Rumble!

The snow-capped mountains shattered, and a black shadow stepped out of the air. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Seeing the black shadow, Dao Wuya frowned and said, "It's you?"

This is a young Taoist priest dressed in a black Taoist robe, with a monstrous aura of spiritual perfection, he stepped into the air, stared at the endless Dao, and said indifferently: "Since you have left the valley, then you don't want to go back." ”

Dao Wuya shook his head and said, "Boring." ”

With that, turn around and go down the mountain.

"Look for death!"

Dao Wuxing scolded angrily, the murderous intent burst out in his eyes, and when he turned his hand, the mountain power rose to the sky.

A year earlier, he had been hit by the horse and had to recuperate for a year.

But after leaving the customs, he was told by his junior brother that a person came to the valley and lived for a year.

At that moment, he was restless.

At this moment, he became murderous.

Therefore, a shot is a killer move.

Dao Wuya frowned, his big sleeves waved, and the wind and snow flew all over the sky.

"Boom!"

The flying wind and snow intersected with Wuxing's killing moves, roaring and monstrous, and when the snow splashed, Dao Wuya had turned around and faced Dao Wuxing.

At that time, the Taoist Lord established the Taoist Sect, and for more than 100 years, there were eighty-one disciples.

And if there is no way to do it, it is a great disciple.

The wind and snow fell.

One person volleys in the air, and one person steps on the snow.

The eyes met, and the void cracked.

"Hmm-"

Dao Wuxing snorted, he withdrew his gaze, and blood flowed from the corners of his mouth.

"Who are you?"

Dao Wuxing opened his mouth, his heart was jealous, and the person in front of him could not cultivate to swallow the mountain realm, and his body was severely injured, and his body was broken.

But even so, in the competition of pupil arts, he was actually at a disadvantage!

When did such a demon come out of the world?

Dao Wuyan sighed and said: "Dao Sect one line, eighty-one disciples, with no line of the most!"

"You-"

Dao Wuxing was angry, and although this son was telling the truth, he was still angry, and no one had ever said such a thing in front of him.

Dao Wuya ignored it and continued: "Three hundred years ago, you were fateful, and three hundred years later, you are still fateful. If you can't see through it, there is no hope in this life realm!"

"Who are you?" said Dao Wuxing's pupils gathered and he shouted.

"Don't you wonder why I stayed there for a year, but no one evicted me?"

Dao Wuxing's face changed, and the words of the person in front of him were obscure, and he knew that his heart was in chaos.

Phew!

Dao Wuxing pointed and supported his forehead, confided in his edge, and cut off distracting thoughts. His eyes were clear, and he said, "I don't understand your words, and I don't want to understand them." You shouldn't stay in the valley!"

Dao Wuxing drew his sword, and as soon as his body spread, he appeared in front of Dao Wuxing, and suddenly swung out.

While!

The road is endless, the wind and snow converge into a sword, and the two swords intersect, sonorous.

Dao Wuxing's expression remained unchanged, his body was like drifting snow, holding a sword and slashing out, a sword and a sword, the edge was exposed, but it did not show murderous intent.

But every sword is enough to make ordinary Nian Shan fall.

He has no murderous intentions, but he shows no mercy.

Dao Wuya stood indifferently, the ice sword in his hand swung freely, and every time he swung it, it hit the weak spot of Dao Wuxing's sword body.

His strength does not have the slightest mountain power, and he only uses his mind to hook the aura of heaven and earth and kill it.

While!

There was a loud bang, and Dao Wuxing retreated dozens of feet, and his face was slightly pale.

Dao Wuwu dispersed the ice sword, stood with his hands in his hands, looked at Dao Wuxing, and did not say a word.

"Who are you?"

Dao Wuxing spoke, his voice was a little hoarse, this was the third time he asked today.

