The vast snow is falling, and the fine snow in the sky is sprinkled like a pale catkins to cover the earth, making the whole flat mountain stream look like a snow-white ice and snow from a distance.

In a snow-white and ice-blue mountain stream, the woods, clear streams, and mountain streams are all white, as if covered with a layer of white veil.

It puts a touch of color on this world.

In the midst of the ice and snow, the white-clothed Jiuqushu Sword Heart and the black-clothed Wild Three Swords confronted each other, carrying the cold sword and standing coldly.

Xiao Jiange took a deep look at Jian Xin, and then walked decisively towards the Bagua Ridge.

"Sizzle" A sword roar resounded, and the cold sword qi came out like a dragon, attacking Xiao Jiange.

The sword qi was approaching, and the cold wind was cold, but Xiao Jiange ignored it and walked straight.

"Boom" A roar resounded, and the same terrifying and terrifying sword qi collided with it and intertwined with each other.

"Why? Qin Luoli's favorite person is not you, what is the meaning of you?" said the figure of the three swordsmen with a gloomy expression.

Seeing that he wanted to succeed in the overall situation but was suddenly intervened, the three swords of the wilderness were naturally furious.

At that moment, he angrily questioned Shu Jian Xin.

"Ha, it's her business who she likes, it doesn't affect whether I like it or not, and it doesn't affect my sword. Shu Jian Xin smiled lightly, and slowly took the ancient book in his hand into his arms, and his temperament suddenly changed, and the breath of the whole person was like a sword out of the sheath, sharp and soaring.

This is the first time since his debut that he has put away an ancient book and waited seriously.

This book is a beautiful book of mountains and fields, and it is full of desire, and the whole book reveals a vulgar atmosphere, but its plot is wonderful, and the depiction is vivid and reminiscent.

Therefore, the life-killing scholar serial sword set the rules for the book sword heart, and every time the sword is released, he must read the book and come out of the sword.

It is known as self-cultivation and tempering the Taoist heart.

It seems nonsense, but Kenshin deeply feels the benefits.

Since the day he got the book, his Dao heart has become more and more firm day by day, the beauty of the world is difficult to disturb his heart, and the sword in his hand is better than a sword.

It can be described as stunning to the world, however, at that qin-listening meeting, Shu Jian Xin met the person who couldn't hold even if it was a Dao heart that had been sharpened by fragrant books for a long time.

The world is helpless, and the person who damaged his Dao heart has now passed away, so what's the use of using this book to sharpen his Dao heart?

The heart is no longer in the Tao, what is the use of grinding?

Shu Kenshin put away the book, and his aura skyrocketed by a few points.

The figure of Shu Jian Xin also flickered out, the sword shadow in his hand swayed, and the Dao sword qi shone and spread like a fan, attacking towards the three desolate swords.

He wants revenge!

The two figures fought with Xiao Jiange as the center.

Suddenly, the ground exploded, and there were countless swords and swords, and the cold light in the sky reflected each other like water.

Its trees fell, ice and snow splattered, and powerful True Qi and Sword Qi scattered in all directions, drawing sword marks on the transparent ice.

Black and white clothes are staggered, sword qi is vertical and horizontal, Xiao Jiange doesn't care, slowly moving forward, even if the sword qi is like the wind and whistling beside itself, his steps are not moved at all, still firm and slow.

One wants to kill him, the other is to protect him, the sword qi of the two parties has come and gone, Xiao Jiange is like walking on the tip of the knife at the moment.

As long as one party is a little weaker, he will be shattered by the sword qi and die.

Xiao Jiange's steps were steady, his eyes were resolute, and he still didn't move at all with every sword qi that swept around his body, and his brows never wrinkled a bit.

If there are others present, I am afraid that they will sigh how terrifying Xiao Jiange's mind is.

Even if someone has experienced countless lives and deaths, it is difficult not to change his color under his death, but Xiao Jiange has already done this.

