The snowflakes are flying, the earth is white, only a gray figure jumps and moves in the snow, suddenly jumps up, suddenly falls, sometimes like a roc spreads its wings, sometimes like a chicken pecking rice.

Bang bang, the sound of striking iron in the swordsmithing workshop not far away was sonorous and powerful, and the petals of the snowflakes around the earthquake were torn apart and turned into fine powder. It can be seen that this person's cultivation is profound.

Ruan Qingyun's body has recovered a lot, and he has also made many improvements in his swordsmanship. At this moment, he was holding a red sword in his hand, and if you looked closely, you would know that it was the Earth Demon Sword that pierced him. According to the old man, the Earth Demon Sword belongs to the top-grade fairy sword in the Sword Mountain, and it can be said that Ruan Qingyun was also a blessing and misfortune that time.

At first, he hated this sword a little, and almost killed himself, but later he couldn't resist the temptation of the old man, so he still chose this sword, but his cultivation was limited and he couldn't exert one or two of the power of this sword. The old man swung out with a sword, and a mountain was cut in half, Ruan Qingyun was stunned at the time, and accepted the earth shatter in a hurry.

But all immortal swords have spirituality, and the same is true for the Earth Demon Sword. Spiritual things are not something that ordinary people can easily control, Ruan Qingyun is the same, at the beginning, the Earth Demon Sword seemed to be summoned by some kind, and the originally quiet and ordinary fairy sword actually buzzed and trembled, and finally left the table directly and flew up.

At that time, Mo Yanbai's face was very unsightly, and he said angrily: "Evil animal, you still want to leave if you hurt someone." ”

Immediately, the middle finger and index finger of his right hand were put together, and a white light shot out and covered the sword, and the Earth Demon Sword shook violently and was about to fall. But the next moment, it was beating even more violently, as if he wanted to break out of Mo Yanbai's control.

Mo Yanbai snorted coldly, and his right hand increased his strength, "Hmph, now I want to recall, what is Lao Tzu?" ”

The red sword body was even more dazzling under the shroud of white light, and the light was as bright as a star, but after all, it could not escape the cage of white light, and it was frozen in the air for a while, and finally fell back to the ground.

Mo Yanbai picked up the sword that fell to the ground, only to see that he was still slowly slashing the sword body with the two fingers of his right hand, a special mark of the sword mountain, and a small red sword with a strange style was forced out unwillingly.

"Haha, it's okay, this sword will be yours from now on. Mo Yanbai laughed at Ruan Qingyun.

At the Sword Mountain Sword Formation, there were two people with embarrassed faces, one was Feng Kuang, and the other was Yu Jian.

"Senior brother, the Earth Demon Sword was obviously met with resistance when I was recalled, but my cultivation was limited, and I was forced to stop halfway. I tried to contact the Lower Earth Sword just now, but now I can't feel it at all, I'm afraid...... I'm afraid someone touched the mark. Yu Jian had a worried look on his face, a high-grade fairy sword in the door was lost, if it reached the ears of the master, he would definitely be furious.

The top-grade immortal sword, something that makes countless cultivators blush, if it is placed in a small sect, it is definitely a treasure of the town.

"The boss is pressing there for the time being, and we need to find it as soon as possible. Feng Kuang knew in his heart that he was in charge of the Earth Demon Sword at the beginning, and if it was detected by the master, the consequences could be imagined.

Since then, the Earth Sword has become Ruan Qingyun's personal sword.

With a move to slash the sky and the moon, the reckless snowflakes rolled up the white waves, and the wind and snow roared up in the sky, forming a white dragon, and this sword was much more refined than before.

It's just that no matter how hard he tries, he can't cultivate the slightest spiritual power after all, and he can't even feel spiritual power. Mo Yanbai just smiled and didn't say anything.

Bang bang Walking towards the swordsmithing workshop, the snowflakes fell, white, plain, perfect without the slightest flaw. If a person's life was as short as a snowflake, what would you choose to do? or nothing.

"Master, I'll come. Ruan Qingyun took the hammer in Mo Yanbai's hand, took off his upper body clothes to reveal his strong muscles, skillfully wielded the hammer to exercise equipment, beating, quenching, beating again, quenching, and so on, again and again.

Since he recovered from his injury, he has become Mo Yanbai's coolie, pulling him to exercise equipment from time to time, and saying that striking iron is also part of cultivation.

"A good piece of equipment must withstand a thousand tempers, and the same is true for people, tribulations and hardships make people strong, if you can't withstand the initial blow, then you can't become a shining and dazzling high-grade fairy sword. Mo Yanbai's voice sounded slowly, just like a well-honed old craftsman teaching his little apprentice.

