The wind and snow on the top of Shushan Mountain are shaky.

The three disciples of the Little Wuliang Mountain all fell in the snow.

Shu Xinjun's face was a little ugly, he didn't think about it, this battle was ...... It will be such a result, the three "Tianjiao" cultivated by Xiao Wuliang Mountain with a lot of money were defeated by Gu Xiaoyu one after another.

And the defeat was so ugly.

The disciples of Xiao Wuliang Mountain, who came to the mountain gate of Shushan, were mighty, and the flying swords hovering in front of the big lawn of the mountain gate were nearly a hundred, and everyone saw this scene...... Among the disciples, many of them were those who witnessed Xu Zang's mountaineering and invited the mountain master to die.

Over the years, the momentum of Little Wuliang Mountain has become more and more powerful.

Shushan has been deserted.

The humiliation of those years...... Today, instead of being returned, he was humiliated again.

Gu Xiaoyu was in front of the gate of Shushan Mountain, one by one, and the time spent before and after was just a small half of incense, the process was simple, the means were clean and neat, and people had nothing to say.

Shu Xinjun frowned.

He felt the earth tremble.

In the distance, the mountain gate of Shushan, the mountain fog was shrouded, and there were vague figures appearing one after another, and there was such a big movement at the mountain gate, those elders and cultivators quickly rushed over after seeing it.

The gate is still empty.

But behind Gu Xiaoyu...... No longer nothing.

Wind and Thunder Mountain is the face of Shu Mountain.

Gu Xiaoyu too.

Shushan's sword cultivators, disciples, and elders walked out of the fog, and the two groups of people formed a wordless "confrontation", but what made Shu Xinjun a little relieved was that he didn't see Shushan's "thousand hands".

There were rumors before that the thousand-handed retreat of Shushan had been successful in impacting Nirvana.

But in the previous northern meeting, Shushan did not attend...... Although the relationship between the General's Mansion and Shushan is extraordinary, it is not difficult to deduce from the bits and pieces of clues that the woman who ranks in the top three of the Great Sui Xingjun should not have ignited the "fire of Nirvana".

Come to Shushan today.

And not just for the sake of fighting.

It's also to "find out".

......

......

"The outcome of this competition has been decided. ”

Gu Xiaoyu clapped his palms and shook off the snow and dust on his body.

He still looked careless, but his eyes looked past Shu Xinjun and looked at the "big man" on the chariot of the snowmobile.

Facing Zhu Mi, Gu Xiaoyu was not afraid, let alone afraid.

He smiled wryly.

Without reverence, he asked, "You don't know how to speak, do you?"

The wind and snow are howling.

The confrontation between the two groups of cultivators of Shushan and Xiaowuliang Mountain was originally "evenly matched", but because of the existence on the chariot, Shushan looked a little "down", and in terms of momentum, Zhu Mi alone could withstand thousands of troops.

He didn't speak, just silence.

Gu Xiaoyu looked at the chariot and said seriously: "Senior, you said before, if I lose, Shushan will hand over the Dragon Quest of Lao Longshan, or the third uncle, and now you are defeated." ”

Those cultivators of Shu Mountain silently walked out of the snow and mist behind the mountain gate and in all directions, standing behind Gu Xiaoyu, those elders, several great cultivators whose cultivation realm broke through the Ten Realms, stood away one by one, although the "might" exuded by Zhu Mi was extremely great, but they were silently resisted by these Shu Mountain sword cultivators.

There was a dead silence again.

Zhu Mi finally spoke.

"The innate vajra physique, coupled with the sword qi three floors, my three disciples are indeed a little worse than you, today's battle ...... You don't lose unjustly. ”

Although he intends to come to the door to find trouble, he is not unreasonable.

As Nirvana, Zhu Mi is far from playing tricks with a junior in the later realm, and he is too embarrassed.

He said quietly: "Since I have lost, I will not look for Shushan to 'search for the Dragon Sutra', and the matter of the holy tomb can also be written off." This matter is here, if Wen Tao no longer comes to my mountain realm, Xiao Wuliang Mountain will not chase him again.

”

Gu Xiaoyu wants an explanation.

That's what he said.

