The old Taoist priest smiled bitterly and closed his eyes, sighed and muttered:

"Sure enough......"

Thousands of miles of snow dragons, one move will be broken.

Whether it is a grandmaster who crisscrosses the rivers and lakes, a happy and dashing grandmaster, or a villager who can't understand moves and relies on brute strength.

In front of him, there was no difference.

Look at the world head-on.

Dugu Maha was not killed by this blow, and even said that he was not even injured, his body was like King Kong, and he was only knocked into the ground with one blow.

But this move was already the strongest trick he could perform.

Dugu Maha seemed to cry and laugh.

Thirty years of dry sitting, 10,000 miles of solitary, nourishing qi and nourishing mind.

Defeated by a frontal move.

In the hole that was smashed out, Dugu Maha suddenly lost the will to continue to shoot, not only willingness, but even after sitting for thirty years, polishing the ground like a mellow pearl for a moment, there were cracks.

He used to think that it was the height of the sky, but now he has climbed one mountain after another, and he can overlook the warriors of the world, but the sky is still there.

Looking up, the distance between him and the sky has not been shortened at all.

For the first time, pain appeared in his eyes.

Daomen Taishang drank the last cup of tea, rose up with his sleeves, and rushed out to the sky.

Our generation stepped up to the sky and reached the twelfth floor of the Xuan Palace.

In the teahouse, Xin Pengfu was dumbfounded, looking at the old man who was sprinkled on Kunlun, and then looked at the big black bear standing in the snow outside, his lips trembled, and he sat directly on the ground with his eyes blank.

This time it's really a fairy?

The Taoist priest who was scared to death in the ancestral court of the Daomen stood under the ruins of Kunlun and saluted calmly.

With white hair and white beard, the shabby Taoist robe is not in the way of the eyes, the sloppy old Taoist suddenly has ten percent of his popularity at this time, one hand stretched out, and Bai Xue gathered into a seven-star sword of the Daomen, holding it upside down, and said calmly:

"Daomen is too high, ask for a trace of Kunlun Qi from the seniors."

The sword light rises, rushing to shoot the bull fight, and pulling the purple qi.

The heavens and the earth are clear and pure, but they suddenly darkened, many stars appeared in the sky, sprinkled with clear starlight and starlight, Daomen Taishang held a sword on Kunlun, two sword qi rushed to the sky, and the starlight was shattered, and the old man in linen stretched out his right hand and held the sword that shattered Zhou Tian's starlight in his hand.

With a slight force, the blade of the sword cracked.

With another wave of his hand, if it is after the army is dissolved, it is enough to set up a statue in the world's Taoist gates, be sacrificed by thousands of years of incense, and even be qualified to be awarded the title of god by the emperor The Taoist coughed up blood and flew out.

The head of the Tianshan Mountain opened, raised his left hand, and was silent, still not out of his sword.

Yin Pengfu was at a loss.

The green-shirted scribe who was drinking slowly stood up, took a glass of wine, drank it all with his neck tilted, and drank three glasses in a row, as if he felt that it was still not refreshing enough, and he was not afraid of hot hands, so he grabbed the top of the clay wine jar at once, and walked out slowly, grabbing a dark pottery wine bowl on the table with his left hand.

The wind and snow were strong, and he didn't take off to resist the wind, so he slowly walked up to Kunlun, his white hair was blown back by the wind and snow, and the wrinkles on his face were obvious, he was already an old man, and while walking, he poured himself a drink, and his big sleeves were full of wind and snow.

After drinking the last bowl of wine, the old man raised his eyes, only carried the wine jar, stretched his muscles, and muttered:

"Kunlun...... No hurry, no hurry. ”

"Let me move my muscles first."

Thunder was like a dragon, entangled in his body, Tsing Yi turned into a blue shirt, and then took a step forward, the sound of thunder flashed in the sky, and the figure of the scribe appeared next to Mai, raising his hand and smashing it out.

The white-haired scribe in the green shirt danced wildly, chaotic like a lion, and silently recited in his heart.

Ben Lei, the beginning.

A punch of thunder flashed, the old man in Mai looked surprised, tilted his head, the punch was like breaking through the air, smashing through the snow and thunder, the thunder and snow were like chaos, all of them were under the fist wind, Taishang half knelt on the ground, and when he raised his eyes, he seemed to see the junior brother who was practicing boxing in the snow.

Thunder runs, chaos is primordial.

but he has forsaken the way......

