The white light pierced the snowy sky, and the sharp blade tore through the air and made a roar like fireworks breaking through the air.

The boy stopped to watch, there was no one around, for some reason, whether it was the students of the four major academies or the killers of the Qilian Sect, they did not want to appear next to this harmless boy. He tilted his head and looked at the silver-white flying sword that swept over his head, as if he had forgotten that he was still chasing another person.

The silver sword came at a very fast speed, and in an instant it flew above the boy's head.

The boy laughed and flipped his wrist to pull out a piece of papyrus with intricate black lines, and threw it into the air. Suddenly, a force was generated, making the air around the boy seem to become much more solemn. He looked at the flying sword that suddenly descended at a sinking speed, flicked his legs, and jumped forward, wanting to grab the flying sword. Since the last time he saw the second sword of the fifth Tingyun, he still remembers it.

When he was trying hard to chase the fifth listening cloud to no avail, this human sword came from outside the sky, and of course he refused to let it go.

But just when the boy smiled heartily and felt that the sword was already in his pocket in the air, the silver-white sword suddenly sped up, and flew out the moment the boy held it. The sword seemed to be deliberately teasing the boy, obviously not limited by the boy's means, but it was pretended to be restrained.

The sword swept by.

The boy grabbed the air with one hand, and suddenly became a little angry. He let out an ugly roar, and with a wave of his hand, four pieces of papyrus shot out in four directions around him. The four pieces of straw paper flew quickly, and in the blink of an eye, they rushed into the crowd, and then the people near each piece of straw paper suddenly felt that the air became very hot. The blood that had never dried up on the ground was drying up at a rate visible to the naked eye. At first glance, there is no noticeable change in the area, but if you look closely, you can detect the smell of blood and heat rising from the air.

"Ahh

With a scream, the clothes of the people in the area covered by the four pieces of straw paper suddenly burst into flames. The fire rose so fast that the people didn't have time to react, and the flames engulfed their entire bodies. There were a few cultivators who were standing a little farther away, and while protecting their bodies with Yuan Force, they rolled on the spot, trying to extinguish the flames with the snow on the ground. But they didn't think that once those flames were ignited, what ordinary means could be extinguished?

A group of people rolled to the ground and crawled like gourds, melting all the snow into water and completely vaporizing the ice water into air. Zizi's voice continued to sound, but the flames on their bodies burned more and more, and there was no tendency to extinguish them at all. It wasn't until one individual was burned to ashes, and there were no bones left, that the flames gradually died out.

With just a wave of his hand, the boy wiped out more than a dozen cultivators of the Spirit Mystery Realm......

When he's not angry, he's just a somewhat naughty kid.

But when he gets angry, he becomes a butcher who treats human life like a mustard.

Tu Xiao enjoys the process of killing, and he enjoys the result of killing. Killing people is not a hobby for him, just a means to have a good time.

He pouted, his eyes fixed on the Fifth Tingyun, who had already fled. His expression was no longer half excited and happy, he looked at the fifth Tingyun like looking at the enemy, and he had a lot of resentment and jealousy after killing him.

However, the fifth Tingyun, who was the person concerned, was completely unaware of the boy's anger. The Liren Sword suddenly broke through the air and flew back, and he reached out to take it, but at the same time, the Kunmu Sword in his right hand trembled violently, and a huge force was helping the Kunmu Sword to get out of his control. He didn't know who that power came from, how could he dare to let go so easily...... But after all, he still underestimated that power, and at the moment when his mind was slightly separated from the human sword, the Kun Mu Sword took the opportunity to break away and shot in the direction where the human sword came.

It wasn't until this time that he realized that it was Shifu's predecessors who were "borrowing the sword"!

"Senior Shi's control over the Liren Sword and the Kunmu Sword is far stronger than that of me, the titular sword master. ”

He laughed at himself, and suddenly felt a burst of heat in his body, his mouth was dry, and his hair was flying, as if it was about to burn. He felt something, and turned to look, just in time to see the angry boy walking towards him with his mouth pouted and his waist crossed.

......

......

Knowing the sea in space.

The speed and rhythm of the rotation of the Taiji diagram remain the same.

Pure black and pure white fill the entire unknown space.

The master in a black robe stopped at this time, and maintained the posture of reaching out for his sword.

"Wow!"

A shrill sound pierced the silence.

The rich earthy yellow color turned into a sharp sword light, and in a blink of an eye, it came to Shi Fu's hands.

Shi Fu looked at the Kun Mu Sword that was slightly shining yellow, stretched out two fingers with his left hand and stroked the blade, and his slightly old face showed a rare friendly smile and the joy of reuniting with his friends. "Ding", he flicked the blade of the sword with his finger and muttered, "It turns out that you are also the lord who likes the new and hates the old." ”

Eldest Sun Qingyun's hand holding the flag gradually tightened, but the tone of his voice still maintained calm and indifference: "This sword can break my strange gate?"

"Exactly. Shi Fu nodded, "The name of this sword is Kunmu, Kunmu swordsman, the gossip of Qimen in the sky and on the ground, and only this one is the three yin." Dry is the life of the sky, Kun is the death of the earth, although I don't know the door of life, I can determine the door of death. In that case, will your strange door be broken?"

The eldest grandson Qingyun sighed: "Heaven's will is like this, it is beyond the reach of human beings......"

Shi Fu reversed the Kun mother sword, inserted the sword body with his right hand, and pinched the trick with his left hand. The Kun Mu Sword instantly burst out with a different light than before, although the color was still heavy and heavy yellow, but it was a little more dazzling than when it was used by the fifth Tingyun. As a result, that kind of earthy yellow has become like gold, which makes people look luxurious and brilliant.

The Kunmu Sword released a dazzling strong light, and the sword body was inserted into the slowly rotating illusory Taiji diagram.

Suddenly, the Taiji diagram rotates and accelerates, the cathode turns into yang, and the anode turns into yin, which is unpredictable.

Eldest Sun Qingyun sped up the frequency of the Eight Gates!

However, Shi Fu did not change color, he let go of the hand holding the Kun Mu Sword, and the Kun Mu Sword followed the rapidly rotating Taiji Diagram and shot out. The Taiji diagram is constantly rotating, and the eight doors are constantly getting easier, so the position of the Kun Mu Sword is also changing from time to time, because the Kun Mu Sword at this moment has locked the position of the Death Gate.

Looking at the Kunmu Sword that flew around in the space of Zhihai with the sound of whirring wind, Shi Fu knew that it was a foregone conclusion that he would break through the Qimen. With the Kun Mother Sword always feeding back the location of the Death Gate, then he will not worry about entering the Death Gate by mistake. Although the Qimen of Shifu are different, only the Death Gate of the Eight Gates is a truly insoluble dead end, and the basic principle that the other seven Gates are all Life Gates has not changed.

He walked forward.

This time, he no longer maintained a fixed position with Eldest Sun Qingyun, but walked directly towards Eldest Sun Qingyun.

The banner in the hand of the eldest grandson Qingyun rattled, as if it was blown by a strong wind. With each step he took closer, his hand tightening the flag, his knuckles slowly turning blue, purple, and finally black, a sign that blood was about to overflow—he was about to lose his grip on it.