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Broken Night.

Lonely and bleak black.

A piece of stagnant water, a side of old soil, and countless waste swords.

A tomb, the grave where the sword is buried.

These swords, which are not overlapped, each occupy a piece of land, becoming the master of the territory, and cannot be violated by other things. Even if God dies, one side must be divided.

With so many swords, the size of the territory they occupy is naturally different, and the further back they go, the larger and more desolate the place occupied by those arrogant swords.

Thick dust, pitch-black stagnant water, but it can't bury the edge of these swords.

Not many people are qualified to set foot here.

Even if the Li family, which is transcendent in the Seven Great Dynasties, only three people in each generation are eligible to enter. And these people who enter may not be able to tame these rebellious swords.

If they cannot be overwhelmingly conquered, these swords would rather break on their own than become slaves.

The whiteness of the snow stands here.

The swords here are all silent black, incompatible with this agile white, and invisibly, the swords here seem to be pointing at the master of this white.

Tens of thousands of swords are pointing together, and Dugu is killed.

The white-clothed master stood upright, looking towards the deepest part of the sword mound, and did not look at the swords around him.

Boom!

A sword suddenly unearthed, shook off the dust on it, revealing a peerless edge, and as soon as it was ejected, it cut through everything and attacked the white-clothed master!

The swords here are arrogant to the extreme, and they will not allow anything to provoke them, and even if they are broken, they will not endure the slightest humiliation.

Either you die or I die, only these two lonely results.

He didn't care about anything, and the owner in white walked forward slowly, not in a hurry or slow.

Boom!

Countless swords were born, showing a silent edge, unstoppable, buzzing and moving, flapping their wings and ready to fly!

The swords in the entire sword mound flew up in unison, aiming at the white clothes from afar, like a swarm of bees, rushing towards him.

This white cloth is challenging the pride of all swords!

The peerless sword descended in front of the white cloth, and it had a powerful sword qi flying, which could strangle the strong man of the Xuan Realm in an instant.

Every sword here, without anyone driving it, is enough to kill the powerhouses of the Transcendent Realm!

Tens of thousands of swords fly together, enough to wipe out any powerful opponent.

Bai Yi looked straight ahead, with nothing in his eyes, and walked calmly.

Boom!

The sharp sword cut through the void and took the head of the man in white on his neck.

However, as soon as he was close to three steps, the sword suddenly fell, becoming a piece of scrap metal, shaking slightly on the ground, as if twitching, as if crying, and then suddenly dismembered and turned into pieces. The Dragon Sparrow Sword, which was once famous and stained with thousands of years of blood, was easily turned into pieces like this.

Countless swords, peerless swords, attack!

However, without exception, within three steps, these swords all automatically fell to the ground. Some of them still buzzed, as if they were unwilling, while others lost their original luster and fell silent, and most of them were dismembered into pieces.

A sword did not come out, and the sword mound was broken by tens of thousands of swords.

The white cloth came to the deepest part of the sword shrine without any hindrance.

Dark as water, cold, and slightly heavy.

One side grinds without the edges and corners of the stone.

On it sat an old man, a very old man, with only skin and bones left.

The white cloth walked here, the sword qi on his body disappeared, his expression softened, and he respectfully saluted the old man and stood behind him.

Knowing that someone was coming, the old man still looked at the sword on his lap for a long time, and said, "You have been able to defeat ten thousand swords." ”

The voice is flat, not a compliment, just a statement. But this kind of honor, the peerless Li family, may not be able to appear in a thousand years to be able to obtain it. In the past 100 years, there have been two in a row.

Bai Yi bowed his head slightly, and said flatly: "I have never been defeated by a sword." ”

There were so many swords here, but Bai Yi didn't think they were swords, thinking that they weren't enough to be called "swords", so he said that he hadn't beaten a single sword.

The old man chuckled, understood the young and frivolous man in white, and said, "After Li Yixian came, the sword here can no longer be called a sword." ”

Hearing this name, the arrogant expression of the white cloth was a little more restrained, and said, "Too evil too." ”

"It's not true, at the beginning, Tai Xie and Li Yixian were far away, and neither of them could help the other, and in the end, Tai Xie felt that there could be no result, so he fled. ”

"If you flee, you will be defeated. ”

The old man seemed to be caught in a memory, and didn't care about the white-clothed young man behind him, and said, "The sword here, Li Yixian can't even look down on it." ”

"And what did he like?"

"He went to the village and got a kitchen knife. ”

Bai Yi's expression became arrogant, cold as frost, and said coldly: "Immortal Dao and Red Dust Dao, he just chose Red Dust Dao." ”

The old man smiled slightly, but did not refute. In the entire Li family, only this old man guarding the sword mound knows what kind of Tao Li Yixian is cultivating, which is far from the Hongchen Dao that the white-clothed Li Mingzhi said.

Stroking the evil in his hand, as if nostalgic for the past, the old man asked, "Is there anything else you want to hear?"

