That sword light galaxy is incomparably mighty towards the world.

So not only the two of them on the side of Osawa saw it.

The whole world is looking at the sky of Osawa.

But how the world sees it is a matter of the world.

Nandao just raised his hand to wipe away the cold tears, looked at Hua Wuxi calmly, and said softly, "Next." ”

"It's a sword."

Nandao's incomparably calm words fell on Hua Wuxi's ears, and finally brought the frightened teenager back to his senses.

Nobody wants to die.

Even if Hua Wuxi really can't make him happy.

In the tail of the River Styx, countless powers of the River Styx came towards the edge of the river.

Hua Wuxi is indeed a person who has the favor of gods and ghosts.

It's just that those ghosts and gods who were supposed to favor him have turned into countless souls and landed in Yao Ji's palms.

So the only thing that can respond to him is the lonely River Styx, which is feared and hated by the world.

The power of the mighty River Styx fell into Hua Wuxi's body.

turned into a huge force, and finally shook the peach blossoms in front of him and Nandao together, and landed on the taro sea not far away.

The shape of the peach blossom is illusory, but the peach blossom on the face has become extremely red, as if it has been soaked in blood, and he glanced back at Nandao, and then the whole person disappeared into the river.

Nan Dao coughed up blood, struggled to stand up on the ground, looked up at the sky, and looked at the falling sword lights with great seriousness.

It was as if he wanted to see where it came from.

Yet nothing can be seen clearly.

It's just a dim wind and snow, and a brilliant sword light.

Hua Wuxi stood by Daze, the sword light in the world was immense, but the power of the Styx that had gathered was losing again extremely quickly. Traces of the Trespasser appeared beneath him.

The magic trick of the trespass is extremely short.

Hua Wuxi pinched the trick quickly, and the witch mark formed.

It's just a moment when it's about to leave.

A sword light suddenly fell, cutting off the traces of the Yue Xing technique.

Hua Wuxi stopped in place in a daze, and then a mouthful of blood spat out of her mouth.

Looking at the sword light dome with great sadness.

It is forbidden here.

When those sword lights appear in the world.

In this locked area, there can be no magic.

Hua Wuxi is once again condensing the witchcraft.

And yet nothing happened.

When the sword kingdom takes shape.

It is the art of the underworld, and the river Styx cannot appear under this sky in an instant.

Hua Wuxi trembled, but suddenly remembered something, and pounced on the place where the blue and black sword and the black umbrella were, trying to pick it up.

However, as the South Island said.

No one but him could pick up this umbrella.

Hua Wuxi trembled, looking at the umbrella that turned over on the ground like a small boat, and looked at Nandao not far away.

Said dumbly: "You hold the umbrella quickly, you hold the umbrella quickly." ”

Nandao chuckled softly and said, "I don't. ”

Hua Wuxi held the umbrella bone again, but it was all in vain, and when the umbrella fell on the edge of the river, it was as unshakable as the entire Yellow Mountain Range.

"Come and hold an umbrella!"

Hua Wuxi roared hoarsely.

Nandao didn't look at him, just quietly watched the sword lights that kept falling.

Hua Wuxi finally let go of the umbrella, and the psychological defense line finally collapsed.

Like a child who has been bullied, he jumped on the side of the umbrella and cried.

"You're, you're! South Island. ”

Hua Wuxi wailed and cried by the umbrella.

"You're going to kill me, you're going to kill me, how the can you me!"

The sword light was extremely close to the world, and the wind and snow in the world swept everything in the world.

Nandao lowered his head and said calmly: "Since I have suffered from it, this is what I should have. ”

"It's not a cheat."

When those sword lights pierced through the wind and snow and fell to the world, Hua Wuxi finally sat down resignedly, and looked at the sword light that fell unstoppably towards the world with tears in her eyes.

Maybe I'm thinking about those stories in the past, who were distorted by myself to the world.

Maybe it's a cruel past that the world speculated about a long time ago.

"Of course I have done all the bad things, and I deserve death." Hua Wuxi muttered softly.

"But is it a sin for the people of the Northern Witch Dao to have the favor of ghosts and gods?"

Nandao listened in silence, this may be the story behind the North Witch Road.

Maybe not.

But the sword light has come.

The flowers are not happy or not, and they are happy in the end.

Everything is meaningless.

The human world was submerged in countless sword lights.

Whether it is Hua Wuxi, or those witches, ghosts, and gods who are hesitating in the green mountains of Daze.

