November, night, heavy snowfall.

The north wind swept the white grass and folded, and the snow flew in August.

At this time, heaven and earth are like a furnace, casting everything in the world into silver.

As far as the eye can see, hundreds of miles of white expanse are full of dead silence.

The sky is silent, the earth is silent, there is no trace of people, and everything is silent.

Tonight, the north wind was cold, like a steel knife, whistling across Qianhua Mountain, blowing the notice in front of the Lingxiao faction.

I don't know how long this notice has been posted, but the paper has long been yellowed and torn.

This proclamation is not for discipleship, not for prestige, but for murder!

The people in the notice, some of them are the Yin Shuai of the Nine Ghost Realm, the head of the Evil Dao Sect, some are killers full of evil, and there are robbers who do all kinds of evil.

There was only one reason why the Ling Xiao faction wanted to kill them - to avenge Yun Songqing.

The bounty for each person was as high as 500 taels!

The Lingxiao faction is the head of today's martial arts righteousness, and the head of Long Xingyun is a famous hero all over the world.

Don't say that the people in the rivers and lakes, even the ordinary people regard him as a god.

Long Xingyun was in retreat ten years ago, during which he had never even seen his daughter Long Lingxue and his own disciples. No one knows what he's doing, let alone what level his martial arts have reached.

But everyone knows that the day he leaves the customs is the time when the rivers and lakes will rise again.

And today, it's time for him to get out!

The north wind blew more and more fiercely, and the blizzard became heavier and heavier.

The disciples of the Lingxiao Sect were all dressed in white robes and had an extraordinary bearing.

The first six people are even more different, all of them are handsome and dusty, like immortals descending into the world.

At this time, they all stood respectfully in front of a large stone door.

Everyone is waiting for Long Xingyun, the head of the Lingxiao faction, to come out......

The moonlight shone like water, shining on the face of a woman in the center.

She is dressed in a white dress, and she is beautiful and vulgar, which is particularly eye-catching. In addition to his long black waterfall-like hair, his whole body is white and snowy, and his expression is as cold and indifferent as ice and snow, and his body seems to be forever shrouded in a layer of light smoke and mist, which makes people dare not force his eyes. The whole person is like a snow lotus born on a thousand-year-old iceberg, and it is also like the first rain in March in the south of the Yangtze River.

Her coldness is unparalleled in the world, and even the most ingenious craftsman in the world is difficult to carve out what happens.

"Boom", there was a loud sound of the stone door opening between the silent heaven and earth.

Then came a clear roar like a dragon's groan.

The internal force in Qingxiao is pure and strong, and it really has the power of cracking clouds and piercing stones, overturning all beings.

The huge Qianhua Mountain stirred for a long time in this clear roar.

At this moment, the eyes of everyone in the Ling Xiao Sect showed a glow.

They know that the head of the Lingxiao faction, recognized as the number one in the world, is finally out of the customs!

When the girl in the white dress saw Long Xingyun, she couldn't help but shout excitedly.

"Father, you're out of the customs!"

Long Xingyun heard his daughter's shout and slowly opened his eyes.

There was a fine light in his eyes, a fine light that looked at the world.

He didn't speak, but looked into the distance and was silent......

It snowed heavily for several days, and it was covered in snow for thousands of miles.

No one would choose to go out in this weather, but a group of people appeared at the foot of Qianhua Mountain.

The first person was a teenager in his early twenties.

But seeing his sword eyebrows and sideburns, his phoenix eyes were mighty, his angular face was as handsome as a knife, his white clothes were extremely luxurious, and the concave and convex cloud sword behind his back was even more extraordinary. The air is lofty, and the ambition of the clouds is spitting. Elegant and peerless, abandon the general of thousands of miles of red dust. If there is one word to describe him, it is the Nine Heavens Sword Immortal Linfan.

He was followed by a few subordinates, all of whom were dusty and dusty.

Each person was pushing a dilapidated wooden cart with many reed mats on it.

When the north wind howled, most of the reed mats were swept up by the wind, revealing the contents inside. These things have been frozen by the cold, and they have long been purple-black, cold, and stiff.

It's a corpse that's been dead for a long time!

