Xiaoman, the air is slightly cloudy.

In the forest, the breeze blew, but it couldn't blow away the bloody breath.

The leaves rustled and shook off the blood stains on them.

After a long time, the forest finally became quiet again, and countless corpses were lying on the rocks and under the green trees.

Suddenly, another wind swept by, and this wind was unusual, it was extremely violent, and it was devastating. Countless cracks suddenly appeared in the ground that it swept through, and the corpses that had been lying on the rocks turned into pieces of broken flesh, and the trees were cut off and the incisions were smooth.

What kind of wind is this?

This is not the wind, this is the sword qi.

At this moment, the long sword in Xia Qiudong's hand was horizontal in front of him, and Wei Nianyao held the sword in one hand and the knife in the other, splashing countless sparks on the brown and simple long sword in Xia Qiudong.

Under the collision of qi and machine, all the things around him turned into powder.

Wei Nianyao's expression was hideous, and he smiled playfully in Xiaqiu and Dong.

"Jade Heng Realm? You haven't held a sword for so many years, even if the realm is still in the Yuheng realm, it's just a castle in the air. ”

His expression was relaxed, but he didn't dare to be careless.

Xia Qiudong picked the long sword hard, and the hand holding the sword turned, and suddenly it flew Wei Nianyao, and slammed into the trunk of the tree behind him, and the big tree immediately snapped.

Wei Nianyao stood up and shook the long knife in his hand, which was not damaged in the slightest.

"With such a sword intent, you were born in Lingfeng Mansion? But I've never heard of Kou Shuangtian's girl having such a pure character of sword intent as you, you are from the rivers and lakes? ”

When he heard this question, Xia Qiudong's eyes were slightly dazed and a little confused.

He looked down at the sword in his hand, and then at the fish and dragon suit on his body, which seemed to be innate.

The instinct to hold the sword is innate, the sword move, the sword intent is innate, and even he feels that his official uniform is innate.

But where did he come from?

Listening to Wei Nianyao's words, Xia Qiudong's eyes were slightly puzzled, but his expression was as calm as ever.

It's like...... It's as if he can't make any expressions.

"What do you mean by that?"

"Whether it is the twelve eunuchs in the inner hall of Chang'an City, or the Lingfeng Mansion in the rivers and lakes, there is no shortage of masters in the Dali Imperial Court, but do you know the difference between the masters in the temple and the rivers and lakes?"

"What's the difference?"

How could Xia Qiu and Winter not know that Wei Nianyao was delaying time at the moment? And he himself wanted to really compete with the famous writer in the rivers and lakes in front of him.

"In the temple, whether it was the only one in Jiuzhou who had entered the Nine Realms Heavenly Pivot Realm from the Nine Realms, or Zhao Ying, one of the twelve eunuchs now, they all had a common characteristic, they must have made a move. The rivers and lakes are different, there is the immortal Li Canglan in the front, and then there is the dictatorship, the white gentleman and others, they are a free spirit, and the sword is unfair in their hearts. The rivers and lakes are the distance of the temple, and the temple is the height of the rivers and lakes, and your sword is obviously more inclined to the latter. ”

"The rivers and lakes are the distance of the temple, and the temple is the height of the rivers and lakes?"

Xia Qiudong repeated this sentence, looking at the sword in his hand. He didn't know why he was holding the sword, but a voice in the dark told him that he should do it.

It was the trance of Xia Qiudong at this moment, Wei Nianyao seized the opportunity, and threw the long knife in his left hand towards Xia Qiudong, and a sound of breaking the air sounded, and the long knife wrapped in the knife intent came quickly, and the tip of the knife reached the eyebrows of Xia Qiudong.

The knife was full of anger, Xia Qiudong's eyes changed from confusion to firmness again, and the knife had arrived, he subconsciously stretched out his left hand and grabbed the blade of the knife.

"Buzz, buzz, buzz."

The long knife roared in his hand, and the knife blew the hair off his forehead.

After the blade, another sword came quickly, and this sword was one of the most resolute in the world.

