In the seventh year of Emperor Liang Ai, the Northern Barbarian army Chen Bingju Luguan attacked the four cities of Lubei, and the relationship between the Chinese and the Northern Barbarians in the Central Plains was unprecedentedly tense, and there was a great tendency to be incompatible.

Yunxi Town is located in the southwest of Shaoliang Province under the Longhu Mountain, because of the light of the Longhu Mountain, in spring and winter, there will be a lot of foreign visitors in the town.

The people of Yunxi Town have great respect for the Taoist priests on Longhu Mountain, and occasionally they are lucky enough to meet them, and they all call them "immortal masters". Occasionally, in the clouds and fog, they were fortunate enough to witness the grand scene of those immortals returning to the mountains in the sky.

The people of Yunxi Town always feel that they were born at the foot of the fairy mountain, they can see the immortals, and they are fortunate to have three lives, so the people here especially cherish the life of Yunxi Town, and the folk customs are simple and kind.

Xiao Nanqi, a young Liang country, came to Yunxi Town the next day, and the residents of the town had already let her taste most of the specialties of the southwest, and the degree of hospitality really touched her, a rich and noble person.

The townspeople were still quite literate, and although they were full of curiosity about this fairy-like girl, they didn't ask anything.

At this time, it was winter, the weather was cold, and the southwest was famous for its hot pot, and Xiao Nanqi was eating hot pot alone.

However, the food tumbling in the red soup could not attract Xiao Nanqi at all, and Xiao Nanqi's eyes were always on the beautiful peak in the clouds. According to the master, tonight is the time for the man to ascend!

For this night, Longhushan actually issued a ban on the southwest.

You must know that the wider the scope of the ban on Longhu Mountain, the more serious the situation.

At the beginning, Tang Xinglan, the ancestor of Longhu Mountain, also issued a ban on Suning City when he died, but now the scope of the ban is sixteen times that of the original, covering the entire sixteen cities in the southwest, and the severity of the situation is also visible.

Xiao Nanqi's master and that person are old friends, this kind of soaring scene, rare in thousands of years, so she was allowed to come to Yunxi Town to watch this grand scene, and witness the power and grandeur of the road to the sky.

With the passage of time, there are more and more outsiders coming to Yunxi Town, among which there are also extraordinary young people like Xiao Nanqi, who are graceful and luxurious, with a fairy temperament.

Suddenly, countless figures on Longhu Mountain broke through the clouds, and the people who raised the corners of Xiao Nanqi's mouth slightly raised the Longhu Mountain Gate finally dispatched.

Those cloud-breaking figures were scattered all over the sixteen cities in the southwest like stars, and a few parts were scattered in Yunxi Town.

Looking at this formation, Longhu Mountain really spent countless efforts on this matter. Xiao Nanqi thought about it as he picked up a beautiful and delicious lotus root slice and put it in his mouth.

The standing position of those people from the Longhu Mountain Gate who fell can be described as ingenious, almost guarding the major strategic positions of the entire Yunxi Town, and with their position, an ingenious formation was faintly formed.

But although the barbarians are attacking the four cities of Lubei, the city has not yet been broken, and if the barbarians do not enter the Central Plains, who would dare to move the Longhu Mountain Gate? Is it necessary to be so cautious? Xiao Nanqi was puzzled, but no one could solve her doubts, and the only thing she could do was to throw the tumbling delicacies in the red soup into her mouth one by one, eat them, and satisfy this tricky stomach.

At night, Yunxi Town was unprecedentedly lively, and the crowd almost filled the streets, however, those disciples of Longshan Sect were still standing in place, motionless like a piece of wood.

Occasionally, there were also low-level disciples patrolling, talking a lot, and their voices were very low, but with Xiao Nanqi's cultivation, he could still hear it clearly.

"Tonight, Uncle Shi is about to ascend. ”

"It would be great if I could live in the same era as my uncle and ancestor?"

"Yes, the real person who forgot to speak, the peerless powerhouse who shook the Northern Barbarians with a sword, my generation can only look up!"

"Don't be discouraged, come on and cultivate, at least you can, you can go to Doufeng and go north to kill the enemy. ”

...... Xiao Nanqi listened to this discussion, and sighed with some emotion, forgetting to talk about the real person, the legendary peerless powerhouse who hiked from Pingjingyuan to Xuanyou Mountain with a sword, was able to be born in the same era with him, study, practice, and find the avenue together, really, really happy!

Maybe the little disciple of the Dragon Tiger Mountain Gate is right, that kind of monster-like genius, my generation, can only look up!

At this moment, a hundred sword lights suddenly appeared in the dark night sky of Yunxi Town, heading towards the peaks of the Dragon and Tiger Mountain, and the sword light was brighter than the starlight, swallowing up some of the night ink.

As soon as the sword light fell, more than ten unique magic weapon fluorescences filled the sky, reflecting the sky in all colors, and finally a huge lotus seat came into the sky, higher than the sky.

