"Why are you here!" Ling Hua looked confused, his voice trembled involuntarily, and his eyes seemed to roll down. Pen ~ fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info bowed up, and instinctively clenched his fists in front of him, so that he could feel a little at ease.

The indifferent eyes are empty, and nothing can stay in those dark eyes for a moment.

Zheng Xuan hooked the corners of his mouth strangely, without the slightest emotion, his fingertips swept through the air, and there was a buzzing sound where the sword qi passed.

Ling Hua wanted to retreat, his legs trembled, he wanted to defend himself, his hands were numb, he wanted to fight, and his body was as stiff as a stone.

The dazzling light flashed, Ling Hua's eyes ached, and he closed his instinctive protection, his eyes full of despair.

I knew it was so... Why be tempted!

Chirping!

The expected pain did not come, but there was a sound of aching teeth.

Clang!

The unique metal-like humming sound of the sword qi colliding permeated the small stone mountain, Zheng Xuan's fingertips trembled, the feeling of pain had already been numb, the sword qi in his hand was gone, and he narrowed his eyes unkindly, looking at the person who came.

It was the white-haired old man I saw in the main hall of the Feng Clan that day!

"At a young age, you are so vicious?" the white-haired old man's slightly silent voice sounded, but the words he said were very harsh, and his dim eyes burst with a murderous aura.

Zheng Xuan sneered, and did not refute it, no matter how much he said to such a person, it would be wrong. Only the strong are qualified to make rules, and the white-haired old man in front of him is a well-deserved strong man.

Seeing that Zheng Xuan was silent, his face was expressionless, and he didn't have any mood swings at all.

The white-haired old man couldn't help frowning slightly, and a different emotion welled up in his heart. Then his eyebrows slowly stretched, and he was about to speak, but Zheng Xuan's voice sounded in his ears.

"You... Coming on behalf of Qinglan, or is it an individual?"

"Is there a difference between the two?" the white-haired old man was slightly stunned, his gray beard curled up, outlining a disdainful smile. A dying person still wants revenge?

"Naturally, there is a difference!" Zheng Xuan stood up and said with great certainty.

Although he knows that he is not the opponent of the other party, he is not afraid, and life and death are in the sky. Moreover, a strong feeling emerged in my heart that I would never die here tonight.

"Huh!"

The white-haired old man stroked his beard and smiled, focusing on his palm, and a white halo flickered in his palm. In the dark night when you can't see your fingers, it is like a bright pearl that catches people's eyes.

It is as glamorous as a poppy and full of poison.

His palm slowly pushed out, as if it was extremely slow, and only after a breath, the white-haired old man appeared two steps beside Zheng Xuan with a ball of light.

At such a distance, silent, like a ghost, it suddenly approached.

Zheng Xuan didn't react at all, and his vision was still in the previous moment. Until a piercing pain in his chest came to his brain, the twitching nerves numbed the whole body, and the slightly hoarse voice sounded in his ears at the same time.

"It represents both the individual and the Qinglan. What can you do?"

The white-haired old man indifferently withdrew his palm, and the white light dissipated to reveal his dry fingers again, and the tips of his fingertips were dyed red with harsh blood.

Thump!

Consciousness was far away, and the whole person fell into endless darkness, Zheng Xuan slammed face down on the stone slab ground that was stronger than steel, and with a bang, his whole body bounced up two fingers wide from the ground, splashing a thin layer of ash and falling down.

"Elder, he..."

Ling Hua's eyes flashed with excitement, and he pointed at Zheng Xuan, who was motionless on the ground, and wanted to step forward to investigate, but he didn't dare to move with a hint of fear.

"After returning to Qinglan Mountain, I will go to the Criminal Law Hall to receive the punishment!" The white-haired old man's face was slightly gloomy, his silent eyes flashed fiercely, and there was no bargaining in his tone.

Ling Hua was taken aback, nodded again and again, and didn't dare to say a word more. He knew that the elder was angry, but he didn't regret it at all. Although he is good at advocating, the elders still help themselves. When I thought of the punishment of the deacon's temple, I couldn't help but tremble.

The white-haired old man stretched out five dry fingers to clasp Ling Hua's shoulders, lifted him up, and then jumped up violently and stepped away. Only a gust of wind set off in the dark night sky, and there was no trace.

In the small stone mountain, warm blood seeped from under the cool body, staining the cold stone slab red. The temperature gradually faded away, and the wolf howl in the mountains sounded from time to time in the waning moon, telling the loneliness and sadness of the dead.

The cool night breeze blew across the hill, hitting the hard stone wall and turning around in both directions.

I don't know how long it took, the crescent moon peeked out of the dark clouds and showed a white corner, half hidden and half shy.

Hiss~~

A soft sound, like a snake's breath, broke the dead silence.

A small cyan snake the size of a thumb and only the length of an arm writhed through the crack in the stone. Circling around Zheng Xuan's body, the faint cyan halo was pregnant with the breath of life.

Suddenly!

The strange snake pupils of the cyan snake revealed a trace of humanized distress, and the faint pale cyan gradually lit up, and then the green mangs were magnificent, and the brilliance comparable to the sun, moon and stars sprinkled all over the small stone mountain.

