The snow hangs in the sky.

The entire Kunlun ruins were shaken.

The old Taoist priest Taishang looked at the jade dragon of the snow mountain, and only retracted his gaze for a long time, and said: "Hitting Kunlun with the Jade Hushan, I didn't expect him to have such a big spirit, this hand, compared to Murong Qingxue five years ago, a sword of three thousand miles, how about it?" ”

At this time, the green-shirted scribe suddenly cherished the words like gold, frowned his eyebrows, and still said:

"It's not as good as that."

The voice paused, and then replied:

"Not far."

Taishang said: "It's not as good, it's not far, sure enough, you think so too, although I didn't see it with my own eyes back then, but Qing Feng solved the sword qi of that one, which is rare in ancient and modern times, and the hundreds of famous swords on Wanjian Peak are actually inferior to the wooden sword in her hand." ”

Qing Yi was disdainful and said: "Except for the three foolish swords, it is all broken copper and iron." ”

The two old men at the foot of the mountain were talking, and the people around them seemed to be just small talk.

The two whites in the sky laughed.

The entire Kunlun ruins were trampled under his feet, the handsome young man in front of him who was clearly already a jiazi, but still looked like he had clear eyebrows, his eyebrows were snow-white, and the Kunlun Mountain under his feet was covered in white from top to bottom, and there was still no movement, raising his hand and turning his wrist, and the jade dragon hung on the sky.

A huge amount of wind and snow rubbed the air, and the thunder shook the heavens and the earth.

The Kunlun ruins shook several times.

The green-shirted scribe, the Taoist robe and the white hair, all stopped talking, raised their eyes to look at the sky, although the white-clothed young man in the sky still looked rampant and uninhibited, but he could see the solemn color in his eyebrows and eyes, the white clothes behind him, the wind and snow in the sky, forming a Daomen Sancai array.

An old man appeared on the Kunlun Ruins.

Although he was wearing brown linen, he was extremely tall, and there was impatience in his eyes, and he raised his eyes to look.

At the foot of Kunlun Xushan Mountain.

On the snow, there sat an old man with a broken leg and a broken arm, his beard was messy, and next to him was a young man, who was rustic and carried a sword behind his back, and this sword was the only one that made him look less rustic.

The sword name is three fools.

A hundred years ago, the sword master was paired with a sword.

Xie Shan shook the snow on his body, it was colder here than the Tianshan Mountains, but he was no longer Xie Zhenbai who shook into a quail on the top of the mountain, and the internal force in his body had converged from the streams into big rivers, and hundreds of rivers returned to the sea, and the climate became his own.

Climate change outside the world has no effect on him.

It's just that he is still willing to wrap himself tightly with a layer of quilt and cotton jacket, like a bun, he is afraid of poverty, he is afraid of cold, and now he doesn't need it, and he also feels that it is always good to wrap an extra layer.

Xie Shan looked at the jade dragon hovering and roaring in the sky, and understood why the sword leader in front of him was no longer the sword leader who amazed the entire rivers and lakes back then, and would come here with him thousands of miles away.

He took a deep breath and looked solemn.

The divine soldiers behind him trembled.

This is probably the biggest shot in the entire world in a hundred years.

Even so, his eyes still couldn't stop looking at the side, they were sitting in the snow on one side, dozens of meters apart, under a piece of bluestone engraved with the four big characters of Kunlun to this, there were two people, one was a thin old man, and the other was a teenager of the same age as him.

The young man seemed to sense Xie Shan's gaze and looked towards him.

Those eyes were sharp and indifferent, stabbing Xie Shan subconsciously, and then the heir of the sword saint with the sword saw the left and right sides of the young man's face, all of which were scars, and it had been a few years, but it still looked terrifying, and with the young man's cold and indifferent eyes, he had a compelling bearing.

Xie Shan was stunned, but still returned a kind smile.

Only then did he retract his gaze.

The calf underneath the robe is a little soft.

The Tianshan Sword Kui, who raised his eyes like a mountain stone statue, spoke hoarsely and said, "People who have been concocted by killers can support it, and their hearts are tough......"

"That old thing is called Su Gu."

"Su Gu?"

Xie Shan subconsciously repeated.

Jian Kui said indifferently:

"There are many martial arts practitioners in the world, there are many scholars, martial artists kill people with swords, and scholars kill people with pens, but in the world of the Seven Kingdoms, hundreds of schools of thought contend, rivers and lakes are fighting, and there are almost no people who deserve to die more than him."

"The world was so chaotic back then, and he made a lot of efforts."

