Ask the third form of the seven tips of the sword, Taichu. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

If the trick of passing water shows the potential in swordsmanship, and the streamer represents the extreme speed in swordsmanship, then the first sword of Taichu is the origin of swordsmanship and the way in the underworld.

This sword is not fast, and there is no mystical change, it is a straight sword stabbing out, but it is unstoppable and undodgable!

Mu Jialan's light and dream-like knife met this simple and unpretentious sword, like ice and snow in the sun, quickly melting and disintegrating.

She wanted to retreat, but found that the momentum of this sword seemed to envelop the void of heaven and earth, and there was no way to retreat!

Suddenly, there was a clear roar, like a dragon's groan.

Fluttering white, it disappeared in a flash.

Like a dreamy empty flower!

There was no trace of Mu Jialan in the field, only a clear voice was still in his ears.

"Brother Feng, it's rude, I'll confess to Your Excellency another day."

Feng Yinxue was slightly moved, and sighed lightly: "It's a 'close to the end of the world, a dream empty flower', it is not a loss to be a peerless body method that is known in the world as a free trip to the outside of the world!" He put his sword back into its sheath, looked at the verdant mountains and forests, and went straight into the distance, not bothering to pursue and kill the barbarians who fled in all directions. The sword god has the bearing of the sword god!

Drizzle, skinny donkey, walking on the dirt road. The old ebony scabbard hung diagonally on the donkey's back, and the green shirt on his chest was soaked with rain, glowing with a blurred color, like ink smudging. An elegant and soft face is more like a merry scholar under the moon before the flowers, rather than a traveler who falls into the rivers and lakes.

The distant mountains are more charming under the washing of the spring rain, and there is a fresh vitality in the verdant mountains and forests. This is the ten-mile slope outside the city of Shuozhou, and you can vaguely see that the small city that has been weathered outside the city for a long time is hidden in the mountains. The middle-aged man in a green shirt retracted his gaze from afar and let out a faint sigh!

Ten years have passed, and things are not people.

I remember that the decisive battle against the Yin Yang Demon Lord that year was also on a spring rainy day, he held the Qingping Sword in his hand, and had the thought of dying with indignation, fighting against this peerless old demon who had been shaking the rivers and lakes for 60 years. The old demon has the two great masters of Taiyin Sugong and Shaoyang Xuangong, and he is rampant and killing, no one can cure him, and the people in the rivers and lakes dare not speak out! At that time, he was in charge of the Forgotten Dust Pavilion, although he was famous all over the rivers and lakes, but when the news of the war against the old demon came out, he was dissuaded by countless dissuasions, and even his teacher did not agree with it. But he still went, not for fame and fortune, not for ambition, just for the first war and chivalrous! That battle was the hardest battle in his life, the old demon's yin and yang energy was extremely domineering, although he had the world's first Wanhua Guiyuan Divine Skill, he was still seriously injured. If it weren't for the fact that he exhausted the old demon's true qi with the indisputable sword technique of winning without fighting, it would be difficult for him to win.

After that battle, the rivers and lakes returned to their hearts, and the Forgotten Dust Pavilion presided over the world's martial arts, and there was no more strife and killing, and finally lived up to the Qingping Sword in his hand, and the ancestor Ning was out of the dust!

The wind and dust have not changed the meaning of the year, and the rivers and lakes have been expanded.

Benevolent chivalrous bones, plain heart sword, Shen Zhenyi.

Shen Zhenyi came to Shuozhou for the martial arts event, and was summoned by Ling Duhan and others, and he also knew that the chaos in the rivers and lakes had been born, and this time it was not comparable to ten years ago. Thinking of this, Shen Zhenyi's elegant face showed a hint of composure, as the master of the Forgotten Dust Pavilion, he had to do his best to prevent this catastrophe. However, he was slightly bitter, remembering the words of his teacher before leaving, and thought in a daze, all this depends on whether the snow of the Tianshan Mountains can go down the big snow mountain!

Wudang Mountain, seventy-two peaks towards the Tianzhu Peak of the big peak, in front of the Taihe Palace, an old Taoist with white hair walked slowly, and Shen Zhenyi followed behind. Occasionally, some Taoists walked by the roadside and caught a glimpse of the excitement on the faces of these two people, admiring and getting close to Shen Zhenyi, but deep awe of the old Taoist. For the long-lived Taoist who has lived two Jiazi and is almost comparable to the patriarch Zhang Sanfeng, the awe of these disciples and grandchildren is like a naughty child who sees a majestic parent, and naturally does not take it to heart.

The old Taoist who has refused the request of three generations of emperors to enter the court for worship five times, even if the Taoist sect is different, the contemporary Zhang Tianshi also needs to bow down and call him uncle, which is not comparable to ordinary immortals who pretend to be gods and ghosts.

In the eyes of these little Taoist priests in Wudang Mountain, their own ancestors are real living immortals!

Shen Zhenyi said with a smile: "Wudang Mountain has been much more prosperous than before in recent years, and Senior Brother Ping has contributed a lot. ”

The old Taoist Yin Shou squinted his eyes and said: "Xiao Pingzi is impatient, and these things can teach him to settle down, and it is not unreasonable for Master Li's nephew to pass on the position of head to him." It's hard for him all these years, but a few more people on the mountain, even if only a few can calm down and read a few more Taoist books, it's a good thing after all. ”

Yin Shou walked unhurriedly, came to a cliff, and watched the waves disappear, the sea of clouds churned, and the seventy-two peaks were like fairy mountains in the sky in the sea of clouds, faintly visible. The old Taoist suddenly said: "Your trip to the northwest, you must remember that everything is fate, and you can't force it." Heavenly Dao and human calamity, there are corresponding people, you just need to keep the Central Plains martial arts from chaos. ”

Shen Zhenyi's heart sank: "The disciple will not dare to forget!" ”

After Shen Zhenyi respectfully retreated, the old Taoist Fang sighed leisurely, and his clear face showed a hint of decay: "I wonder if the teacher can still hold out until you return?" ”

Looking at the Western Heavenly Realm, the old man who was proficient in the Xuanmen Qi Hope Technique could see a magnificent sword qi heading westward, vast and endless.

