Bian Shuo Villa, the heroes are gathered, and the essence of the Central Plains martial arts is almost all gathered here except for a few hidden masters. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 Ling Junhou, who was seriously injured and returned with the exact news of the Barbarian Invasion, had already woken up, but his face was slightly pale.

In the Zhengxin Hall, the heads of various factions and martial arts celebrities sat upright, everyone had solemn faces, and the atmosphere in the field was calm, and Ling Junhou was the only young man present.

Shen Zhenyi is located in the first seat, no one is unconvinced, regardless of his martial arts status and fame, he can be called the crown here. This gentle and handsome martial arts alliance leader restrained his plain and gentle smile at this time, and said with a solemn face: "Lords of the family, the situation is so far, what do you think?" ”

The second on the left, the leader of the Green Forest Alliance of the Seven Southern Provinces "Pen Break Spring and Autumn" Xiao Moli is a middle-aged man who looks like a Sven Xiucai, but his talent is ambitious and forbearing, and his means are cruel. At this time, he suddenly got up, looked at everyone, and said with a light smile: "Military affairs, that is what the emperor should worry about, my generation of martial artists, in the eyes of the imperial court, is just reckless, so why bother with this leisure?" ”

"That's a mistake!" In the fourth place on the right, a big man with a heroic face and a beard like a sword got up and said, "The so-called skin does not exist, Mao Yan will be attached, although my generation is a mountain and wild guest, but the world rises and falls, and the husband is responsible, if the family and country are lost, won't we also become lonely ghosts?" ”

This big man is eight feet tall and sturdy, and he looks like a person who flies fiercely, but his words are very elegant, which makes people feel quite inconsistent.

A lean old man with a goat's beard touched the beard on his chin and said: "What the Lord of Song Zhai said is reasonable, but although my Middle Earth martial arts elite are all gathered in this place, after all, there are only more than a few thousand, although in terms of martial arts, everyone can be a hundred." But the battlefield fight is very different from the brawl in the rivers and lakes, if you really face hundreds of thousands of barbarian riders, I am afraid that it is a mantis arm as a car, and there is no return. You and I can put life and death aside, but how can we send these thousands of heroes to death? "This old man is not amazing, but in fact, he has a great background, he is a famous residence in Kunlun, known as the god without a shadow, he is not under Shen Zhenyi, and he is the uncle of Kunlun's head Qianqiu Shenjian arrogant sky. Although his words were like a basin of cold water poured on everyone's hearts, they were also true.

The Song Zhai lord bearded man's real name is Song Tulong, born as a horse thief, fierce and domineering, a martial arts powerful black and white outside the pass, even one of the nine major sects of the Changbai Sword Sect did not provoke him, he has always been arrogant, Shen Zhenyi, who only served ten swords to defeat him in his life, where would he put He Zixiu's drooping old decay in the Western Regions in his eyes, slapped the table heavily at the moment, glared and shouted: "If the old man is afraid, I can take you to retreat back to the mountains under the Kunlun Gate, in short, I have three hundred horses in Yuntian Village, and I will hand over my life to the Lord of Shen Ge!" ”

What kind of identity is He Zixiu, who was ridiculed by this, stood up suddenly, his face was like pale gold, and his long gray hair was windless, and he actually carried out the Kunlun peerless Qiantian Yu Qinggang Qi, glaring angrily, and had the intention of separating himself from Song Tulong.

Where would Song Tulong care, hehe smiled, and the Sumeru Battle King Sword outside the famous earthquake pass was held in his palm. Although Song Tulong was born in the green forest, his martial arts are derived from the authentic Buddhism.

Shen Zhenyi frowned and said, "It's enough!" ”

The anger of the Lord of the Forgotten Dust Pavilion suddenly became powerful, Song Tulong was startled, his expression was sad, he sat down obediently, shrugged his head, and looked a little depressed.

He Zixiu was very embarrassed, neither standing nor sitting.

Ling Junhou's body moved, and he was already in front of He Zixiu, stretched out his palm to press his shoulder, and said lightly: "Senior, please sit down!" ”

He Zixiu only felt a vigorous force gushing out from the palm of the other party's hand, and the Qiantiangang qi that he had accumulated to the peak collapsed under this strong force, and his whole body could not exert any strength, and his body involuntarily sat down.

This surprise is not trivial, he has ninety percent of the fire in this Kunlun Town Sect's divine skill Qiantian Yu Qinggang, still above the arrogant sky of the contemporary head, he has always been proud, and he is confident that there are only a few people who can compare his skills in the world, how do you know that at this moment, under the hands of this weak-crowned young man, there is no power to fight back!

The eyes in the field have seen a little difference, and they are all shocked.

