In the middle of summer, snow is falling all over the sky. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

At this moment, the top of Langyu Mountain is shrouded in clouds and mist, through heavy water vapor, countless heavy snow drifts down, like an avalanche in the air.

Only after walking in, will you be shocked to find that the white filaments on the top of the entire mountain, where is the snow?

It was clearly a myriad of pure sword intent.

In such a white world, the sword intent fell slowly, and when it was attached to the two columns of huge statues, the original stone statues turned out to be a little illusory.

The strong man who once died, although his body was scattered, his sword intent was not gone, and under the deliberate guidance of Cui Jiqi, the cultivation of these ancestors surnamed Cui and Boling Men was pinned on their respective statues, and they suddenly appeared.

Cui Jiqi faced the world's number one sword immortal, and as soon as he made a move, it was the fury of thunder, a violent blow!

Heaven and earth, Haoran.

The dark clouds crushed down, and the lonely Langyu Mountain seemed to be going to use the pseudonym "Buzhou" to support this inky sky.

It was a sunny day, but the whole mountain top was gloomy and terrible.

"Wow!"

In the clouds, lightning and thunder roared, the terrible sound was distorted and weird, and the light of lightning illuminated the heavens and the earth in an instant.

There are hundreds of phantoms, floating in the air, or green faces and fangs, or hearts as dead as ashes, or laughing and arrogant, or seducing sentient beings.

In the same way, everyone has a sword in their hand.

Everyone has sword intent around them.

This is the foundation of the Boling Cui clan, under the accumulation of hundreds of years, countless talented heroes contributed their own cultivation before death, and together they accumulated this Langyu Mountain.

The first emperor once said, "The martial artists of the world are half in it." ”

Yes and no.

To be more precise, even if you count hundreds of years forward, the world's martial artists are also half into Langyu Mountain.

This is the essence of the Bolingcui clan.

And now, the heroic spirits in the entire mountain are just pouring out of the nest for the sword drawn by an old man in Tsing Yi.

Because the old man in Tsing Yi is Li Taibai.

It is a rare sword immortal for thousands of years.

is also a sword, and on the phantom here, the sword intent is fierce and killing, but it has the meaning of righteousness.

The sword of Haoran is naturally Haoran in his heart.

It is like a mountain cliff and a waterfall, and it is self-contained.

In the face of the raging enemy, Li Taibai's frivolity just now had dissipated, and he lowered his head slightly and did not look ahead.

Ignore the changes in heaven and earth, ignore the shadows in the sky, and ignore the sword intent of Sen Ran.

just looked down, just looking at the three-foot Qingfeng in his hand.

A smile at the corner of his mouth.

It's so easy.

It's like taking friends to spring, and it's like being drunk.

He raised his wrist and waved it casually.

Heaven and earth are still.

No sound, no color.

Heaven and earth seem to be shrouded in infinite black.

There is a light up.

It was a bright stretch of light.

The light froze in the air, from one end to the other.

It's not just Li Taibai and Cui Jiqi who are connected.

It's time.

Time turned into light and brightened in Cui Jiju's eyes.

In the light, Cui Jiqi saw an old man.

The old man's face is the same as Cui Jiqi, but he is a little older, he has been cultivating for decades, and finally survived until all his peers died, and from then on, he is the ancestor of the Boling Cui clan.

The power of the royal clan.

Even the emperor of the empire, when he saw him, had to bow with honor.

Unparalleled strength, unparalleled rights, this is his Cui Jiju's later life.

On Langyu, from the foot of the mountain to the top of the mountain, tens of thousands of martial artists are struggling to pursue the true meaning of martial arts, even if they are the disciples who have reached the realm of unification, Zhulu and Honghu, they are also meditating and sharpening every day, hoping that before they die, they can see the scenery of the highest peak in the world.

In the entire Langyu Mountain, only he Cui Jiqi is the most desireless.

For he has stood on the highest place.

It's just a little lonely.

Being the ancestor of a big family is like a god statue, which is worshiped every day.

There is no friend who can talk to him.

The light continues to flow.

It's like time.

Cui Jiqi saw a middle-aged man who was full of spirit.

In the spring of life, middle-aged people marry wives and have children, and the road to martial arts is extremely smooth.

And in the picture, he saw that his wife had died.

The woman who has been silently by her side.