This night, a little gorgeous.

"That sword aura soared into the sky, shocking the world, could it be that Chang Jian Immortal of the Hidden Sword Tower?"

"Palace Master of Zixia Palace!"

"Uncle Wuhuan of Tianxin Mountain is back!"

"Actually, Master Mingxiu is here too?"

The disciples were shocked beyond words, if it weren't for today's event, how could they have seen so many big people.

Xiao Nanqi didn't pay attention to these things, because at this time, there were more things worthy of her attention in this hot pot restaurant, I don't know when, there was such a delicate young man beside her, with her eyesight, she could see at a glance that the young man's costume was not the dress of the Central Plains Chinese, but the dress of the Northern Desert barbarian, but although it was the dress of the Northern Desert barbarian, the appearance of this young man was the appearance of a Chinese Jiangnan person, delicate and gentle.

Xiao Nanqi was a little puzzled, there were things about the northerners and the south, but they were rare, and they mostly happened in the north of the Central Plains. How could a barbarian have such a gentle and elegant Chinese appearance, unless the sun came out of the west.

At this time, the sun did not come out of the west, and this happened in front of Xiao Nanqi, so there is only one possibility, this is the adopted son of a Chinese barbarian.

Xiao Nanqi suddenly moved with murderous intent.

At this moment, a middle-aged disciple of Longhu Mountain who was dressed in a brocade robe and had a lofty aura walked in, this person's cultivation is not weak, he should belong to an ordinary inner disciple, and he is also in charge, otherwise ordinary disciples, where is he qualified to wear a brocade robe.

Although the middle-aged disciple's steps were very slow, he only came to the handsome young man in brute clothes in an instant, and then saluted: "Shizi!"

Originally, Xiao Nanqi was still admiring the middle-aged disciple's method of shrinking the ground into inches, but seeing the middle-aged disciple's behavior towards the barbarian boy, coupled with a respectful and polite "son", Xiao Nanqi suddenly felt a little nauseous and nauseated, and the hot pot food in front of him suddenly lost his appetite

Longhu Mountain, when did you have a leg with the barbarians?

"Tonight, I will send a thousand-year-old event, Wangshizi, send me three points of thin noodles!" the middle-aged disciple said.

"Don't worry, Qinghuan Daoist, I know it in my heart!" the young man smiled faintly.

Then, "Whew!" Several figures fell in front of the young man, with a solemn posture, all of them were disciples of Longhu Mountain.

These people are very good at cultivation, and Xiao Nanqi is impossible to deal with with them on his own.

At this time, the corners of the young man's mouth rose slightly: "Forgetting to say that the real person is soaring, it is really a grand scene!"

"That's nature!" Although the words were a little proud, Qing Huan's emotions made people feel a little complicated.

Xiao Nanqi did not move, wanting to see what Longhu Mountain, the gate of rivers and lakes for thousands of years, was going to do.

"Later, don't panic when you look at what kind of changes in heaven and earth!" The disciples of Longhu Mountain spoke in unison, and the sound resounded throughout the southwest, and those who heard it actually felt calming and steady.

"Protect the son!" Qinghuan Daoist threw down a sentence lightly, and then disappeared in a few steps.

It's a pity, there are so many masters in Longhu Mountain to protect you, otherwise I will let you die here today, and let your arrogant father feel distressed, brute dog!

Xiao Nanqi looked at the eyes of the young man in brute clothes, and a trace of killing intent flashed.

The Qinghuan Daoist did not leave the town, but stood on a tall tree in the town, looking at the mountain peak, and his emotions were more complicated than before.

Uncle Forgetful Whisper has a very high ancestor, and he is the younger brother of the great ancestor Tang Xinglan, even the head of the family must respectfully call him a little uncle.

It is said that this uncle ancestor's talent is extremely amazing, and he has created countless unimaginable records for the monks of the rivers and lakes. But after meditating in Xingyun Peak all the year round, it is rare to see outsiders, and few of those big disciples in Longhu Mountain have seen the true face of this senior uncle ancestor, let alone him.

Today, not only the heads of the major sects have arrived, but many peerless masters who have lived in seclusion have also come.

He didn't expect that even the legendary Zen disciple who had been blessed by the Buddha would come.

I heard that in the depths of the clouds and mist, there may still be hidden power of the Western Regions.

Sure enough, it was a grand event that had never been seen in thousands of years!

What if that sword qi didn't come from the Sword Immortal, but from the Sword Saint?

Qing Huan Dao's mood was a little dazed.

Those names were too far away from him.

Nebula Peak was farther away from him.

Regarding that uncle, he had only heard some rumors.

It is said that when the head of the family mentioned the elders who were cultivating in the clouds and mist of Xingyun Peak after succeeding to the throne, he only said three words about the little uncle and did not say anything more, which was too disrespectful.

He understood why, and the entire Dragon and Tiger Mountain understood why the precept lawyer of Tianxin Mountain, Bo Wuhuan Daoren, never had any respect when he mentioned this senior uncle ancestor, and only snorted coldly.

