The cold wind is bleak, and the cold wind is blowing, although it is only the early autumn season, it seems that the soul of the blowing person has been lost.

The breeze is like a piano, playing a lonely sound of gloom, teasing the deepest part of the heart, boiling hot, burning people's hearts.

In the plains, the grass is dense, and the green and yellow stones form a yellow field, and there are three people, one yellow, one red and one white.

It was the middle-aged woman, the scholar in white and the old man in yellow.

They stared at Xiang Mo with deep and dangerous eyes, all of them were ruthless people, walking out of the sea of corpses and blood, with a murderous aura on their faces, killing people and conquering countless people, I don't know how many unwarranted civilians were slaughtered, how many forces were swept away, and they were countless.

Just such a stop makes people shudder, but now that they have moved the real character, the true qi is overflowing, and it has set off a surging killing wave, as if the three demon gods have descended, wanting to smash the world.

In a moment, the three weapons were printed with three imprints, volleyed up in the air, and condensed on the top of Xiang Mo's head.

The old man's long stick struck, slashed forward, the long stick was like a pillar, and he wanted to pierce the sky, so he shook solemnly, and there were several more rings in the air, which were interlocking and connected into a piece.

The scholar fan please Yang, the wrist flips, the fan blades are like pu, setting off the wind and waves, the waves are like waves, the waves are rolling non-stop, like thousands of troops, crushing over.

The middle-aged woman shook her skillful hand, and the silk flew all over the place, turning into a long snake, the snake body was like electricity, the dragon bent the snake and stretched, flexible like a ghost.

The three weapons are different, but under the common mind of the three of them, they actually cooperate with each other.

The fan is like the rolling tide after the causeway is opened, constantly spewing out waves of wind and waves, as if two big hands, holding silk and rings pressed over,

The silk was suddenly hidden in the ring, sometimes hidden and sometimes revealed, shuttling back and forth, and from time to time a bloody red line popped up, killing people invisibly.

And the ring is even more borrowed by the wind, fluttering back to the loop, endless, endless, endless, the sky is completely covered, not a little light.

For a moment the sky changed color, and he left in a hurry, and the earth lost its light, and he rushed in shame.

The murderous aura turned into a wild cloud before the rainstorm hit, and the weapons were connected, and the sudden change tightened the blood and manic wind and thunder.

Xiang Mo raised his head and stared at the imprints in the sky, watching them spew brilliant brilliance one after another, and his brows condensed into knots.

It was the first time he had seen such a vast and noisy formation, and he couldn't help but feel an irresistible thought rising in his heart, which was a kind of realm suppression, a kind of reaction between cultivators after gaining insight into each other's strength.

But he is not afraid, even if he is under siege and in danger, he is just indifferent to the breeze, and the wind and waves are wet.

When he raised his hand, the flying sword was like a shuttle, piercing through the autumn moon and piercing the sun.

A dazzling golden dragon soared into the sky, piercing the silence of the sky like lightning, and shot upward, shooting furiously at the three weapons.

The golden dragon danced its claws like a thousand mountains and thousands of rivers, and the long tail carried the sun, moon and stars, and collided with it crazily, and suddenly the tsunami and landslide collapsed, and the sky collapsed.

Suddenly, the heavens and the earth seemed to be shattered, and black cracks cracked one after another.

In an instant, the wind swept the land, and the thunder roared wildly.

The dragon and the three weapons were handed over in short combat, fighting and pulling, roaring into the sky.

However, there is only one golden dragon, and there are three weapons.

The three of them are all first-class masters, how can they let go of such an opportunity.

Suddenly, countless rings suddenly staggered, stirred and looped, and disappeared into the distance, piercing the clouds and avoiding the moon, and entrapping the limbs of the golden dragon.

Seeing this opportunity, the pink satin flashed out and wrapped around the neck of the golden dragon, and after a few back and forth, it strangled its neck.

In the end, the invisible wind and waves turned into one mountain after another, and frantically pressed on the golden dragon.

The three imprints are like three mountains, trapping it and constantly tightening, as if to squeeze him into powder.

The golden dragon was trapped, and his eyes were round, and he glared angrily.

The blood vessels in the body boiled, and they couldn't stop struggling and swaying, churning up and down, trying to break free.

Helplessly, it was only for the true qi to urge the transformation, even though it had the flying sword imprint and the means of giving birth to immortals, but the true power was far from the same, and it was suddenly in trouble under the trap.

Xiang Mo had no choice but to agitate the dantian, urge the true qi, and compete with the three of them.

With this help, the golden dragon was alive again, barely maintaining his figure.

The battle situation suddenly fell into a stalemate, and the true qi of the four people soared, and the consumption increased sharply.

After only half a battle, Xiang Mo felt the exhaustion of his true qi.

He had just reached the peak of Ning Yuan, and he was not yet completely stable, and his true qi reserves only relied on pills, so he was naturally not as good as these three masters of the Gathering Vortex Realm who had been famous for a long time.

After a while, it is difficult to breathe, the throat is tingling, the lungs are bursting, and the ears are ringing and dizzy.

The flying sword continued to tremble, the imprint trembled slightly, and there were bursts of wails, and the sword body seemed to be about to crack.

