It is also the boundary of the South China Sea, 900 miles away from the coast of the South China Sea, and there is a towering mountain. The pen fun pavilion www.biquge.info say that it is a mountain, but it is not necessarily true. The mountain rises from the sea, more than 10,000 feet high, like a sword, as if it were about to pierce the sky overhead. Because of being in the sea, Fuyao Mountain is obscured by clouds and mist all the year round, and it is impossible to see the whole picture, only to feel that there is an optimus pillar towering between the water and clouds.

On this day, there are thousands of sea clouds in the sky, it is the time of sunset, the red sun burns the clouds into flames, this flame spreads from the intersection of the sea and the sky, giving people a feeling of peace and tranquility.

On Fuyao Mountain, ten thousand zhang in the sky, there is a hundred zhang of open space from the top of the mountain, there are two or three houses scattered in the open space to form a small courtyard, one of the buildings is slightly larger, blue bricks and red tiles, it seems to be the most ordinary people. At the entrance of this building, there is a plaque, and the plaque dances like a war dragon with four words: Fuyao Rubbing the Sky. At this moment, the red sun had already set on the surface of the sea, and at some point, even the fire clouds in the sky dissipated, and the night began to spread out from afar to erode the sky.

Looking at the building again, at this moment, a man sat on the bluestone steps in front of the plaque. This man looked only thirty or forty years old, his complexion was slightly pale, his cheeks were thin, and a few simple lines outlined his face, which was blended with the plants and trees and stars around him. His long, snowy hair fell to the ground, and there was nothing eye-catching about his quaint clothes. On the contrary, the eyes have always been gentle, as if they have never been opened.

Two hours have passed in a flash, and it is the end of the hour. The Milky Way also seems to hang in the night, hundreds of millions of stardust compete to shine, endless auroras connect the universe, eternal evolution, where is the poor?

"The river is unpredictable, unpredictable, and insignificant, withering endlessly. The old man is like a tan, the ephemera is time, the old man is like a bell, and the rock is a hundred years. ”

A light male voice came from the mountains, three points of compassion and seven points of gentleness.

The man sitting on the top of the green steps slowly opened his eyes and looked at the starry sky above his head. At that moment, the starry sky seemed to exist only in his eyes, no matter the trajectory of the stars, or the flashing light, it could not escape his eyes that were as straight as being able to see through people's souls.

His face was like a dry well, without any ripples, and he only said lightly: "Since you are here, you are a guest." The top of Fuyao Mountain is simple, and you can't serve a fragrant tea, but it's rude. ”

As soon as the words fell, a figure faintly walked out of the courtyard door, stepping on the weeds between the stone steps, squirming. "Brother Murong is really out of sight. Our friendship still needs to be constrained by this worldly etiquette? I haven't seen you for a hundred and twenty years, but I haven't seen half of the joy in my eyebrows, it's really a headache and a sour nose! ”

The man walked out from the shadow of the eaves, and in the moonlight, I saw him in a black robe, thin and thin, with only a pair of slender eyes exposed on his body, and a long object tied with a bandage behind his back, which was the mysterious person in the Lingbao Dojo.

The man on the green steps sighed softly in a subtle and barely audible voice, and said slowly: "Time Evergrande is the way of heaven. For more than a hundred years, you have changed from a sword sect to a pawn in front of the Youhuang Dao. There is no more strange life than this. ”

He paused, and a light suddenly flashed in his eyes: "Shuoqing, you shouldn't come." ”

The black-robed man smiled, slapped his hands a few times and said: "Interesting and interesting, Murong Gui, who has always distinguished between good and evil, saw me, a vicious person of the Brilliant Dao, and there was regret in his words, and there seemed to be a little compassion in his heart, which was interesting and interesting." It seems that time is indeed amazing, and it can warm your rock heart and make people laugh. ”

The middle-aged man on the green steps, the head of Fuyao Mountain in the black-robed population, Murong Guiyi, shook his head, his eyes locked on the stars. There was silence in the four fields.

After a long time, he seemed to wake up from his memories and said slowly: "Thinking about the past, the six of us can be regarded as happy revenge. Regardless of the sword alone to challenge the Youhuang people, and the chaos of the four poles of Beiyin, all of them make the evil demons frightened. Just because you and the descendants of the remnants of the family are righteous and annihilated, if you can serve the Sword Sect wholeheartedly, how can you end up where you are today? ”

He looked regretful, but the aura around him was still one with heaven and earth. On the other hand, the black-robed man sneered, although he didn't answer, his mood was inexplicably irritable.