Wudang Pingdao stroked his beard and said, "Brother Ling, I'm afraid that your grandson's martial arts are far above you and me!" ”

Ling Duhan smiled blankly and bitterly: "I'm afraid that this kid has some encounters, he hasn't mentioned it to me!" ”

Pingdaoren said with a smile: "If you don't have immortal resources, even if you have opportunities and coincidences, how can you achieve this kind of achievement?" This is the blessing of my Central Plains martial arts, my brother should be happy about it, haha! ”

But in the middle of the field, He Zixiu's face was blue and red, calmed down for a moment, and looked around coldly: "Although my Kunlun sect has mediocre martial arts, I am by no means afraid of death, this time, the old man and the forty Kunlun disciples put their lives here!" ”

Shen Zhenyi sighed slightly: "Senior Brother He, why did he say this, Kunlun's divine power shocked the Western Regions, who in the world is disrespectful, and now in a national disaster, everyone should work together to protect the family and the country!" ”

He Zixiu glanced at the expressionless Ling Junhou, sighed, and shook his head: "He is mediocre and incompetent, and he is ashamed of his ancestors." In short, everything is up to the pavilion master, and He is at his disposal! ”

Shen Zhenyi nodded, got up suddenly, looked at the people who were generous, cowering, sneering, groaning, or expressionless, smiled faintly, and said firmly: "I have only one opinion, Zhan." Maybe it's arbitrary, but this time, I, Shen, am arbitrary! ”

Everyone's hearts trembled, Shen Zhenyi's usual modesty and elegance had already been deeply rooted in the hearts of the people, but at this time, his voice was flat, but there was a boundless domineering intent, which was the supreme majesty of the martial arts that could not be violated!

Ling Junhou said solemnly: "The Ling family obeys the orders of the Shen Pavilion Lord, and the Junhou is willing to be the vanguard of this battle. He said at this time, since the previous time is different, everyone can see that his martial arts are so high except for Shen Zhenyi that no one is afraid of being invincible, such a young grandmaster, no one dares to offend easily, and he is cold for a while.

Shaolin dream, Wudang Pingdao people, suddenly got up together and said: "This faction should obey the order of the pavilion master and fight with the enemy, at any cost!" ”

Shaolin Wudang has been the leader of the sect in the world for thousands of years, although it has gradually shown its decline in the past hundred years, but the hundred-legged insect is dead but not stiff, and the potential power of the two factions is still not comparable to other factions. They made a decision, when even more than half of the martial arts heroes responded. Although the remaining more than ten people did not express their positions, they all showed hesitation.

Xiao Moli suddenly got up and bowed and said: "You heroes and chivalry, Xiao admires it, and if you are humble in martial arts, you won't drag you down!" And he walked out.

Ling Junhou's eyes showed sharpness, and Song Tulong also showed a sinister look on his face.

Shen Zhenyi waved his hand and said calmly: "The Tao is different, and they don't conspire with each other." Let him go! ”

The remaining two people did not say a word, bowed down, and silently exited the lobby.

At this time, someone suddenly came to pass the ceremony, and the father and son of the Divine Spear Talker, Yun Jian, the owner of Jinghu Villa, and the Sword Saint Shangguan came together.

Everyone present was shocked, it was really these three titles that were too shocking, the Jinghu Yun family and the Amazing Spear Talker, the Canglang Island Ling family, and the Nangong family have always been known as the four great families in the world, a mirror lake moon, and it makes the Jinghu Villa transcendent in the martial arts. And the father and son of the Tan family, who are ranked as ministers, although they are from a martial arts family, they are not idle to see, and their identities are respected. As for Shangguan Wuming, it goes without saying that he has been invincible in the world for decades, and he is already a person in martial arts myths and legends!

With Shen Zhenyi's identity, when he heard the arrival of these people, he couldn't help but be moved, and greeted him in person at the moment. Before I was halfway there, I suddenly heard a clear voice: "Brother Shen, I said goodbye in the past, and I didn't want to meet today, little brother Yunjian is polite!" ”

Shen Zhenyi heard the prestige, a hundred meters away, wearing a green shirt, handsome and straight, standing with a smile, not who Yun Jian, the owner of Jinghu Villa, was. On his side, the Tan father and son, who were also dressed in white, stood proudly, their bodies straight, piercing the sky like that shocking spear. However, the most striking thing is, of course, the old man in sackcloth beside them, the sword saint Shangguan is nameless.

Shen Zhenyi was about to see the ceremony, but Tan Longcheng suddenly said eagerly: "Lord Shen Pavilion, the situation is urgent, I will not be formal, I heard that the Pavilion is mainly gathering the power of martial arts to resist the barbarians, so I came uninvited." The pavilion master can know that the Yanmen Pass has been broken, and the barbarian vanguard is coming to Shuozhou! ”

Shen Zhenyi was taken aback: "Is this true?" ”

Tan Longcheng smiled bitterly and said in a deep voice: "It's my henchmen who are desperate to send the news, there are already traitors in Guanzhong, and the enemy is released in the middle of the night, and the army is almost completely annihilated." ”

Shen Zhenyi gasped, thought for a while, and suddenly said: "Brother Tan's military strategy, ten times better than me, now it is the autumn of critical survival, and I ask Brother Tan to preside over the big thing." The martial arts heroes here are all generous and righteous people, and they can give orders to talk about brothers! ”

At this moment, Tan Longcheng's heart was full of light, and without prevarication, he said, "Okay! Suddenly, he turned his head to Lin Jinji, who was standing solemnly on the side, and said, "General Lin, please go and get a topographic map of Shuozhou quickly." ”

Lin Jinji, a border general, was originally a subordinate of Longcheng, and he was ordered at the moment.

In the Zhengxin Hall, Tanlongcheng spread out the entire terrain map of several meters long, and pointed to a place with his finger: "Shuozhou is the only place to enter the Central Plains in the east, and it is impossible to get around this city. ”

"Is it Jingeling?" Some people who know this place well said suspiciously.

