The ballad of snowflakes, the magnificent withering, the snow, the breeze and the cold strings.

The three-foot sword, pointing at the sword-wielding elder from afar, the thin, short body still exudes the immaturity of a child, the little face is indifferent, the pupils do not have a trace of emotional fluctuations, heartless and ruthless, so he holds the sword, the sword is arrogant and cold, as cold as him.

A leaf knows autumn, a sword is ethereal - sword autumn.

His father named him Jianqiu, and his father's original intention was to ask him for a kind of free and uninhibited. But who would have thought that after some twists and turns, this child finally held the sword, maybe it was all the providence in the dark, or maybe the fate was bumpy, and it was more unpredictable?

"Little baby, your tone is not small, so let Elder Ben try your sword, whether it is so sharp. "The middle-aged sword-wielding elder was a little angry in the face of the provocation in front of the public in Jianqiu. I wanted to teach him a lesson and give him a little warning, but he didn't think about what Jian Qiu really was, in his eyes, Jian Qiu was just a child who hadn't grown up after all, but this child was really a little unreasonable.

Pieces of snowflakes, falling on the snowy land, Jian Qiu's eyes were bright, his thin body crossed an arc in place, holding the carved and carved weeping blood sword, and a sharp sword stabbed at the Wuxin Peak Sword Elder sitting on the cold ice stone, his sword was simple and domineering.

"The sword is a little rusty, it seems that it hasn't been too long to practice the sword, but the root bones are very good, and he has a strong talent for using the sword, but the murderous aura on his body is a little too heavy. "On the cold ice stone, a middle-aged sword-wielding elder. Standing still, facing the sharpness of Jian Qiu's sword, he waved his sleeves, and the snow that drifted in an instant gathered together, forming a short sword, and it was ...... stabbed towards Jianqiu.

Jian Qiu's attack was broken, and several ice and snow short swords slashed through his body, because the sword elder did not have the intention to hurt him. Therefore, the dagger did not do him any great harm. It was just a simple cut of his thin clothes, his white face was as cold as usual, and a violent anger suddenly appeared in Jian Qiu's heart. The Weeping Blood Sword in his hand seemed to have sensed something. I trembled slightly. It was as if streams of blood were surging from the sword's body.

At his feet, a giant lightsaber suddenly appeared, and the purple light of the lightsaber flickered. Suddenly, Jian Qiu moved, he danced the sword and the gossip yin and yang all over his body were spinning, his swordsmanship was exquisite, one step forward, the brilliance was wanton, the middle-aged sword-wielding elder, there was a colorful light in his eyes, and he seemed to be attracted by Jian Qiu's exquisite swordsmanship.

Jianqiu's swordsmanship is exquisite, that is, it has the agility and elegance of Shushan swordsmanship, but it also has the kind of sharpness and sharpness of the swordsmanship of the eastern martial arts.

The tips of his fingers, the purple qi is immense, the middle-aged sword-wielding elder on the cold ice platform has profound swordsmanship, and Jian Qiu's such a stunning attack is all taken down by him one by one, and suddenly, Jian Qiu's figure transformed, and the weeping blood sword in his hand rolled, and the endless blood and qi were hazy in an instant.

The middle-aged sword-wielding elder, his face moved slightly, the blood qi killing was invisible, Jian Qiu actually wanted to kill him! He was furious in his heart, the heavenly aurora was refracted in the palm of his hand, and the palms of his hands were closed, and the purple qi was rolling like a vast blue wave, and the purple qi turned into a purple light sword more than twenty zhang long, and slashed towards Jian Qiu fiercely, the purple sword was very terrifying, and the powerful sword power contained in it shook the earth and shook the mountains and rocks.

After all, Jian Qiu has not been learning swords for a long time, even if he is talented, it is difficult to compare with the same sword elder, a character who has been cultivating swords for countless years, looking at the huge purple sword, rolling down, his immature face, revealing a moment of trance, on the cold ice platform, the sword elder keenly captured Jian Qiu's expression, couldn't help but be soft-hearted, sighed and shook his head: "That's it, that's it, it's just a child after all, how can I be as knowledgeable as him?"

Thinking like this, the sword elder's palm was deflected, and the huge purple sword changed its trajectory, and finally landed on Jian Qiu's side, booming...... With a loud bang, the destructive power of the more than 20 zhang lightsabers burst out, causing the ice and snow to rush and the rocks to splash.

The middle-aged sword-wielding elder sighed, and suddenly his pupils dilated suddenly, and Jianqiu, who saw him, seized the opportunity, and his thin body jumped up, and the weeping blood sword carved with carved feathers directly pierced his eyebrows, and the weeping blood sword sword body was bewitching, and the sword was absorbing the essence and blood in the body of the middle-aged sword-wielding elder, but after a moment's effort, the middle-aged sword-wielding elder was sucked into a dry corpse alive.