From childhood to adulthood, childhood sweethearts, nothing more than that.

At this moment, the man was standing in front of Cui Jijue, wearing a pink dress, smiling like a flower, just like back then.

Cui Jiqi's originally upright body seemed to be a little stumbling.

How he wished that time would stand still and go back to the beginning.

What's the point of being a lonely person, without relatives and friends of the same age, without her.

The phantom that was originally full of sky seemed to have long been lost in the darkness.

Disappear.

Tears oozed from Cui Jijue's eyes, but his eyes regained their strong color.

Falsehood.

It's all vanity.

He sneered, but with tears in his eyes.

The light does not stop.

In a trance, Cui Jiqi did not continue to be a bystander, and became the little sword boy who was bent on studying.

Child.

He was dressed in a simple cloth robe, carrying a wooden sword, and was climbing Langyu Mountain, his knees were obviously trembling, but he still gritted his teeth and kept moving forward.

The scorching sun shone viciously.

All around, there are people of the same age who are younger and older, constantly laughing:

"Give up, the seven tricks of life, I think you have a knack, and you still want to learn swords?"

"Haoran sword, first of all, you must have Haoran in your heart, you are so eager to repay it, how can you do it?"

"The old patriarch actually has a son like you, I don't know if he created something evil in his previous life?"

"Shhhh

……

The whisper, like a poisonous snake, ruthlessly burrowed into Cui Jijue's ears, making the young man unable to hold back the tears in his eyes.

Extremely aggrieved.

A little girl rushed out of the crowd, ignoring everyone's surprised eyes, resolutely took out a handkerchief, and carefully wiped the sweat on Cui Jijue's face.

Under the sun, her eyebrows and eyes are beautiful, which is the most beautiful scenery.

Cui Jiqi is a little crazy and struggling in the illusion.

However, after cultivating the sword for a hundred years, the sword heart has long been integrated into the blood, how can it be easy to give up, I don't know when, Cui Jiqi has already been distributed, he laughed wildly: "That's right, back then, I was dedicated to sword cultivation, just seeking to win the world, snubbed her, and failed her, but the past is no longer able to look back, and I want to use these illusions to destroy my sword heart, it's too boring!" ”

This time, with Cui Jiqi's shout, the world has not changed, and the environment has not changed.

There is no sword intent all over the ground with heavy snow, and there is no overlapping phantom of the past dynasties.

Time, it seems, has forgotten here.

The Unknowable.

In an instant, Cui Jiqi understood something, he looked at his hand in disbelief, only to find that it was a child's hand.

Simple and clean.

He is Cui Jijue.

But he is no longer Cui Jiqi, who is the ancestor of the Boling Cui family, but the sword boy back then.

A sword floats.

A sword into a dream.

Cui Jiqi muttered to himself: "Floating life is like a dream, how much is it for joy?" It's a floating dream, it's also in the late stage of the Returning to the One Realm, I can't even catch your sword, hehe, hehe, I have been cultivating the sword for a hundred years, but that's it. ”

I thought I had reached the highest place in the world, but I was just a glimpse of the threshold of the Heavenly Dao.

But that's it.

"Plop!"

Cui Jiqi knelt on one knee, but refused to fall to the ground, he struggled to himself: "I don't believe that all people, in their lives, have regrets, and dirty things that can only be known by themselves, why is your mirror image so clear in 'floating dreams'?" You and I are both in the late stage of the One Realm, why, I ......"

The young man's immature voice echoed in the darkness.

The originally subtle pillars of light gradually dissipated.

Cui Jijue's body suddenly stagnated, and slowly turned into light chips.

A "floating dream" to kill the ancestor of the Boling Cui clan.

The strong in the late stage of the Returning to the One Realm can only be hit with one blow.

Li Taibai shrugged his shoulders and didn't say anything to save his feelings, he put away his sword and went down the mountain.

Lang Yu is on the top, and the sun is revealed.

From beginning to end, the two disciples of the Boling Cui clan, Zhulu and Honghu, did not appear.

From the spring to the summer of the eighth year of Yongshou, in a few months, Li Taibai killed two powerhouses in the One Realm in a row, and no one guessed the reason at that time.

It wasn't until much later that people were shocked to realize that this was the last sword of the sword fairy in the world.

This is also the last glimpse of the floating sword immortal in the world.

All beings are scattered. (To be continued.) )