"Your Highness has arrived!?"

The demons hurriedly used their skills to sober up, Xiong Lie was the most direct, and he was stunned to give himself two slaps, but at this time, he couldn't remember the face of the heavenly demon powerhouse.

Xiong Zhen, who came, didn't seem surprised, and replied calmly: "The news from the brothers patrolling ahead has come back that His Highness seems to have been stopped by the human race and is about to have a conflict, so he avoided the Demon Mountain."

There was no concern in tone, and the snow was ruthless in their hearts, no different from a god.

"Where is the rampant rat generation, dare to obstruct His Highness! Come with me, brothers." The tiger thundered in the lead, and all the demons followed it, and there was unprecedented cohesion and harmony.

Xiong Lie went out and roared to the sky, and the people in the depths of the mountain forest rushed to hear the sound, and instantly gathered tens of thousands of bears, and at a glance, the lowest was the Great Demon Realm, and they advanced towards the outside of the mountain.

Liang Tian followed the demons, still a little drunk, here leaning on the realm of the Cloud Sword Sect, the ruthless strength of the snow Jun Ze is also clear, how can he allow someone to offend for no reason? Besides, if you can make it pay attention to its recourse, it must be at least the level of heaven and man, right......

The late autumn breeze was blowing, and Liang Tian felt a sense of slaughter and desolation for no reason.

Xiong Lie's territory is not far-reaching, and the thousands of miles away are only a few under the feet of the big demons, and they have reached the border of the demon mountain in about a cup of tea.

This has not been slightly concealed, the movement is really not small, there are many human monks standing in front of them, and for a while, the source qi is surging, and the demonic power is vertical and horizontal.

Regardless of the confrontation between the two sides, Liang Tian's mind spread early, and soon, he found two familiar figures above the void of the Sword Broken Land.

The man with his back to Yunzhou, his face is vicissitudes, but there is a kind of sharp edge, a strange contrast, probably because time is quietly brewing, he stands stiffly, a little honest, never loses his hand, and does not point out the country, his eyes are blazing hatred, and hot emotions.

Sure enough, it was the palace master who came, Liang Tian sighed slightly, and when his mind turned to the opposite Xue Ruthless, he noticed a light smile on the corner of his mouth, fleeting.

Discovered? Liang Tian was a little stunned, "Snow Phase", which had been hidden from a group of heavenly demons and mysterious Qing adults, was instantly peeped into, was there another mystery, or was the snow ruthless too strong?

"Gongfa is only a means of exercising strength; And power, which can be controlled, can naturally be cracked. Heaven and earth are vast, and nothing can be trusted."

Xue's ruthless voice suddenly sounded in his heart, there was no trace to be found, but it was a very precious point, Liang Tian shook his head, he couldn't help but look at it from afar, vaguely still the same as before, white eyebrows and white hair, white clothes were indifferent, only a little ice blue between the eyebrows, and suddenly turned into three points of tenderness.

He just stood there casually, not moving, with the reflection of the wind and clouds in his eyes, or more.

Spanning three hundred years, the two brothers met again, and they were still vaguely arrogant and upright.

"It's early winter, and you're just in time." Finally, the senior brother broke the silence.

"It's early winter, and I know you'll be there." Feng Xiyun's eyes were a little hazy, and all his thoughts were hidden.

"Did the old man tell you?" Xue ruthlessly glanced at Jun Ze, who was also watching not far away, intentionally or unintentionally, he had known a lot of things for many years.

"Don't be disrespectful to the elders," Feng Xiyun paused, adding, "Back then, she called the Sect Master's uncle."

Xue Ruthless suddenly smiled, a little cold: "Xiyun, it's been so long, you

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is still so awkward and restrained, if it weren't for the old love, he wouldn't have been able to have this stable old age."

When Jun Ze heard this, he just shook his head and smiled bitterly, as if he acquiesced.

After all, Feng Xiyun has lived in the south for a long time, and he is not clear about the situation in the north, so he was silent for a long time before responding: "I will come to the Ice Field Snow Ridge to find you at this time."

"Do you want to worship?"

"If I win you, it's not too late to go."

Xue Ruthless added a smile to his face, as if he was looking at the past disillusionment: "Xiyun, you wouldn't have said such a big thing before. Sword, have you picked it up?"

Feng Xiyun gently raised his palm, and a simple and slender silver-white sword was immediately in his hand, and the blade light was cold and cold, not outrageous

Vulgar.

"By the way, the sword is also a masterpiece." Xue looked at it ruthlessly and with some emotion.

Liang Tian also recognized the alloy smelting method in the palace master's sword through the Heavenly Machine Technique, and knew that the Iron Master's skills had reached a higher level.

Feng Xiyun stared at the sword body, his eyes indifferent: "I got a gift from you in the past, and today I will use this sword to break with you."

"Xiyun, the upright, go along the way, logically speaking, be fair and selfless, not for the sake of peace, not for the danger of easy action. Back then, Ah Li and I admired your temperament to forge this sword with you, and after that, you have done well enough after three hundred years of hard work." Xue's ruthless voice was low, Xu because of remembrance, Xu because of the name.

"It's not helpful to talk too much."

Feng Xiyun's expression was always firm, and after saying that, he directly swung his sword, slashing to the opposite side, light and flexible between movements, the source qi and the momentum of heaven and earth were connected, rolling up the storm, and his figure gradually disappeared, leaving only a trace of sword light, like stars, like falling flowers, and the light and extinguish were scattered.