The old man in sackcloth shot back at will, and the green-shirted scribe shook his figure, pulled away the remnant of thunder, and instantly avoided a move, appearing next to him, only the speed of thunder could do this, and he poured wine on his neck, and threw out his right hand again.

Dugu Maha recognized the thunder, and his eyes widened.

Jian Kui murmured: "Ben Lei, Taishi." ”

"Leaving the Martial Forces?!"

Although it is tangible, but not qualitative, it is the beginning.

The violent thunder was a false move, and the old man on the opposite side still only stretched out one hand, and his feet stood still.

The thunder did not make contact with it, but changed again, avoiding its edge, and smashed heavily on the back of the old man on the Kunlun Ruins.

Su Gu narrowed his eyes.

"Ben Lei, Tai Su"

"Shenwu Mansion."

But without waiting for the change of moves, the old man Kunlun had already taken a step forward, his fists fell into the thunder, the thunder dispersed, and the green-shirted scribe stepped on the snow with both feet, and retreated backwards, almost being hit out of Kunlun Mountain with a blow, stabilizing his body, and the small half of the mountain was trampled.

But the immortals on Kunlun who had stepped on the land fairy realm in half a step had already used their hands.

Blood flowed from the corners of the green-shirted scribe's mouth.

The old man on the Kunlun ruins looked at this guy in green clothes, the sackcloth behind him was scorched black, his expression was slightly solemn, and said: "You are very good, I remember you, boxing and thunder, are very strong......"

"You are here today, the first two, one for revenge, and one for the juniors."

"What are you for? For the sake of younger generations, for fame? ”

The green-shirted scribe staggered to his feet, coughed up a mouthful of blood, and after receiving such a blow, the wine jar in his hand could not be broken, but even if it was not broken, it had already been scattered for most of it, and it shook it, leaving only a small mouthful, and the scribe's footsteps were slightly scattered, like drunkenness, holding the wine jar.

The white hair tied by the girl was scattered again.

yes, white hair......

The old man Kunlun looked at him, seemed to have found something, looked moved, and said, "You, it's a pity." ”

"Your foundation ......."

"Stop, your foundation is unstable, go all out, the aura is slowly passing, if you continue, I'm afraid you will fall into the realm, Shouyuan will suffer a big loss, for fame and profit, or for revenge, do you need this?"

"I don't remember seeing you."

"I really haven't seen it."

The green-shirted scribe looked indifferent, raised his hand and touched his white hair, with the same look on his face as always.

It's old, it's old.

A lifetime has passed so quickly.

The corners of the old man's mouth hooked.

Sixty years ago, he was a fledgling teenager who met the red clothes who hit the nemesis, and was bullied so much that he threw his sword, cut down his horse, and went back to the village to farm.

Thirty years ago, he was a hero who moved the world, a famous general who moved the world, surrounded and suppressed the top three grandmasters in the world, and in the final battlefield, he stabbed to death the world's No. 1 famous general with one shot.

Fifty years ago, he was a great Qin lieutenant who had achieved nothing and had no ambitions.

Every year, my favorite thing is to get together with three or five friends, quietly listen to them talk about their future, listen to him say that he wants to go all over the world, try all the famous swords in the world, listen to him say that he wants to open up the borderless territory for Daqin, and listen to her say that she wants to become the first female general of the Great Zhao Kingdom.

He drank the least.

Looking at them, they will be drunk if they don't drink.

He thinks that's the rivers and lakes.

Happy enmity, confidant, life and death.

It's just that back then, when he was the only one who rushed there in the end, it was too late, he desperately killed from the flank, and saw Zhao Hongsleeve Xu Guo with his own eyes, and he didn't even have time to say the last sentence.

An Feng once wondered why there was always such a brutal girl in red in his story, and why he always made the young man in the story so angry that he jumped to his feet, but there was no future story.

Because in the original story, they never had a future.

The old man in Kunlun Ruins in front of him spoke.

Why?

The old man burst out laughing and burst into tears.

Red Sleeves went.

Tianjing sword folding sword.

Wang Tiance died of illness.

Zhang Daqi was martyred.

Li Shude has become a monster for the ages......

The stars were so bright and happy back then......

It's not right, it's not right......

My rivers and lakes, there is a sword hero, a strong man on foot to measure the earth, there is a young Taoist priest with a negative sword, you can cry and laugh, you can sing and indulge in wine, the sword fairy and the sword cross the river, the high roller is angry on Kunlun, there are hundreds of schools of thought, there is a scholarly spirit, happy and chic, there is a sword drunk and splitting the ground, and the wrestler is on foot to resist the mountains and rivers.

For juniors? For a false name?

