There is rain in Tangling, and the sky is no longer bright.

There is a dark cloud in the sky, if you look closely, you can see that there is thunder flashing in the dark cloud, like a fine chain, entwined between the clouds, locking the sky, but also locking a heaven and earth.

The black robe fluttered irregularly in the rain, like a night blown by the wind. There is a layer of fog shrouded in the faces of the Meizu people, and they can't see their faces clearly, and they can't distinguish between men and women.

Bai Jiujue was very uncomfortable, because these people were too mysterious, but he was not afraid, because mystery was not invincible.

From the beginning of Tangling until now, the people of Meizu have always acted for a goal, no one has seen them make a move, and even until now, they have not made a move.

However, before the people moved, the sky darkened, and the wind and rain blocked the city, and the Tang Tomb was blocked.

How much preparation has Xili made for this?

The world is never at peace.

A black robe walked out of the crowd and came to the front.

This is the place where the avenue connects the stone steps to the high platform, and it is also the only open space between the two of them in the west and Bai Jiu Ximenye, and the rain here is as heavy as in other places.

Tang Ling was locked, and the two were trapped in it to face the Meizu people, no matter how you look at such a scene, there will be no good result.

Bai Jiujue's process would not be very good, and Ximen Ye wanted to try his sword.

Judging from the arc of walking and the slight body, this Meizu man is already very old. He came to the two of them and looked over, and the mist-like color on his face slowly dissipated at this time, revealing his face.

His face was pale, and there was a disgusting, frightening color under his skin, a dying cyan. But the smile on his lips was charming, because he was really handsome, and that handsomeness was beyond the confines of words, as if it did not exist in the world, it was fascinating and terrifying.

He always carried a lantern in his hand, and in this dim world, it emitted a leisurely green light, making his whole person look even more calm, like death.

The faintly visible thunder chains in the sky were from his hands, there was no breath on his body, and he couldn't see the fluctuations of the cultivation realm at all, but they could block the heavens and the earth, making people fearful.

It's hard to see in the heavy rain, and the sky is so dark that you can't see anything.

But he saw a light, but the calm and clear aura before was gone.

His mood did not change in the slightest, his eyes fell on Bai Jiu, and he said with emotion: "It turns out that Changsheng has always been here. ”

After saying this, the smile on the face of the Meizu man disappeared, his expression was indifferent, and he stretched out his hand in the direction of Bai Jiu and the two, pointing from afar.

Wind and rain are like rage.

The temperature on the stone steps dropped suddenly, becoming extremely cold, and countless debris appeared between the wind and rain, which was because of the extreme cold, and the ice and snow froze in an instant. Bai Jiu instantly felt that his body was frozen, and even the true qi in his veins became extremely slow, if this situation was allowed to continue to develop, not to mention fighting after a few breaths, I was afraid that even walking would become particularly difficult.

Feeling such a terrible danger, they naturally wanted to avoid it, but it was raining in the entire Tang Tomb, and they had nowhere to go, and they couldn't avoid it. These raindrops were calm and ordinary, but now they are different, and each drop of them contains the ultimate cold and terrifying aura, not of the earth, but from the netherworld.

The wind and rain suddenly stopped.

It's not an ordinary stop, it's gone.

The wind was silent, and the torrential rain suddenly dissipated, turning into a few thin rain threads, which paused in the air.

The Meizu man looked in surprise, only to see that there was only one young scholar left on the stone steps, and another young swordsman disappeared, his gaze turned to the air, his expression was still indifferent, his eyes were slightly narrowed, extremely long, but full of death.

A clear sword mark slowly emerged from the stone steps, as if to cut through the wind and rain.

The sword mark was not from anywhere else, it was the young swordsman who had disappeared on the stone steps earlier, and he was about to fall in the sky with the sword mark.

"I have a sword that can make heaven and earth fear."

Among the sword marks, Ximen Ye seemed to have crossed a layer of luster, his bare upper body facing the wind and rain, and between his eyebrows and eyes, there was a bright edge.

The sword marks rose from the ground, cutting through the wind and rain, and then fell from the sky, threatening to cut through the black robe.

The Meizu man looked at the sword mark and smiled slightly, his expression showed a look of remembrance, but he didn't say anything.

He naturally knew that sword, but he didn't expect that after a hundred years, the decisive heaven that startled the humming of ten thousand long swords in Spirit Sword Mountain actually appeared in the hands of this junior.

He couldn't help but feel a little regretful, the person who could be recognized by the Decisive Heaven was by no means an ordinary disciple in the Sword Sect, such a genius swordsman was going to fall here today, it was really a pity.

But after thinking about it, if the Sword Sect is destroyed, the genius will still fall, so it doesn't matter how sad it is.

So he raised a hand, and then pointed at the young swordsman who had fallen with the sword mark from the height.

The wind and rain stopped suddenly, and this time it really stopped.

The freezing points that instantly condensed because of the extreme cold were suspended in the air, and the same was true of the raindrops, scattered between the heavens and the earth around the Meizu man, and countless splashes bloomed.