Shi Shuzu is the strongest person in the cultivation realm of Longhu Mountain and even the entire Oriental Chinese Clan.

But from the day he stepped into Longhu Mountain, he meditated in the clouds and mist of Xingyun Peak and in front of the star pool, and rarely did anything in front of people, let alone make a move.

He has not participated in the Central Plains Dao Conference on behalf of Longhu Mountain, has not studied with the powerhouses of the Imperial Dynasty in the Apocalypse City, has not competed with the hidden masters of other factions, and cannot see him on the battlefield with the Northern Desert Barbarian State, and even in the original Longhu Mountain and the strong men of the Tibetan Sword Tower, he cannot be seen.

It seems that the only time is that Tang Fenghe, the youngest granddaughter of Tang Xinglan's ancestor, was swept away by the demons of the Nine Hidden Pavilion, and the ancestor carried a cold sword, went all the way north, and rescued Tang Fenghe alone.

After that time, the masters of the Nine Shadows Pavilion suffered countless casualties, and the name of the little master and uncle shocked the Northern Barbarians.

But why, with such strong strength, why didn't he do something for Longhu Mountain? Don't do something for the descendants of Longhu Mountain? Don't do something for Shaoliang Kingdom? Don't do something for the Chinese people in the East? Don't do something for the common people in the world?

It seems that in the world, only Tang Fenghe's affairs are related to him.

On the long path of cultivation, he did almost nothing, just practiced.

Yes, only this kind of cultivator who has no external objects, no desires and no joys, and who has cut off the seven emotions and six desires can reach the end of the path of cultivation and go to an unimaginable realm.

It's just that what's the point of such a monastic career...... No matter how high the cultivation of the master uncle and ancestor is, it seems that it is meaningless.

No matter how shocking the world is, legends are legends after all, and they can't exist in the real world, so let's go.

Looking at the looming Nebula Peak in the clouds, the corners of Qing Huan Daoren's mouth showed a hint of an obscure smile.

Chapter 2

The whole world was looking at the Nebula Peak in the clouds, looking at the dark sky.

The clouds and mist between the peaks seemed to be stirred by an invisible hand, tumbling violently, flowing towards the four fields, gradually revealing the dark blue night sky and the stars.

The night sky, which was as black as ink, lit up a little.

A few blurred lights and shadows in the depths of the clouds were forced to appear and salute slightly towards Taiqing Peak, where the head of Longhu Mountain was located, seemingly calm, but quite embarrassed.

Farther away, two black shadows glowing with cold flames retreated backwards at high speed, looking very embarrassed.

Qing Huan Dao people could guess that one of them should be the high priest of the Nine Shadows Pavilion, and who was the other person?

The Xuantian Great Array did not attack, and laughter sounded from Taiqing Peak, resounding throughout the southwest, accompanied by the supreme sword intent of Ji Senluo.

The entire Chinese clan and even the whole world know that the Taoist priests of Longhu Mountain not only learn formations, cultivate Taoism, but also practice swords!

That sword intent swept towards the peaks like a wave with laughter, spreading continuously.

A strange blue sword light rose from between the cliffs, as if forced to respond, and floated away.

It wasn't until that sword light withdrew from the Sixteen Cities in the Southwest and came to Guangping Lake, which was as wide as the sea, that the sword intent from Taiqing Peak gradually subsided.

"The master has a sword!" Qing Huan Dao was a little shocked.

There are only a few people in the whole world who are qualified to let the head of Longhu Mountain use the Taixuan Sword.

The faint blue cold light on Guangping Lake is the sword of the Immortal Monarch?

......

No matter what happens, even if these world-famous big names set off one after another, it will have no effect on Nebula Peak.

The lonely peak was so quiet, it seemed to have no breath.

Suddenly, the sky and the earth changed color, and more than ten lightning bolts tore through the night sky, rendering the night sky as black as ink pale, and dozens of dazzling heavenly thunders slammed towards Lone Peak.

Those thunderbolts that contained the power of heaven and earth failed to reach the peak, and they were instantly cut into pieces and turned into green smoke.

Because a sword light was born in the lonely peak.

No one knows who is stronger this sword or the previous Taixuan sword.

Don't talk about Qinghuan, even those big people outside the southwest can't see it.

The sword light on the lonely peak didn't seem to have any power, even if it was light, it was also a pale color.

It seemed to be an ordinary sword, very simple, very casual to slash into the sky.

However, the devastating and domineering thunder was destroyed by it.

The sword light continued upwards.

There was a soft hiss.

There was an extra thin crack in the inky black sky.

Countless red-golden light slurry flowed down from that rift, scattered with the wind, and turned into countless points of light, illuminating the entire land of Shaoliang Kingdom, and the afterglow spread towards the Northern Barbarians, **, Western Regions, and Jiangdong.

A sword to break the sky?