Lingnan Sword Cultivator was stunned for a moment.

Nandao was also stunned for a moment.

The three of them looked back at the sword in unison.

Zhang Xiaoyu pulled out his sword, frowned at the sword whose blade was thicker than the back of a kitchen knife, thought about it, and threw it into the sky.

"Bang dang."

The sword fell.

"Why are you disliked again, junior brother?"

Zhang Xiaoyu picked up the sword, looked at Nandao and said.

“......”

Nandao was silent.

The three of them were still studying the broken sword of the South Island, but the autumn water began to exude endless chill.

So a river of autumn water poured down from the distant night dome.

It was a sword river formed by the convergence of thousands of sword cultivation swords.

Falling from the galaxy, smashing into the suspended autumn water.

The sword intent spread out in the sky, and the wind in the world rose, which was the wind of sword intent.

In the sky above Nanyi City, it was as if someone was pouring silver light and washing the autumn water.

With the encounter between the Sword River and the Qiushui Sword, the sword roared in the sky and fell from top to bottom.

But it's not harsh.

On the contrary, it is like the great voice of heaven and earth.

It is enough to clear the mind and calm the mind.

People looked at the scene in the sky in amazement, the sword river fell, and then turned back up, repeatedly washing the autumn water sword.

Finally, until a certain moment.

There was a faint sound in the sound of the sword.

It's like something is cracking.

Everyone looked at the Qiushui Sword that suddenly shattered in the moonlight sword river in amazement, and the city was silent.

A real river of autumn water gushed out from the sword, which was the sword intent that had been condensed in the autumn water sword for thousands of years.

At this moment, it turned into a long river of sword intent, and rolled up all those long swords that shimmered with silver light, and then turned into a sword in the night firmament.

Lingnan Sword Cultivator didn't talk about his sword at this time, and looked at the sword in the sky in a daze.

"Grinding Sword Cliff ......," Lingnan Sword Cultivator muttered, "It's really the greatest truth in the world!"

The most reasonable thing in the world is the sword.

The most reasonable sword is in the sword cliff.

Nandao also looked at the night dome in amazement.

His sword intent hadn't been condensed until tonight.

Looking at it in this way, it is like watching the sea.

Zhang Xiaoyu patted Nandao's shoulder and said softly: "Next, you have to look carefully." ”

Nandao looked at Zhang Xiaoyu and said suspiciously, "Senior brother, what did you say?" ”

Zhang Xiaoyu didn't speak, looking up at the sky.

The sword of optimus stood in the moonlight, and then the moon spilled, and the sword began to disintegrate, turning into a long river.

Transformed into a sea of swords.

What's to be done?

A cold voice came from between heaven and earth.

"This sword, watching the sea."

Nandao was stunned, and looked in the direction from which the voice came, only to see a white dress standing in the wind on the top of a tall building.

Qiu Xi'er.

The white-clothed man calmly looked at the sea of swords above the sky, stepped out towards the night sky, and came with sword intent, generating a sword ladder under her feet, and then stepping out, the sword ladder was born again.

The world looked up and watched silently as the woman in the white dress walked towards the sky step by step.

What is she going to do?

Not only Nandao, but many sword cultivators in the world looked up at the woman who was heading towards the sky, and their hearts were full of doubts.

Qiu Xi'er was dressed in white, facing the wind and the sky full of sword intent galaxy, stepping into the sky, and then staying under the sea of swords.

A hand was stretched out towards Nanyi City.

Nandao looked at it in amazement, and then saw the sword in his sheath suddenly break through the air.

dragged the sword intent tail light and fell into Qiu Xi'er's hands.

Qiu Xi'er stood in front of the sea of swords, holding the peach blossom sword upside down, looking back at the world, her eyes were calm and cold, looking at somewhere under the Tonggui Monument.

There was a boy with a black umbrella.

Qiu Xi'er glanced at it, then turned her head and looked at the sea formed by the gathering of the shattered Qiushui sword intent.

Step out.

On the long sword in his hand, the sword intent in the sky began to erupt, as bright as a galaxy, as silent as cold light.