"Yes, this is the place." Tan Longcheng said solemnly, not waiting for everyone to question, he continued: "The terrain of Jingeling is dangerous, easy to defend and difficult to attack, and it is the best place to block the enemy. But that alone is still not enough, we are only a few thousand people, and if we want to hold this place, we have to make all kinds of arrangements. ”

Shen Zhenyi asked, "Is there enough time?" ”

Tan Longcheng smiled bitterly and shook his head: "No, as far as I know, the 50,000-strong team of the barbarian vanguard has already marched towards Shuozhou, and we need at least one night's buffer time." ”

Shen Zhenyi was silent, and then said, "So? ”

"Therefore, we must have men to hold off the barbarian vanguard for six hours." Talking about Dragon City said bitterly.

Everyone was silent, and it was clearly a lifeless task.

At this moment, the Sword Saint Shangguan suddenly stood up, only to hear him smile indifferently: "The old man is almost a year old, and it is not in vain to be able to do this last thing for the Central Plains!" ”

As everyone knows, it is not enough to describe that there is no life in ten deaths, and no matter how high the martial arts of the people who go, I am afraid it is useless.

However, Master Shaolin Xinmeng stood up, Wudang Pingdaoren stood up, Master Emei Epiphany stood up, Ye Mochen, the head of Huashan, stood up, Nangong Piaoling, the new head of the Nangong family, and Ling Duhan, the owner of Canglang Island, stood up......

And many, many more......

It is they who support the spirit of the Chinese nation and the backbone of the Central Plains martial arts!

A total of three Yanshan Yi thief Tiehu brothers also stood up, and he laughed and said: "I Tiehu is a rough man, I don't know any big truths, so I feel that drinking and eating meat and killing barbarians with all martial arts seniors must be ruthless!" ”

Wudang Pingdao people showed a smile for the first time, and said: "Tiehu, this battle will not die, and the poor Dao will accept you as an apprentice!" ”

Tan Longcheng pondered for a long time, and finally selected Shangguan Wuming, who had the highest martial arts in the field, and Tan Geyin and Ling Junhou, the two peerless Tianjiao, Nangong Piaoling, the head of Huashan, Ye Mochen, and the ten older seniors Qisu, they were all respected by the same faction, but now they have decided to die. Of course, there are also the three Iron Tiger brothers, although these three people are not famous, but their martial arts are not trivial, although they are inferior to the grandmasters of one faction, but they are no longer ordinary and mediocre.

The battlefield that Tan Longcheng selected for them was at the Falling Sky Cliff, only thirty miles away from Jinge Ridge. Although this place is not as dangerous as Jinge Ridge, it is also an easy place to defend and difficult to attack, where Mu Jialan once ambushed the wind and snow.

Eighteen people will resist the barbarians and ride 50,000 iron horsemen on the front road.

As for the wind and snow, he has already set foot on the vast snowy region.

The father and daughter still followed him, and the wind and snow ignored it until they reached a cliff in the majestic snow-capped mountains.

An old man with a red body suddenly appeared, his clothes were red, his beard was red, and even his eyes were as red as fire.

"I am the Fire of the Five Elements." The old man said lightly.

Feng Yinxue calmly glanced at Aiguna's father and daughter, and said casually: "The two of you are water and earth?" ”

A shrill voice said, "Yes, if you want to challenge the Holy Lord, you have to pass our level first!" ”

This is a strange person like a tree, with a slender body, two feet, and emerald green hair, and he slowly "grows" from the ground like a real tree.

"And me." A majestic man wearing gold armor and a body that looked like it was made of gold.

The wind and snow are still calm, it is a kind of transcendence in the bones.

The orientation of these five people is very peculiar, wood is in the east, fire is in the south, gold is in the west, water is in the north, and earth is in the center.

The first to strike was Nanhuo, and his temperament was as impatient as fire.

Suddenly a sea of fire appeared in the south, and the fire bathed in the sea like a god. The fire was raging, melting ice and snow, but when the fire struck, this sea of fire was all attached to his fist.

How to block this punch?

The wind and snow are not in the way. As soon as he waved his sleeves, the sky drifted with snow, and the snow fell like a sword; The wind rolls snowflakes, and the cold wind is like a sword; The clouds are thick and low, thick clouds like swords, and even the vast snow peak seems to have turned into a sword that pierces the sky.

Between heaven and earth, everything is a sword.

When the fire was trapped between heaven and earth by the sword intent of the wind and snow, the earth had already struck.

Soil is tolerant and virtuous, so nothing can be hurt.

Tu fit crashed into Feng Yinxue, and Feng Yinxue frowned, because his invincible sword qi couldn't hurt Tu, only dodge.

Wood had been burrowing into the ground from the beginning, and suddenly it had grown where the wind and snow had landed. The tree seemed to have turned into a vine, and he wanted to entangle the wind and chant the snow.

The sharp sword light flashed, and Mu's body was broken into two, but the two bodies grew together immediately after landing on the ground, intact.

What a terrible life force!

At this moment, Jin made a move, and his whole body flew towards the wind and snow together, turning into a golden giant knife. The sword light is cold, and it can break the sky.

This is a cult stunt that turns into a knife, and it has not been spread in the world for a long time.

This knife is comparable to Ling Junhou's view of the sea.

As for the water, she didn't seem to make a move, and even the people were gone.

But Jun Duxue felt an unpredictable crisis, from the snow, from the wind, and even from her own body.

Snow turns into water, the wind contains water, and blood contains water.

If a person can manipulate water, can they kill anyone?

Water is the source of life and destroys everything.

Among the five elements, water is the most dangerous one.

Feng Yinxue did not come out of the sword, and the sword did not come out lightly.

He stabbed a sword with his fingers, and the sword seemed to be unfathomable.