The faces of several elders in Shushan have become a little ugly...... This gambling fight, completely unequal, if you lose, Shushan has to hand over people, but also hand over a scripture, the grievances between the two sects have been a long time, Zhu Mi can take the "holy tomb" to the door this time to ask for the guilt, what about the next time?

They looked at the chariot with anger written across their faces.

But there is nothing to be done.

Dare to be angry but dare not speak.

Gu Xiaoyu smiled and asked, "Senior Zhu Mi, that's all?"

He is a naturally bold master, what is Zhu Mi, when Mr. Ye was there, he Gu Xiaoyu had never seen anything, Wang Yi came to gamble, but the great-ancestor of Qiang Mountain, but he had a lot of blood, and now he has changed Zhu Mi...... How could this matter be over?

Zhu Mi hummed calmly and said, "Of course that's all...... What more could you want?"

Gu Xiaoyu was neither humble nor arrogant, and said indifferently: "Since it is a gambling fight, I am willing to lose the bet, Xiao Wuliang Mountain wants Shushan's 'Dragon Sutra', in exchange, since the predecessors lost, they will borrow my 'Dayan Sword Sutra' to take a look." That's not too much, isn't it?"

"Presumptuous. ”

As soon as the words fell.

Shu Xinjun came to Gu Xiaoyu's face, his eyes looked past the yellow-haired young man, stared at the sword cultivators in Shushan, and coldly scolded: "The 'Dayan Sword Sutra' is the secret of my little Wuliang Mountain, how can it be easily borrowed by others to read? ”

This sentence is thrown.

An elder of the Shushan Dark Sect couldn't help it, he stretched out a hand to protect Gu Xiaoyu, came to Shu Xinjun, and said angrily: "You are a small Wuliang Mountain, climb my mountain gate, ask for scriptures, and be extremely shameless." The Great Yan Sword Sutra is a secret that is not passed on, and the Dragon Sutra can be easily passed on?"

"Since it is a gambling fight, I am willing to gamble and lose. ”

The elder said coldly: "If you don't want to, please leave this place, today's shame in front of the gate of Shushan will spread throughout the four realms of the Great Sui." ”

Shu Xinjun frowned.

He didn't speak, as if lost in thought.

The elder who was protecting Gu Xiaoyu heard Shu Xinjun's questioning.

"I've heard...... Shushan sword cultivation, boasting that its sword is like a bone, would rather not give in?"

The elder stared at Shu Xinjun and said word by word, "That's nature. ”

The man in green shirt with his hands on his back suddenly made a move, his speed was extremely fast, he raised his right hand, turned into a phantom, and with a "snap", the elder who was protecting Gu Xiaoyu flew out sideways, and was beaten by this palm, and his body was shattered, and his cheeks were bulging.

This palm, not fatal, is purely humiliating.

Shu Xinjun's expression was sincere, he glanced at the elder who fell to the ground, and asked suspiciously, "What do you mean that its sword is like a bone, and it would rather be unyielding?"

There was a silvery glow.

Shushan sword repair, up and down the sword.

Shu Xinjun smiled and said: "I beat you, red eyes are desperate, this is the 'sword bone' of Shushan." ”

The elder who fell to the ground, covering his cheeks with one hand, his eyes were scarlet, and the other hand was slowly raised, signaling to those disciples behind him not to make a move...... The two holy mountains are facing each other, if someone really makes a sword, then today's matter will be fulfilled by Shu Xinjun's wish, with Zhu Mi in charge, Xiao Wuliang Mountain can't wait for today's matter to get bigger and bigger, and the more muddy it is.

I was slapped in the face, which is a trivial matter.

The humiliation of Shushan is a major event.

The elder stood up slowly, his eyes red, and his hands trembling under his robes...... I think back then, Mr. Zhao Rui protected the face of Shushan so thoroughly.

and today it is broken in his own hands.

Shu Xinjun took advantage of the realm of the Star Monarch to forcibly oppress people, and now there is no one to help him in the huge mountain gate.

Iron Sword Mountain, Laolong Mountain, Wind and Thunder Mountain, the mountain master of the three mountains, or out of the mountain, or retreat.

The long sword in the hands of every sword cultivation disciple in Shushan was trembling.

