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There were slight ripples in the wind, and the snow was as cold as a blade blowing on Su Yu's face.

Countless eyes around were attracted by Su Defeat's back, and most of these gazes still had shock. Obviously, these people have not yet reacted from the scene of Su Defeat's appearance, and there are also many disciples of the Langya Sect from Western Qin who sneered in their eyes, asking Langya to enjoy the scenery, does this guy really think that those senior brothers who set off earlier are air?

The most important thing is that the prince of Qin Zheng is here.

There are many inferior roots of human nature, and often many times they can't see people dazzling, or they can't see people like themselves become dazzling, but they will look up to some people who were born to be dazzling.

For example, Qin Zheng, the prince from Western Qin, challenged the genius of the Western Qin Sword Art Hall and never lost once.

For example, Muya, which is the dominant one in Langya, is unmatched.

So when most eyes were on Su Defeat, most of them were expecting, expecting Su Defeat to be directly knocked down like they had done before. Despite the strength of the latter, they knew that this scene would not happen at least immediately, but they could not hide the anticipation in their eyes.

"The mountain roads are rugged, so if you want to enjoy the scenery, you have to be careful. The middle-aged man lowered his eyes.

Step 1.

Su Wei stepped on the sturdy cyan ancient steps, and an indescribable sense of terrifying oppression surged out like a tide on the ancient steps under his feet. Stand on it. Su Yu had a feeling of trance, as if he was in the middle of a battlefield, and in front of him was the enemy's thousands of troops and horses rampage, wanting to crush his body.

For Su Yu, the eyes of others are like this fluttering snow, even if countless eyes converge together, they can't stop his pace. Moreover, Su Yu rarely cared about the eyes of others, but chose to ignore them.

Su Yu raised his head, his gaze swept over the cyan ancient steps, and he could see the dappled sunlight sweeping over the plum blossoms in full bloom, and the specks of light falling on the snow. The scenery is pleasing to the eye. Su Yu thought so. Smelling the faint fragrance of plum blossoms, he seemed to take a breath very enjoyably, and carried it on his back with one hand, just like those literati who pretend to be elegant. Take a leisurely stroll on the mountain trail.

Often many times, the last person to set off is the best able to enjoy the scenery along the way. Unprecedented. There is no one to come.

Su Defeat's every step was so light, he was afraid of stepping on the petals that fell on the snow, even though Su Defeat was under terrifying oppression at this moment. Weizhan's brows never frowned.

With a smile on his lips, Su Yu sometimes looked at the endless mountain road, sometimes looked at the swaying wind and snow, and the plum blossoms standing in the wind, at this moment, Su Yu remembered a figure for some reason, the white-clothed figure who picked up the sword and left.

The mountain road is bright, and the white-clothed figure like snow is also so bright.

The middle-aged man raised his head slightly and stared at the back of Su Ying's swaying up, and suddenly saw the scene of a white-clothed swordsman fighting alone in the world with a sword, staining the world with blood, and also saw the white-clothed swordsman in a trance and said to those swordsmen who looked up to themselves as proud of the sky: "Which of you has ever defeated the sword in my Su Ying's hand?"

"Your father and son are more proud than anyone else, one sword wins all Langya, no one in Fengge Academy dares to take the sword, fight the sword of the Huangya group alone, ask the end of the sword domain, who dares to forget the sword of the past?" The middle-aged man muttered to himself, his slightly outstretched fists clenched, just remembering something, and a trace of regret swept between his eyebrows: The dantian is broken!

Su was defeated and marched until he disappeared at the end of the mountain road, where the plum blossoms bloomed.

The love in countless eyes has not changed with the disappearance of Su Wei's back, and many disciples of the Langya Sect of Western Qin are still pouting, but they are a little inexplicably uneasy in their hearts, and he is really so calm and calm.

It's just that this uneasiness dissipates with the cold wind, and Senior Brother Lin is on it, if he is lucky enough to catch up with Senior Brother Lin, can he pass the sword in Senior Brother Lin's hand? Thinking of this, the corners of these disciples' slightly pursed mouths flashed with a sneer, just with a little regret, and they missed a good show. Compared to these disciples, a few ragged disciples lowered their eyes, as if they were pondering something, and immediately stepped forward again, continuing to step up the stone steps, crawling forward.

Su Yu has always maintained a calm heart, looking at the plum blossoms passing by beside him, not sad or happy, as he advanced, he could obviously feel the oppression coming from the steps more and more. At the same time, there is also an oppression in this heaven and earth, and this oppression seems to be targeted, only focused on oneself.

Vaguely, Su Yu could also sense that there was sword qi on these stone steps that was about to leak out, and stepping on them was like stepping on a sword blade. Fortunately, Su Yu felt that he could bear the pain with a smile after suffering countless baptisms. Therefore, his footsteps are still unhurried, admiring the mountains, scenery, and snow scenery in the sky.

Occasionally, when he raised his head, Su Yu could see the finch struggling between the mountain streams, the cold wind was as cold as a knife, breaking its wings until it was destroyed in the wind and snow. However, the neighing of these chaffinas is like the sound of the wind in the ears, always echoing in the heavens and the earth, and no one knows how long these chirpings have echoed, perhaps since ancient times.