The blue faded, and a young girl in the prime of cardamom appeared in place. The elegant and pure temperament is like a fairy in the forest, and the green cheeks faintly reveal the outline of the peerless fragrance, and the beauty is no longer enough to describe.

"Alas, Brother Tian doesn't know how to take care of himself, like this, Qing'er will feel distressed. The girl sighed softly, and the voice of the hollow valley orchid was mixed with a little emotion.

I saw her slowly raise her arm, and the green silk pregnant with the breath of life flowed through her fingertips. The pale blue cuffs inlaid with dark purple lines slipped off, revealing the smooth wrists, and the arms as white as lotus roots lifted Zheng Xuan's already cold body.

The jade finger was on Zheng Xuan's eyebrows, and there was a faint touch of green beating in his smart eyes, which flashed in just a moment. Xiuya's brows furrowed deeply, she stretched out her palm and pressed Zheng Xuan's chest, and the pale cyan aura suddenly appeared, encompassing Zheng Xuan's entire body.

An incredible scene, the casserole-sized blood hole, through the chest and through the back of the heart. The internal organs inside had already been crushed, and under this faint and elegant cyan halo, it was growing rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The living dead, flesh and bones!

An hour passed.

The girl's cheeks were crimson, and her smooth forehead was covered with fine sweat. She didn't realize it, biting her pink lips, and trying her best to maintain the cyan aura that enveloped Zheng Xuan.

The last glance is full of reluctance, and I really want to stay with you.

"Brother Tian, Qing'er can't be with you for a while, remember to take good care of yourself..."

The sound of dream-like murmuring faded away, and disappeared into the night.

Boom!!

The heart that had not been beating suddenly trembled, and then the cold body suddenly let out a breath, and the chest bulged like a drowning person suddenly woke up.

Whew!!

The cold body sat up like a carp like a corpse, and a strange cyan halo flashed in its confused black eyes.

Isn't he dead?

Zheng Xuan suddenly remembered, and his hands touched his chest, it was a solid chest!

"The elf in the dream, the girl who doesn't eat the fireworks of the world?, did she save me?" Zheng Xuan muttered, his right hand propped up on the ground, and the cool and smooth touch different from the stone slab came from the palm of his hand.

He looked down and saw that it was a piece of cyan scales the size of a fingernail, still emitting a little cyan halo in the unclear moonlight, lingering around his fingertips, and it was beautiful.

"Did she leave it?" Zheng Xuan's eyes flashed with a familiar color, and the memories of his childhood flashed sporadically, but he still couldn't remember.

While thinking about it...

The cold moonlight fell on Zheng Xuan's face, revealing a little coolness, a wisp of breeze blew on his face, and a low and dark black shadow suddenly covered the moonlight. He raised his eyebrows slightly, looking at the person who came with a little displeasure.

"Heh, I thought you were going to spend the night watching the moon with me here!"

"Huh, you found me?"

The figure was erratic, and appeared in front of Zheng Xuan in an instant, but it was a skinny Taoist with immortal bones. The hair like snow hangs down at will, and there is no trace of age on one cheek, like a newborn baby, white and jade.

Seeing Zheng Xuan sitting on the ground, the Taoist sat casually aside, holding his chin in one hand and tilting his head to look at Zheng Xuan with squint, wanting to see a flower on his face.

"What are you looking at?" Zheng Xuan's eyes were cold, and a cold voice sounded.

In the secluded stone forest, the silver moon is sprinkled, and being gazed at affectionately by such a big man, no, such an old man, I always feel... Weird.

"Tsk, the boy is not shallow!" the Taoist grinned and said with a cynical smile. The immortal wind bones that came out of the dust disappeared in an instant, and he was disrespectful to the old.

"What do you see?" Zheng Xuan's expression moved, staring at the Taoist's cheek, trying to see a flaw.

The Taoist smiled mysteriously and did not answer, and then his face turned straight and unprecedentedly serious.

Suddenly!

I didn't see his movements clearly, and it wasn't until my eyes locked on that I realized that the Taoist had stood up straight. The left hand was behind him, the right hand was erected with the sword finger, the gaze was obscure and vicissitudes, and a deep voice sounded slowly.

"The teacher once asked you, whether you are invincible in the world or live forever. Now, what about your answer?"

"I already answered you ten years ago. ”

Zheng Xuan tilted his head, looking at the waning moon in the night through the body of the Taoist, his tone was cold and indifferent, not at all like the words that came out of the mouth of a sixteen-year-old boy.

"Even so, I will remind you one last time. That move is the most powerful blow in the Sword Immortal, and it is a fatal blow used to save your life, once you see blood, your cultivation will not be able to withstand it at all. You, do it for yourself..."

The Taoist sighed lightly, waved his arms, his robe danced in the wind, and a dazzling pillar of silver light fell from the sky, shining like day, dispelling the cold night.

The Heavenly Descending Dao, like the light of the Nine Heavens Milky Way sprinkled on the world, the stars lingering, belong to the secret art of inheritance that cannot be learned by the non-head of the Tianshan Mountains.

In the small stone mountain, Zheng Xuan suddenly looked back, and to the west was the Ugin River Basin, a place where he had lived for ten years, full of hardships and childhood memories. This time a bland departure...

Next...

Zheng Xuan turned around indifferently, followed the steps of Master Tian Yuanzi, and stepped into the silver light.