The wind paved the surface, the sword aura was pressing, but the snow was ruthless but calm, and even such a scene made the depths of his eyes even more restricted, until the moment before the blade was added, the ice blue light bloomed in front of him.

The cold spread wildly, the hurricane was also torn, Feng Xiyun flew out of the distance with his sword in his hand, but his eyes were staring at him deadly, and there were finally some memories and sorrows on his face.

"Xiyun, you're slacking. I don't want to see her behind her, and there will be no more flying flowers under the sword."

Xue's ruthless voice came slowly, and his tone was not without reprimand, as if he was complaining that the little junior brother had not used this sword technique well.

Liang Tian recognized this sword, and in that memory, he had seen them practice repeatedly, and Su Li personally passed it on and called it "Flying Flowers".

Su Li's life, leaving two swordsmanship, "Listening to the Snow" and "Flying Flowers", one static and one moving, the former counterattacks and defends, and the latter attacks and makes difficulties.

Once the martial arts level reaches the masterpiece, it can be integrated into the attributes and artistic conceptions, and exert a power far beyond its own cultivation.

The falling flowers gradually lost the eyes of the demons, and a sword sent the ghost door to the funeral!

The poems that circulated three hundred years ago are about the great name of this flying sword.

Xue's ruthless words did not affect Feng Xiyun's mood in the slightest, and even his expression that was moved by the aftermath was retracted again.

Although the senior brother was very hidden back then, in the inheritance of the sword, he was also the only one who was recognized and praised by Su Li.

Since he regained the Shundao sword, he has never slackened for a day, not to mention the most familiar two styles of listening to snow and flying flowers, this sword is not the most peak posture!

Feng Xiyun on his body

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Suddenly a terrifying force rose, pure, majestic, Liang Tian, as a bystander, clearly felt the heart of the righteous path of jealousy and hatred, sticking to it and unyielding, is this the artistic conception of the palace master?

The artistic conception of another heart attribute has no sharp texture, and it is not as good as the sword intent.

By the way, the sword fluttered up, the flying flowers fell again, and the storm set off was even greater, and the monks of the two races who were thousands of miles away couldn't help but look sideways, but the demon trembled slightly, but the human race looked comfortable bathing in the spring breeze.

The artistic conception of the attributes of the heart seems to have its own intimacy, and there are completely different differences in the places where the same force is affected.

Xue ruthlessly felt the strong will in it, and revealed a little abruptness: "It's really hard for you."

Raising his hand to stroke the Yushuang Sword, he suddenly flew away with peanut ice, and also swept away, the sword shadow intertwined in the void, but it was beyond the reach of the eye, and the two of them mastered the square inch very well, and the strength fought together and fell, and there was no piece of sword light scattered.

This time, the senior brothers actually fought to a draw, you came and went, and there was a stalemate, but Liang Tian easily captured the ruthless beauty of the snow from the perspective of a bystander.

It's like many years ago, when I instructed my junior brother to learn the sword, whatever move he came, he used whatever move he used to resist and dismantle.

This state lasted for a long time, until the next dawn came, and the face of the palace master suddenly appeared with pain, and the artistic conception instantly collapsed

The aftermath was shot horizontally.

"Are you insulting me?"

Feng Xiyun's face turned slightly pale, and there was a little resentment in his eyes, and he questioned sternly.

He couldn't see that he was holding his hand, but the more it was, the more embarrassed and angry he became.

"It's hard, isn't it, holding on to the past?"

The heart was pierced on the spot, but Feng Xiyun didn't say a word, but the sword was covered with source qi again, and the mind that recovered a little bit urged the artistic conception again, there was no rule move, and the sword went away.

Xue Ruthless's body flickered slightly, and the blow missed, this was the first time he dodged, and his expression gradually became indifferent.

"If you are so cheap, you are no longer worthy to hold the sword in your hand."

Feng Xiyun's emotions accumulated to the peak, and he couldn't suppress it anymore: "In what capacity did you teach me and scold me?"

"Honest people are inevitably pedantic, I said a long time ago, if you don't recognize it, we have nothing to do with each other. After the accident back then, you can hate me and resent me, and cast this righteous path to exorcise demons, how difficult it is, but I don't know that this memory will become more and more turbulent in the future, can your cultivation still make an inch of progress now? I'm a flaw in your state of mind, isn't that what you're here for?"

Snow relentlessly watched from the sidelines, mercilessly stabbing through his predicament.

Feng Xiyun's expression was a little crazy, and he laughed stupidly: "You are always in control of the overall situation like this, are you really right! You are a demon, why are you attached to the world! Without you, the story has no beginning, and how can it have a bleak ending!"

"I have done with my heart, and I have done as she wills, and I have no shame. Although I am a demon, I am worthy of anyone other than Ah Li. Xiyun, if you have a moment when you can get rid of the prejudice between humans and demons, you will know that the good and evil in this world are really a choice from the heart. Your flaw is not mine, you chose to stick to the wrong path, and you picked the wrong one from the beginning."

Snow Ruthless was not affected in the slightest, his heart was exceptionally transparent and firm.

"Haha-" Feng Xiyun smiled a little desolately, and the emotions in his eyes couldn't be seen clearly: "Creation karma, how about Naizhi, senior brother, I still have a sword, invite you to go down to Jiuquan with you!"

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