The white-clothed Li Mingzhi regained his respect and said, "Uncle Shi said words, remember the life rank." ”

"Your master named you a life rank, what rank does he want you to order?"

"The rank of the world. ”

The old man nodded, pulled out the Tai Evil, looked at the undimmed blade, and then asked, "I heard that Li Yixian found a disciple?"

"I will, kill him. ”

The old man did not refute, and said, "You can ask him - this sword, innocent?"

Li Mingzhi nodded, bowed to the old man, and performed the most solemn courtesy.

A fire suddenly rose from the old man's body, burning all his skin and bones into ashes, and the Tai Evil in his hand was tempered by this fire.

Forge a sword with your body!

The old man used his own fire of life to reforge this evil hand!

When the flames gradually stopped, Li Mingzhi raised his head, stretched out his hand to catch Taixie, and put it into the scabbard without looking at it.

The Tai Evil that had just been cast buzzed and moved, wanting to break out of the sheath, but it was wrapped in a powerful sword qi, and it couldn't break through, so it could only be trapped in it unwillingly.

The swords in the sword mound have all yielded to Li Yixian, even this Tai Evil is no exception, so Li Mingzhi needs a new sword, a stronger sword, a sword that has never surrendered to Li Yixian. Otherwise, it would be impossible to defeat Li Yat-sen in the future.

If you want to increase the power of Taixie, you can only use the sword forged with your body. And the old man who has been guarding the sword mound for half his life is the best candidate, because he is the master of the previous generation of Taievil.

Only this old man can make new changes in Taixi.

When Tai Xie was sent to the old man, the old man already knew what he was going to do, so he didn't object. After all, he is still surnamed Li, and it is impossible for him to defect like Li Yixian, so he used his last value to make a contribution to the Li family.

Li Mingzhi slowly walked out of the sword mound, stepped out, and came to the waterfall of the flying stream.

The head of the Li family, who was standing on the Feihong Bridge, looked at the splashed water droplets, and did not ask about the evil thing, but said calmly: "Spring and Autumn Gate, open." ”

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Little Red Flower was dressed in a strong suit, heroic, standing on the top of a mountain, looking towards the mountain peak not far away, and behind her, there was a woman dressed in simplicity, the woman was very gentle.

"Little flower, the scenery on the Mowgli is probably better than ours here. The woman's voice was soft and warm.

"Mother. Little Red Flower turned her head, took out a small flower, and said with a smile: "On Wuji Peak, how can there be such a beautiful little flower?"

"There is no place like you as beautiful little flower. ”

Little Red Flower took out another big flower and said, "Little Flower, how can you be more beautiful than this bigger flower?"

The small flower refers to the small red flower itself, and the large flower naturally refers to the mother.

Mother gently touched Little Red Flower's face, and said with a smile: "Such a beautiful little flower, Mother is really reluctant to put you elsewhere." ”

"Xiaohua will always accompany her mother and will not go anywhere. ”

"Nonsense! How can you not get married? You have to marry someone after all, otherwise the old man Xiaohong will not be hurt by anyone, what a pity!"

"There has always been a mother who loves Xiaohua. ”

The mother's face suddenly darkened, and she said guiltily: "It's the mother who is incompetent and can't give you the right to make your own decisions." ”

"Mother, you brought me into this world and raised me to grow up so big, it is already the greatest gift to me, Xiaohong can only be grateful to you constantly, constantly, constantly!"

"But ......"

"Mother, don't worry, Xiaohong will take care of this matter, if Xiaohong doesn't want to marry, no one can marry Xiaohua. ”

"Xiaohong, are you going to the Spring and Autumn Gate?" asked the mother very distressedly.

"Hmm...... Xiaohong already has someone to partner with, and there will be no danger. ”

"Who?" the mother immediately looked into Xiaohua's eyes, afraid that she would lie.

"He's not as good as that disgusting guy, but he's barely okay!"

"Who is it?"

"Mother, don't worry, Xiaohua will definitely be able to handle this matter, you see Xiaohua grow so big, when did you do something imperfect?"

"Our little flower is the most perfect, it's just ......"

Knock! Knock!

The sound of the bronze bell came, and the little red flower looked towards Wuji Peak.

The mother took a step forward, immediately figured out the reason, and said, "At this time, the ancient emperor bell was ringed, and it should be the Spring and Autumn Gate opened." ”

"Isn't the Spring and Autumn Gate supposed to open in a year?"

"There is no exact time for the opening of the Spring and Autumn Gate. ”

Xiao Honghua's heart was slightly startled, and suddenly remembered the person she wanted to be with, and she couldn't help frowning slightly, a little worried that the person would hold her back.

"What's wrong, Little Flower?"

"Oh, Mother, I'm going to Mowgli Peak. ”

The mother suddenly grabbed the little red flower, and suddenly had an ominous premonition in her heart, and said reluctantly: "There can be no taboos, but there needs to be taboos." ”

"I remember my mother, and I will come back to pick you up. ”