There are a lot of thorns on this mountain.

Or rather, strange rocks.

It was very high, and the high one had sunk into the sea of clouds in the sky.

But this messenger is precisely afraid of heights.

But he still didn't give up.

He climbed the mountain with both hands and feet, with extremely clumsy postures and movements.

The moisture from the clouds covered the rocks, which became extremely slippery.

Every time he took three steps up, he had to slide down two steps, and finally he only took one step up.

Such a high mountain, every time he wastes his strength, he can only climb one step, so when will he climb?

Nobody knows.

He didn't know either.

But he's just going to climb up.

In his bosom was a letter, a letter he would defend to the death.

Because he knew that the front line was tight, he had to deliver the letter anyway, to the hands of the legendary old swordsman.

Clouds slowly obscured the view.

They make the already clumped thorny grasses on this mountain even more lush.

The whole world seems to be left with the color of grass, fog and rocks.

He didn't know how long he had climbed.

His clothes had turned into strips of ragged cloth.

He just felt a little thirsty, so he opened his mouth and took a few sips of dew on a nearby leaf.

He felt a little hungry, but his limbs had to be pressed against the cliff, so he told himself to stand up and eat some dry food when he got to a high place.

High places are often chilly.

But his sweat mixed with the blood that flowed from his body, and then flowed down the rocks.

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Gu Changsheng stood at the top of the clouds.

He didn't go to the cave again.

He didn't know what his teacher was thinking.

But since it was the teacher's order, he didn't dare to disobey.

He believed that this man would not be able to get up no matter what.

So he sat down cross-legged and began to ponder the situation in the world.

What are your teachers waiting for?

If the Demon Sect wins, what good will it do for him?

Will they ask the other two sects for help?

If so, who will they send?

Is it Loning?

Is it Ye Qing?

In his arms, there was a map of one-third of Xuantian Divine Iron.

The map seemed to be a little hot at this point.

He stopped thinking about it and reached out and pulled the knife behind him.

He stuck his knife in the open space in front of him, and the cold blade finally cleared his mind a little.

Gu Changsheng let out a slow breath, and he told himself in his heart that as long as it was the teacher's decision, it would be right.

......

I don't know how long it has been.

Another disciple ran over in a panic.

"What's wrong again?"

The disciple panicked and said, "It's him, he climbed up." ”

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When Gu Changsheng saw this messenger, he couldn't believe that it was a person.

Some of the wounds that had been cut by the thorns ruptured again, and new blood flowed out and covered his body.

The messy torn strips of clothes looked like belts of cloth, and his body looked extremely embarrassed.

But none of these are the main ones.

His eyes are bright.

At least the moment he saw Gu Changsheng, it was bright.

He said in a hoarse voice, "I want to see the old swordsman." ”

Even though the messenger was tired, he still did not lose the etiquette that he should have.

Because in his eyes, these people are gods who can compete with those practitioners.

Since they are gods, give them the respect they deserve.

Gu Changsheng's face was reflected on the knife.

He was silent for a long time, and then finally said, "I'll take you there." ”

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Very lucky.

So the messenger became the first mortal to come to the cave to see the old swordsman.

The air at the entrance of the cave once again surged with sword intent.

There was still some apprehension and nervousness in his heart.

Because he felt that there was something wrong with his clothes to meet the old swordsman?

Is it a little disrespectful to the seniors?

He tried extremely hard to make himself more decent.

But fortunately, the letter in his arms was intact.

He slowly tore open the sheet of oiled paper that contained the letter.

Gently handed it over.

He walked to a foot in front of the entrance of the cave, and then he felt the chilling sword intent that made it impossible for him to move forward.

The messenger said softly, "The Demon Sect and Zhou Xing's army are mixed together, and I am afraid that it will cause trouble in the world......

The blade-like voice inside suddenly said, "I have eyes of my own. ”

The voice was cold.

It hurt him to shave.

The Messenger thought to himself, maybe this might be the demeanor of a strong man?

His hand holding the envelope trembled even more, and then his head lowered even deeper.

The voice said to his eyes.

So the messenger humbly said, "Here is a letter from our emperor last week, please take a look." ”

Whoa!

He was stunned.

For the people in the cave did not say a word.

The blades in front of him suddenly danced.

His hand shook, and the letter was split into countless pieces in the air.

The letter fell with fragments of ink.

In the air, it looks like the flying snow of the Central Plains.

The things he swore to defend were gone.

What is it?

This is humiliation.

Or rather, the man in the cave showed his attitude.

The Messenger seemed to understand something at this moment.

Many people are afraid of death.

But he didn't expect that this legendary power would be among them.

It turns out that those lofty are just appearances.

They are an army of mortals, and they have to fight against these cultivators.

And this powerful man with a lot of skills hiding in this hole actually chose to back down.

The Messenger lifted his head suddenly, only this time there was no more awe or humility in his eyes.

He said calmly, "But ......"

The voice at the mouth of the cave interrupted him, "No, but. ”

The messenger was tempted to curse.

But after all, he was a messenger, so he still suppressed the anger in his heart and continued to look at him patiently and said, "The Central Plains is in danger......

The knife intent is suddenly confused.

The sea of clouds that provoked was all in chaos.

The voice interrupted again and asked, "What does this have to do with me?"

The messenger laughed suddenly.

Because he felt that he was very unworthy.

It was not worth it to waste a day climbing up just to receive this humiliation.

The voice asked, "Why are you laughing?"

The messenger replied, "I want to laugh." ”

The voice didn't ripple, but those knife intent were already a little messy.

The voice said very seriously, "Changsheng, you can send him some coils and send him back, or you can heal his injuries before sending them." ”

The Courier said calmly, "No. ”

He turned his head suddenly, and there was no longer any nostalgia in his eyes for the voice in the cave.

He said quietly, "I have my own feet. ”

The voice laughed, "This is the reason why you Zhou people can't defeat the Demon Sect in your life, because you are all willing to be strong, you can't distinguish the situation, and you can't understand the severity." ”

The messenger turned back suddenly.

He looked at the entrance of the cave and suddenly bowed deeply, and he said without changing his face.

"The first point is that the war has not yet started, and it is important to say whether it will be fought or not. ”

"The second point is that we are always willing to be strong, because for the sake of what we are willing to give, sometimes we are forced to choose when we have a clear understanding of the situation and see the importance clearly. ”

The voice suddenly asked with some mockery, "Have you beaten the Demon Lord?"

The messenger stared at the opening, his tone already cold.

He is no longer neither humble nor arrogant.

Because he felt that his boldness was at least above this man.

He asked calmly, "Does the Demon Lord have more hands, more eyes, or more mouths than you?"

He was out of courtesy.

This is disrespect.

Great disrespect for a strong man.

His words were equally unpleasant.

But the truth is being told.

But it is precisely because sometimes the truth is not good, that there are lies.

There was silence in the air.

The damp mist was a little breathless.

......

Once again, the sea breeze swept in.

The sword intent on the cloud mountain suddenly broke through this sea breeze in an instant.

The wind is urgent.

Knife intent is vertical and horizontal.

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