The night was dark, the moon was cold, and there was silence all around.

On the cliff where the forbidden place of the Boundless Sword Sect is located, there are already nearly more than 100 people, except for the disciples who stayed behind, most of the people in the Boundless Sword Sect have gathered here, led by a middle-aged man about forty years old, wearing brocade clothes, tall and straight, with a short beard under his chin, and majestic eyes.

This middle-aged man is Zuo Zimu, the head of the Eastern Sect of the Infinite Sword Sect.

Every five days, Zuo Zimu will lead his disciples to come to this cliff to watch the immeasurable jade, hoping that one day God can give him creation, so that he can also be like the master and all the uncles, he can see the immortal sword dancing on the bi, and then get a glimpse of the mystery of the fairy sword.

But this spectacle of the immortal dancing sword has not appeared since it appeared decades ago.

Those disciples who have only recently entered the Infinite Sword Sect are very interested in the wonders of this immortal jade and sword dancing under the moon, even if they have come many times and passed by with great success, they still have a bit of luck, staring at the shining immeasurable jade under the moonlight, and refusing to let go of their eyes.

The old disciples, who had been in the business for a long time, were on the contrary, one or two looked sad, the upper eyelids and the lower eyelids were indistinguishable, and occasionally a few suppressed yawns came out.

Year after year, day after day, the shadow of the immortal was not seen, and the northwest wind was full of drink, so the grand event of watching the wall once every five days was no less than a punishment for them.

There are many old disciples in the cold wind in addition to the heart of the head of the family "sincerity, gold and stone for the open" spirit, in this cold spring moonlit night, the body straight as loose as standing there, meticulous, decades like a day.

Of course, there are also some disciples who are rebellious and have extremely shallow ethical concepts such as "the teacher is like a father", and secretly complain in their hearts about the foolish behavior of their own masters.

Time passed little by little, and the light clouds of the closed moon had drifted away at some point, and the heavens and the earth suddenly became much brighter, but they became more and more silent.

The silence did not last long, and was broken by a sudden sound of a male duck, perhaps because of excessive excitement, the voice stammered, stumbled, and was already a little out of tune.

"Quick...... Look, fairy ...... Immortals ...... There it is!"

Needless to say, including Zuo Zimu and some disciples, they all saw the blurred figure on the immeasurable jade, many disciples danced happily, tears of excitement, Zuo Zimu, who was standing at the forefront, also had his lips trembling, and his hands wrapped in the sleeves of his wide robe couldn't help but slowly clench.

The other disciples who were drowsy and yawning for a long time were shocked when they heard the noise, and their eyes widened one after another, looking in the direction of the immeasurable jade.

I saw that the smooth and smooth scenery, the glowing jade has appeared on the jade bi at some point, although it is not clear to see the description of the appearance, according to the body characteristics, there is no doubt that a man is undoubted.

The people of the Infinite Sword Sect on the cliff, after experiencing the initial brief commotion, all quieted down, snorted and concentrated, and stared at the three-foot Qingfeng in the man's hand tightly, and his heart was shocked.

Sword Immortal!

The legend of the Jade Immortal Sword Dance turned out to be true!

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, the sword fairy moved, and the sword also moved!

The body moves with the shape, the shape changes at will, and the ever-changing sword momentum spreads out instantly, sometimes like a white cloud, erratic, impermanent, sometimes like a big river to the east, turbulent and agitated, pouring thousands of miles, sometimes like the wind and electricity, the sword shadow is in the air, and the speed is dizzying......

This is the Immortal Sword Technique?

Zuo Zimu's eyes flashed with strange light, his face was flushed, his body trembled with excitement, and he could no longer maintain the arrogance and majesty of the head of the sect in front of the disciples of the sect.

Twenty years! Twenty years! God opened his eyes, the ancestor blessed, today my Zuo Zimu can get a glimpse of the mystery of the immortal swordsmanship, not in vain in this life, not in vain this life!

When Zuo Zimu sighed, he couldn't help but do his best to watch every subtle detail between the beginning and end of the figure swordsmanship on the bishang, for fear of missing a single inch and missing this hard-won immortal fate.

The Wuliang Sword School may not be well-known in the Central Plains martial arts, but in Dali, which is divided into three acres of land, it is worthy of the famous four words, Zuo Zimu boasts that his swordsmanship is enough to rank among the top five martial artists in Dali, but today when he looks at the swordsmanship on this jade wall, he suddenly feels that the swordsmanship he is proud of is really ugly, insignificant, and not worth it.

The swordsmanship on the jade wall, every move, every style, is so natural, impeccable, interpreting the principles of heaven and earth, natural changes, such swordsmanship, and where is the swordsmanship of his immeasurable sword school can be compared?

The difference between the two is like mud!

At this moment, Zuo Zimu suddenly understood why the master was so obsessed with the immortal swordsmanship on the jade wall after seeing it, so that the time limit was approaching, and he still remembered it when he was lying on the bed.