The Buddhist scriptures have clouds: there is no self, no one, no beings.

This sword is phaseless.

Ask the fifth trick of the sword.

This sword has no momentum to speak of, and it is not even known whether it exists or does not exist, but this sword changes the color of the five elements. Finance, wood withered, water dried up, fire extinguished. The soil, but the soil seems to have turned into mud and sand, flying between the heavens and the earth!

This sword is also void when it comes, and it is also void when it goes, and it is also nothingness, and it is not a person who cuts it, but the connection between the five elements and heaven and earth.

The five people were shocked, such a sword technique was no longer illegal, but Dao.

This sword fell, and the five elements seemed to have lost all their strength and could only be slaughtered by others, but Feng Yinxue was already disdainful.

He embarked on the road to the peak of the heavens.

The Falling Sky Cliff is verdant and lush, and the lush forests cover the whole mountain, which is indeed a good place that is easy to defend and difficult to attack. On a large road in front of the ridge, wolf smoke is billowing and hooves are like thunder. No one can imagine the scene of thousands of troops galloping, like a line of tide rushing, and the sky and earth will be wiped out in the blink of an eye. The first horse, with gold helmet and silver armor, is the son of the barbarian general Zha Busi, the king of the left. He pointed at the black spear and shouted coldly: "Go and explore the way!" ”

More than a dozen horsemen marched forward, but when they reached the front of the ridge, they suddenly planted themselves on their horses.

Za Busi smiled contemptuously: "Pretend to be a ghost!" The darling of the Immortal Heaven, the people of the Wolf God, rush with me! Wan Qi didn't say a word, and ran with a bang.

Suddenly, a sword swept into the air, and when the chest stabbed at Zha Busi, Zha Busi raised the black spear, only to feel a shock all over his body, and he almost fell off the horse. He was taken aback, and when he raised his eyes, he saw an old man in Taoist costume suddenly appear, stretching out his hand to hold his sword, and the sword light flashed, and the three horses fell into the dust. He was about to rush forward, but he saw a horse like a dragon galloping down from the ridge, and a young man in white stabbed straight like a dragon with a silver spear. This shot is like a dragon probing its claws, with infinite power, and it also has a domineering spirit that dominates the world. Zha Busi knew that this was the moment of life and death, and his heart was as quiet as the abyssal sea, and the black spear followed a natural principle, and after a slight bend, a shock stabbed out. His spear is already the pinnacle of martial arts in his life, and he has sublimated it to the fullest, but when he encounters a shot from a young man, it is like meeting a nemesis, and the two weapons are staggered sixteen times in an instant, and finally the silver light flashes and the blood light splashes. When he fell, Zha Busi still had a smile on his face and a little blood on his forehead. Killed this barbarian general, talked and chanted without stopping, a horse galloped deep into the enemy formation, the silver spear unfolded, like a dragon soaring into the air, instantly taking away the lives of more than a dozen horsemen. He has been on the march since he was a child, and the battle array is almost unparalleled in the world.

There is another monk, who came out from the left, and it was the master of Xinmeng and the people of Pingdao. Although Master Xinmeng is a monk with a Tao, but at this time he is holding a ring knife, and the Shaolin Ananda Demon Knife Method is unfolded, the knife light is vertical and horizontal, the blood stains the monk's clothes, and the mouth recites the Buddha, just like the Shura who crosses the world. Pingdao people were on the battlefield thirty years ago, and at this time they showed their edge, the sword light was like lightning, the figure was like the wind, and the speed of killing was far above the master of the heart dream.

Eighteen people, divided into three roads, in the center is the Sword Saint and Tan Geyin, Ling Junhou. Ling Junhou's injuries had healed at this time, his breath was circulating, almost infinite, the world's first hegemon was angry and swayed at will, the sword light was like thunder cracking the sky, and every knife had a barbarian rider and a horse being split into two pieces, extremely domineering. Behind him, the Yanshan Sanyi Iron Tiger brothers were like swimming fish, but they were in the battle formation but they were like entering the water, the three of them cooperated tacitly, and they killed and rode every shot, and the speed was so fast that they were almost not under Ling Junhou.

The third passer-by was led by Nangong Piaoling and Ye Mochen, Nangong Piaoling was green and white, and the sword light was like flying flowers and rain, and there was an indescribable beauty in this bloody battlefield. The Nangong family's Flying Rain Falling Sword is the best at group fighting, and the swordsmanship is gorgeous, but there is boundless killing power in the most beautiful scene. Although Ye Mochen's martial arts are not as good as Nangong Piao, he is the respect of a faction, and he has his own uniqueness, and his swordsmanship is clear of the dust, and a sword is stabbed, like a plum blooming, and blood is splashing everywhere, living up to the reputation of a thousand trees and plum blossoms and a sword cold.

This group of top figures in the Central Plains martial arts joined forces, how amazing, in a snap of a finger, hundreds of barbarian horses fell. Because the main general of this vanguard of 10,000 people, Za Busi, was instantly killed by Tan Geyin, which caused the army to fall into chaos, unable to organize effective resistance, and fell into a situation of fighting on its own.

The most ruthless killing in the field was naturally none other than Tan Ge Yin and Ling Junhou, but the most shocking thing for the barbarians was Shangguan Wuming, who was ethereal and like an immortal. An ordinary Qingfeng long sword, in the hands of the Sword Saint, seemed to have turned into a divine object of the most spiritual, the sword light flew across the horizon, Shangguan was nameless and leisurely, and the blood was as bright as a spring flower, blooming one after another. No one can slow down his pace of progress, such swordsmanship is beyond the imagination of ordinary people, almost a god.