"Evil obstacles! The sword-wielding elder is kind enough to spare your life, you are not grateful to Dade, but you still have evil intentions and kill the sword-wielding elder, such a thing that is inferior to a beast, you can't keep it!" A loud shout of anger shook the eardrum of Jianqiu, and all the nominal elders on the cold ice platform sent out their swords one after another, and in an instant, Ling Xuedi was murderous.

Wang Shaoyang snorted coldly, the Jiugong sword behind him came out of the sheath, and the sword shadow of Wandao was conjured, forming a sword rain, and the rest of the disciples on the side stared angrily one by one, and the purple qi came out majestically, and the endless sword shadow cold light surrounded Jian Qiu, who was only fourteen years old, "......Boom", and the thousands of flying swords were pressed down together, and they shook Ling Xue, making the cold and snow still.

Jian Qiu's immature face, he was busy writing indifferently, his eyes were blood-red, like a mad beast, he held the weeping blood sword in his hand, a little under his feet, the huge lightsaber under his feet, suddenly it was like a resurrection, and with a bang, he carried him and flew towards the sky.

The flying sword is like a hornet, a swarm of black pressure comes, Jian Qiu is holding a weeping blood sword, the wind in the air, blowing his immature face and skin slightly moved, the purple gas all over his body is like a big light cluster, he holds the hilt of the sword with both hands, a sword fiercely slashed down, "......boom" A loud sound, like a mountain cracking stone, deafening, under the power of that sword, a lot of flying swords, he was shocked back.

A huge cyan sword, standing an ethereal old man like a fairy, around the old man, there are two peacocks suspended, looking at the thin body not far away, he snorted coldly, waved his hand, and suddenly the cyan sword under his feet, exuding a crescent-shaped sword power, the sword power destroyed the ancient decay, easily disintegrated the barrier of Jian Qiu, in front of him, leaving a bloody scar, the wound was very hideous.

A trace of horror flashed in Jian Qiu's eyes, he drove the light sword under his feet, and flew towards the outside of the Shushan Sword Gate at great speed, the two cranes were clear, their sharp beaks came over, their eyes were cold, and two cold sword lights shot out of their eyes, and the instant wail suddenly sounded, and the two cranes were wiped out by Jian Qiu with one eye.

"Shushan Sword Gate, a group of room palm fire, entered Shushan Sword Gate, but it was about March, relying on stealing teachers to learn art, learning a superb swordsmanship, in the Shushan Sword Gate Ling Snow, once a year in the Shushan Sword Gate Peak disciples competition and competition, kill the Wuxin Peak Sword Elder. ”

For a while, this shocking news spread, and the major forces in the central part were in an uproar, Shushan Jianmen, what kind of existence is that? One of the few big forces in the east, the sword-wielding elders in it, are all the existence of the realm of god kings, a person who has been practicing swords for three months, the most noteworthy thing is that a child who is only 14 years old can kill a generation of god kings with three months of practice, what is this concept? How perverted is this child? In the future human domain, maybe he will become a supreme existence, almost for a while, the major forces began to frantically search for this child, wanting to include him in it, this is definitely a terrifying existence with potential value, given time, it will definitely have immeasurable achievements.

Wang Shaoyang, carrying the Jiugong Sword on his back, with dozens of disciples of Wuxin Peak, is chasing Jianqiu, on the steep mountain peak stone pillar, Wang Shaoyang is as independent as a golden rooster in the neighboring heights, his eyes moved, his eyes opened, and he saw a team of darts shuttling through the forest, and his eyes exuded a chill as sharp as an arrow.

"Let's go!"

He snorted coldly, and in an instant, more than a dozen rays of light crossed the sky.

"I'm waiting, it's a disciple of Shushan, catch me who is afraid of crime and absconding in Shushan, the dart game in front of you, stop quickly!"

Wang Shaoyang's voice was like a bell, a roar, and the countless fallen leaves that shook in an instant, falling downward, the dart game that was rushing in front of him, was stunned for a while, and saw a group of Shushan disciples who came with fairy swords, and the first old man wearing a fur hat was stunned, stopped the team, arched his hand, and said respectfully to the group of disciples in Shushan: "Everyone, the Taoist leaders of Shushan, we have been moving forward all the way, and we have not seen outsiders. ”

Wang Shaoyang didn't speak, his calm face didn't say a word, he drove the sword to the box escorted by the dart bureau, with a wave of his palm, and suddenly a purple gas rose, the box that escorted the dart, the lid of the box was suddenly opened, in it, there were piles of cloth bags, Wang Shaoyang's eyes flashed a sharp blur, purple gas was drawn out of his eyes, and suddenly those cloth bags scattered in two places, and a huge stone appeared in front of him at the bottom of the box.

The old man in the fur hat was stunned, looked at the boulder that appeared at the bottom of the box in amazement, and muttered in some surprise: "This, when did the stone appear in the box?

Wang Shaoyang's eyes moved, and he muttered with some shock: "Pregnant people in the stone, enlighten the Tao with a sword." ”

In the boulder, a boy's thin body sat quietly in it, on the boy's lap, a bloody sword, quietly placed on his lap, the weeping blood sword, the sword body was red, and the whole body was crystal clear. (To be continued......)