The white horse under the crotch of the young man finally couldn't bear the long journey, and he fell to the ground with a scream.

But immediately the young man didn't care, his figure flashed, and the person was already six or seven feet away. Immediately with a wave of his hand, the people behind him moved faster and faster, heading straight for Qianhua Mountain.

After a short time, everyone arrived at the foot of Qianhua Mountain.

The young man in white looked up at the mountain, only to feel that it was surprisingly majestic and endless.

He looked at the couplet in front of the mountain gate again and read it softly.

"Three thousand roads in the South China Sea, the first mountain in eastern Liaoning."

A smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, a smile of admiration.

"Long Xingyun, the leader of the righteous path, is here, Qianhua Mountain is called the first mountain in the world, and it is not a boast!"

The north wind is still arrogant, so arrogant that it treats all beings in heaven and earth as nothing.

The yellowed announcement was whistling in the wind, like a roaring beast.

The young man in white was looking at this announcement at this time, and the gaze in his eyes was extremely complicated.

Anyone could see that in addition to sadness and resentment, there was also relief and joy in his eyes.

The young man said to himself, "Father, your enemy child has avenged you, rest in peace!" ”

He reached out and tore down the notice, the one that no one cared about.

When all the disciples at the door saw this, their brows were all furrowed.

They drew their swords and stepped forward one after another, surrounding the young man in white.

"Who?"

"Murderer!"

"Who did you kill?"

"Damn it!"

"Damn it?"

"Evil demons are outside, and there is no forgiveness for killing!"

The young man in white stood proudly, exuding an aura of arrogance around him.

All the disciples couldn't help but feel a chill all over their bodies, and they hurriedly went to report to the head of the sect, Long Xingyun.

The wind suddenly became more urgent. The snow, all of a sudden, was heavier. The stars and the moon seem to have lost their brilliance.

The young man in white felt a breath, domineering and fierce, but also agile and elegant.

As the breath got closer and closer, all the disciples almost wanted to suffocate, and even the young man in white couldn't help frowning, and pressed his hand on the sword behind his back.

I saw an old man slowly walking out of the mountain gate surrounded by all the disciples.

This old man was dressed in a white robe, with a white beard floating on his chest, and he was not angry and arrogant, and he was quite invincible in the world. Behind him was a luxurious golden sword, and the brilliance of heaven and earth seemed to be condensed on this sword.

"You're the dragon senior?"

"Exactly. You are? ”

"In the ninth day of Xiafeng."

"What's the matter here?"

"I have killed all the wicked people in the notice, and I have come to receive a reward."

"How is that possible? You alone can kill the top ten masters? ”

"Why not? The body is here! ”

Long Xingyun looked at the several carts behind Feng Jiutian, and the corners of his eyes couldn't help twitching.

"If you don't believe me, check it!"

"No need, the old man believes you!"

Long Xingyun glanced at the disciples beside him.

"Quickly take five thousand taels of flying money and hand it over to this young man!"

"Wait! I don't want to fly money! ”

Long Xingyun frowned, a little stunned.

The disciples present even broke their heads and couldn't figure out what Feng Jiutian meant, and everyone was at a loss......

After a long time, Long Xingyun came back to his senses.

"You're here to receive the reward?"

"That's right."

"You don't want to fly money?"

"That's right."

"Do you want the old man to give you 5,000 taels of silver?"

"What the seniors said was wrong, very wrong."

"Is it too much for five thousand taels? If you want the old man to give you a mountain of gold, you can't do it! ”

"I don't want a mountain of gold, just a book."

"A book?"

"That's right, a book!"

"What book?"

"Thirteen Swords of Zhutian!"

When the disciples present heard this, they became more and more shocked, and they all glared at Feng Jiutian angrily.

The third disciple, Huang Haotian, took a few steps forward and pointed at Feng Jiutian with his sword.

"Where's the kid? Dare to ask me to be the head of the Lingxiao faction! ”

Feng Jiutian sneered, "Have you heard of the Jade Void Peak of Kunlun Mountain?" ”

"What Kunlun Mountain Jade Void Peak? When did there be more places like this in the rivers and lakes? ”

"If you don't know, it can only mean that you are lonely and unheard!"