The wind and snow walked in the boundless sea, and the wind rolled up the wild sand, but it could not stain the corners of his clothes. When he stands, it is as if he is a world of his own.

This ancient desolation seems to give people a sense of despair, a shocking yellow and desolate, desolate without any life, worthy of the reputation of the sea of death.

Walking in the desert, the most unbearable thing is not the oncoming flying sand and the monotonous picture that is almost silent, but the loneliness of walking alone in the vast world! But today seems to be an exception, and the melodious sound of camel bells and a graceful singing sound can be heard in the ears of the wind and snow. The song is clear and moving, and although it does not know its meaning, it gives people an ancient and sad feeling. Not long after, five or six camels came behind Feng Yinxue, with many loans on their backs, and one of them was an exceptionally tall camel, but between the twin peaks sat a famous girl in colorful clothes and snow, singing loudly, and her voice was as clear as a lark. Not far behind this alien girl, followed by a half-hundred old man in a leather jacket, his sideburns were frost-dyed, and his old face was full of softness.

The girl could not help but be taken aback when she saw a list of people walking in the desert in front of her, and hurried forward, saying something in a crisp voice, and her tone was very displeased. Feng Yinxue listened to the girl's unknown words, frowned, and stopped.

Seeing that he looked confused, the girl took a closer look at him, and then stammered in half-baked Chinese: "Han people, why do you enter the sea of death alone, don't you want to live?" ”

Feng Yinxue said indifferently: "I have something important to go to Devil's Mountain, and crossing this desert is the closest distance. ”

Hearing the word Devil's Mountain, the girl seemed to be frightened by something, her body trembled, and she panicked: "If you go to Devil's Mountain, you will never come back, are you crazy?" "The voice is still stiff, but it is much smoother than before.

At this time, the old man in the leather coat rushed forward, raised his hand to his chest and saluted: "Hanke, please forgive Aiguna for her rudeness, she is just heartfelt, may Allah bless you!" ”

Feng Yinxue smiled, and there was an indescribable charm on his slightly cold and handsome face, like the sun shining on ice and snow! He said, "Although I do not believe in Allah, I still thank you for your kindness, I only know that the terrain of the Devil's Mountain is treacherous, the cold is abnormal, is there any other danger?" ”

The girl in colorful clothes, Aiguna, interjected: "There are gods and devils living in the Devil's Mountain, and trespassing without permission will anger the gods and become food for the devils. So no one dared to approach it except the summons of the gods! ”

Feng Yinxue was slightly stunned, and said to herself: "Heavenly God? Devil? ”

Seeing his suspicious expression, Aiguna was anxious, and said quickly: "It's true, it is said that the first warrior of our Wu'er people, Yuli Khan, led his most elite hundred warriors into the Devil's Mountain because he didn't believe in this legend, but he never came out again!" ”

Feng Yinxue naturally doesn't think that ghosts and gods, it must be a means made by the people in the Heavenly Palace to confuse the world, what is the way? He said with a slight surprise: "Let's talk about the two of you, how could you venture into this sea of death?" ”

Ayiguna and the old man in the sheepskin jacket glanced at each other, and said, "My father is the head of the Wu'er Kha Thorn Division, and this time we are going to the Han family to buy some salt and iron pots. Originally, there were more than a dozen warriors accompanying them, but when they met horse bandits in the middle of the road, they all returned to the arms of Allah. Daddy and I had no choice but to enter this sea of death! ”！

Feng Yinxue smiled and said, "Since that's the case, let's go together!" "This father and daughter are strange, are there many coincidences in the world? However, Feng Yinxue knew that the area around the Western Regions was full of the sphere of influence of the Heavenly Palace, so instead of bearing endless plots and conspiracies, it was better to take the initiative to obey their wishes and see what tricks they could play?

The old man in the sheepskin jacket claimed to be Chi Li, a small tribal leader of about 2,000 people, and Ayiguna was his youngest daughter, who was smart and clever, good at singing and dancing, and was the object of admiration of many tribal youths. The old man Chili was very talkative, and he spoke Chinese very well, and he claimed to be the most knowledgeable person in the tribe in that area, and in Feng Yinxue's opinion, he was somewhat credible.

Three people, a herd of camels, gradually disappeared into the reckless wind and sand.

The vast and ancient majestic snow-capped mountains stand in the extreme west, as if the end of heaven and earth, the eternal ice and snow on the mountain shine in the sunlight with colorful colors, and the ancient palace standing on the top of the peak is set off like the heavenly palace gods.

This is truly a dream place that no ordinary man can reach!

A silver-robed man stood on the top of the sky with his hands in his hands, facing the abyss.

His figure is majestic and tall, his hands are slender and powerful, glowing with jade-like light, like a fine work of art, his face is covered with a silver simple mask, and the thirty-three layers of heaven and eighteen hells are engraved on it.

The silver robe hunted and fluttered in the scorching cold wind, and the man's body was as immobile as a pine, with a chilling momentum, like a demon god who ruled the world.

"He's coming." In a soft word.

Plain clothes and snow moon, peerless, that is a unique style in the world!

The unique cloud solitary moon in the world!