The South Island too.

The wind and snow covered the sky, obscuring everything.

......

In fact, Nandao guessed wrong.

That's not a sword.

It's a million swords.

......

Zhang Xiaoyu looked at the wind and snow in silence.

This snowstorm swept across the entire south of Fengqi Ridge.

But the sword intent did not.

The sword intent stopped in front of Nanyi City, an inch above the city's head.

A strand of broken hair in front of Zhang Xiaoyu's forehead was cut off.

From here to the edge of Osawa, there are ten miles.

Those sword intents that fell from the sky drew a circle with ten miles as the axis.

Erased everything in between.

The South Island has come a long way.

Therefore, the range of ten miles stopped in front of Nanyi City, and stopped at Zhang Xiaoyu's strand of broken hair that was rolled up by the wind and snow.

"I see."

Zhang Xiaoyu quietly looked at the strands of broken hair that fell on the city.

Suddenly, I understood why Cong Blade refused to let Nandao enter the Sword Sect when he was killed.

The same is true of the Hanging Temple.

The whole world was silent.

There was only Zhang Xiaoyu's low murmur.

Or maybe it's more than ten miles.

It's not a flat circle.

But on that circle, between the sky and the earth, even the sound of the wind will be wiped out by the sword intent.

What's that, exactly?

Zhang Xiaoyu raised his head in a daze and looked at the sky full of wind and snow.

What about the teenager?

Zhang Xiaoyu looked back at his empty scabbard.

There was silence.

......

Chen Huaifeng held the wind and rain silently.

In this unfortunate human story.

The wind and rain gradually turned into a wind and snow.

Chen Huaifeng quietly looked at the wind and snow, and then put it back in his arms.

When those sword lights appeared in the sky firmament, Chen Huaifeng took out the half curtain of wind and rain.

However, he hesitated, and never let the wind and rain sweep through the Tonggui Monument.

In this brief hesitation, Chen Huaifeng asked himself a question.

Do you believe that teenager?

Chen Huaifeng didn't know.

The prime minister on the side just drank wine and looked at the sky quietly.

Perhaps it was the calmness of this old man who had intersected with Cong Blade for thousands of years that made Chen Huaifeng's heart settle down.

He did not inspire the same monument.

So thousands of sword lights fell, and Nanyi City was unscathed.

Chen Huaifeng put away the screen of snow and looked up at the sky.

The sword light has gradually dissipated, and the wind and snow have not yet come.

"It turns out that the story under the umbrella is like this."

Chen Huaifeng said softly.

The first time I knew these things, it was naturally not just Zhang Xiaoyu.

But the prime minister obviously knew better, and just said softly: "When the umbrella was held in his hand, he was not the only one who lived under the umbrella." ”

Chen Huaifeng said softly: "Who is that blacksmith from the East China Sea?" ”

Qing Xiang said calmly: "A man who has forgotten everything. ”

Chen Huaifeng was silent for a while and said, "How to describe it?" ”

"It's just a blacksmith."

Forgetting everything, naturally there is no need to describe.

There is no need to mention either.

Chen Huaifeng didn't ask anything more.

Qing Xiang glanced down at the piece of hanging jade on his waist that seemed to have moved, and without saying anything, he walked down the mountain road of the tomb mountain that was gradually covered by wind and snow.

......

Above the Yellow Mountains.

Someone was wearing a black robe, hiding himself very tightly, quietly watching the wind and snow that swept the world in an instant.

The light of the earth was dimmed for a short time.

But it wasn't night, it was just that the sword light was too dazzling.

The black-robed man stood quietly in the midst of those mountain winds and snow.

"If I were to tell a story, I wouldn't tell it like that." The black-robed man said slowly.

"And what would you say?"

Someone came behind him, also in black robes, but with a sword in his arms.

The custom of holding a sword first came from the sword grinding cliff.

Holding the sword and looking at it, there is a wait-and-see attitude.

Later, this habit spread to the Human Sword Sect.

So it spread to the world.

The black-robed man said softly: "The tall is too tall, and the short is too short, so there will often be a huge gap in the development of the story, so the wind and rain are easy to be stirred up in a single thought." ”

"You're an ideal country." The black-robed sword cultivator said with a soft smile.

"Are you in the middle of the country?" The black-robed man asked calmly.