"Hmph, you unpopular boy, I'll let you know how powerful the Ling Xiao faction is!"

In a flash of cold light, the sword is unsheathed!

This is a good sword, a peerless good sword.

"Boy, you make a move first!"

"Why?"

"Because if I strike the sword first, you will have no chance at all!"

"You're a good man, and you deserve one thing from me telling you."

"What?"

"If I strike the sword first, you won't have a chance either."

"What a big breath!"

"I'm not only a big person, but also a big capability!"

"Haha, then I'll be taught today!"

"Accompany you to the end!"

The two smiled at each other, and this kind of laughter will only exist between friends.

But the swords in the hands of the two were buzzing, like two dragons about to go to sea.

Feng Jiutian stroked the sword body, and then slowly drew the sword, shining Kyushu.

At this moment, the wind seemed to stop, and the snow seemed to stop.

There are only two extremely strong fighting intentions between heaven and earth that are stirring each other.

This kind of momentum of fighting to the death is clearly against the enemy.

Both of them are rare masters, and they can only stop if they decide the winner!

The two swords are rare divine soldiers, they don't drink blood, and they swear not to return their sheaths!

Wind!

In addition to the howling north wind, there is also a fierce sword wind!

Huang Haotian still made the first move.

He knew that he had just been wrong, very wrong. In front of him is by no means a simple teenager, but a terrible opponent, even more terrifying than all previous opponents. If the other party really makes a move, he may really never have a chance again.

With a flash of white light, Huang Haotian's sword stabbed at Feng Jiutian's throat.

A powerful sword qi attacked, and no one could see how he made it.

His sword is faster than lightning and fiercer than a viper.

Can anyone in this world be faster than his sword?

Can anyone be deadlier than his sword?

Of course! Feng Jiutian is one!

Just when the sword was still three inches away from Feng Jiutian's throat, his body was slightly on one side.

No one knew when he made his move, but suddenly a cold light appeared.

This cold mang, the first to strike, first arrived at Huang Haotian's neck.

Feng Jiutian squinted at Huang Haotian and said coldly: "You are defeated!" ”

Huang Haotian shook his head and smiled, "Not necessarily." ”

Feng Jiutian was a little puzzled, "Not necessarily?" ”

Huang Haotian nodded, "Not necessarily!" ”

Before he could finish speaking, his toes touched the snow lightly, and he slid backwards six or seven feet. Immediately, he jumped high, and with a clear roar, the sword stabbed at Feng Jiutian's vital point again.

Feng Jiutian saw that this move was very sharp, and he couldn't help frowning slightly.

He hurriedly mobilized his internal strength, swept with a sword, and rolled up the snow all over the ground, like a galloping horse.

Huang Haotian was shocked in his heart, and the sword in his hand became more and more powerful.

The sword collided with the "white horse", and the two internal forces stirred.

The ghosts and gods are moved, and the heavens and the earth are excited!

In an instant, Huang Haotian's tiger mouth was shattered by the "white horse", and the blood fell on the white snow in large drops, which was extremely bright!

The "white horse" also collapsed at this moment and returned to calm......

"When! While! While! ”

There was a sound of gold and iron resonating.

In an instant, the two of them each struck ten swords.

Their swordsmanship is very good, and their talents are extremely high.

It is difficult to distinguish between victory and defeat within dozens of moves.

After more than fifty moves, Feng Jiutian gradually gained the upper hand.

Huang Haotian had to admit that Feng Jiutian was a rare master, just like he just said, he was a person with a very big tone and great ability.

It is not so much that Feng Jiutian is a human, it is better to say that he is an immortal.

Only an immortal can use such a fast sword and such a sharp move!

After five moves, Feng Jiutian's sword once again slammed heavily on Huang Haotian's sword.

There is no mercy, no hesitation, and no scruples.

Feng Jiutian has used his greatest internal strength, and there is only one purpose - to win!

He is undoubtedly crazy, but realistic, and always seems to be able to predict victory or defeat.

This time, as before, if he has sought victory, he will surely win.