The white-haired man laughed abandoned, his face full of disdain, and he staggered and raised his hand to raise the wine jar.

Wang Tiance, what I promised you has been done.

An Feng he grew up, he was great.

I'm going to do my own thing.

Tianjing Sword, Li Shude......

Red sleeves, red sleeves.

The old man's expression softened.

This time, I finally won't get drunk earlier than you.

A jar of wine was full, and then smashed to the ground.

Respect our rivers and lakes, respect our happiness and hatred!

Great Qianyuan, the world is chaotic, there is still our happiness, not to live up to our happiness.

The old man wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, stretched out his right hand into the distance, and laughed:

"Everyone in the world knows that Da Qin's martial arts are vertical and horizontal with thunder boxing, and the gods and martial arts are unstoppable, who remembers that when he was a sword ranger?!"

"Liwu is here, little Dezi, draw your sword!"

In the distant city of Tianjing.

Emperor Li Shude pressed the violently vibrating sword box, his face looked like crying and laughing, and suddenly said angrily:

"Hold down, hold him down for Lao Tzu!"

"Abandon the Tao, Lao Tzu doesn't borrow, don't borrow!"

Li Lian hugged the sword box tightly.

In the sword box, the sword roared violently.

Li Shude raised his eyes to look outside, staggered out, and pursed his lips.

No, not borrow!

He knew the state of forsakenness.

He was just as old as he was to wield a sword in this state......

But the sound of the sword became more and more thick and violent, and Li Shude's teeth were bitten, biting his lip and bleeding.

When he was a teenager, he ran out of the palace, he didn't know that the master was behind, and he was driven around by stealing pigs from Wu, at that time he was full of oil, and he could only wear a python robe, that guy was not bad, he learned to speak to the people of the rivers and lakes, share the blessings and shares, and the difficulties are the same, if you want to borrow anything, as long as I have it, as long as you want it.

The old man Li Shude looked at the sky, his expression changed, and finally took a step back, and muttered decadently:

"Do you really, do you want to do this?"

"Zhenyue, Zhenyue ......"

After a moment of silence, Li Shude gritted his teeth, turned his head, snatched the sword box as he did when he was a teenager, and then shouted loudly to the sky as if crying and laughing:

"Liwu, pick it up!"

"Lao Tzu said, in this life, this sword is only borrowed from you, there is one day with you, one day with me!"

"Give me back alive!"

Holding the scabbard, he raised his hand and grabbed the sheathed long sword on the side, and threw it into the sky, the sword instantly took off its scabbard, and it roared violently, no one knew that this sword could be used without Li Shude.

The remnants of Fen VI whipped the world with this sword.

The viewing platform is set by the Qin sword.

Zhenyue broke the sword box and followed.

There are people in Tianjing City who borrow swords for thousands of miles, and the sword is soaring.

Liwu holds the sword.

The sword aura rose on Kunlun Mountain.

The old man on the Kunlun ruins clenched his fists, understanding the purpose of the person in front of him, as if he saw his past friends, before the state declined, before he could no longer hold the sword, he fought with all his strength, and fought to the death.

How can my generation die on the collapse?!

The old man in white linen closed his eyes.

The spirit soared into the sky, and after the death of the previous generation of Sword Saints, the Kunlun Immortals once again went all out.

"Please."

There is a white-haired old man with hair like a mad lion, and he laughs with his head held high:

"False name?! Life? When did Lao Tzu ever care?! ”

"Help the wind and leave the martial arts, and use this sword to get out of the rivers and lakes!"

There is a sword that is bright and bright, not inferior to the great sun.

It is not the Great Qin who left the military and conquered the world, it was not the Shenwu who abandoned the road and recovered the Six Kingdoms, it was not the general of the Celestial Empire who galloped through the snow field to destroy the country, and it was not the sloppy elders who took care of the children in Daliang Village.

It's about leaving the martial arts, just leaving the martial arts.

Liwu next to the red clothes.

The rivers and lakes are boating and making promises.

At that time, the Great Qin swordsman who was thinking about the happiness of the rivers and lakes left the martial arts, and after relieving himself of his heavy responsibilities, he re-entered the rivers and lakes fifty years later.

Only one sword came out.

A sword split the Heavenly Gate, Heavenly Ladder, and the Twelve Floors in the sky.

A sword out, a sword close.

There are immortals in the sword.

Immediately fell.

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

Three thousand six hundred words.

It's the story of Libo, no, it's his life, he and An Feng, after all, are two people.

After all, he is a warrior and a famous general who dominates the world.