"These two Jiazi, I sit on the top of Fuyao Mountain, watching the tides come and go, the stars rise and fall, the sun and the moon alternate, and I can be regarded as understanding, as big as heaven and earth, there are traces to follow, as strong as gods and demons, and it is not immortal. What is it about heaven and earth that can bind me? A hundred years ago, maybe it was love, but a hundred years later, I don't know. ”

"One of the Taoists said, you are always superior to me." The black-robed man named Shuo Qing snorted slowly with a pause in his eyes: "However, let me abandon this red dust, but I can't. It is said that ruthlessness leads to Mahayana, but I would rather fall into Mahayana forever. I chose this path by myself back then, and I will not change it in the future. ”

"You really haven't changed, and you're a man of temperament. In fact, even if you really get to that point, it is no fun to stand outside the red dust and overlook the red dust. I've been standing at this door, wandering for years, and compared to you, I seem a lot more stingy. Murong Guiyi shook his head, still unfazed, still a glance at the ancient well.

"Brother Murong, I didn't come here today to ask you." Shuo Qing smiled, and his tone regained a little coquettishness: "Guess what I'm here for?" ”

"Guess you're going to get it?" Murong Guiyi asked with a smile.

"I'm no longer the same Shuoqing who followed you and Sister Yunni back then." At the mention of the name Yunni, the coquettishness in his eyes withdrew like a tide, replaced by deep remorse and endless fierce light.

"In two Jiazi times, the current strength of Youhuang Dao is not trivial. When the time is ripe, I will come to get the sword on the left and right. ”

Murong Guiyi stared at him for a long time and said, "You better leave." After the Si Ying Sword sealed the body of the Shadow Candle, the sword spirit was injured by the Yin Spirit and fell into a deep sleep, and for such a long time, there was no sign of waking up. Therefore, if you want to get his body, I am afraid that you will have to return empty-handed. ”

"Hehe, even so, we have a way to awaken the sword spirit and open the 'time and space in the sword'." Shuo Qing snorted, his words were a little proud, and then said: "No matter what, the Si Ying Sword must be obtained today, do you give it to me yourself, or do you want me to do it?" ”

"You're no match for me." Murong Gui glanced at Shuo Qing and said lightly.

"Hehe, then I'm going to try it with Brother Murong."

As soon as the words fell, a strong aura erupted from Shuo Qing's body, and that aura continued to rise, constantly circling Shuo Qing's body. Between a few breaths, three streamers slowly appeared behind Shuo Qing, these three lightsabers continued to circulate, and the aura on the sword body rippled like liquid, dazzling but not dazzling.

"Tianxin Sword, Exquisite Universe ......" Murong Gui looked at the man in front of him and said softly: "It seems that over the years, you have also made rapid progress. With such a cultivation, even compared to the current Jade Void Sword Sect Shuo Yi Sword Saint, it is not too much. I think that we were just young and vigorous back then, and time has passed, but now we have become giants from all sides, and we have borne some so-called fate on our shoulders, which is really boring. He looked at Shuoqing, but his body was motionless.

"Brother Murong, don't drag it out. What you see is just a drop in the ocean, the tip of the iceberg. After saying that, Shuo Qing's body exploded, and the lightning seemed to blast out several fierce attacks towards the place where Murong Guiyi was, and then his body turned around and his toes lightly, and his left hand fist and right palm blasted out one hundred and seventy-seven attacks in one breath, each of which came with the power of the heavens.

I only heard the sound of a piece of rubble flying, the sound of grass, trees, mountains and rocks breaking, and the fist wind palm qi hit Murong Guiyi's body in an instant, and the uproar was endless, and it was connected in a string. Looking closely, the original antique buildings in the courtyard were instantly wiped out, the broken bricks fell to the ground, and the dust and dust rose to the sky. The ground cracked and tore apart, and the centipede also seemed to extend and entangle dozens of feet away. With such an attack, ordinary cultivators are afraid that a hundred and ten lives will have to be accounted for here, and this is just a random blow from the black-robed man.

Shuo Qing's brows furrowed slightly, staring at the dust raised in front of him, and his face became a little more solemn. A moment later, a weak figure emerged from the dust, and he was seen sitting upright on the ground, his clothes spotless, his long white hair scattered, like an old monk who had settled down. But who is it if it is not Murong Guiyi?

"Go with all your might."