He has experienced a lot of life and death, but these life and death are different from the ordinary life and death, this is the life and death of the state of mind, every time he dies, he sees life more thoroughly, and his state of mind is more condensed.

The world treats me indifferently, and I look at the world with indifference, even if life and death are in front of me, what is there to fear?

If you can't find the meaning of life, what is the difference between life and death?

Xiao Jiange walked lightly, and finally slowly walked out of the flat mountain stream.

With Xiao Jiange's Pingshan Stream Book, Jian Xin and Huang Sanjian have already fought more than 100 moves.

The two of them stood quietly and waited, but they did not stop Xiao Jiange from going out of the mountain stream.

The wind and snow were drifting, and under the white expanse, two figures, one black and one white, stood quietly.

The cold swords of the two of them both emitted a cold light, and the sword bodies were clear.

Both of them knew that this battle was coming to an end, and this would be the last move between the two.

Only the winner took Xiao Jiange's life.

A sword roar shook the whole world.

The three swords of the wilderness handed out the three swords that they had learned all their lives, and the three swords were one, and the power was monstrous.

Shu Jian Xin handed out nine swords, one sword connected to another, just as a sword outside the Phoenix Pavilion should be a song.

Nine-curved serial swords, swords and swords overlap, powerful like a wave, one wave is better than another.

After a sword, the flat mountain stream trembled endlessly, the wind and snow fell, and the heaven and earth seemed to be still, and there was no sound.

The two figures stood in the wind and snow, and all the squares were shattered and turned into a mess.

You can see its terrifying power.

"After all, I failed to avenge you. The white-clothed book Jian Xin's face was pale, the corners of his mouth were overflowing with blood, his expression was lonely, and the chain of swords in his hand were all shattered into pieces.

A white jade flute fell out of the sword's bosom.

"Ha" Shu Jian Xin looked at the white jade flute that fell into the snow and blended with it, his eyes chuckled warmly, slowly lowered his head and closed his eyes, and passed away.

"I have been practicing the flute for many years, and I understand your kindness, but I have always only regarded you as a bosom friend. "Fifth

"What is the name of this flute piece?"

"Love and hatred. ”

"Love and hatred, love and hatred, a good name, a person's life is nothing more than love and hatred, and the simple two words have exhausted everything in my song. ”

"What do you mean by that?"

"Since the name is chosen by you, as a thank you, I will give you this white jade flute that has been with me for many years. ”

The wind and snow were ethereal, and the white-clothed scholar sword had no life.

Huang Sanjian looked at the figure in front of him who was suddenly gone, his eyes were full of admiration, and he couldn't help but say loudly

"The deadly serial sword really lives up to its name. ”

As soon as the words fell, the three swords suddenly spurted out a mouthful of blood, his eyes suddenly dimmed, and his qi around him was depressed.

"Hah, it's all over. Huang Sanjian covered his lower abdomen and laughed miserably, and tightened his hand on Mu Xiao.

In this last move, the book sword was physically and mentally dead, and the cultivation of the three swords was abolished.

The three swords of the wild are the big disciples of the undefeated seat of the three swords, and the three swords were undefeated in the past, and they took a fancy to his qualifications at a glance.

At that time, Huang Sanjian was an ordinary swordsman, wandering the rivers and lakes with his beloved.

The three swords were undefeated, and in order to let him learn the sword, he cultivated him into a demon who hijacked his lover Liu Xiao, and forced the three swords to learn the sword with his life.

Sure enough, the three swords of the desolate cultivation of the three swords undefeated swordsmanship, the cultivation of the rapid progress, nominally the undefeated disciple of the three swords, but in fact the three swords undefeated was used by the three swords undefeated to probe the news of the righteous path and the news of the former rival Qi Haoran.

The figure of the three swords of the desolate sword was lonely walking between the flat mountains and streams, and he was going back to recover his life.