In the past, Wei Nianyao abandoned his pen and raised his sword, and entered the rivers and lakes with a sword, and turned to Jiannan Road with invincible assets, and was undefeated, which was one of the most amazing and brilliant figures in the history of martial arts at that time.

The sharpness of his sword and the essence of his swordsmanship make him think that even if he fights against Li Canglan, an immortal who has long disappeared from the rivers and lakes, he can fight.

At that time, the rivers and lakes, and the people at that time all remembered such a writing swordsman Wei Nianyao.

And today, he returned to the rivers and lakes with this sword, in the deep mountains, in front of this fish dragon guard in the summer, autumn and winter.

"I swing the black clouds with my proud sword!"

A few zhang away, the commander of the fish dragon guard, Xia Qiudong, only felt that his face was cold, and he was scraped by the cathartic sword qi, and it hurt like a knife cut, and his complexion couldn't help but change.

Countless memories came rushing in his mind, a mouthful of blood spurted out, the sword did not arrive, but the sword qi injured the five internal organs.

Even so, his eyes became more determined, his hand holding the sword was a little tighter, and the long sword in his hand was also actively responding to the owner, as if to confide in how lonely it had been for so many years.

How can you not be lonely? In the hands of Wei Nianyao in the past, it turned to the rivers and lakes without meeting an opponent, and when everyone thought that the world list of the Divine Calculation Hall would definitely have its place, Wei Nianyao took it and left the rivers and lakes, and it has never had a name until today.

But what if you don't have a name?!

Today it is still an invincible sword!

Wei Nianyao's expression was solemn, this sword was the most magnificent sword in his life.

"Ahh

A loud shout came, Xia Qiudong's eyes flashed with red light, he threw away the long knife in his hand, and with a wave of the long sword in his hand, a sound of gold and iron clashing came, Wei Nianyao dodged sideways, the sword qi crisscrossed the forest, and his figure flickered.

The two of them are fast and fast, their bodies come and go suddenly, and the shadow of the sword is flickering, once they fight, they are wonderful, which is enough to make nine out of nine people in the world of martial arts dumbfounded.

Summer, autumn and winter are like a white cloud, floating in the sky, and his sword is high in the clouds, ethereal and fierce, the rapid change, and the fluctuation of swordsmanship, so that Wang Dong has to wait solemnly.

Wei Nianyao's swordsmanship is also impermanent, like a breeze, like flowing water, like white clouds, like waves...... It's all a brilliant trick, and it's wonderful.

"If this is what you have learned from sword practice for more than 20 years, then you can die!"

In the summer, autumn and winter, the battle intensified, the sword qi of the long sword in his hand skyrocketed, Wei Nianyao had not held the sword for a long time after all, the qi gradually weakened, and the sword move gradually slowed down.

He gasped, and countless pictures flashed in his mind, once he was a fledgling, and he was inspired to contribute to the Dali Society with his knowledge, but in exchange for the emperor's ignorance of the government, the demon queen held power, and the dynasty was disrupted. He resolutely resigned and returned to his hometown, holding a sword to raise grievances for the world.

At that time, there was no court in the rivers and lakes, only grievances and grievances.

"When the rivers and lakes are polluted with the temple, is it still the rivers and lakes?"

Such a sentence for no reason made Xia Qiudong a little confused, Wei Nianyao's body movements gradually slowed down, and countless small cracks appeared on his arms, thighs, and face.

"This is my last sword, after this sword, there will be no more my writing sword Wei Nianyao in the rivers and lakes!"

As soon as the words fell, the sword qi in Wei Nianyao's hand, which was already at a disadvantage, skyrocketed, and the skin of his arm began to crack layer by layer, and the corners of his eyes flowed blood, and the sword in his hand seemed to be a demon that could never be fed, greedily sucking the blood left behind.

Seeing this, Xia Qiudong suddenly distanced himself from him, although the person in front of him had just mocked him for not holding a sword for a long time, but the cultivation of the four realms in one body was indeed real.

