Two days passed in a flash.

In the secluded bamboo house, flashing with a faint purple light, Ye Fan sat cross-legged on the bamboo bed, his expression was peaceful, and he was at the peak of his physical strength and energy at this time, so as to prepare for the next attack on Qingshan.

Xiu Wudao walked into the house, walked in front of Ye Fan, and said, "Begin?"

Ye Fan opened his eyes, his face was unwavering, he stood up gently, and then said 'um'.

Those who are close to Zhu are red and those who are close to ink are black, and they have been living with Xiu Wudao for so long, but they have become more and more taciturn.

The warm sun shines on the green trees on the green hills, and if it weren't for the white clouds overhead, it should be a little sunny. There is no concept of night in the Great Sumeru Immortal Array, except for the black clothes on the two of them, there is no slightly dull color, I didn't feel anything when I first entered here, but I really can't stand it in the long run, no matter how beautiful things are, they can't stand the same, and in the end they will feel a little bored.

The two walked to the foot of Qingshan Mountain with a familiar car, there was no superfluous conversation, only the flow of eyes, Xiu Wudao took out a few talismans and handed them to Ye Fan, and said with a smile: "If you don't succeed, you will become benevolent." ”

Then he took a few steps forward and walked into the green hills.

Ye Fan's face was solemn and he was ready for battle.

Half a month ago, Ye Fan discovered a phenomenon that the power of the Nine Heavens' sword qi did not seem to be static.

In order to verify this idea, Ye Fan made many attempts, and it was not until the day before yesterday that he was completely sure that after he was attacked by that extremely terrifying sword qi, the power of the scattered sword qi in the mountains and forests had at least doubled, and the two of them came up with a way to deal with it.

First by Xiu Wudao to dissipate some of the sword qi of Jiu Xiaotian, and then Ye Fan carried five wind galloping talismans straight to the top of the mountain, under the full impact of Xiu Wudao, the remaining sword qi should not be enough to resist Ye Fan's footsteps.

But all this is just conjecture, it still depends on the facts.

The Xuanhei Qianqiu Lock tightly wrapped the entire cultivation of the Dao, resisting the incomparably fierce formless sword qi.

It looks like a huge black rice dumpling.

But without the assistance of Hao Ran Qi, his speed of progress was obviously not as fast as Ye Fan's, and a quarter of an hour passed, and Xiu Wudao could only walk to the mountainside.

Under the rapid attack of the invisible sword qi, the Qianqiu lock was cut out with a little spark, and with the footsteps of Xiu Wudao, there was a bit of a taste of lotus step by step.

Suddenly, he stopped, and the Chiaki lock made a 'ding' sound of metal impact, as if it was unsustainable.

There was a moment of stalemate, and a cold voice came from the chains.

"Three thousand shadow burials. ”

As soon as the words fell, thousands of black phantoms suddenly appeared among the verdant mountain cliffs, moving rapidly among the green grass and trees.

Xiu Wu Dao seemed to have gained unimaginable tremendous strength, and his forward speed increased dramatically, but in half an hour, he had already traveled three steps away from the Nine Heavens, and thousands of black shadows rushed to the long sword in unison, and a strong force attacked, pushing Xiu Wu Dao to slowly approach the Nine Heavens.

Unexpectedly, an extremely terrifying huge sword qi burst out from the long sword, hitting the Qianqiu lock fiercely, Xiu Wudao spit out a mouthful of blood, and was hit by this force and rolled down the mountain, but there was a flash of light in his eyes, and he shouted: "It's now, quickly!"

Ye Fan had already made preparations, and Haoran burst out, the wind gallop charm attached to the soles of his feet, and rushed towards the top of the mountain at an unimaginable speed.

A cloud of purple rainbow light was like a bamboo, but in the blink of an eye, it had reached the mountainside, and it was staggered from the Xiu Wudao that was rolling down the mountain.

Xiu Wudao was covered in blood, and his clothes were full of sword edges, and it was impossible for Qianqiu Suo to be perfect after all, so he was also injured a lot.

He sat down against a green tree at the foot of the mountain, his face as pale as snow, but the sun rose in his eyes.

Xiu Wudao raised his head, stared at the purple figure between the mountain roads, and coughed twice.

Ye Fan, it's up to you now.

......

Just as Ye Fan expected, the power of the sword qi in the green mountains was no longer what it used to be, and the speed at which he reached the top was a few points faster than before, Jiuxiaotian seemed to feel the intruder's uninvited, and suddenly a red light flashed, and the power of the sword qi increased suddenly, but Ye Fan was only three steps away from Jiuxiaotian.

Three steps to the moat.

There was a snap, crisp and loud, and a hole appeared in the black clothes.

Ye Fan continued to move forward without a pause, as if he was unaware.

The sword intent became more and more vigorous, and the crisp sound became more and more urgent, snapping, descending like a storm, and it seemed that two giant swords were colliding with each other.

The sound of the sword was endless, and the sound echoed in the mountains and forests, as if there were countless thunderclouds hidden in the green mountains, constantly sweeping the mountain road.

The degree of isolation of Haoran Qi has been achieved to the extreme, but Ye Fan's whole body still flows out of the traces of Dao blood, forming a small lake of blood in the bluestone footprint pit under his feet.