How fierce the barbarians are, in the face of this group of god-like demons in the Central Plains, but they do not retreat but advance, the horse grows, the saber splits directly, and the momentum is amazing. Manpower is always poor, and in the face of a hundred times more than a hundred times the enemy's desperate counterattack, except for Shangguan for a while, the rest of the people can't help but fall into a fierce battle.

Tiehu was splitting a barbarian centurion into two pieces with a knife, saving Zhu Lu, who was almost caught in the enemy because of his fat body, but suddenly saw the third brother Hou Kongkong's legs hit by arrows, his body was slightly sluggish, and suddenly several long knives slashed him, and the whole person was immediately torn apart. His eyes were torn, and he stepped forward, and with a wave of his long knife, he slashed down the five horsemen. In the midst of this battlefield, how can you grieve? Although the Iron Tiger was sad and angry, he slashed at the enemy.

Master Xinmeng and Pingdao people were also in a bitter battle at this time, and the two swords worked together, defending and attacking, although they couldn't kill the Quartet, the barbarians were helpless for a while.

Only talking about Ge Yin and Ling Junhou, the two of them are unstoppable; A knife technique is like a god, dominating the universe, at this time the joint impact, everywhere you go, killing the enemy is like mowing grass, and the blood is full of everything!

Ten Jianghu elders, at this time, have formed a formation, attacking and defending each other, there is no damage for a while, where they pass, broken arms and stumps, blood and rain flying.

In a decisive battle with outnumbered enemies, no one knows what the outcome will be.

The wind and snow are vast, the mountains are majestic, the wind and snow stand with their hands in their hands, but they seem to be more vast and chaotic than the towering snow peaks, and the momentum alone is enough to subdue the heroes of the world.

On the top of the vast snowy peak, in front of the ancient and glorious palace, a silver-robed figure like a god like a demon stood proudly, with a silver face shining and his eyes indifferent and ruthless, as if the ancient demon god above the sky was looking down on all beings!

The wind and the snow, the Heavenly Holy Lord, the two most powerful beings in the world finally met.

Seeing the Holy Lord of the Heavenly Heavens, Feng Yinxue had a strange expression, like mockery and sarcasm, and as if there was an indescribable tiredness. No one understood why, but he was just speechless. In the end, he stood on the top of the peak with his hands in his hands, looking up at the changing sky, the corners of his mouth outlined a trace of indifferent smile, and everything in the world could bind his heart, and his clear and dust-free eyes seemed to be able to contain the whole world. In an instant, the infinite sword intent blade shrouded the void of heaven and earth.

Transcendent, supreme, like an eternal and immortal deity, this is the wind and snow at this time!

The Heavenly Saint Lord suddenly spoke, his voice hoarse and low, "Wind and snow, today's battle, not for fame and fortune, not for enmity, not for the world, just for a battle and transcendence." I won't keep my hand, and I guess you won't keep your hand, do you have anything to say? ”

The Holy Lord of Heaven seemed to be extremely happy in his heart at this time, he had been invincible for too long, and he had been lonely for too long, for a person like him, being invincible in the world was not glory, but more like a kind of prison that drew the ground as a prison. Only by breaking can we see more moving scenery. It's hard to find a confidant, and it's even harder to find an opponent, and how lucky it is to have an opponent who is hard to find through the ages!

Feng Yinxue sighed softly: "It turns out that you took that half a step, no wonder!" ”

The cold voice of the Heavenly Holy Lord sounded: "Half a step away, the difference between heaven and earth." I know very well that I will not be able to take the other half step even if it is another hundred or thousand years. Therefore, I can only use you to fight and stimulate my own potential. Originally, Yun Guyue was also a good choice, but unfortunately, she was just a woman! ”

Feng Yinxue laughed: "What about the woman, do you dare to say that you will defeat her?" Throughout the ages, no one has the right to despise her! ”

The Holy Lord of Heaven was silent, the silver clothes were hunting and flying, he had condensed all his heart, mind, and god, and the rest was only war!

It was noon, and the light was shining, but when the boundless domineering momentum of the Heavenly Holy Lord was triggered, half of the sky was suddenly covered by thick clouds like thick ink, and the clouds rolled and pressed down, like a demon dragon descending into the world, and the world seemed to fall into eternal night.

The wind and snow are proud, like the pillars of the sky, in front of the horizontal sword, the world is made of iron but is the world's first divine soldier, there is snow, at this moment blooms more intense than the sun, the boundless sword goes straight to the sky, smashing all the blockages, covering the sun and the moon.

As a result, the sky seemed to be shattered into two poles, bounded by where the two of them stood, half dark and half light.

The Holy Lord of Heaven raised his head and laughed wildly, the laughter was like thunder, shaking the heavens and the earth, the nearby snow peaks were shocked by this laughter, and they overturned one after another, and the snow was like a landslide, which was magnificent that no one in the world could see, and in the wild laughter, he shouted: "That's it! ”

In the midst of laughter, he punched out, the lightning was not enough to describe its speed, and the next moment the punch was like opening the world and pressing towards the wind and snow.

The sky and the earth are turbid, and I smash it with one punch, which is so domineering!

The wind and snow shook lightly with a sword, transforming all things, heaven and earth, yin and yang, sun and moon, and all living beings as if condensed in this sword. This sword is infinite, and there is no beginning and no end, if the punch of the Heavenly Saint Lord is the vast and domineering that opens the world, then this sword is the vastness of the evolution of the wilderness.

