The morning dew sprinkled the heavens and the earth, and the morning dew dispersed when the sun shone, as if the world had been washed away, and the whole world was much clearer.

The Sword Sealing Conference is still going on, but after yesterday's battle between Leng Wuxin and Aojun Mei, many swordsmen suddenly abandoned their swords, so this Sword Sealing Conference was almost half of the people.

There was no one to preside over this conference, and not even the people of Jianming Mountain could not see one, so the swordsman just climbed Jianming Mountain, found a position, and then directly began to solve the hatred.

Watching one swordsman after another die, watching one sword after another break, the hearts of the five Xingfu suddenly became heavy, they didn't understand why Jian Mingshan wanted to hold such a conference.

But they didn't leave, they continued to observe.

At this time, they saw two elderly swordsmen, both of whom were legends, but both were already in their prime, and by looking at the eyes between the two old men, they would know that these two must be very good friends.

The two old men were very interesting, first drank a drink, and then talked to each other about the old time and kept remembering, and then, the two competed with swords.

Obviously, they were friends in life and death one second, but they became enemies who had to be killed in the next second, and even they had no hatred, they just chose to fulfill themselves as Ye Xiao and Feng Mingxue said, and at the same time fulfilled each other.

But whether it's Yun Xuan, Xingfu, Liu'er, Drifting Bird, Yun Xiaosheng, the five of them, they still don't understand, is it true that the life of these swordsmen is only a sword? Is it really worth giving up incomparably beautiful things for the sake of a sword?

No one can answer them, because they are not swordsmen.

Ye Xiao was also watching the battle, maybe he understood, maybe he didn't understand, he saw the two old swordsmen die together, so he held the sword in his hand tighter.

As soon as the two old men died, the light of the sword Ming Mountain took their swords away.

Perhaps, the purpose of these swordsmen to come to Jianming Mountain is this, although they can't become supreme swordsmen, but if they can die in the holy land of swordsmen, it will be in vain.

Then, Ye Xiao slowly climbed towards Jianming Mountain, and then watched one battle after another.

During this time, he met many acquaintances.

There's Chiling, who is fighting an old man, who she hears belongs to their family, but keeps forcing her to marry her grandson, and then Chiling hands over the wooden sheath. Ye Xiao saw that this girl had found her own way, and when she saw that this girl had become a real swordsman, she didn't look at the results, she just chuckled and left, because the result was not important.

Then I saw Xiao Shengyu again, he didn't bring a cloak this time, because he was against the enemy, and the person opposite was the one who ruined his appearance, and even more so his wife-killing enemy.

In this scene, Ye Xiao saw the end, he saw Xiao Shengyu die, saw Xiao Shengyu's enemy become the winner, and he also saw Xiao Shengyu laugh at him when he died. Ye Xiao didn't see hatred in Xiao Shengyu's eyes, he only saw the life of a swordsman, and Ye Xiao didn't help his friends take revenge, because there was hatred before hatred, because everyone who came here was for sword dancing.

Later, Ye Xiao saw the forty disciples of the Liu Bai Sect, they were standing on a dangerous place, forty people were standing in a row, and the enemies they faced were probably tens of thousands of people.

They didn't besiege in groups, because this is the rule of the Sword Sealing Conference, one person can only fight one, of course, if you kill one person, you still have enemies, you still have to continue to kill, until all the enemies are killed.

After the first disciple of Liubaimen went up, he killed about 500 people, and then he was killed by the enemy, and then the whole dangerous place was stained red with blood.

And then the second, the third, the fourth....

Every disciple of Liubaimen is about the same, and he can kill at least five hundred enemies, and a little more, he can kill more than a thousand.

When the thirty-fifth person arrived, another batch of Liubaimen came, adding up to tens of thousands.

And this thirty-fifth disciple of Liubaimen, Ye Xiao remembered him.

This person's name is Li Xueyang, he is holding a sword called 'Mangzhong', he killed a whole ten thousand people, and he is still alive. But after that, Ye Xiao didn't know if he died or not, because when Li Xueyang killed 10,000 people, Ye Xiao left.

Then, Ye Xiao met Xiao Man'er again, saw the red maple dance in her hand, and in a trance, Ye Xiao seemed to see his old friend Lianhu again, and saw the swordsman who had been perfected.

Today's Ye Xiao, thinking back to Pian Hu, he still feels that his kendo is not as good as Pian Hu, and he still can't remember how he won it at that time.

Ye Xiao didn't stay long, because Xiao Man'er's opponents were only six or seven, all of them were mortal swords, and these swords would never be able to defeat the sword of the Poor Tiger, because the sword path of the Caring Tiger was probably farther than the wind without a name in Ye Xiao's heart, although the little Man'er had only learned one ten-thousandth, but to defeat these mortal swords, this one-ten-thousandth was enough.

Walking between a mountain and a water, Ye Xiao suddenly heard the sound of a dragon and a phoenix, and then saw a volume of law, as well as countless purple thunders in the sky. Listening to the sound and seeing the scene, everything seemed like yesterday, as if that person was alive again, so Ye Xiao hurriedly walked over.

In front of him, it was a four or five-year-old boy, holding the Spring and Autumn Sword in his left hand and the code in his right hand, just like Meng Xiran was reborn. Then, Ye Xiao saw that on the high platform next to him, there was a beautiful woman as Wen Yu staring at the boy, with a hint of eagerness and worry in her eyes, but more pride.

After a few glances, Ye Xiao suddenly laughed out loud, laughing extremely happily, laughing happier than ever, it seemed that at this moment, Ye Xiao suddenly found something.

Ye Xiao didn't bother the mother and son to fight against the enemy, he quietly continued to climb towards Jianming Mountain.

After climbing for a long time, in a place where deer and cranes danced, in a position full of heroic energy, Ye Xiao finally saw Linglong, maybe at this moment she is not called Linglong, she is called Nightingale, because she belongs to the night family.

The nightingale's dress has changed a lot, it has changed from the usual norm in the past, and it is very formal, and every dress, whether it is a button, or a belt, is full of exquisiteness and majesty.

The nightingale's face is very immature, only fourteen or fifteen years old, maybe this is her true appearance, or she has many identities, each of which has a different age, just like the Linglong belonging to Ye Xiao, it looks like twenty-five or sixteen.

The immature face and solemn dress seemed a little out of place, but from the nightingale's eyes, it could be seen that she was very concerned about this competition, perhaps to say, she was completely ready to face any enemy.

The sword in Yeying's hand is the Chenxing Sword, the ancestral sword of the Ye family, a sword that can only be used by each generation of the Ye family's masters, at this moment, the nightingale holding the sword, she represents the Ye family.