Huang Haotian couldn't control the long sword in his hand anymore, and the sword body sank straight into the snow.

The sword inserted into the snow made the sword tremble and make a "buzzing" sound.

It seemed to be unwilling to be defeated, and it seemed to be appreciating Feng Jiutian's cleverness.

Huang Haotian sighed heavily, a little frustrated, "I'm defeated!" After all, I was defeated! ”

Feng Jiutian smiled, "Although you were defeated, I have to admit that you are really strong." ”

As he spoke, he bent down and pulled out the sword that had fallen into the snow and handed it to Huang Haotian.

Huang Haotian hesitated a little, "You? ”

Feng Jiutian said softly: "I have always been willing to make a friend with strong martial arts like you, what about you?" ”

Huang Haotian smiled and laughed.

"I'd love to make friends like you!"

The two laughed at each other, their hands clasped together.

At this time, they have the same temper and heart, and no amount of language is meaningful......

After a while, Long Xingyun finally spoke.

"Your martial arts skills are good, and there are few people among the juniors."

"My martial arts are already good, why not among the juniors?"

"You look confident."

"I'm a confident person."

"Then do you dare to take the old man's three swords?"

"I have to have a reason to do it with someone, even if it's an excuse."

"Reason? Is the reason for "Thirteen Swords of Zhutian" enough? ”

"That's enough."

"Then you can take the sword?"

"Absolutely!"

With a dragon groan, the sword qi rushed into the sky, and the condensed light sword was unsheathed.

The wind stopped, the snow stopped, and the breathing stopped.

All the splendor of heaven and earth is condensed on this sword.

Long Xingyun drew his sword not the fastest, but it was the most terrifying.

Because once he kills, the whole person becomes an indestructible sword.

Man is the sword, the sword is the man, the man and the sword are one, invincible.

The condensation in Long Xingyun's hand flashed, driving the sound of whirring wind.

The snow is cold, the wind is cold, and his sword is even colder.

The sword is cold, but the blood is hot.

Often as soon as the cold sword comes out, the hot blood will flow out.

Long Xingyun's opponent was Feng Jiutian, a young master who even praised himself.

Feng Jiutian also took out his sword, his sword was not cold, and it was very light, as light as the wind outside the white clouds, it was so elegant and agile, but it could also be fatal.

Both of them are rare masters in the world, and everyone can't see their tricks clearly.

They are all people who have a sword in their hearts, and when they see the sword in their hearts clearly, the sword in their hands will naturally be clear.

"Dang!"

The two swords struck each other, and countless sparks burst out, and the sparks lit up the long night and reflected the hearts of everyone.

"I took the first sword!" Feng Jiutian said proudly.

Long Xingyun nodded, a smile on the corner of his mouth.

"There are not many people in this world who can catch my sword."

"Not much, and I'm one of them."

"Then do you dare to take the old man's second sword?"

"If you can catch the first sword, you can catch the second sword."

"Are you sure?"

"Sure!"

The Light Sword only slashed upward, and the second move was out.

No matter how ordinary the move is, it is extremely terrifying in the hands of Long Xingyun.

The wind and snow in the sky were rolled up by the sword qi, like several snow dragons soaring into the sky, wanting to be higher than the heavenly prince.

Feng Jiutian saw that Long Xingyun's sword spirit was extremely powerful, and he had reached the realm of being alone in the world, and his heart was also shocked, but he has always been arrogant, he will do a lot of things, but it will not be the easiest - admit defeat!

With Long Xingyun shouting, the tip of the sword stabbed straight down into Feng Jiutian's throat. Several snow dragons suddenly rushed downwards in the midst of loud shouts, like galloping horses, faster than lightning.

They only had one goal at this time, and that was Feng Jiutian!

Feng Jiutian also took out his sword.

But seeing that his sword light was like a rainbow, slashing out horizontally, the momentum was strong and there were only a handful in the world.

Several snow dragons collided with the Liuyun Sword, making a loud "boom" sound.

The sound shook the sword in their hands, shook Qianhua Mountain, and shook the hearts of hundreds of people.

