When I first felt it, I saw a big river, known as the first genius of cultivation in the past thousand years, and then realized the sword intent of the river by the river, founded the Sword Pavilion, and then put forward the saying that the sword is not as good as a foot in front of me according to Ke Haoran's swordsmanship.

One foot in front of him, even Haotian couldn't dodge and break it.

Among them, the genius of the cultivation is Liu Bai, and that sword is the Great River Sword.

Thousands of feet of flying streams, nine days of the Milky Way.

If it weren't for the master, then Liu Bai would be the first person in the world, and even now, Liu Bai is also an extremely strong stroke in the long river of history.

The golden crown on his head was a little heavy, and Ye Hongyu took it off and placed it on the side of the carriage, raising its head and skimming its hair on the white pinna.

Her eyes were like stars, looking up at the surging river breath in the sky, her heart trembled, and she looked along the long river to the end of the river.

The boy on the cliff on the other side.

Liu Bai is already stronger than ever, and she wants to see how he picks it up.

When Liu Bai stood on the plain, the surging sword momentum on the side of the wave burst out from the sky, and Su Yu understood that Liu Bai wanted to challenge him.

This is Liu Bai's character all along, disrespectful and fearless, and cut what he wants.

It is difficult for such an opponent not to make people respectful, Su Yu knows what Liu Bai wants to see, so it is as he wishes.

At the steady stone sword thorn, there is a gentle light, but the breath is extremely sharp.

There is an extra reef in the middle of the river, and the reef is sharp, like a stone knife that is wantonly carved and carved, dividing the sharp and surging long river into two.

The waves were not stopped, but they were met into crystal waves by the stone blade that was as hard as a block, and the water waves dispersed.

Immediately after that, a sword intent protruded from the reef in the next moment, like golden light intertwining the heavens and the earth, cutting all things, and the great river was collapsing.

The clouds in the sky were raging, and at the same time, there was an extremely subtle, inaudible sound of glass breaking.

Fine markings appeared on the banks of the fading river, and there were deep and bottomless black lines in the sky, revealing a cold and slightly chilling atmosphere.

"Haoran Sword!"

"It's the man's breath......"

In the several carriages ridden by Xiling Tie, there was a cold and angry aura suddenly.

It was a remnant survivor left behind since Ke Haoran and his master climbed Peach Mountain more than ten years ago.

Although these people's bodies live more and less than there are some parts, the realm of these people still exists, even higher than before.

When those breaths came out, the coalition forces around the Xiling Iron Cavalry had a kind of suppression that was about to suffocate.

Click.

With a crisp sound, the seat under the Xiling Sect was crushed by the escaping energy.

That condensed breath seemed to pull his memory back to more than ten years ago, that person, a sword and a black donkey, with a little Haoran in his chest, swept countless people in Peach Mountain, and all the peach blossoms withered that year.

That person's name is Ke Haoran.

"He's damned!"

The cold voice seemed to extend from the abyss, and the chill in it made the Heavenly Oracle Great Priest beside him shiver.

Then the Xiling Sect Leader smiled, and found the angry aura of the seniors who came with it.

That terrifying and somewhat familiar sword intent made the Xiling Sect feel a little frightened, and also felt angry and jealous, but Ye Hongyu didn't have such an idea.

Her eyes were like electricity, and there was a flow of stars in them, imprinting a scene in the sky, or a deeper flow of vitality into her heart.

She closed her eyes suddenly, and after a moment, she suddenly opened them, lowered her eyebrows, and looked at a broken stone in front of the car, which had fine markings, as if it had been cut by a thousand swords of an extremely thin and thin invisible sword.

She retracted her gaze, and a breeze blew, and the stones turned into ashes and flew away, revealing a sword mark on the flat ground, and the darkness seemed to be out of sight.

The restorative nature of space is always breathtaking, and in the blink of an eye, the clouds between the sky are flying and disappearing, and those dark spatial fluctuations converge and return to the original.

There seemed to be a little less cloud, and the sky was a little brighter.

Su Yu on the high cliff looked at the Xiling Coalition Army, Liu Bai in the Xiling Coalition Army held the sword and smiled, his human sword became dim, and it was no longer dazzling and dazzling that people couldn't look at it directly.

A touch of white, it was an ordinary piece of mortal iron.

Even Fan Tie will become extraordinary because of Liu Bai's years of warmth, and he still has a certain charm.

It's just that at this time, this charm has been deep and inward, and it is no longer dazzling.

Just like standing on the wheel at this time, his breath was as steady as a scholar's willow white, his face suddenly turned abnormally pale, and the corners of his sharp lips hid a trace of blood.

With a thud to the ground, the carriage behind him collapsed and scattered to the ground, shattering into thousands of pieces of dust and sawdust.

The cultivators in the Xiling Alliance were silent, the weeds between the high cliffs and rocks were still swaying in the wind, and the carriage behind the Sword Saint was shattered into thousands of pieces, and the judgment had already been made at this moment.

"It's me who loses."

Liu Bai's eyes looked down at the faint crack on the silver-white blade, and smiled, showing extremely free and easy.

It's one thing to be seen, but it's another thing to say it yourself.

This recognition is to set off countless waves in the Xiling coalition army, the word sword saint has always symbolized strength in the world, just like a legend, but now this legend has been broken by a little-known teenager.

There was some commotion in the coalition army, especially those high-level generals in the Southern Jin army, who looked at Liu Bai's actions with some displeasure, and even dissatisfaction.

Because Liu Bai's words are suspected of strengthening the prestige of others and shaking the morale of the army.

Liu Bai didn't care about the talk around him at all, maybe he didn't care when he picked up the first sword.

The silver-white blade of the sword was put into the leather sheath by him, and then he glanced at the young man on the cliff with a serious expression.

"I want to ask, is Ling Mei the daughter of the Hades?"

"It's not."

Su Yu was slightly stunned and a little puzzled, but he still opened his mouth and said firmly.

"I believe it."

Liu Bai smiled slightly, then turned around.

His words once again caused an uproar, and even the people on the side of the Xiling Temple also saw it.

Because to link the countries to launch an attack on the Tang Dynasty, you always have to have a better name, or preach that orthodoxy dominates the righteousness, or increase the momentum.

It's like fighting, and finally scolding a few words of Caoni's grandmother, you, the thief's side, want to show more momentum, and the commanding heights are enough.

When the child is a good student, respects the old and loves the young, then no one will beat and scold at will, because he will have a weak heart.

So I need a reason, even if it's made up, it's just to splash sewage.

Now Liu Bai has torn this fig leaf, and whether it is the generals of the Southern Jin Dynasty or the priests of the Xiling Temple, their faces are angry and unhappy.