Dao Wuya frowned, and said: "The Dao Lord created seventy-two swords for you, and in the past three hundred years, you have only cultivated twelve swords, if you do this again, you will definitely not be able to unify them in this life and achieve the heavens!"

The voice fell, and Dao Wuxing's expression changed greatly.

How did the people in front of him know this secret, you must know that even the junior brothers and sisters of the Dao Sect, few of them know.

Back then, when he practiced stagnate, the master created seventy-two swords for him, and said that when he could cultivate these seventy-two swords into one sword, he would be able to break through to the sky.

Dao Wuxing's mind was agitated, and he was in a trance, and when he came back to his senses, there was no figure in front of him.

"Mulan, boundless—"

Dao Wuxing sighed, he had already guessed.

Looking at the long sword in his hand, he handed it out casually.

Rumble!

Pointed by the long sword, a ravine appeared out of thin air in the mountains, showing the edge of the sword.

Putting away the sword and standing, the young man's qi is ethereal, like a fairy.

......

Thousands of miles away, the road that was walking in the snow was slightly paused, and the corners of his mouth smiled.

Then, keep walking.

He was going to the highest mountain to pick a pure snow lotus.

He woke up his brother and himself.

......

More than 100 years ago.

In front of the gate of Daozong Mountain, there is a young man in a white robe like snow, with awe-inspiring bones, carrying a long sword and leading a heavenly horse. He said to the woman beside him: "Senior sister, I will go down the mountain today, and the day I will break through the realm will be the time when I return!

The woman's pale cheeks flushed, she snorted, and said, "Who wants to marry you!"

"Haha!"

The young man laughed, turned over and got on the horse, the Pegasus neighed, stepped on the sky, and disappeared in an instant.

Only a thin woman was left, looking at the snowflakes flying in the sky, and muttered: "My life is lacking, and your road is endless-"

The woman smiled, her face flushed slightly, she patted her cheek, turned around and walked with broken steps, and left happily.

It's just that she didn't know that what she was waiting for was the news of his death.

On that day, she vomited blood, and was suppressed in the open air.

Her life is lacking.

So far, she has never been out of the bamboo gate.

Because only the intersection of yin and yang in the valley can allow her to survive and live painfully.

Her life is lacking.

Even if you can live, you must always bear the pain that ordinary people are afraid of.

......

30,000 miles away from the Taoist Sect, there are 10,000 zhang snow peaks.

Covered in snow and ice, this peak stands tall and straight as a sword.

On this day, a young man with white hair and white animal robes came on the snow.

He's going to the top!

More than 100 years ago, he and his sister found an immature snow lotus on this mountain.

It is a pity that such spiritual objects are not ripe and unknown. Therefore, the two of them sealed it in a array, and when it was ripe in the future, they would come to pick it again.

Now, the time has come.

The young man's white hair danced wildly, and he rose from the ground, like a big peng, soaring up to 90,000 miles.

Half a day later, the top of the snowy peak. With a long roar, a young figure appeared.

At this moment, his heart was full of joy.

But when his gaze scanned the top of the snowy peak, the joy was gone, replaced by boundless anger and monstrous killing intent.

The snow lotus was gone, and the formation they had laid down back then was broken, and there were only a few strands of snow lotus roots in place.

The endless killing machine poured down, stirring up the wind and snow, and the heavens and the earth roared, this is a big avalanche.

As soon as his body moved, he appeared in the Snow Lotus Relic Place.

"Boom!"

Dao Wuyan's hands rotated, his ten fingers were sealed, and a mysterious and mighty coercion emanated from him, at this moment, he was cold and ruthless, like a god on high.

With the endless seal of the Dao, strange fluctuations appeared on the top of the snow peak, as if there was a bubble phantom derivation, and the snow that fell to the ground floated up from the ground and rose to the sky.

The leaves of a broken spirit grass became tender, and then gradually retracted, and the spirit grass was super short inch by inch, and then fell into the cold ice, and the broken ice healed......

At this moment, time is turning back!