Simon paused in mid-air, like those water droplets, he couldn't fall anymore, his face turned pale in an instant, his expression was extremely gloomy, and then a large mouthful of blood spurted out, and the wound on his chest that had previously coagulated was directly ruptured, and the whole person was stained red with blood.

However, the sword mark did not stop, and still fell downward, as if it wanted to cut through the wind and rain, the heaven and earth, and the black robe like the night.

The Meizu man snorted lightly, as if he was a little surprised.

He didn't expect that this sword mark would be able to ignore the rules here.

However, his expression was still indifferent and indifferent, without the slightest panic, he withdrew his raised fingers, and then gently waved them out as if they were dispersing birds and beasts.

The wind and rain dissipated, and so did the finely solidified detritums, catching up with the sword marks.

The sword marks stick into it, like a boat breaking through the waves.

But in the end, it couldn't be broken, because in addition to this wind and rain, there was also a heavy snowfall.

After the rain, it turns into snow, and the black-robed man can change the weather in Tangling with a flick of his fingers, which is not the operation of true qi, but the rule. Only people who are extremely familiar with Tang Ling can have such ability, but Tang Ling is the mausoleum of the Li royal family of the Tang Dynasty, who can know the rules here so well?

"Who the hell are you?"

The one who roared was Simon Ye, but the answer to him was a storm and snow like anger.

The black-robed man didn't speak, he continued to turn his gaze to the stone steps, looking at Bai Jiu's eyes but not indifferent, but excited, happy and expectant.

Reunion after a long absence?

Recovered?

A false alarm?

Or, finally, it will come true.

Bai Jiu met his gaze expressionlessly, he didn't know what the look in the black-robed man's eyes meant, and he didn't think about it. In the next moment, all the true qi that existed in his body erupted. Then, he stretched out a hand and pointed it at the black-robed man from a distance.

"Takayama"

As he spoke, the earth shook suddenly, and the houses in the city collapsed in an instant, the avenue cracked silently, and countless cracks like spider silk appeared in vain.

They roared and roared, smashing the wind and snow, tearing the sky apart, and frantically gathering in the direction of Bai Jiu's finger.

The city collapsed, and with it came the boulders.

"Confucianism, follow the law?"

There was a loud rumbling sound in the sky, it was the sound of boulders piling up, and between the roars, countless boulders of dust poured towards the black-robed man, like a condensed and rising whirlpool, firmly sealing it inside. Between the piles, a huge mountain floating high in the air suddenly formed.

The black-robed man was suppressed by the giant mountain and sealed it in, and he could no longer show the slightest breath.

The mountain floated in the air, like a gray cloud as thick as stone, and the mountain gradually turned white, and then fell from the sky and slammed heavily on the ground.

The earth shook violently, and a loud noise echoed between heaven and earth, it was the sound of the compressed air of the mountain, and I don't know how many houses were crushed and how many lanes were destroyed in the shaking.

A fog rose quickly, and it was smoke and dust, broken and shattered.

Heaven and earth calmed down in this tremor.

Bai Jiu sat down on the ground, his face was extremely pale, like a piece of unsullied white paper. If you come to the small world in his body at this time, you will find that in the fertile plain, the huge lake has disappeared, only a few trickles of water shuttle between the mountains, and the ground of the plain is still wet, which shows how sudden the lake disappeared.

This was the first time that Bai Jiu had completely used the mountain style, and it was also something he realized from the landscape painting. The landscape painting scroll given by Hua Jin, as well as the huge landscape mural located in the treasure house of Dayu, Bai Jiu realized that this is the meaning of the landscape. But he knew very well that in a realm like him, he couldn't fully exert the above moves, and even just starting the high mountain, he had already exhausted all his true qi, so it was conceivable that the subsequent moves.

Ximen came to Bai Jiu's side at night, his wound was still bleeding, the whole person looked miserable, but he didn't fall, his face was even whiter than Bai Jiu's, and it was very ugly, like a layer of white wax.

Gao Shan suppressed the black robe, and it seemed to be over together.

But he came to Bai Jiu's side, not to talk, let alone rest, but to protect.

There is more than one black robe in the field, and the mountain is suppressed, and there are many people in black robes on both sides of the avenue who can't avoid being pressed into the mountain, but there are still some who have not been pressed down, and are now on both sides of the mountain.

However, they were not the ones who Simon was wary of, because they had never made a move, and it seemed that they would never do so.

Maybe it's also because the sky is still snowing.

The black robe has changed the rules of Tang Ling, and the cultivation realm that is displayed between raising his hand is no longer something that can be achieved by a mere divine shortage, and the rain and snow of heaven and earth come from the hands of the black robe.

But now the wind and snow have not stopped.

Bai Jiu was silent, not knowing how to express his feelings at this time.

Simon looked at the mountain at night and did not dare to put down the sword in his hand.

A crisp sound resounded between heaven and earth.