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There are also new disciples who are hesitating, whether to bear the terrible pain and climb this mountain to the end of the Ming Dynasty.

Quiet. There was no silence all around, except for the whistling of the cold wind.

Until the end, many disciples stayed aside, gave up this path, and whispered: "It is rumored that there is a terrifying sword formation on this mountain road, which has been built by several innate powerhouses. If the cultivators are not good, they will inevitably be shocked by terror when they climb the mountain road. ”

"It's not a sword formation, I heard that this mountain path is walked by many powerhouses of the Peerless Palace, and its breath remains on it, forming today's coercion. ”

"Now, Senior Brother Muya should be coming to an end. It's a pity, if the prince of Qin Zheng wants to win the Wushuang Palace this time, he will inevitably have a big battle with Senior Brother Muya. And we can only stand here and wait for the results. Alas. ”

Time passed slowly in the wind and snow swaying overhead, just when many disciples were whispering, more and more prosperous, and the scene gradually developed in a noisy direction. Suddenly, a footstep sounded at the end of the ancient road, and the footsteps were very soft, but they overwhelmed the melodious music and the whispers of the crowd.

Suddenly. Many disciples subconsciously turned around and looked at the end of the ancient path in unison. The whispering dissipated quite a bit in vain. Even the middle-aged man standing on the stone platform raised his head slightly, and his indifferent gaze fell to the place where the footsteps came, at this time, there were still disciples who came to participate in the sect examination?

Although there is no time limit for the sect examination, when the first ray of dawn shines on the Wushuang Hall in the early morning, it is the beginning of the sect examination, and when the last trace of the remnant sun dissipates, it is the time when the sect examination ends. However, for the disciples who are late, the middle-aged people still don't get tired of it.

Under the gaze of thousands of eyes, I saw that at the end of the ancient road, in the afterglow of the morning sun, a figure that seemed to be otherworldly, white clothes and snow, stepping on the wind and snow, appeared in everyone's sight like a fairy coming to the world.

"Mo Xiao?" his gaze was fixed on the figure of the white-clothed Shengxue, and the middle-aged man's towering body like a mountain trembled violently at this moment, and his indifferent expression was like a snowflake melting in the sun.

Qin Tian! With this somewhat unfamiliar and familiar name, many of the disciples of the Peerless Hall were first a little confused, and then their expressions were dumbfounded. The dust can hide the cold light of the sword, but it can't hide its edge. Even if some people leave, when they reappear, their edge will tear apart the shackles of memory.

The wind became more urgent, and the snow fell on Qin Tian's body obliquely.

Carrying the ancient sword, Qin Tian's steps were not messy because of these gazes, still so unhurried, following the ancient road, stepping on the petals all over the ground, as if walking out of the clouds, until he appeared in front of the cyan ancient steps, Qin Tian raised his eyes and looked, this ancient step like a ladder has no end, leading to the end of the clouds, like a sharp sword inserted into the sky, faintly, there seems to be a little crisp sword sound on it, quietly echoing.

"Where have you been all this time?" Looking directly at the somewhat dusty figure near here, the middle-aged man found that his voice was a little hoarse.

"Stay in the grave. Qin Tian saluted slightly.

"Law Enforcement Tower?" The middle-aged man's pupils shrank, and he had occasionally thought of Qin Tian in some nights, and he was a little regretful. Even puzzled how this calm and somewhat excessively calm teenager could die in the law enforcement tower, but at this moment hearing this explanation, a shallow smile rose on the corner of the middle-aged man's mouth, "They all thought you were dead, and I used to think so." You've been in that grave for almost a month, and you've endured it. But why did you come out of the grave this time?"

"Didn't Lord Enforcer ask knowingly?" Qin Tian raised his head with a bright smile on the corner of his mouth, raised his head, and pointed to the sword peak that was destroyed by the clouds and mist, "I want to stand on it and see the scenery there." ”

"You're a lot behind. Looking directly into this calm eye, the middle-aged man said softly: "Except for those losers behind you, you are the last to climb the mountain." ”

"The last one?" The smile on the corner of Qin Tian's mouth became brighter and brighter: "Isn't this very good." Often the last person to set off is able to enjoy the scenery that no one can see. ”

A few pieces of snow were swept down by the wind and floated across Qin Tian's face and landed on Qin Tian's shoulder. Qin Tian gently patted the snowflakes on his shoulders, and stepped lightly, casually stepping on the somewhat wet cyan ancient steps, splashing water stains......