The black-robed sword cultivator smiled and said, "Yes, I'm among them too. ”

The sword light is slowly dispersing from the human world, maybe it hasn't dispersed, but it has just turned into wind and snow, spilling on the land.

The two of them quietly watched the story of Osawa.

The mountain wind and snow blew those black robes.

Some words flipped in the corners of his clothes.

Nineteen.

What is Nineteen?

Nobody knows.

The black-robed sword cultivator looked at it calmly for a long time, and then turned his head to look at the black-robed man on the side.

"Have you ever counted this snowstorm?"

The black-robed man was silent for a long time, and then said softly, "This snowstorm is two feet nine. ”

It's a very strange phrase.

It is generally difficult for the world to understand what this means.

It's just that if Childe Wusad didn't die, and was also in this mountain wind and snow, he would know what it meant.

The black-robed man once said to him in that alley - I am two feet nine away from my destiny.

So this blizzard is still immeasurable in the unknown.

The black-robed sword cultivator was silent for a while, then turned back to look at the world and asked, "Will this lead to any variables?" ”

The black-robed man laughed when he heard this.

"Xie Chaoyu's words are known to the world."

The black-robed sword cultivator then understood what he meant.

How do you know it's not fate intended?

There are no variables in the world.

It's just a trajectory that should all go forward.

The black-robed sword cultivator thought for a while, then turned his head to look at the black-robed man with a smile and said, "Although this is the case, I always feel that you are comforting my frustration because you didn't kill the prime minister. ”

The black-robed man smiled and said, "Maybe it's true." ”

Intended and unintentional.

Sometimes the difference isn't huge.

The world has fallen silent.

Many eyes from the north were watching.

The black-robed man didn't care, just calmly tightened the black-robed robe.

The North is the North in the broad sense of the word.

Standing around Nanyi City, the convenience of the north means the vast majority of the entire Huai'an.

Perhaps it also includes the west, the country of wind and snow that has been silent for a long time.

The black-robed man thought of the name Lu Ming, but he was inexplicably a little emotional.

"After all, a few people eventually get a deer, and they don't know that they dream of being fish all day long. Sometimes I wonder if we really make sense like this. ”

The black-robed sword cultivator was silent for a while, and said softly, "The person who woke up didn't look at us even once, maybe it really doesn't make sense. ”

The black-robed man said slowly, "Maybe it's just because he thinks we're right, even if he's in the story we envisioned. ”

"Until the end of the story, who knows?" The black-robed sword cultivator looked at the world with his sword in his arms, and changed the subject, "When did you stand here?" ”

The black-robed man looked at Nanyi City and said calmly, "Last night, when those sword intents rose from the Nanyi City Pavilion. ”

The black-robed sword cultivator also looked at it and said with a smile: "Could it be that he Zhang Xiaoyu is really a genius?" ”

"He's always been a genius." The black-robed man said calmly, "It's just that his sword intent came out too early, so just like this is not enough." ”

The black-robed sword cultivator was silent for a while, and said slowly: "You will make me doubt that my junior disciple, who has been separated by many generations and likes to maintain health, is also a person from the country. ”

The black-robed man whispered, "Maybe yes, maybe not, but it doesn't matter. ”

"What's important?"

The black-robed man smiled and looked in the direction of the East China Sea.

"The important thing is that we have to hide for a while. Although the Sword Grinding Cliff has not been in charge of the world for many years, and this story finally does not start from the cliff, but after all, they are too high, and since we are an undercurrent, we have to give some face after all. ”

The black-robed sword cultivator said softly, "That's true. ”

So the two turned into an undercurrent and walked into the wind and snow, not knowing where they would go in the world.

.....

On the high cliffs, everything is naturally visible.

What is visible and invisible can be seen in autumn water.

Although she has weakened, after all, she is the master of this high cliff, not the blade.

Therefore, when Cong Jian sat on the edge of the cliff and couldn't hear the wind, he could only sigh, but he couldn't let the wind really come in.

It's just that whether it's Qiushui or Cong Blade, they don't have the heart to see the world.

They were silent and looked at the spring with solemn expressions.

The clear spring is naturally just a clear spring, even if it can gush up this 3,650 zhang high cliff turbid sword platform.

The focus is on what's in the spring.

Before Tsing Yi left the world, he once pulled out a sword from it.

Then the sword fell from the sky.

was picked up by a scholar named Qing Xuanxue on the shore of Huangliang Sea, and then thrown into the Huangliang Sword Abyss.