Compared to the ice and snow world outside, the temperature in the sword-casting furnace was much higher, and after a while, Ruan Qingyun was already sweating profusely. Ruan Qingyun is stronger than when he first came to Sword Mountain, and his figure is much taller, which may be due to the effect of long-term iron.

"Everybody is a quick unpolished jade, and if you can't bear to polish it, cut off the extra edges and corners, and polish off the protruding scraps, it's just a stone after all. So, you have to be ruthless in polishing yourself, grinding away the rough skin, and showing your inner essence. Mo Yanbai looked at the red-hot iron, tempered one by one, and the thudding sound of striking iron mixed with his earnest preaching.

The iron slowly thinned and slowly formed the shape of a sword, and the sweat dripped down in large pieces, making a sizzling sound when it fell on the reddish iron, and the prototype of a sword had been formed.

The sky is slowly getting dark, the sound of striking iron is gradually disappearing, the wind and snow are still not stopping, the environment here is indeed a little annoying, but Mo Yanbai likes to live here.

He said that winter is the end of the year and the beginning of a new year, at the end you think about what you have done, and at the beginning you think about how you will spend the new year.

The gray sky is like a depressed mood, and I don't know how my father is?

Thinking of the situation that day, Ruan Qingyun was even less confident that he would be able to see her again in the future, perhaps the distance between some people is heaven and water. For Qiu Zhuohua, Ruan Qingyun seems to have a natural sense of closeness to her, this feeling is indescribable, looming, as if she was a lover in her previous life.

Closing the doors and windows, the wind and snow were silent, Ruan Qingyun sat at the head of the bed, and suddenly a red shadow jumped out from the purple flame on his forehead, Ruan Qingyun didn't need to look at it to know that it was the dead bird, this beast had been with him for almost a year.

The red shadow flickered, and he looked at Ruan Qingyun condescendingly: "Yes, I have been able to master the Ziyan Divine Fire for a while." ”

With a snort, a ball of purple fire erupted from the center of his eyebrows and burned towards the red shadow. The red shadow's body twisted to pass through Zihuo's attack, "Don't bother in vain, you can't hurt me." ”

Ruan Qingyun looked at that beautiful face, since she lived in her eyebrows, although there was no direct harm to herself, it was a hidden danger after all: "Dead bird, one day, I will subdue you." ”

The red figure smiled contemptuously, this guy, how to say it, doesn't feel bad, at least he doesn't hate him, but it is not to the point of supporting him with his body, from the beginning it was for the Ziyan Shenhuo in the center of his eyebrows: "Then I'm looking forward to it." ”

The next day, before dawn, Ruan Qingyun got up.

After washing, I went to practice my sword. The wind and snow howled, and a red light rose and fell in the snowflakes. Cutting Tianyue, he is now more skillful in using it, and the Falling Golden Crow is also a lot more familiar, but it is a little difficult to reverse yin and yang and chaos in the world, and he can barely use it, and the power is not as great as that of Cutting Tianyue, and his body seems to be evacuated after making the move, how strong these two moves are, he doesn't know, but judging from the state of the user, these two sword moves are obviously extremely laborious.

On this day, Mo Yanbai got up very early, he came to see Ruan Qingyun practicing swordsmanship, and from time to time he pointed out the mysteries of swordsmanship.

The moon, the heavens, how to cut it?

You have to have great magical powers, and you can't have great magic powers!

With the power of mortals, cut the sky and the moon

There are few in the world!

"Qingyun, your trick of slashing the sky and moon is a bit hot, and the others still have to be practiced diligently. I'll pass you another set of Nine Swords from the Heavens, which will be useful in the future. Mo Yanbai stretched out his hand and grabbed it, and the Earth Demon Sword in Ruan Qingyun's hand had already reached his hand.

The sky is not yet bright, and there is still wind and snow howling.

The red sword light instantly enveloped half of the sky, like a dense sword net, a total of nine swords were stabbed, but it was like stabbing out of ten million swords, the glory was great, the wind and snow were whistling, and they pierced into the sky.

Ruan Qingyun was a little stunned, there was such a powerful swordsmanship in the world, which was ten million times stronger than slashing the sky and the moon.

The wind and snow suddenly stopped, and the sword net in the middle of the sky was dense, which seemed to be the most dazzling brilliance in the world.

The sword net dispersed, and the wind and snow howled.

Immediately afterward, the sound of striking iron sounded in the swordsmithing workshop not far away.