Thousands of sword intents converged on the peach blossom sword, and the sword moved with the person, heading towards the sea of swords.

For example, the clear stream comes out of the green mountains, passes through the long river without chaos, and sees the cold river without being discouraged.

So the sword peach blossom.

You have to see the sea.

In the night dome and moonlight, ten thousand swords surged, like a sea.

That sword directly broke through the sea of sword intent, and everything it saw was avoided.

Qiu Xi'er pierced the sea of swords with a sword, and the sword intent spread out from the peach blossom sword, and ten thousand swords shot out backwards.

That sword.

The galaxy is rewinding.

The night sky is clear, like a blue lake.

And the woman in white stood in the sea with a sword, her expression calm.

There was a dead silence in the world.

Then ten thousand swords fell from the sky like a high cliff and a waterfall, and landed in front of those sword cultivators.

The human world still looked at the sword that had been baptized by sword intent, and heard that cold voice resounding above the heavenly dome again.

"From today on, the sword cliff invites the sword world."

Everyone looked up and saw the woman in white walking on the sword ladder above the sky.

"Till death strike."

The world fell silent.

Someone seemed to be watching in the dark, but nothing was said.

Nandao looked at the sky in a daze, and a sword fell, and it landed in front of Nandao.

Nandao was still in shock, and subconsciously went to hold the sword.

As soon as he grasped the hilt of the sword, he let out a painful cry, shook off his hand, and looked down at his hand, the palm of which had been burned, exuding a burst of flesh fragrance. Looking back at the sword in front of him, the blade was red, and the surface was still burning with cyan fire.

How fast is this sword?

The South Island did not see it clearly.

He only saw the sword intent in the sky, and then the sea of swords dispersed.

However, the Peach Blossom Sword was burning violently.

Nandao felt the sword intent that was still on the sword.

Lonely and cold, yet there seems to be a burning desire.

Just like the name of the sword.

It's called Xi'er.

But look at the sea.

The sword intent gradually dissipated, and the peach blossom sword dimmed, turning into a blue-black appearance.

It seems to be a lot sharper.

Zhang Xiaoyu raised his hand and touched the blade of the sword, nodded with satisfaction, and said, "It's thinner than the back of a kitchen knife." ”

"Senior brother, aren't you hot?"

Nandao looked at Zhang Xiaoyu and touched it directly, and was shocked.

Zhang Xiaoyu looked at Nandao like a fool.

"You cultivate the Tao, you don't need to cultivate alone, right? Attach the vitality to your hand to insulate the heat. ”

South Island: "......"

Wrapped the sword body with vitality and sent it back to the sheath, Nandao remembered Qiu Xi'er's last sentence, looked at Zhang Xiaoyu and asked, "What did Mr. mean by that sentence before?" ”

Zhang Xiaoyu raised his head, and the baptism was over.

The figure had vanished into the night vault.

sighed and said, "It's the meaning of bullying." ”

“？”

"Although Senior Sister Qiu is in the Xiaodao realm, her sword intent is in the cliff master realm, and what she says is good is to invite the sword world, and if she doesn't say it, it is whose skin is itchy, send it up and let me beat it."

"What if it's a person from the Great Dao Realm?"

"When the people of the Great Dao Realm go, it is not Senior Sister Qiu who invites the sword, but Senior Uncle Qiu, the cliff master."

“.....”

Zhang Xiaoyu sighed and said, turned around and walked outside: "I won't be fooled like this, I'll play cards." ”

As he spoke, he looked at Lingnan Sword Cultivator, who was seriously studying the lost and recovered sword.

"Do you know how to play cards?"

Lingnan Jian Xiu sent the sword into the sheath and said happily: "Fight!" ”

The two hooked up and went to the card hall.

Nan Dao looked at the back of the two leaving, very puzzled.

Are the cards really so easy to play?

looked at the prosperous and warm Nanyi City, but sighed again.

After all, the gentleman said goodbye.

Or is it a farewell?

Nandao walked down the long street with a sword on his back.

Then he bumped into a man.

"I'm sorry."

