The morning glow is auspicious, swallowing clouds and spitting fog, the rui gas is steaming, the mist is thousands of miles, the vast purple gas is leisurely, the purple gas is empowered and the colorful light is wanton, and the straight peaks are like a sharp sword that leads to the sky, straight into the clouds and nine tripods, and the clouds and mist surround the top of the mountain, which is like the fairy fairyland of idle clouds and wild cranes.

Zhou Wei at the top of the peak, the cranes are flying, the cranes are rotating around the peak, in the haze, a few rays of Xiarui, fluttering and falling, as if the Milky Way is falling, the scene is magnificent and vast.

Whoa......

The mountain rock cliff, the huge water curtain thunderous water potential, like an inclined water dragon, the endless water column rumbling on the rock wall, the angular and concave and convex stones, by the gasping water column, the slapping stirred up the waves gushing and stirring thousands of feet high.

"Heh......"

A sword is ethereal, and all the fallen leaves fall in a row, and in an instant, the invisible power is pervasive, and the sword light and cold shadow are lonely and cold.

Behind the waterfall, with a "......bang", a figure hit the water curtain and hit it, splashing out, splashing and scattering in all directions, the immature figure is full of indifference, although the child is not very old, but the kind of indifference exuded in his bones is particularly shocking.

Water Curtain Waterfall, rushing water, booming like the galloping sound of thousands of horses, behind the waterfall, an old voice came out leisurely: "You can go, there is only so much I can teach, remember to go out, don't kill innocents indiscriminately and insult my lonely reputation." ”

Inside Jianqiu's body, a kappa who is more than a meter long. With bare feet, he walked out of Jian Qiu's body, his face was delicate like a porcelain doll, and his white dress made him look like an elf who fell into the mortal dust.

After the kappa came out, he bowed deeply to the old man who called himself Dugu in the water curtain waterfall, which was sincerity and gratitude, Jian Qiu looked at the kappa's movements. His eyes moved. Some stood there stiffly, with a rigid face, without a trace of fluctuation.

Turning around, Kappa faced Kenaki. Lips move slightly. Jian Qiu nodded clearly. The rusty iron sword in his hand stood in front of him, and he slashed with both hands. Suddenly, a gossip array appeared, and the gossip shook, and suddenly the rusty iron sword buzzed rapidly, and the sword light was cold, and suddenly burst out.

"Bang ......"

In the cold pool, a red light rushed out in an instant, and in the cold pool, a long sword with red light rose out, and the sword was carved with a carved pattern, and the sword body was ruddy, as if it was blood.

"......"

Suddenly, a sky-high power rushed straight into the sky, and the fairy beasts floating on the mountain peaks were screaming one by one, Jian Qiu's palm moved, and suddenly at the palm of his hand, a purple suction force loomed, and with a "......" sound, the sword fell into his small palm.

"Teach those who rebel against the destiny of heaven to use the sword art of heaven, the way of heaven is impermanent, will they come to punish me, an old and immortal fellow?" After a sigh, the waterfall fell silent.

On the mountain peak in the distance, an old Taoist wearing a gossip robe, carrying a sword, fairy wind bones, white long hair, dancing with the wind, Lao Dao's cloudy eyes, shot out two cold rays, the next moment, in front of him, the purple gas soared, turned into a dragon, the old Taoist body was light, jumped on the dragon's back, the purple gas turned into a dragon, in this he a dragon swing tail flew out of a hundred miles.

Next to the waterfall, Lao Dao made a careful inquiry, frowned, and muttered puzzledly: "I obviously felt that there was a terrifying aura that rushed to the sky here just now, why is there nothing all of a sudden......? Strange ......"

Shushan Jianmen, once a year, the competition began, the disciples of each peak, in full swing, to participate in the five-year competition of the same door, on Wuxin Peak, Ling Xuedi, several nominal elders of the Sword Gate under the leadership of a middle-aged man, responsible for a group of disciples, on the Ling Xue Ground Steps.

Wang Shaoyang, the great disciple of Wuxin Peak of Shushan Sword Gate, has a vast strength, the immortal method is mysterious and exquisite, and the swordsmanship is really powerful.

The ballad of snowflakes, floating bright, snowy, shocking cold.

Here, the snow falls all year round, cold and bleak, belongs to the natural cold place, the cold wind is endless, the roar for many years, like the roar of the devil, the invisible wind and waves, blowing in, Wang Shaoyang's hand of the Nine Palaces long sword, a moment of endless wind and snow, around, his Nine Palace Sword rotated, he pointed out, the sword turned again, and suddenly, all the snow that fell on the Nine Palace Sword turned into raindrops.

The opponent's person, using the method of the sword, the purple fairy aura on the tips of his fingers was dense, controlling the sharp sword in the air, "......" sound, turned into a red ray, and stabbed towards Wang Shaoyang, Wang Shaoyang, his footsteps paused, his whole body exuded, a powerful breath, he waved the time, the Nine Palace Sword turned into thousands of lights and shadows, magnificent and brilliant stabbing out.