In this life, he was alone and adrift, and from the time when the dantian was abolished by the sword heart of the book, he knew that his life was over.

It's hard to get rid of it anymore.

In order to make his apprentice's cultivation progress quickly, he did not hesitate to force his apprentice's beloved in front of his apprentice, so as to provoke the apprentice and increase his sword heart.

Seeing his beloved humiliated but unable to do anything about it, he finally made a fifty-life covenant with his master and joined the Demon Sect to become a Demon Cult killer.

On that day, he lost the light of the world, and the hands of the originally righteous swordsman ranger were stained with blood.

He became the person of the Demon Sect in the mouth of the chivalrous man of the rivers and lakes, the devil, and he had to bear the guilt of fifty lives and kill fifty people.

I don't know how many nights he was awakened by nightmares, and he was involved in the pursuit of all parties in the rivers and lakes.

One step in the endless period of the rivers and lakes, the only thing that accompanies the three swords is that Mu Xiao, which is given by his sweetheart, and it is also the intention of the master's threat, and it is also reminding himself.

If you want to retire, you can only do what he wants.

Now the only sister who can give her warmth, Bai Liling, has also died, and her cultivation has been wasted.

The three swords of the Wild Sword knew that they were worthless in the eyes of their master the Three Swords at this moment.

Later, the name of the three swords disappeared from the rivers and lakes, and this first-class terrifying killer disappeared quietly.

No one knows that since the battle of Naping Mountain Stream, the three swords of the wilderness finally died and the three swords were undefeated.

"Inherit my sword, but he can't do what he does, he should apologize for his sin with death"

On that day, the lonely black-clothed figure hugged the sword and said coldly, in front of him was a figure kneeling on the ground with a frightened face, and in front of him there was a corpse of a woman who was not clothed.

As early as that year, Liu Xiao, the beloved of the three swords, had died tragically under the undefeated sword of the three swords, and was regarded as the fate of the Ding furnace after the undefeated cultivation of the three swords.

The three swords of the wilderness collapsed on the spot, and they were buried under the undefeated swords of their three swords.

"You are also ruthless in such an end, aren't you afraid that you will not be much better in the future?" asked after a moment of silence.

"I was prepared back then. The three swords were undefeated and said indifferently.

"Alas, you are a born swordsman, a born demon. Xuan Mo Ran sighed.

The swordsman is ruthless, the demon is heartless, and the three swords are undefeated, which is also one of the reasons why he can become a rare Nine Heavens master in the world today.

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Bagua Ridge, Bagua is a pattern, branded stone plate, there is a piano and a person.

The qin is a flowing guqin, and the people are the people in red.

"Oh" Liu Yanran flicked her jade hand, and the guqin made a quiet sound.

A sad piano song was played.

The sound of the piano resounded through Bagua Ridge.

In the scattered faint piano sounds, a mink figure slowly stepped onto the Bagua Ridge.

"Huh?" Xiao Jiange's eyes lit up when he heard the qin song, and a wave of anger rose from his heart, this song was exactly the same as the qin song that Tang Fengqing played in Cuihuanlin back then.

Xiao Jiange came slowly, his face had already changed, it was uncertain, and his heart was even more turbulent, and the killing machine was up and down.

Liu Yanran played elegantly, but there was a cold smile on the corner of her mouth.

Xiao Jiange's mood has changed, and the next situation will be controlled by himself.

"You're finally here!" Liu Yanran said indifferently when she saw Xiao Jiange coming slowly.

"You are" Xiao Jiange was shocked when he saw the red dress playing the piano in front of him.

"National chess player, Liu Yanran!"

"Don't be surprised, I'm here to let you see the truth of everything. ”

"The truth?" Xiao Jiange's eyes narrowed slightly, and he said in surprise.

"That's right, the truth! the truth about why you ended up like this. Liu Yanran said slowly, her beautiful eyes were pale and unusual.