Nandao said hurriedly, raised his head, and immediately rejoiced.

"Sir, you haven't left yet?"

Qiu Xi'er stood there calmly and nodded.

"I still have something to say to you."

After Qiu Xi'er finished speaking, she turned around and walked along the street.

Nandao hurriedly followed.

The two walked all the way down the long street, and Nandao didn't know where Qiu Xi'er was going, but he didn't ask.

Sir will never hurt me.

Nan Dao thought so, and remembered that Qiu Xi'er said that she didn't leave because she wanted to say something to herself.

It's anticipation and apprehension.

What will the gentleman say to me?

When Nandao came back to his senses, the two of them were already standing on the wall of Nanyi City.

Stand tall, so the spring cold wind gusts.

Looking back, there are the lights of the world, blooming brilliantly on both sides of the river.

Qiu Xi'er stood at the head of the city, quietly looking at the world below.

The streets are bustling, there are many people, and there are also many demons.

But there are few particularly significant differences between demons and humans, unless they choose to be half-formed.

Qiu Xi'er looked at the world quietly, and Nandao looked at Qiu Xi'er quietly, waiting for her to speak.

"I was meditating on the shore of the lake that day, because I remembered a man."

Qiu Xi'er said calmly, "I haven't seen that person. ”

Nandao listened quietly.

"His name is Gou Qian, and he is my father, many years ago, a person on the other side of Huangliang, or a demon."

"What did you think of him, sir?"

Qiu Xi'er said calmly: "Because the demon clan can no longer succumb to the Youhuang Mountain Range and return to the human world, it is because of some things he did back then. ”

"And then?"

"Then he died, in the city of Nanyi. Died under the sword of Qiushui. Qiu Xi'er said calmly, "So I brought the Qiushui Sword over and let it shatter in the Nanyi River." ”

"Together?"

"Yes, let's go." Qiu Xi'er looked down at the long river in the world, as if thousands of years of history in the world flowed in this river that flows into Yunmeng Daze.

Nandao sighed softly and said, "Then he should be a hero." ”

"Heroes?" Qiu Xi'er said softly, "No, in that era, no demon clan wanted to be a hero. ”

"And what do they want to do?"

"Be mortal, be human." Qiu Xi'er looked at the world, looking at the demons who walked leisurely on the long street and were no different from the world. "Now they've done it."

"That's what All Souls Day is all about?" Nandao asked thoughtfully.

"Yes."

After Qiu Xi'er finished speaking, she turned around and no longer looked at the lights in the world, but at the green mountains in the world.

There are green mountains beyond the green mountains.

Farther away, there is a sea called the East China Sea.

There is a high cliff of 3,650 feet.

It's the Grinding Sword Cliff.

"You can remember the words you said on the day you saw the mountain, or you can forget them as the impulsive stupidity of a young man." Qiu Xi'er said calmly.

"I won't forget, sir." Nandao stood under the umbrella and said in a firm voice.

"Remember, remember, I want you to remember." Qiu Xi'er looked back at the South Island. "Grinding Sword Cliff won't wait long for you."

Nandao was silent for a while, and always felt that there was something unusual in Qiu Xi'er's words.

"Sir, why do you always say that?"

Qiu Xi'er looked in the direction of the East China Sea for a long time, and said softly: "Because there is a person there who is going to die." ”

When Nandao heard this, he thought of the shattering of the Qiushui Sword today, and his heart was suddenly shocked.

"Why?"

"There is no why, people will die when they are alive, and they will die when they are old." Qiu Xi'er said calmly.

Nandao was silent for a long time, and then said softly, "I see, sir." ”

Qiu Xi'er nodded and said, "That's all I have to say." ”

Nandao looked at Qiu Xi'er beside him, but asked, "Mojian Cliff won't wait for me for too long." ”

"And what about sir?"

Qiu Xi'er turned her head, looked at Nandao quietly, and said nothing.

Then he turned into a sword light and left.

Nandao stood at the head of the city for a long time, watching the sword light that disappeared over the green mountains.

So to wait, or not to wait?