The fists and swords intersected, the heavens and the earth stood still, time seemed to stop passing at this moment, and the next moment, boundless energy burst out, and all the glorious palace buildings nearby were in ruins.

The Heavenly Saint Lord's body returned, and a moving smile bloomed: "Happy, the Great Yan Sword Technique is really worthy of its reputation in the world's martial arts, and the innate five swords of Wudang's bull's nose are much stronger than them in your hands!" ”

The congenital five swords, Wudang Zhenshan is unique, the evolution of Wuji and the birth of Taiji's heaven and earth, it is said that the ancestor Sanfeng Zhenren was created at the age of 100 years, and in the world, Wudang learned this set of swordsmanship only three or two people.

Feng Yinxue's face was pale, and he flew vertically, and the sword light seemed to be above time, stabbing directly at the Heavenly Holy Lord. This sword seemed to cut through the years of time, transcending the limits of time, and pierced into the eyebrows of the Heavenly Saint Lord without any warning.

But Feng Yinxue frowned, and the next moment, the body of the Heavenly Saint Lord dissipated like a streamer.

Three zhang away, he took the Heavenly Holy Lord and stood with his hands, as if he was smiling but not smiling.

Close to the end of the world, dreamy empty flowers, the only peerless body in the world that can be compared to the outside of the world. Only this kind of divine skill can make Feng Yinxue's streamer sword technique only stab an afterimage. Empty and disillusioned, real and impermanent, this kind of body has almost broken through the limit of thinking and feeling, which is beyond the imagination of the world.

The wind and snow suddenly showed a smile, softer than the breeze, warmer than the winter sun, more brilliant than spring flowers, extremely moving, and the sword was already out when the smile started. The sword light is as soft as spring water, but with an unstoppable momentum and intention, the deceased is also like this, reluctant to give up day and night. The first of the seven tips of the sword is "passing water".

This sword is far inferior to the atmosphere of the innate five swords, encompassing yin and yang, and there is no peerless edge of a streamer sword, but the face of the Heavenly Saint Lord suddenly showed a hint of caution, and the palms that were as white as jade went up and down, and slowly merged. The clear air floats up and says the sky, and the turbid gas sinks to say the place, this palm, the name of the heaven and the earth.

When the snow sword pierced three feet in front of the Heavenly Holy Lord, he was suddenly blocked, like a quagmire, powerless, and empty. At this moment, the wind and snow sword turned into a sword of the primordial one, dividing yin and yang, sorting out the turbidity, and all things began. This sword not only broke the heaven and earth of the Heavenly Holy Lord, but the brilliant sword momentum shrouded the void of heaven and earth, making people unavoidable and inescapable. The Heavenly Holy Lord is finally very human, and his body is unfolding, like Kunhua Peng, soaring upward, breaking through the confinement of heaven and earth. Zhuangzi has clouds: there is a fish in the north of the underworld, its name is Kun, turned into a bird, its name is Peng, and the one who sways up is 90,000 miles. It is the detachment of the essence of life, and it is precisely here that the Kunpeng Fuyao method of receiving the Heavenly Holy Lord is taken, symbolizing absolute freedom!

The body of the Heavenly Saint Lord was like a peng, soaring into the nine skies, and landed directly on a snowy peak ten miles away.

The wind and snow turned into streamers, and the sword volleyed into the air, and it also landed on the top of another lonely peak in the sea of clouds next to it.

The two of them were a hundred feet apart, looking at each other from a distance, and suddenly smiled in unison, but they were each admired. The Heavenly Saint Lord suddenly stretched out his arms, and the clouds in the sky changed like ink, and it actually condensed into a giant sword that opened the sky, threatening the heavens and the earth.

The wind and snow are slightly closed, sitting on the top of the peak, in front of the knee of the horizontal sword, as if Shakya is in annihilation.

The Heavenly Saint Lord volleyed into the air, straight up to the sky, holding the sword in both hands, and slashed straight down.

When a sword did not fall, the snow peak where the wind and snow sat had been silently destroyed and turned into powder, but he was still sitting in the void, his eyes were not opened, and he only stabbed out a sword faintly.

The sword that can shake the heavens and the earth of the Heavenly Saint Lord met this silent, plain sword, but it disintegrated violently, and half of the dark sky was like light and snow melting, and in an instant, the sky was clear, and the heavens and the earth suddenly brightened. The mouth of the Heavenly Holy Lord spewed blood rain, and his body was like a paper kite with a broken thread, falling down the snow peak.

The wind and snow suddenly got up, holding the sword and standing proudly in the void.

Receiving the Heavenly Holy Lord, he wiped the blood from the corners of his mouth, and smiled miserably: "Let's shoot!" "The body moved, like a red meteor, passing through the sky, cutting through the sky, this is his desperate dying blow, no life, will die. Because of this, no one in the world can resist it!

The wind and snow sighed quietly, his eyes were misty, and the seventh sword came out. There are no words to describe this sword, because it is no longer earthly, it is a sword that transcends all things and overcomes heaven and earth. This sword came out, everything was shattered, the heavens and the earth were silent, and the previous scene was like an illusion, and there was no trace of it.

After a long time, a cold voice suddenly sighed: "He doesn't know, that half a step, you can already take it at any time, but you don't want to!" Seek the Tao and see, what if you fall, you don't have to care too much! ”

Looking back, the white clothes are like snow, cold and peerless, standing in the air.