There were slight ripples in the wind, and the snow was as cold as a blade blowing on Qin Tian's face.

Countless eyes around were attracted by Qin Tian's back, and most of these gazes still had shock. Obviously, these people have not yet reacted from the scene where Qin Tian appeared, and there are also many disciples of the Wushuang Hall from Western Qin who sneered in their eyes, and came to the Wushuang Hall to enjoy the scenery, does this guy really think that those senior brothers who set off before are air?

The most important thing is that the prince of Qin Zheng is here.

There are many inferior roots of human nature, and often many times they can't see people dazzling, or they can't see people like themselves become dazzling, but they will look up to some people who were born to be dazzling.

For example, Qin Zheng, the prince from Western Qin, challenged the genius of the Western Qin Sword Art Hall and never lost once.

For example, Mu Ya is the leader in the Wushuang Palace, and no one can compare.

Therefore, when most eyes were on Qin Tian, most of them were expecting, expecting Qin Tian to be directly knocked down like they had done before. Despite the strength of the latter, they knew that this scene would not happen at least immediately, but they could not hide the anticipation in their eyes.

"The mountain roads are rugged, so if you want to enjoy the scenery, you have to be careful. The middle-aged man lowered his eyes.

Step 1.

Qin Tian stepped on the sturdy cyan ancient steps, and an indescribable sense of terrifying oppression surged out like a tide on the ancient steps under his feet. Standing on it, Qin Tian had a feeling of trance, as if he was in the middle of a battlefield, and in front of him was the thousands of enemy troops rushing towards him, wanting to crush his body.

For Qin Tian. The gaze of others is like this fluttering snow, even if countless eyes converge together, they can't stop his pace. Moreover, Qin Tian rarely cared about the gazes of others, but chose to ignore them.

Qin Tian raised his head, his gaze swept over the cyan ancient steps, he could see the dappled sunlight sweeping over the plum blossoms in full bloom, and the little spots of light falling on the snow, the beautiful scenery there was pleasing to the eye. Qin Tian thought so, sniffing the faint fragrance of plum blossoms, and seemed to take a breath of enjoyment. With one hand on his back, he is like those elegant literati, walking leisurely on the mountain road.

Often many times, the last person to set off is the best able to enjoy the scenery along the way, and there is no one before or after.

Qin Tian's every step was so light. Deeply afraid of stepping on the petals that fell on the snow, although Qin Tian was under terrifying oppression at this moment, his brows never frowned.

With a smile on his lips, Qin Tian sometimes looked at the endless mountain road, sometimes looked at the swaying wind and snow, and the plum blossoms standing in the wind, this moment. Qin Tian somehow remembered a figure, the white-clothed figure who picked up the sword and left.

The mountain road is bright, and the white-clothed figure like snow is also so bright.

The middle-aged man raised his head slightly and looked at Qin Tian's swaying back, and suddenly saw a white-clothed swordsman holding a sword and fighting the world alone. At the scene where the blood stained the world, I also saw the white-clothed swordsman say to those swordsmen who looked up to themselves as the pride of the sky: "Which of you has ever beaten the sword in my Mo Tian's hand?"

"Your father and son are prouder than anyone else, one sword wins all the Peerless Palace, and no one in Fengge Academy dares to take the sword. Fight alone in the eight wilderness and nine sects, and win the world. Who dares to forget the sword of the past?" the middle-aged man muttered to himself, his slightly outstretched fists clenched, just remembering something, and a trace of regret swept between his eyebrows: blood shackles!

Qin Tian walked and marched until he disappeared at the end of the mountain road, where the plum blossoms were blooming.

The emotions in the countless eyes did not change with the disappearance of Qin Tian's back, and many of the disciples of the Peerless Hall of Western Qin were still pouting, but they were a little inexplicably uneasy in their hearts, and he was really so calm and calm.

It's just that this uneasiness dissipates with the cold wind, and Senior Brother Lin is on it, if he is lucky enough to catch up with Senior Brother Lin, can he pass the sword in Senior Brother Lin's hand? Thinking of this, the corners of these disciples' slightly pursed mouths flashed with a sneer, just with a little regret, and they missed a good show. Compared to these disciples, a few ragged disciples lowered their eyes, as if they were pondering something, and immediately stepped forward again, continuing to step up the stone steps, crawling forward.