Gu Xiaoyu gritted her teeth, staring at Shu Xinjun and Zhu Mi

...... He finally understood that the purpose of the people of Xiao Wuliang Mountain who came here today was not a gambling fight at all.

They came here to humiliate Shushan!

Shu Xinjun smiled at Gu Xiaoyu, and there was some regret in his eyes, these sword cultivators actually suppressed the urge to take out the sword.

"Is this the so-called 'sword bone' in Shushan?"

Shu Xinjun shook his head in disappointment.

There was still a dead silence.

Zhu Mi, who was sitting in the chariot, suddenly spoke, "I, Zhu Mi, never deceive people, if you want to read the 'Dayan Sword Sutra', I will show it to you." ”

He flipped his wrist, and a cyan ancient seal appeared in his palm.

Zhu Mi said indifferently: "The 'Dayan Sword Sutra' is engraved on this ancient seal, and today's visit can be regarded as a thank you gift." ”

He paused.

"I have a very personal relationship with the lord of Shushan, but unfortunately I am a friend, and I come to Shushan again today, things are not people, and I teach people to miss ......"

Zhu Mi's gaze swept over the disciples of Shushan and asked:

"The years are not forgiving, where is Lu Sheng now?"

His eyes were cold.

When Lu Sheng was there, he was here and was defeated at the hands of the master of Shushan Mountain.

Today, this mountain gate will be destroyed.

Zhu Mi threw out the ancient seal, and the secret culture of the Dayan Sword Sutra made a monstrous sword qi, and crushed towards the mountain gate of Shushan, and the stone pillar of the mountain gate and the formation of Shushan were stirred out.

And when the ancient seal was about to crush the stone pillar.

In the midst of the wind and snow, a sword sounded—

Zhu Mi frowned.

The ancient seal he threw at random was first hit by a wisp of sword qi, blocking the dense text in the sky.

Followed by...... The ancient seal was actually caught with one hand.

Dressed in a black robe, he landed steadily and landed in front of Gu Xiaoyu.

A fine snow umbrella and two wisps of sideburns with slight frost.

Heaven and earth travel, thousands of miles home.

The hazy snow mist shrivelled the young man's shoulders, he patted Gu Xiaoyu's head, and said softly: "The fight just now was beautiful, and it has improved a lot compared to three years ago. ”

Gu Xiaoyu was stunned.

The little guy who often sits on the top of the Wind and Thunder Mountain, swaying his legs, and is looking forward to Uncle Ning's homecoming, never thought that he would see Uncle Ning on such an occasion.

The little guy was wronged and aggrieved, like a dam bursting, he couldn't hold back any longer, and with a "wow" sound, he threw himself into Ning Yi's arms.

The elders of the Shushan Dark Sect, those disciples, looked at the black robes in the wind and snow, their expressions were in a trance, and everyone's eyes were red.

Uncle Ning.

Shushan waited for four years.

Finally back.

The wind and snow are howling.

Ning Yi smiled, rubbing Gu Xiaoyu's head with one hand, and checking the ancient seal with the other.

Ning Yi glanced at the elder beside him, who had just protected Gu Xiaoyu, and after seeing the injury on the latter's cheek, a trace of imperceptible killing intent flashed in his eyes.

He patted Gu Xiaoyu's head.

The young man's eyes were hazy with tears, and he heard Ning Yi's voice, "You have taken this ancient seal, this is what you deserve." ”

Gu Xiaoyu took Zhu Mi's "Dayan Sword Sutra" with both hands.

Ning Yi disappeared in place in an instant.

In the next moment, he appeared in front of Shu Xinjun.

Exactly the same as Shu Xinjun's previous shot, Ning Yi's speed was faster and his strength was greater.

A slap in the face.

Shu Xinjun didn't see how Ning Yi made a move at all, he only felt that with a "bang", like a hammer, half of his cheeks and even his body were about to be broken by Ning Yi.

He flew out sideways, like a kite with a broken string, ploughed a ravine dozens of feet in the snow, and propped himself up with both hands, and saw that ghost-like figure was already standing in front of him again.

Ning Yi's indifferent voice came into Shu Xinjun's ears.

"Shushan's sword bone, do you understand it now?"