"As long as my Zuo Zimu can comprehend the three or four essences of the immortal sword technique, it will be enough to dominate Dali, promote the martial arts, and boost the prestige of my immeasurable sword sect!"

At this moment, the "immortal swordsmanship" on the immeasurable jade bi changed again, such as a kun leaping into the north, soaring into the hollowing Peng bird, negative blue sky, absolute clouds, soaring up to 90,000 miles, majestic and majestic, no two for a while.

And after this sword, the figure on the jade bi gradually faded and blurred, and after a moment, it disappeared, as if it had never appeared.

The fascinated crowd suddenly came back to their senses from the subtlety of the "Immortal Sword Technique", and after a moment of silence, complex and inexplicable sighs were connected.

Not only was he happy and excited to have a glimpse of the "Immortal Swordsmanship", but he also felt sorry for the "Immortal" after a flash of surprise, but he disappeared again in a moment, Zuo Zimu's expression was also a little lost, but after a while, this emotion was swept away.

After watching the sword tonight, Zuo Zimu was confident that he would be able to go to the next level on the way of the sword, completely overwhelm the Western Sect, and lead the Infinite Sword Sect to glory.

After a long time, Zuo Zimu opened his eyes, took a deep breath, turned around, faced everyone, and said with a serious expression: "Today, you can see the swordsmanship of the immortals, it is really a great opportunity to create, after you go back, you need to practice martial arts and practice swords, and you can't slack off, understand?"

"Understood, sir!"

The disciples agreed violently, obviously agreeing with Zuo Zimu's words, and regarded tonight's encounter as a great opportunity that they would encounter in their lives, and made up their minds to go back to practice martial arts and sword practice at the same time, they were secretly glad in their hearts, fortunately, it was not themselves who stayed in the sect tonight, otherwise how could they meet such an opportunity?

Touching the short beard under his chin, Zuo Zimu nodded with satisfaction.

"Palm...... Master...... Waterfall...... Waterfall!" The ugly male duck's voice sounded again, still stammering, and he couldn't say a complete sentence for a long time.

What happened to the waterfall?

Looking at the group of disciples who suddenly became stunned, Zuo Zimu was puzzled, frowned and turned around, staring at it, and the next moment, he was also dumbfounded, with a look of shock that could not be concealed.

Under the frost-white moonlight, the waterfall that seems to have existed since ancient times broke from it, and a sword qi that was colder and more dazzling than the bright moon of the nine heavens rushed into the sky, the light and the cold world, cracked the sky, and cut off the waterfall.

The majestic scene of the sword qi passing through and the waterfall being intercepted for a short time made the hearts of the people who witnessed it tremble, and the gods took it.

And after the sword qi, a white-clothed figure holding a three-foot long sword seemed to rise in the wind, crossing the void, with big sleeves fluttering and flying, and the posture was like a fairy, and the moonlight sprinkled on the white-clothed figure, adding a bit of indescribable magic to it.

Zuo Zimu looked at the white-clothed figure that overlapped with the moon behind him, and was shocked in his heart, under this cliff I don't know that there are hundreds of thousands of zhang high, and the surrounding rock walls are more and more golden and iron, straight and steep, and someone can leap up from below tonight.

Moreover, the frost-white sword qi that rushed to the sky just now, Zuo Zimu just glanced at it, it was like falling into an ice cave, his body was stiff, and his blood was stagnant.

Even now that feeling has disappeared, Zuo Zimu still has palpitations.

A sword is like a bright moon rising in the east, intercepting the waterfall and cutting off the stream, such a sword technique is not like all mortals, how can it be human?

Thinking of the "Immortal Dancing Sword" on the immeasurable jade, Zuo Zimu only felt that his mouth was dry, his thoughts were dull, his heart and liver were pounding, and an extremely bold but extremely certain guess faintly appeared in his mind.

Taking a deep breath, Zuo Zimu flicked his sleeves, bowed back three steps, pushed the golden mountain to kneel on the ground like a jade pillar, and kowtowed: "Zuo Zimu, the head of the Eastern Sect of the Boundless Sword Sect, knock on the immortals." ”

Seeing this, the rest of the stunned disciples didn't know that the white-clothed man who flew up was the immortal who had just taken a photo on the immeasurable jade, and hurriedly knelt on the ground with a "poof" like the head of his own family.

"I'll wait to see the immortals. ”

Nearly a hundred disciples of the Infinite Sword Sect said in unison, their voices loud and uniform, almost overpowering the roar of the falling waterfall.

Flying to the ground, Mo Qingge looked at the group of people in front of him with pious expressions, kneeling in a black pressure, and a cult fanatic couldn't help but be slightly stunned when he met the Infinite Sword Sect of the cult leader.

Immortals?

What kind of painting style is this?

It must be the wrong posture of this son!