Feng Jiutian only felt that each snow dragon had a thousand strengths, and several of them came out together, and the internal force was as vast as a river. He used all his internal strength to fight against it, and he could barely last for a moment.

Suddenly, Feng Jiutian couldn't support it, and his body flew straight out of five or six zhang, spitting out a mouthful of blood.

His body fell, but man did not fall, and he will never fall!

Feng Jiutian knelt on the ground on one leg, the Flowing Cloud Sword in his hand was on the ground, and his mouth was panting.

"I also took the second sword!"

Long Xingyun was very surprised, a little stunned, there are only a handful of people in the world who can catch his two swords.

Since Fenghuai Mountain returned to seclusion, Yun Songqing passed away, and such masters are even rarer.

But the young man in front of him did it.

He knew that as long as this young man took time, his swordsmanship would be above him.

Long.

Long Xingyun said slowly: "Do you still want to take this third sword?" ”

Feng Jiutian nodded, "Of course I have to take it." ”

Long Xingyun said: "Do you have to take it?" ”

Feng Jiutian said proudly: "You have to take it!" ”

Long Xingyun said: "You're not afraid of death? ”

Feng Jiutian smiled, "In order to get the "Thirteen Swords of Zhutian", why be afraid of death?" ”

The corners of Long Xingyun's mouth raised slightly, "Okay!" ”

The Light Sword moved as he spoke.

The speed is very slow, and there seems to be no trace of murderous energy.

Most of the disciples were puzzled, but cold sweat oozed from the foreheads of Huang Haotian, Long Lingxue and others.

They could all see that this sword didn't seem to have a trace of killing intent, but killing intent was everywhere.

This sword has no brilliance, no strong wind.

It's just because this sword has already condensed the eight desolate winds and covered up the glory of heaven and earth!

Time stands still, space stands still.

Everything is still......

The north wind is like a knife, and the moon is as cool as water.

Feng Jiutian's hand couldn't help but tremble a little under the power of this sword.

He knew that the tricks of peerless masters were more about tricks, strength and speed. Every movement, every look, every inch of skin beating, is the key. And his hands are trembling, he has already committed a martial arts taboo, and this move will definitely fail!

He has been proud all his life, and he can only be killed, but not defeated.

His man and his heart are like a sword unsheathed.

Ten years of sharpening the sword, as long as the blade of the sword is not broken, there are still opponents in the world, and it will never be sheathed!

Long Xingyun's Condensing Light Sword swept, and Feng Jiutian's Liuyun Sword was launched.

Their swords did not change, and the people moved very slowly.

But no amount of change is as good as these two unchanging swords.

It's just because this unchanging sword has already encompassed all the changes in the world.

"Dang!"

The two swords collided again, and the flames exploded.

Long Xingyun and Feng Jiutian both exerted their internal strength to the peak.

There are only a handful of such sharp swords, such sharp people, and such sharp hearts!

The aura of the two collided, and the sword aura was rampant.

The snow pierced through them, and the north wind was torn by them.

These two sword lights are colder than snow and stronger than the wind, and the slaughter between heaven and earth penetrates through the bone marrow.

"This swordsmanship ......"

"What's wrong with this swordsmanship?"

"This is the Thirteen Swords of Zhutian?"

"Of course, this is the Thirteen Swords of the Heavenly Sword."

"This ...... It's not ......"

Feng Jiutian couldn't hold on any longer, a mouthful of blood spurted out of his mouth, and the person fainted.

Long Xingyun actually vomited a mouthful of blood at this time, and his body shook violently.

"Master!"

The disciples hurriedly stepped forward to support Long Xingyun.

Long Lingxue anxiously shouted, "Father, what's wrong with you?" ”

Long Xingyun shook his head, "It's okay for my father." You take Feng Shaoxia back to the door to rest. ”

Huang Haotian asked, "Master, have you agreed to pass on the Thirteen Swords to Him?" ”

Long Xingyun nodded slowly, "I won't break my word as a teacher, it's just that it's still too early to ......."

Everyone helped Long Xingyun and took Feng Jiutian back to the Lingxiao faction.

The people were scattered, but the north wind was still blowing, the snow was still falling, and the vast night was silent again, and there was a white expanse all around......