"He doesn't use a sword, but because the person he died can't be compared to any swordsman, ten rooms and nine emptiness, it's Su Gu."

Xie Shan couldn't help but shudder.

As soon as he looked up, he saw Su Gu smiling at him, his smile was gentle and light, and he had the temperament of reading books and reading the truth, the sword leader didn't move, and the sword qi cut an extremely deep sword mark between the four of them, and said:

"Concentrate on it."

Xie Shan nodded, holding his breath and concentrating, raising his eyes to look at Kunlun.

Su Gu retracted his gaze and said gently, "Ah Ping, take a good look." ”

Ah Ping said: "Yes." ”

The voice paused and asked:

"Who's that guy?"

Su Gu raised his eyes to look at the two people who appeared on Kunlun Mountain, and said:

"A martial artist who is known as the first grandmaster in the rivers and lakes, his strength is also strong, strong enough, and his heart is stubborn and awkward, but he has a pure word, a strong word, and a martial artist with the means of a grandmaster in the world, few of them are his opponents."

"The internal strength is particularly exquisite, and the understanding is amazing."

"This hand control snow is a dragon's means, and he is the only one in the world."

"The owner of the first village in the world can go against the tide of the sea, and beat the tide back to the East China Sea with all his palm, but he may not be able to break this jade dragon, this snow is the white snow that has not melted for thousands of years on the Jade Pot Mountain in the three major spiritual veins, and the qi is complicated and chaotic, and he can master the qi of heaven and earth with his own qi, if he is willing to learn the Daomen and the sword method, he can do it in one day."

Ah Ping nodded silently, looking away, and he could see the old man in sackcloth in his eyes.

He once added a fire in the Rebellion of the Seven Kingdoms, and also fell into the game, borrowing the White Tiger Hall, the Sword Casting Valley, the Tianshan Outcast, and the strategists who killed Wang Anfeng several times noticed Ah Ping's sight, raised his eyes to look at the old man, and said:

"The other one...... Are you curious? ”

"Yes."

"He'......"

His hands were covered with blood, and the strategist who was innocent of death said softly:

"He is the heaven of this river and lake."

On the Kunlun Ruins, the white-clothed man from the north saw the old man appear, and his qi rose again and again, rising to the sky, his eyebrows were flying, and he said loudly:

"Kunlun Lao'er, you finally came out!"

"The enmity of the year, do you remember, today, I came to look for you!"

The old man on the Kunlun ruins was puzzled, then frowned, and said:

"Who are you?"

Bai Yi's expression was stunned, anger rose in his heart, and he said coldly:

"You don't know me?"

The old man in sackcloth thought about it, and finally became completely impatient, and said:

"I have killed a lot of martial artists in my life, and I don't know how many are humiliated under my hands, which one are you?"

Bai Yi was slightly stunned, and then laughed, laughed arrogantly, opened his arms, and said loudly:

"Who am I? Who am I?! ”

"Today I will let you remember, my name is Dugu Maha, remember!"

"Come up and fight me!"

The old man of Kunlun Ruins was full of impatience, raised his eyes to look at the vast celestial phenomena around him, looked at the thousands of years of wind and frost on the Jade Pot Mountain, circled and roared, retracted his gaze, stretched out his right hand, and said:

"Come on."

Dugu Maha was not polite at all.

Just sneered, raised his hand, and the man in white behind him put his palms on his shoulders, and the three of them were one, and his body surged over the great grandmaster's qi.

The jade dragon shook Kunlun.

The dragon's chant shook the sky.

A snow dragon surging from the trapped Jade Hushan Mountain hung in the sky, long and long, looking almost the same size as Kunlun Ruins, circling and whistling, the scales and scales of the armor were extremely clear, and they raised their heads and groaned, and then tore towards the old man.

Three hundred miles of heaven and earth are surging, visions rise and fall, and summer sunsets and snow.

Sitting alone in the snowy mountains for 30 years!

Walk thousands of miles to recuperate!

Angry!

Only this one move is comparable to Qing Feng's three thousand miles of sword light.

The old man in sackcloth just looked indifferently at this huge snow dragon.

When the jade dragon with pure and huge qi was close to him, he stepped on the ground with both feet, raised his hand, and grabbed the dragon's head.

The jade dragon qi roared like thunder.

He snatched the entire snow dragon into the clouds.

The dragon's tail was like a whip, and it slammed into Dugu Maha's body, and then the entire snow dragon was directly pulled and smashed to the ground.

The wind and snow accumulated by Yuhu Mountain for thousands of years smashed into the Kunlunxu Mountain Range.

Kunlun is white every day.

PS: Today's first update is presented......