The black clothes of Xiu Wudao are very special, they belong to relatively high-level robes, they are invulnerable to water and fire, and they can resist the peak blow of the Eight Realms, but at this time, they have also become tattered, and dozens of strips of cloth hang on his body, revealing a scarred body, looking extremely embarrassed.

Ye Fan gritted his teeth, the aura in his body was running wildly, and he was fully transported to the Haoran Qi, the purple light was even brighter, forcing the red sword qi around him back by more than an inch, Ye Fan knew that he could not miss the opportunity, bent his knees, jumped over, stretched out his palm and went straight to the Nine Heavens.

Half a zhang, two feet, an inch, the distance is getting closer and closer.

There was no accident this time, the young man tightly grasped the hilt of the sword of Jiuxiaotian, let out a loud shout, and pulled it out violently.

There was a soft snort, and it was the sound of an object breaking through the ground.

Ye Fan held the long sword in his right hand, his body staggered, and he actually sat down.

The young man scratched his head, a little unexpectedly pulled out this Nine Heavens so easily.

Seeing this, Xiu Wudao hurriedly stood up, and then cautiously took a step into the green mountain, but there was no abnormal movement, and the formless sword qi that was extremely powerful in the past seemed to disappear out of thin air at this moment, he breathed a sigh of relief, and his figure suddenly disappeared, and he arrived at the top of the mountain in a blink of an eye.

He crouched down and asked softly, "Are you alright?"

Ye Fan shook his palm, frowned slightly, and said uncertainly: "My hand seems to be glued to it." ”

Then the boy continued to control the palm of his hand and pull it out forcefully, but it still had no effect.

Xiu Wudao also frowned, picked up Ye Fan's right hand and examined it carefully, but after checking it for a long time, there was still no good way. Please net

"Maybe it will be okay when this big array breaks down. ”

Ye Fan said helplessly.

Xiu Wudao stood up straight, and he also felt a little happy, "Without this Nine Heavens in the way, this Great Sumeru Immortal Array can't trap you and me for five days." ”

Ye Fan also stood up and nodded.

Suddenly, a dazzling red light flashed on the top of Qingshan Mountain, forcing Xiu Wudao to subconsciously close his eyes.

The next moment, Ye Fan, who was originally standing on the green mountain, disappeared.

The sword fell to the ground with a thud.

Xiu Wudao suddenly raised his head and looked at the north, his face full of incredulity.

......

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In the extremely far north of Hongmeng World, a place further north than Beihuayangzhou, it is called Snow Field.

In the depths of the snowfield, there is an extremely abrupt snow-capped mountain in the middle, desolate and desolate.

The snow is white, the mountains are also white, and the occasional small beast that comes out of the snow is also white, and the tone is extremely single, which is two extremes with the scenery in the Great Sumeru Immortal Array, and it will make people feel very uncomfortable after watching it for a long time.

The wind is blowing here, cold as a knife, it is difficult to climb to the top of the mountain without the cultivation of more than seven realms, and there is no reason for those immortals to come here on this snowy mountain, so there is no figure within a radius of a hundred miles.

Except for the man at the top.

It was a back that would make people feel cold just by looking at it, and he just sat on the top of the mountain and looked at the unknown place in the distance, silent.

His eyelashes were frosty, his lips and cheeks shimmered with a healthy flush, and he was dressed in a white robe, his black hair fluttering in the wind, blending in perfectly with the scene around him.

Then, as if sensing something, he slowly turned his head to look south.

"What's the matter?" he asked. ”

There was not the slightest fluctuation in tone.

A phantus appeared out of thin air behind him, and said vaguely: "Your sword has been drawn." ”

He turned his head, closed his eyes slightly, and said, "That's not my sword. ”

The phantom was silent for a long time, and said a little unwillingly: "Can you really give up these without the slightest nostalgia?"

He closed his eyes and said, "There is nothing in the first place, where is the dust." ”

"You!"

The phantom was a little agitated and took a step forward.

An iron sword pierced through the phantom.

There was silence in the heavens and the earth.

He turned his head slowly, opened his eyes, and looked at the phantom.

His eyes were calm, and there was not the slightest emotion in them.

It's like looking at a stone on the side of the road, or a piece of grass on the grassland.

It's truly ruthless.

The ruthlessness here is not cold-blooded brutality.

And that's what it means literally.

There are no feelings.

Snowy Heartbreaker.

Hongmeng is the only one in the world who cultivates ruthless Dao to the extreme.

Too ruthless.

The phantom seemed to feel fear, trembled twice, and did not dare to take a step forward.

He said, "Don't bother me about anything, I don't want to kill you." ”

The phantom seemed to have accepted his fate, and there was no nostalgia, and it dissipated directly at the top of the peak, turning into bursts of white smoke and disappearing.

At the moment when the black shadow disappeared, a cold light galloped around the peak, and only stopped before his eyes after a moment.

It's the iron sword.

He raised his right hand, and the iron sword fell on its own, and with a soft snap, the iron sword disappeared without a palm.

The thin layer of snow covering the rocks is swept up by the breeze and makes a whirring sound, and the snow is like smoke, and it surrounds the top of the mountains for a long time.

Looking at the snowy field, which seemed to never change, he suddenly remembered what the man had said to him back then.

The cold winter does not know the cold.

Is that really the case?