"Ten thousand swords pierce the heart!"

Shushan Sword Gate, one of the supreme swordsmanship, turns thousands of spiritual qi sword branches for his own use.

Ten thousand swords were shining, and the opponent's attack was shattered in an instant, and when the sharp sword branch was about to hurt his junior brother, Wang Yang waved his palm and withdrew the Nine Palace Sword, and he won a round of applause with this hand.

The sword elder of Wuxin Peak on the top sat cross-legged on the cold ice stone, the so-called cold ice stone is a unique rock in Ling Xuedi, its shape is like an ordinary seat, but the only difference is that this cold ice chair is crystal clear throughout, the ice is piercing, exuding a cold and cold ice atmosphere.

Seeing Wang Shaoyang's elegant demeanor, he touched his stubble, and the middle-aged sword-wielding elder Da Yue said with satisfaction: "Shaoyang is more and more aware of the sword, and one move is turned into thirty-six styles, the moves are exquisite, and the sword point is stopped, which is the sword virtue that people who cultivate immortals should have, wonderful and wonderful, this is the purest way of the sword." ”

Wang Shaoyang, with a wave of his palm, the Nine Palace Sword returned to the scabbard behind him, he humbly arched his hand, and in the admiration of a group of juniors, he said modestly: "Elder Miao praises the sword, Shaoyang is still very young, and there is still a long way to go for the way of the sword." ”

"Good! good! good! not arrogant or impatient, the future is limitless!"

The middle-aged sword-wielding elder Da Yue, full of red light, the more he looked at Wang Shaoyang, the more he liked it, clapped his hands and praised, dancing excitedly like a child, and praised three good words in a row, and the nominal elders beside him also looked at Wang Shaoyang one by one, nodding with satisfaction.

"He doesn't understand swords, and he doesn't understand the way of swords. ”

Just when everyone praised Wang Shaoyang's superb swordsmanship one by one, a very discordant voice came coldly, on the cold ice stone, the excitement on the face of the middle-aged sword-holding elder retreated a lot, and under the gaze of everyone, a half-old child, with a thin body, holding a long sword, walked over with a wooden face.

Looking at the sudden Jianqiu, the costume of a man. The faces of the disciples of the Shushan Sword Sect in Ling Xue Di couldn't help but change again and again, and before Wang Shaoyang and the Sword Elder could speak, suddenly on Ling Xue Land, there were already three or five people who rebuked in unison: "You kid, what are you talking nonsense? Elder Sword Holding is a Sword Master, you are a miscellaneous person, what do you know? I even dare to question his words, don't hurry down Ling Xuedi, this is not something like you can stay in." ”

Jian Qiu's face was indifferent, those eyes, without a trace of emotional fluctuations, he looked straight at the middle-aged sword-wielding elder on the cold ice stone, his face darkened, and he said bluntly: "Although you have superb swordsmanship, you don't know the sword, you don't know the way of the sword, just like him, you are just a sword-user, not a sword-understanding." ”

"You little broken child, what kind of character is the sword elder? You dare to say that he doesn't understand the sword? I want to see it, you little hairy boy is so arrogant, I'm afraid that your family hasn't educated you how to speak, let me teach you what respect is. As he spoke, a man with a sword on his back pounced towards Jian Qiu, Jian Qiu's figure stood still, and two cold small swords shot out of his eyes, stabbing the eyes of the person who came in an instant.

Ling Xuedi, a group of Shushan Sword Gate Wuxin Peak disciples were shocked, it seemed that they didn't expect that this half-old child, a palm fire existed, would learn such a sharp swordsmanship, this time a few disciples stood up, with the previous one's experience, so they didn't dare to be careless, one by one purple fairy qi lingered, and the fairy sword flew like a butterfly.

Jian Qiu's face was wooden, in the face of the ferocious arrow, his figure moved, the sword carved with diamond flowers in his hand, between the waves, the sword body revealed a bright red like blood, circulating in the sword in his hand, a split, slash, stab, simple and sharp attack, was used by Jian Qiu with ease, but it was only three or five moves, and the people who besieged him were all defeated by him.

"This is the sword, without any gorgeous embellishments, simple, direct, the way of the sword, the way of communication between the heart and the sword, the way of killing, the sword itself is a cold weapon, the use of the weapon is only to kill. A teenager was full of murderous intent in his immature tone between his mouths.

On the cold ice stone, the sword-wielding elder's face moved, a trace of surprise flashed in his eyes, he stared at Jian Qiu, and asked: "Your sword technique, who taught you?" It seems to be my Shushan swordsmanship, and it doesn't seem to be my Shushan swordsmanship, I have my Shushan swordsmanship is changeable, but it is more ferocious than our Shushan swordsmanship. ”

Jian Qiu, that little face was tense and cold, he stretched out the weeping blood sword in his hand, pointed at the sword-wielding elder on the cold ice stone, and his immature voice was full of rebelliousness: "If you win me, I'll tell you." (To be continued......)