Unparalleled in the world, peerless, mirror lake moon!

Feng Yinxue smiled indifferently: "Do you know everything?" ”

Yun Guyue sighed lightly: "Seeing his true body, how can I not understand the reason?" ”

The wind and snow were pale: "It's all over!" ”

Yun Guyue stepped over, stretched out her cool jade-like hand and grabbed his hand, and said, "Yes, everything is over!" ”

Feng Yinxue held Yirenyu's hand tightly with her backhand, looked at each other and smiled, gentle and gentle, the years were silent, and everything was silent.

Yun Guyue asked softly, "When will you leave?" ”

Feng Yinxue was stunned, but hugged her lightly, and said softly: "Take that step, you can stay in the world for a hundred years, I think, this time, no matter what, is enough!" ”

Immortal couples, century-old rivers and lakes.

"Before that, there may be something to do!" Yun Guyue muttered.

Feng Yinxue was stunned, nodded, hugged the beautiful woman in his left arm, and waved the snow in the sky with his right hand, slashed several swords towards the void, and then disappeared in place.

Thousands of miles away, in the Jinluan Palace, Yan Zhibai Zhi, who is a very popular minister, is full of pride, because he has completely controlled the situation in the court, those who go along with it prosper, those who go against it die, the officials of the world, half out of the prime minister's mansion, such a great achievement, how can those rivers and lakes be reckless can imagine, he couldn't help but say in his heart. As the sect master of the Demon Gate, becoming the most powerful person in the world is his lifelong wish, and the rivers and lakes are just a corner of the world after all!

The emperor, who was obsessed with alchemy, was depressed and yawned; "Yan Qing's family, some small things, you just watch and do it, don't disturb me at will!"

Yan Zhibai was waiting for Gong to be, and suddenly a sword light crossed in front of him, ethereal, and there was no way to trace it. In the next moment, the first assistant of the current dynasty who had this demonic skill was terrified and frightened beyond measure, and the demonic skill of his lifelong penance was wiped out under this ethereal sword. His henchmen next to him were shocked, watching Lord Shousuke, who originally looked like a middle-aged man, instantly aging at a speed visible to the naked eye, with goosebumps and pale complexion.

The most mysterious place in the world, in the Wheel Demon Palace, which is regarded as a holy place by the people in the Demon Gate, is full of ambition, and is about to reproduce the discussion of several demon lords in the rivers and lakes, suddenly saw the sword light dazzling, and when they opened their eyes again, everyone only had horror and fear in their eyes.

Thousands of miles of imperial sword, take the head of the person, for the sword fairy; The sword intent breaks through the sky, spreads far and wide, and kills all things, it is the sword god.

Before falling off the cliff, only Shangguan Wuming, Tan Geyin, Ling Junhou, and Nangong Piaoling were still alive, and the rest of the people, including Master Xinmeng, Pingdaoren, Ling Duhan, and other sect masters, had all died in heroic battles, but the barbarian damage was as high as 30,000 people, and half of the six hours had passed. With eighteen men against fifty thousand iron horsemen, such a record can be said to be glorious for eternity, and there has never been one before, and there will never be one again.

The mountain of corpses and the sea of blood are not enough to describe the tragedy of this place at this time, Shangguan is nameless and bloody, but his expression is still leisurely, the sword used has been changed several times, he walks through step by step, the sword light is swaying, killing one person with every step, the remnants of the barbarians are like demons, terrified and boundless, but they can't change the arrival of death at all! Talking about singing and chanting the green shirt stained with blood, the clothes were flying, although the face was pale, the silver spear in his hand was still as stable as before, and the fierce battle was nearly three hours, let him be sensed by heaven and man, the true qi was full of almost infinity, and it was close to running out of oil. Only by going further, the incarnation of heaven and man, and their infinite use, can the true air flow be infinite, and the old force has not been exhausted, and the new force has been born, and it has eternal combat power. Ling Junhou's situation is also similar to Tan Ge Yin, or even more soterary, the weight of his weapons is the highest in the world, and between operations, it is extremely physical. Nangong Piao's name is a generation, the height of martial arts is almost not under Tan Ling's two, relying on his superb light skills can still deal with the enemy, he holds two swords, one of which is his best friend Ye Mochen's sword "Turbulent Snow", Ye Mochen died generously, Nangong Piaoling held his sword, which was the intention of killing the enemy on behalf of friends.

Although the 20,000 barbarians have not yet been defeated, they are not far away, and what supports them is the news that the barbarian army is coming, if not, how can they dare to continue to face these gods of war who seem to be forever invincible?

Shangguan Wuming's hand was shocked, the long sword shattered into tens of millions of pieces, pieces of broken swords flew horizontally, dozens of barbarian soldiers suddenly fell, he suddenly stared into the distance, revealing a trace of caution. On the desolate mountain road, like a barbarian army of a tide between heaven and earth, surging in, the momentum can shake the heavens and the earth.

The four of them each solved the opponent next to them, and came together, talking and singing with a solemn expression: "Most of the barbarian army has arrived, and you and I will die dead, but time is still far from enough, how is it good?" ”

Before the tide of the first line, he rode alone, with golden armor and golden helmets, it was Tuoba Thunder Eagle, his face was cold and solemn, and his momentum was cold, like the Nine Demon Gods descending into the world.

Shangguan Wuming's face was different, but he suddenly said, "You three retreat!" ”

The three of them were puzzled and retreated.