But just when Xia Qiudong was nearly ten zhang away, Wei Nianyao's figure in the distance disappeared suddenly, and then appeared in front of Xia Qiudong, followed by a sword, Xia Qiudong raised his sword to block, and the two swords collided and burst out into a dazzling spark.

In summer, autumn and winter, there was a huge earthquake in the tiger's mouth, blood flowed, and a fishy sweetness gushed out of the mouth, and then a mouthful of blood spurted out.

"Vainly trying to burn your own qi and blood to find an opportunity to break through the realm, if you really let you break through Yuheng and enter the heavenly power, you still have the strength to fight, but what can you do now?!"

Wei Nianyao's face was full of blood at the moment, but his expression was extremely peaceful at this moment, as if he had never had such a relaxed moment.

"I'm going to die? Lin Xian, I don't blame you. ”

The blood turned into mist and dispersed, and around Wei Nianyao's body, every sword hit Xia Qingming with great force, sword marks were all over the place, and several swords almost cut off his arm.

The sword light was differentiated, and the figure also changed, obviously only one person attacked, but at this moment, the sword momentum was extremely fast, and it was like a hundred and ten people taking out their swords together, breaking through the water from all directions.

The chilling murderous aura dispersed.

"Hahahaha, the temple and the rivers and lakes, I, Wei Nianyao, don't owe each other!"

He looked up to the sky and smiled, the long sword in his hand suddenly took off, Wei Nianyao's right hand holding the sword seemed to have been torn off by someone, and finally broke away from his body overwhelmed.

Xia Qingming raised his sword and slashed it, and the sword that had accompanied the master for decades and was expected to be on the world's list was finally broken into two and fell on the mountain rock.

And its owner finally didn't get up again, and fell straight to the ground, the blood all over his body seemed to be detached from his body, and his whole body was covered with crimson blood that had already dried up.

On the ground, Wei Nianyao's eyes were sunken, his cheekbones were protruding, and there was no trace of flesh and blood, as if he was a skeleton.

Looking at the sky overhead that was shaded by trees, the sun shining down on his face, he seemed to see something.

In that tavern, a young man, in a green shirt and a sword, high-spirited, a scholar, talking loudly, pointing out the country.

People always meet by chance.

After that, this person told him how to accumulate contacts, how to win people's hearts, help him build an Anxing army, and little by little grow to the point where he can compete with the imperial court.

We all hope to be able to see the world in a clear and prosperous world.

Today, when he learned that the man had betrayed him, he was furious, and that everyone should have betrayed him, and that man certainly shouldn't.

He didn't understand why, and he didn't want to.

It wasn't until just now that he held the sword again that he understood.

Now he is only for himself, and he no longer has the heart to build for the community, only for his own rights.

Looking at the object on the ground that could barely be called a human, Xia Qiudong shook the long sword in his hand, shook off countless blood stains and returned to the sheath again, and then turned around and walked away.

"I'm finally going to die, hehehehe, but I haven't seen enough of this ......"

Xinkang has been 30 years, Xiaoman, suitable for travel, and avoid breaking ground.

Wenbi Jian Wei Nianyao died in Heiyun Mountain.

"Wei Nianyao!"

At this moment, on the other side of Heiyun Mountain, Lin Xian's heart trembled suddenly, in front of him were countless stumps and broken flesh that fell to the ground, the air was filled with fierce bloody gas, and the thick blood said that the mountain flowed down.

"The sword intent just now, as well as the strong aura that is expected to break through the shackles of the Middle Four Realms and approach the Three Realms in one fell swoop, I won't admit it, it's Wei Nianyao."

Zhao Li, the superintendent of the Divine Palace, licked the blood from the corner of his mouth, the cyan python robe was soaked with blood, his left arm was already empty, and the right hand holding the sword never had the slightest suspicion.

"However, he is already dead, and you, Mr. Lin, are also dying!"

Lin Xian stared at Zhao Li in front of him, and there was already a trace of fear in his eyes.