It was the demon lord who brought it back and gave it to Cong Zhongxiao, in exchange for the sitter of the Human Sword Sect back then.

Then Cong Zhongxiao took the sword and went to the East China Sea with the demon ancestor for 490,000 miles.

In the end, the only one who came back was the sword that fell back into the spring and turned into sword intent.

No one knows what the effect of this sword would be on the human world if it were drawn.

Therefore, whether it is autumn water or Cong Blade, they are all looking at the clear spring with great solemnity.

When those snowstorms fall south.

On this high cliff, countless sword intents were surging.

Cong Blade quietly looked at the sword intent that swept the high cliff, thought about a lot of things for a moment, and raised his hand to hold the sword inserted in his heart.

Qiu Ping glanced at him quietly, and said slowly: "If you draw your sword at this time, you will die a miserable death." ”

Cong Blade fell silent and let go of the sword in his hand.

The dreams of my youth have naturally become something that will never return.

Just like what Prime Minister said on the small building of Tanchun Garden, Cong Jian sat on the bridge all day long, dreaming of spring and autumn.

Just dreaming is dreaming.

Cong Blade is not a teenager anymore.

Competing with the sword intent of the Grinding Sword Cliff may be a matter for a younger man in the future.

The two looked at Qingquan in silence.

Maybe they're all thinking about a thousand years ago.

The sword light has fallen to the world.

Those sword intents subsided again.

The cliff was still silent, nothing had happened.

Just like the lonely appearance that has stood on the shore of the East China Sea for thousands of years.

Cong Jian suddenly coughed up a mouthful of blood, then sighed and said softly: "It turns out that I really can't think about it." ”

You can't think about it, and it's sinful to think about it.

This is what Cong Zhongxiao once said many years ago when he imagined himself pulling out the sword of Tsing Yi while Daze.

Bush Blade heard about it later.

I just don't think so.

Naturally, those who hold the sword must always dare to think.

It's just that at this time, he looked down at the mouthful of blood he coughed up by the spring, but he really understood the regret and helplessness of his master's words back then.

I really can't think about it.

So Cong Jian didn't look again, didn't think about it again, and sat down very sadly when he walked to the edge of the cliff.

People saw that the wind and snow continued to fall to the south.

Cong Blade didn't draw his sword, just waited quietly.

Waiting for the snow to fall.

In order to pull out the sword in the sword intent that has really calmed down, pull out the sword in the heart.

.....

The young man in green clothes held the wine gourd and walked by the green mountain stream with a slight smile.

Looking at the scenery of the world while walking, it is very leisurely.

Perhaps when the wine was finished, the young man in the green robe took down the wine gourd that had been held to his lips for a long time, sat down by the stream, took off his shoes and socks while soaking his feet, and pressed the wine gourd into the water upstream.

Soaking your feet and holding water at the same time may be a very strange thing in the world.

But when Cao Weiyi once wandered the countryside of the world, he saw many such pictures.

Perhaps because she liked this kind of picture very much, Cao Weiying didn't think there was anything wrong with this, and the wine gourd was pressed into the stream and gradually became heavy.

The grass lifted the gourd out like a fish, then brought it to her lips and raised her head to drink.

When those southern sword lights and snow fell on the world, the grass was a firefly and drank a gourd of stream water.

I didn't look at the sword lights, I just looked down at the sky in the stream.

When Emperor Huai drank the water of the River Styx, he once said that it was the water of forgetting worries.

Cao Weiying looked at the stream water that he drank in one go, tilted his head and thought, so what kind of water is this?

Water on Earth?

Green mountains and water?

The grass thought about it for a long time before finally deciding on a name.

It is a very simple name.

It's called hometown water.

There is no special meaning.

It's just hometown water.

The grass shook the empty gourd for the firefly and pressed it back into the water upstream of the stream.

The gourd gurgled and gurgled.

It's like drinking the water of those streams happily.

When Cao Weiyi Hotaru thought like this, he felt that he probably drank it before, and it should have been this kind of sound.

It's just not as clear as the sound of the gourd's belly.

Maybe it's because Hulu has no thoughts, but he has a lot of sorrows?

The grass washed her feet as she pressed the reeds and turned her head to look at the southern sky.

It seems that I saw the wind and snow and sword light that obscured everything.

There was a boy sitting on the ground who was very anxiously shouting something.

Grass listened to the firefly for a long time, and finally heard it clearly.

Peach blossom.

It turned out to be a peach blossom.