Shangguan Wuming stretched out his hand to hold the sword, and within Kyushu, between heaven and earth, suddenly there were thousands of sword intent breaking through the sky.

The sword saint Shangguan has no name in his life, and he has a strange place that makes the world puzzled, and he will change a sword when he fights with a person, and he makes a sword in his life, but there are no less than 10,000 swords, although these 10,000 swords are not divine weapons, but they are all cast by famous artists, and they are extraordinary. It's just that after every battle, Shangguan Wuming destroys a sword by itself, and no one knows why?

At this time, the ten thousand sword intent roared, condensing into a violent wind, and wherever it passed, nothing was indestructible, nothing was indestructible, and nothing could be stopped. The infinite sword intent swept across the vast sky and earth, the mountains and ancient roads, and no one could stand on thousands of iron horses. This sword is made of ten thousand sword intents, and it is the last form of the Vientiane Heavenly Sword: ten thousand swords are one. In the past few decades, the sword has been broken and cultivated, and the sword qi has been cultivated between heaven and earth, until today, the edge of the sword intent is condensed and united, and it is far-reaching, irresistible.

This sword came out, and the remnants of the 20,000 barbarian horsemen, including the 10,000 soldiers in front of the barbarian army who had just arrived, were all flesh and blood, and there was no complete corpse, only Mu Huali stood alone with a sword, the golden armor was messy, and the anger was blazing.

Looking at Shangguan Wuming again, he sat down slowly, his white hair was like snow, as if he had aged for decades in an instant, and he had exhausted all his essence, qi, and spirit between this sword, and his vitality was completely gone. It's not dead yet, it's just holding on in one breath.

Tuoba Thunder Eagle's expression was cold, and he slashed it down, and the target was Shangguan Wuming, who had run out of oil and lamps.

Without waiting for talk, Ling, and Nangong reacted, suddenly a sword chant came down from the nine heavens, and a vast and infinite sword qi fell violently, and Tuoba Thunder Eagle, who was in mid-air, was pressed down by this sword qi, and without the slightest resistance, he fell directly to the ground, embarrassed.

Above the clouds, a sword fell in the air, straight to the earth. When the sword fell, the sword qi was full of heaven and earth, and hundreds of thousands of barbarian horses were planted with a bang, which was extremely spectacular.

This scene must have never been seen before, and it is destined to be no one after.

When there was snow in the sky, it fell on Shangguan Wuming's side, and the next moment, the wind and snow followed, and his expression was gloomy: "I'm late!" ”

Shangguan Nameless's expression moved slightly: "You took that step, sure enough, sure enough!" Then he shook his head: "Chao Wendao, it's okay to die at night, I have no regrets in this life!" After that, when I closed my eyes, there was no more breath.

Tuoba Thunder Eagle's face was frightened, and he looked at Feng Yinxue with great hatred, and he roared sharply: "Release the arrow!" Shoot the arrows! ”

Although tens of thousands of barbarian troops were in a panic, they still obeyed their orders, stretched their bows and arrows, and ten thousand arrows were like rain, covering the sky and the sun, and falling towards the place where the wind and snow were!

The wind roared and the snow white clothes flew, reaching out and holding it, as if time and space were still, and ten thousand arrows were still, condensed in the air.

In the next moment, ten thousand arrows returned, and they all flew towards Tuoba Thunder Eagle, his body was submerged by the rain of arrows, and there was nothing left, just as he fulfilled his original oath.

Faced with a miraculous scene, like a god-like wind and snow, hundreds of thousands of barbarians were agitated, and they couldn't help but kneel down, like worshiping the gods, and no one dared to get up.

Behind the three armies, in a gold-topped soft sedan chair, Mu Jialan's expression was pale, and there was no blood at all, in front of such an enemy who came into the world like a god, she knew that there was no possibility of revenge in this life!

A white shadow flashed into the sedan chair like a phantom, and said hurriedly: "The Holy Lord died in battle, the Holy Palace closed the mountain, Jialan, let's go, the revenge can be avenged later!" ”

"What's wrong with you?"

The evil monarch raised his eyes, but saw a dead gray color on Mu Jia's blue face, and couldn't help but ask in surprise.

Mu Jialan smiled faintly: "Let's go, brother, the farther you go, the better, the world is so big, there is always a place for it." I'm tired and want to take a break! ”

The evil monarch's heart sank, Mu Jialan closed her starry eyes, and hummed a song softly, her voice was sweet and clear: "The majestic boy is like a high mountain, the clouds are on the other side of the mountain, wait until the sea is dry, when will you return the horse to ......" The lower the voice, the more inaudible it became.

The song is not over, the soul is broken!

Feng Yinxue walked in front of the barbarian army, and the boundless momentum overwhelmed the heavens and the earth, and shouted loudly: "Children and grandchildren, don't offend my Middle Earth again, otherwise you will have to wait for no return, go back to your grassland!" ”

Hearing these words, there were people in the barbarian army who knew Chinese word of mouth, and hundreds of thousands of people knelt on the ground and kowtowed, and the army slowly retreated, and no one dared to turn back.

At this time, in the Falling Sky Ridge, the cheers of hundreds of people suddenly sounded, Shen Zhenyi was alone, with tears in his eyes, and the Central Plains heroes came to meet the arrival of a large team of eighteen people. Although the heroes who died in the heroic battle are gone, the heroic spirits are not far away, and they can go home with peace of mind!

Feng Yinxue looked at the cheering heroes, smiled slightly, but disappeared.

That was the last time he was seen on earth.