Qin Tian has always maintained a calm heart, looking at the plum blossoms passing by beside him, not sad or happy, as he advanced, he could obviously feel the oppression coming from the steps more and more. At the same time, there is also an oppression in this heaven and earth, and this oppression seems to be targeted, only focused on oneself.

Faintly, Qin Tian could also sense that there was sword qi on these stone steps that was about to leak out, stepping on them was like stepping on a sword blade. Fortunately, Qin Tian felt that he was able to bear this pain with a smile after suffering countless baptisms. Therefore, his footsteps are still unhurried, admiring the mountains, scenery, and snow scenery in the sky.

Occasionally, when he raised his head, Qin Tian could see the chaffinch, which was struggling among the mountain streams, the cold wind was as cold as a knife, breaking its wings until it was wiped out in the wind and snow. However, the neighing of these finches is like the sound of the wind in the ears, always echoing in the heavens and the earth, and no one knows how long these chirpings have echoed, perhaps since ancient times.

Qin Tian had also seen the weak fish flowing upstream, facing the cold and biting impact, until they floated down weakly, and were hit by the smooth mountain rocks, and shattered. Seeing this, Qin Tian couldn't help but think that in his previous life, he heard that there were only seven seconds of memory when he heard that there were fish swimming in the water, and it was these swimming fish who forgot the pain of seven seconds ago and went upstream, it was the attachment that was born into their bones that made them so stupid, stupid and awe-inspiring.

Fate is often contrary to the will, the finch flies against the wind, the fish swims upstream, although it dies, its determination is not willing to be bound by fate, not rotting with the grass and trees. Thinking of this, Qin Tian wanted to climb to the top in his heart, and the desire to see the scenery of heaven and earth was inexplicably strong, often many times, people have a will or idea, and their steps will not be so heavy, Qin Tian went all the way up, and never left any footprints on the steps, and the petals on the snow are still so charming.

The bamboo forest on the bright green festival is dotted with this white snowy scene, and when he walked here, Qin Tian finally saw the back of his peers. Obviously, the robes that looked a little gorgeous and expensive were covered with slush, and the immature faces were dazed, and they looked at the front with some hesitation, and the horizontal mountain wind rolled up the sword-shaped bamboo leaves. Cutting through this beautiful snow scene is like a sharp sword, and there are pools of blood on the mountain road on it, which is shocking. It was this pool of blood that made the disciple hesitate and bow his head slightly.

This is a prince from the princes and nobles, Qin Tian's steps are very light, like a warm spring breeze, walking past this disciple's side. His gaze did not stop at this figure, and walked towards the wild curling bamboo leaves, until a fluttering piece of clothing disappeared at the end of the mountain road.

Seeing that Qin Tian said so lightly, this disciple smiled nervously: "It doesn't seem to be as terrifying as it seems." ”

As he spoke, the disciple stepped forward, but the swept bamboo leaves cut through his robe in an instant. The bloody scarlet stained the swaying snowflakes red, and the disciple's face was full of pain and horror.

Thousands of mountains and birds fly away, and thousands of people disappear.

Walking among the bright green bamboo forests, Qin Tian understood this sentence.

He walked for a long time, probably hundreds of meters or more than a thousand meters, and never saw another figure again.

It wasn't until he was at the end of the bamboo forest that Qin Tian saw a ragged figure crawling forward on the snow. It was like a scarlet dripping with a white scroll without pen and ink, and the scarlet blood was a little eye-catching in the white world.

In the fragrance of flowers, Qin Tian smelled the smell of blood, which he had not seen for a long time.

He looked down at the young man who was crawling forward. Qin Tian did not stop, and moved forward step by step.

The ragged young man didn't raise his eyes to look at Qin Tian until the moment Qin Tian's figure disappeared at the end of the wind and snow, and his back flashed in his sight. The corner of the young man's eyes flashed with confusion, this figure. There was some familiarity, but I couldn't remember who it was. With his head bowed and his teeth gritted, the young man continued to crawl forward. It's like crawling to the end, you can crawl out of the dirty, uncared slum and climb to the starry sky.