chivalrous Journey". "The bones of the dead man are fragrant, and he is not ashamed of the world. Who can write Your Excellency, the white head is too mystical. ”

Lin Ziyun watched this endless heavenly tribulation rolling, blocking above this Dragon Tomb Enchantment. I can't help but think of my previous life, I have achieved nothing, and I can't help but sigh from my heart, and I can't help but mourn Li Bai's poems: "...... Learning the sword to turn over himself, for the text to be how to become. The sword is not an enemy of ten thousand people, and the word of theft ...... all over the world"

Holding the three-foot long sword in his hand, Lin Ziyun was full of sadness, only feeling that the world was miserable, and he drank a few sips of spirits.

When the wine entered his stomach, a fire ignited, and Lin Ziyun was even more drunk. Then he danced the sword and sang: "The golden bottle of sake is ten thousand, and the jade plate is ten thousand dollars." I couldn't eat when I stopped throwing my cup, and I was at a loss when I drew my sword and looked around. ”

Tantai Tanxi, Yuwen You, Demon ...... Familiar faces flashed in Lin Ziyun's mind, and he couldn't swallow his sadness, only the liquor could dispel his sorrows. Grave

The sword shadow flickered, and the Phoenix Feather Blood Golden Sword trembled slightly, as if the demon also realized his kind of misery and echoed him. Lin Ziyun stroked the long sword, tears rolling down his cheeks. "Playing the sword Xie Gongzi, there is no fish to be sad about......"

The Phoenix Feather Blood Golden Sword emitted a faint sword sound, and Lin Ziyun drew his sword and moved, pulling out a few sword flowers. He gently stroked the long sword, and said with tears: "Long sword, long sword, no one in the world can understand me, only you!"

Lin Ziyun walked according to the sword, his posture fluttering, like an immortal in the sword. At this time, Lin Ziyun only felt that the breath around his body was smooth, and his whole body was comfortable, as if he was riding the wind. A light wind arose from his feet, and he rose from the ground. Lin Ziyun laughed and said, "With the void to control the sky, the feather realm." ”

Haha laughed twice, Lin Ziyun was in a good mood, and couldn't help but groan: "A glass of wine with a long sword, a man's heart." ”

He seems to have traveled to the prosperous era of the Tang Dynasty, incarnated as Li Taibai, dressed in white with long hair, dancing with an arc of swords, and extraordinary.

At this moment, there was a shocking sound, and the Dragon Tomb Enchantment was split by a heavenly thunderbolt, and Lin Ziyun's body opened sideways, almost being hit by lightning. Lin Ziyun had a sneer on his face, used his spiritual power, rode against the wind, flew into the air, and looked up at the cloudy sky with a sword in one hand.

At this time, he suddenly felt that his true qi was flowing backwards, and he couldn't continue his true qi in one breath, and he almost fell down. But the smile on his face was even bigger, and he raised his sword and sang: "Oh, it's dangerous! The difficulty of the Shu Road is difficult to go to the blue sky!"

Thunder and light are intertwined, as if the Buddha of the Great Sun has surpassed the evil soul. Lin Ziyun flew up, split a wisp of red light with a sword, his eyes stared at the night sky gloomily, and the breath on his body was extremely cold.

Then he sang: "Silkworm bushes and fish, how to ...... founding the country"

His voice was like a bell, and his breath was long, as if he was competing with the thunder. This is full of gods and thunders, and the heavenly tribulation is like a dangerous Shu road, Lin Ziyun wants to use the sword in his hand to split the dark clouds in the sky, remove the clouds and mist, and take a look at the beauty of the blue sky.

Several rays of thunder slashed on the Phoenix Feather Blood Golden Sword, making a snorting sound, and Lin Ziyun was also hit on the shoulder, splashing a large amount of blood. Lin Ziyun is unconscious, his swordsmanship is as he wants, and wherever the sword light goes, it is the place to break the enemy.

The three thousand swords of the flying immortals are like a sky full of stars falling all around Lin Ziyun. Countless starlight swords seemed to sweep up the river and soar into the sky. The sword light is like a dragon, and the thunder is deafening.

"Boom ......"

Lin Ziyun was injured in many places on his body, and he was bleeding nonstop, but he was still laughing at the sky, and continued to chant in his mouth: "...... The Sword Pavilion is majestic and Cui Wei, one husband is the pass, and ten thousand people are not open......"

Lin Ziyun is like a swordsman who trekked through mountains and rivers, facing the danger of Shu Dao, what is the use of the long sword in his hand? Under this heavenly punishment, people are like ants, like dust floating light. Even if it is the bright moon in the mountains, the red sun on the sea is hidden under this catastrophe, let alone people?

Ascending to the sky, it is the Feather Realm. Lin Ziyun wanted to use the sword in his hand to split this haze, split this dangerous pass, and step into this realm.

Lin Ziyun yelled and cast spells with all his might. Drawing a circle sword technique, this technique has been incredibly powerful since he smelted a hundred schools, and it can resist the next few layers of lightning punishment. Not enough, Lin Ziyun had just stepped into the Feather Transformation Realm, and the Yuanshen villain above his head was still unstable and crumbling.

Lin Ziyun then performed the Flower Curve Sword Technique, the Luoxia Sword Technique, and the Heavenly Sword ......

"I'm a Chu madman, Feng Ge laughed at Kong Qiu. Holding a green jade staff, bid farewell to the Yellow Crane Tower. Wuyue is looking for immortals, and it is good to enter the famous mountains and travel ...... life" Lin Ziyun became more and more arrogant, and his hair danced wildly. The sword qi around his body was rolling, and he vowed to go to the clouds, climb the nine heavens, and be the immortal in the clouds. Shixian's poem "The Ballad of Lushan Sends Lu to the Imperial Void Boat" is known as the first madness, and Lin Ziyun also has to learn that kind of ambition. He also did not admit defeat, although the catastrophe was terrible, but cowardice was even more terrifying.

It's just a catastrophe in the human world, and Lin Ziyun is not afraid. He held his sword in the air, smashing the dark clouds, and stood out of thin air. The primordial god villain above his head finally condensed into substance, Lin Ziyun looked up to the sky and laughed, put away the Phoenix Feather Blood Golden Sword, and stood on the top of the mountain.

The dark clouds dissipated, and the mountains curled. Zhang Wenyuan stood behind Lin Ziyun, his heart was pounding, and he muttered to himself: "Is this still a human? Why is this little evil star so terrifying!"

In the depths of Qishan, an old man in a cloth coat looked at Lin Ziyun with his eyes as if he had penetrated the mountains and forests, and said to himself: "What a powerful offspring, it's really amazing." ”

Lianhua was on the bank of the Yanyun River, looking at the reappearance of the sun in the sky with an unbelievable expression, and said in distraction: "It can't be Li Wuxian, is it really the monk who killed the Thousand Feather Sect Daoists?"

The blue-robed old Taoist beside Lianhua had a look of horror on his face, and he lost his mind and said, "This person may be a Demon Dao monk, and now he has advanced. Such a person must not be provoked. ”

Lianhua sighed deeply and nodded, for the first time in his life, he was cowardly without a fight.

Lin Ziyun climbed up and looked up, breathing in the fresh air, with a hint of intoxication on his face. He was intoxicated by the world, not the spirit.

This time, there was a lot of danger, and Lin Ziyun understood the meaning of life better, and greatness and insignificance coexist.