In this situation, the old man's eyes showed a cold light, and he snorted coldly:

"Mole ant, even if you have a flying sword, the gap between the Gathering Spiral Realm and the Condensing Yuan Realm is not something that can be offset by a flying sword, and once this dragon disappears, it will be your death period!"

Xiang Mo looked at the sky and was scarred, and the golden dragon that was shrinking was in a gloomy mood and sank to the bottom like a torrential rain for many days.

As a large amount of true qi is consumed, the energy is connected inward, and a thick white mist rises through the skin.

Stick to it, and it's not just your true qi that you're overdrawn, but also your energy.

It's just that he can't stop, and once he stops, it's death.

In this world, the greatest threat is death, and if you die, everything will be empty.

Every time there is a life and death crisis, Xiang Mo thinks a lot, thinks of dreams, thinks of friends, and now, thinks of many people who have helped him, and the meaning of life.

Man lives, for what.

To enjoy life with peace of mind, or to consume life for an illusory future, or neither, just for a state of mind.

Xiang Mo asked himself what was really supporting him.

There is only one answer, and that is mentality.

If you feel happy, happiness will be everywhere, and if you feel sad, the world will be gloomy.

He remembered a small grass growing on the edge of the rock wall when he was playing on the back mountain.

It grows in the most demanding places, looks monotonous in front of gorgeous flowers, and looks weak in front of towering trees.

But the wind can root the trees and smash the flowers, but it can't help the grass that takes root in the earth.

People have stepped on the grass again and again, she is covered with bruises, but she stands up again and again, cows, sheep, and horses feed on the grass, and urinate and on her head, she never resents her, she has been bullied all her life, but she is neither humble nor arrogant, no complaints, no regrets,

And what supports its growth, its indomitability, its tenacity.

Xiang Mo let out a long sigh and said:

"Heaven is impermanent, humanity is constant, the sun rises and sets, free of its laws, and people, get up early and go to bed late, born as a human being, restrained by the mind, believe in the power of fate, but fate has already become an intricate and complex cobweb, imprisoning the deepest indomitable and courageous soul of people!"

When the three of them heard this, they were all stunned, frowned and asked:

"Boy, what the hell are you trying to say!"

Xiang Mo Saran smiled, the flying sword flickered, and laughed:

"I just want to say that it is not fate that imprisons people, but souls! I will use my sword to meet the tragic fate, and I will deal with your so-called fate with a hundred times more courage. ”

Suddenly, his body bloomed with a dazzling brilliance, which did not exist in the sky or on the earth, but belonged to himself and his heart.

As if sensing the breath coming from Xiang Mo's body, the flying sword couldn't help but tremble, and there seemed to be a sound of regret ringing in his ears.

Xiang Mo was shocked, only to feel that the flying sword seemed to resonate with his heart, and unconsciously there was a strange change.

The prints on the sword body are intertwined with each other, circulating and flying, flashing two rays of light, one black and one white, connected to the hilt of the sword, forming the lines of a yin and yang fish.

One after another, the profound truths that ran through the heavens and the earth fed back from the hilt of the sword to Xiang Mo's body.

There were a lot of things in his mind in an instant, which reflected each other with his heart of self-improvement and turning the world upside down.

The universe has positive and negative, all things are yin and yang, and yin and yang are cultivated, yin and yang are opposed to each other, and yin and yang are the same root.

The appearance is heaven and earth, the sun and the moon, day and night, cold and heat, men and women, upper and lower, but all those born of heaven and earth, free heaven and earth yin and yang.

Xiang Mo was empowered in time, understood a trace of the mystery of heaven and earth, and then looked around, only to feel that the whole world seemed to be cut into two, and there was a difference between yin and yang.

The heart sprouted, and the sword drew a circle on the ground, and then twisted in the middle, and the ground was divided into black and white.

Black and white hide and show each other, sometimes white and sometimes black, the sense of phase replacement, and reincarnation.

With such a change, Xiang Mo's heart was surging, his blood was boiling, and when he raised his hand, the black and white color on the ground was already embedded in the sword body, and with a wave of his hand, the pattern was punched into the golden dragon's body.

In an instant, the stars fell, the sun and the moon changed color, the sky changed color, the dead trees sprouted, and the grass sprouted.

The golden dragon seemed to have gained its soul, and its spirit was all renewed, and it stretched out its long tongue and spit out a black and white ball.

The ball was silent, formless, and melted into the air as soon as it was exited, but there seemed to be something different in this world, invisible and intangible, but real.

Without waiting for the three of them to wonder, they saw that the continuous wind seemed to be held down and quieted down.

The pink satin also seemed to be pulled by the tail and no longer writhed.

What's even weirder is the ring, all of which have become square, fragmented and chaotic.

All Indo-Dharma weapons have lost their effectiveness.

Folding fans became waste paper, silk became wipes, and long sticks became bamboo poles.

All the power has become nothingness, and under the control of this black and white ball, it has been restored to its original appearance.

The three of them looked horrified, their eyes wide, thinking that they had seen a ghost.

The middle-aged woman took the lead and shouted out in horror:

"What's going on? Can anyone tell me!"