Shuo Qing raised his eyebrows, snorted coldly, pinched his fingers, and said something in his mouth: "Chengtian Qi, turn into Sanqing, Sancai Jianyuan, go!" ”

The voice fell, and I saw Shuo Qing's arms stretched, and the three streamer light swords behind him flew out like a sword spirit possessed, the speed was faster than the shock, as fast as lightning, and the three sword rays flew out as if they had shattered the void. At that end, Murong Gui's eyes opened, nodded slightly, his left hand was naturally placed in front of him, but his right hand was sealed, and he drank lightly in his mouth, and in the blink of an eye, a rotating aura slowly appeared in front of him, and above the halo, countless small blue air swords vibrated on it, and it was another blink of an eye, and the blue air sword in the aura roared out like a dragon, and it rushed together with Shuo Qing's three streamer lightsaber.

The sound of metal clashing is endless. Under the electric light, Murong Guiyi raised his left hand in front of him with a palm, and slapped it at Shuo Qing so gently, gently.

And it was just such a light palm, the black-robed man Shuo Qing's face changed suddenly, his feet stepped on the void and his body exploded dozens of feet away, his hands were sealed, and twenty-one defensive enchantments were laid in front of him in one breath. Rao is like this, a series of spatial cracking sounds poured into his ears, Na Shuoqing's heart was shocked, burst into a loud shout, his claws with a faint black purple grabbed in front of him, in an instant, the wind and clouds changed color and the stars dimmed, and the yin qi of heaven and earth seemed to listen to his orders, and slammed into the light palm that broke through the defensive enchantment but still castrated. I only heard the sound of the boom and explosion and the clear light leaked out, like thunder rolling down the sky, and like a heavenly dragon roaring in the four fields, and the explosion was heard vividly dozens of miles away. Shuo Qing's chest was bored, his throat was sweet, and a mouthful of blood gushed up. Obviously, this encounter suffered a big loss.

The courtyard on the top of the mountain was long gone at this time, and Murong Guiyi quietly looked at a place in the distance and shook his head slightly.

"You, what is that palm you just had?" Shuo Qing's voice trembled, and a pair of small eyes glared at Murong Guiyi, with a strong look of jealousy. "Just do it casually, with the spiritual power of heaven and earth, turn it into a palm, if you like it, take a name." Murong Guiyi smiled slightly.

"The same heaven and earth spiritual power! You, you've come this far! I really didn't expect that thousands of years of Fuyao Mountain Heart Method would reach the peak in you. His face was like ashes, but he never expected today's situation.

Shuo Qing's black robe was already in tatters at some point, his eyes were full of incredulity, and he muttered: "The realm of squeezing the sky is clearly only between me and my Heavenly Heart Sword and Linglong Jue, and you actually broke through...... More than 100 years ago, you were the leader of the young generation of Honghuang, but you still never thought of it. He raised his head to the sky and roared, "Since you have such strength, why do you still let Sister Yunni be trapped in that hellish place and suffer?!" Why do you choose to sit on the sidelines?! You know that in her heart, you are the most important person! His eyes were like madness, bloodshot, and he said it word by word.

For the first time, a trace of guilt appeared on Murong Guiyi's face, and the black night cast a shadow on his face, and it took another half a while before he said slowly: "Since ancient times, no one has died, even if they are as strong as gods and demons, there is always a time when they come to an end. What you owe Yunni in this life, and pay her back in the next life, it can be regarded as making up for it. ”

Shuo Qing sneered, "It stinks, it stinks!" According to what you say, let me take your head, and I will use you as a cow and a horse in the next life, is that good? The anger in his eyes did not decrease, "I can't imagine that Murong Guiyi has become such a ruthless person, giggles, what heavenly way, what time?" It's just the walking dead, ridiculous, ridiculous! He laughed madly, but Murong Guiyi on the other side was speechless, for a long time, Murong Guiyi slapped his palms a few times, and said with a smile: "Well said, I don't know how to refute your words, it's not necessary to think about it carefully." Anyway, the world is just a passing moment for me. If you want to take the ancient sword and the underworld, you have to depend on your own ability, life and death, you have to complain about me. ”

The black-robed man sneered and removed the long strip of objects wrapped around his back. A pair of white jade palms rubbed the object as if caressing the beloved woman. He slowly untied the bandages around him and said softly, "Little baby, don't hurt you." Then he looked at Murong Guiyi with a thin eye, "Do you know why there is only one of the Heavenly Hell Twin Swords left in the treasure of the Jade Void Sword Sect?" He said sharply, peeled off the last bandage, held the scabbard in his hand, and a three-foot long sword was impressively in his hand: "Because this sword is in my hand!" ”

There was a clear groan, and the black-robed man held the hilt of the sword in his right hand.

'Huantian' out of the sheath!