Su Yu had also seen the weak fish flowing upstream, facing the cold and biting impact, until they floated down weakly, and were hit by the smooth rocks and shattered. Seeing this, Su Yu couldn't help but think that in his previous life, he heard that there were only seven seconds of memory of swimming fish in the water, and it was these swimming fish who forgot the pain of seven seconds ago and went upstream, which was the attachment that was born into their bones that made them so stupid, stupid and awe-inspiring.

Fate is often contrary to the will, the finch flies against the wind, the fish swims upstream, although it dies, its determination is not willing to be bound by fate, not rotting with the grass and trees. Thinking of this, Su Luo wants to climb to the top in his heart, and the desire to see the scenery of heaven and earth is inexplicably strong, often many times, people have a will or idea, and their steps will not be so heavy, Su Luo went all the way up, and never left any footprints on the steps, and the petals on the snow are still so charming.

The bamboo forest that rises in the bright green festival is dotted with this white snowy scene, and you can walk here. Su Yu finally saw the back of his peers. Obviously, the robes that look a little gorgeous and expensive are full of slush, and the immature face is dazed, and some hesitant to look ahead, and the horizontal mountain wind rolls up the sword-shaped bamboo leaves, cutting through the snow scene of the wind and sunshine, like a sharp sword, and there are pools of blood on the mountain road, which is shocking. It was this pool of blood that made the disciple hesitate and bow his head slightly.

This is a prince from a noble prince. Su defeated his steps very lightly. Like a warm spring breeze, he walked past this disciple, but his gaze did not stop at this figure, and walked towards the wild roll of bamboo leaves. Until a fluttering coat disappeared at the end of the mountain road.

looked at Su Yu and said lightly. The disciple smiled nervously: "It doesn't seem to be as scary as it seems." ”

As he spoke, the disciple stepped forward. It's just that the swept bamboo leaves cut through his robe in an instant, and the bloody scarlet stained the swaying snowflakes red, and the disciple's face was full of pain and horror.

Thousands of mountain birds fly away. Thousands of people are gone.

Walking among the bright green bamboo forests, Su Yu understood this sentence.

He walked for a long time, probably hundreds of meters or more than a thousand meters, and never saw another figure again.

It wasn't until he was at the end of the bamboo forest that Su Yu saw a ragged figure crawling forward on the snow, like a white scroll without pen and ink dripping with a touch of vermilion, and the scarlet blood was a little eye-catching in the white world.

In the fragrance of flowers, Su Yu smelled the smell of blood, a long-lost smell.

Looking down at the young man who was crawling forward, Su Wei never stopped, and moved forward step by step.

The ragged young man did not raise his eyes to look at Su Luo, until Su Luo's figure disappeared at the end of the wind and snow, and the moment his back flashed in his sight, the corner of the young man's eyes flashed with a touch of confusion, this figure was vaguely familiar, but he couldn't remember who it was. With his head bowed and his teeth gritted, the young man continued to crawl forward. It's like crawling to the end, you can crawl out of the dirty, uncared slum and climb to the starry sky.

The companions met for the first time were princes and nobles, the companions met on the second floor were disciples from the slums, and the companions met for the third time were two law enforcers. The moon-white robe was like snow, and the two law enforcers were holding the fainting disciples in their left and right hands, and when they saw Su Yu coming over, their eyes showed surprise, they clearly remembered that when they came up, they had never seen Su Luo.

"Dead?" Su Yu saluted slightly, looking at these bloodstained disciples.

"Fainted!" the older enforcer glanced at Su Wei, and he didn't have a good breath.

"Are there a lot of people in front?" asked Su Wei.

"Many, almost fainted to the ground. If you don't want to suffer, come down with us in peace. Another enforcer reminded: "The trail ahead is even rougher and more difficult. ”

"I'm finally catching up. Su Yu chuckled and continued to move forward in the face of the wind and snow.

Looking at the back of Su Yu gradually moving away, the two enforcers shook their heads slightly, they had to be busy today, looking down at the disciples caught in their waists, most of these dizzy disciples were from the slums, and their cultivation was far inferior to those who were born princes and nobles, or disciples who had been trained by the sect, but their will was a bright bamboo forest on the mountain road.

Passing by the mountain spring flowing through the roar, Su Wei stopped his body for the first time, untied the simple sword weapon behind him, and washed the dust on the sword, Su Luo walked forward again, walking, and he finally saw a dense figure. As the two enforcers said, there were a lot of people, but most of them fainted, and a few crawled forward in the wind and snow.

Often many times people who set off late, not only can enjoy the mountain scenery, but also can enjoy the scenery on the road, looking at the figure walking in front, Su Yu smiled at the corner of his mouth, just like a tourist who passed by in the wind and rain in the south of the Yangtze River, and marched and advanced, constantly surpassed, and sang all the way is not an exaggeration.

The disciples who were crawling forward all raised their heads to look at this figure, until a faint and staccato voice came out a moment later: "Su defeated!"

The steep and straight path resembles the bones of a giant dragon, reaching above and down the clouds.

Dressed like snow-white clothes floating up, taking advantage of this wind and snow, soaring, until the end, Su Yu didn't know how many people he had surpassed, until a familiar figure appeared in Su Yu's sight, and only then did Fang Fang smile in his dark eyes, bend down, and pick up the bamboo leaves on the ground, the sharp bamboo leaves are like a sharp sword, revealing a sharp edge...... (To be continued......)