Hu Lu looked at Zhang Xiaoyu silently for a long time, and then asked softly, "Then what should I think?" ”

Zhang Xiaoyu turned his head, looked at the wind and snow in the world, and said calmly: "Don't think about anything, this is not a story you should participate in." ”

Hu Lu looked at Zhang Xiaoyu's twilight back for a long time, turned around and walked towards the city.

Zhang Xiaoyu didn't care about the comings and goings of the hulu, just stood in the wind and snow with his sword on his back, and looked at the world calmly.

"Do you still have a sword?"

Mr. Ming on the side asked.

The momentum of the sword intent around Zhang Xiaoyu's body is constantly rising.

As he said by the stream at the beginning, his sword intent has not really reached the Cliff Lord Realm, because his sword has not yet returned.

A sword cultivator naturally has to have a sword in his hand in order to be considered the pinnacle.

So when the sword returned from the years, the sword intent that was silent in the various card halls in Nanyi City became restless again, piercing through the wind and snow in half the city, and coming towards Zhang Xiaoyu.

Zhang Xiaoyu, who was entangled with sword intent and Dao rhyme, just stood there calmly.

"I don't know."

Mr. Ming lowered his head and looked at the figure chasing away from the river after the snowstorm under the city.

"So you are now a person from the Mountain and River Sect, or a person from the Sword Sect."

Zhang Xiaoyu, who had always been very calm, was silent after hearing this, and turned his head to look at the sword named Shanhe behind him.

Maybe it's looking at the blood on the sword.

Maybe it's looking at the snow on the sword.

"I can also have a sword, the identity of a disciple of the Sword Sect."

Mr. Ming looked at Zhang Xiaoyu with a complicated expression.

"What about after a sword?"

Zhang Xiaoyu turned his head, but there was a smile on his face, I don't know why, the smile was very bright, like a big lake shining in the twilight.

The Great Lake should be watery.

"After a sword." Zhang Xiaoyu laughed softly and looked at the wind and snow. "Sir, you can tell the world that I am a person who views mountains and rivers."

Mr. Ming's eyes widened suddenly, perhaps he finally understood a lot of things from Zhang Xiaoyu's words and the light in his eyes, and looked at Zhang Xiaoyu in shock.

I looked at it for a long time.

Mr. Ming sighed and said, "It's a pity that a genius like you in the world destroys your reputation. ”

Zhang Xiaoyu raised his hand and held the sword behind him, looking up at the twilight on the horizon.

Maybe I remembered a few days ago, by a bridge in Nanyi City that was also twilight.

There was a teenager sitting on the guardrail with an umbrella and talking to him about a lot of things.

For example, pain, such as love.

"What's not to be sorry for?" Zhang Xiaoyu laughed softly, and then fell silent again, lowered his head, and looked at the big river.

"I've lost a junior brother."

The wind and snow in the world seem to have stagnated.

But that wasn't caused by the sword intent that kept converging towards Zhang Xiaoyu.

It's outside the city.

Those Styx boats, with hundreds of thousands of human armies, saw the wall under the twilight through the wind and snow, and began to charge incomparably vast, stirring up the breath of the world.

Zhang Xiaoyu retracted his gaze and calmly fell outside Nanyi City.

Countless soldiers and sword cultivators at the head of the city looked solemn, ready to attack at any time.

And Zhang Xiaoyu pulled out the mountain and river sword behind him in Mr. Ming's incomprehensible gaze.

"I have a sword."

Zhang Xiaoyu said softly.

"From the earth."

It's called mountains and rivers.

Also known as the Red Medium.

The blood of the South Island fell in the red in the middle of the hilt.

So the sword intent in the city came to the city.

The man went with the sword and fell into the wind and snow.

......

My white garments are clean.

It makes me feel guilty.

Bro.

......

The April snow brought by the teenager is far colder than the cold winter of late autumn.

Lu Xiaoxiao carried a sword on his back and swam silently in the river where the edge had already condensed ice.

The chill invaded from the wound in her abdomen and spread throughout her body, making her mind a little dazed.

Maybe it wasn't the chill.

Rather, it was a lot of sword intent left behind in the wind and snow.

Of course, the sword intent is cold.

No matter how enthusiastic the sword holding the sword is, no matter how kind of green fire those sword bodies burn in the high-speed traversal.

Sword intent is always cold.

Because its full name should come from the murderous meaning on the sword.

Killing people is a very cold and cruel thing.

Such a thing, no matter what, will not burn up.

In such a cold, Lu Xiaoxiao had to take off his sword, hold it in his hand, light the sword fire, and raise it above his head, chasing after the drifting boy.

The speed at which the boy drifted away was far beyond her imagination.

It was as if in the midst of this remaining blizzard, something was speeding him away from the world.

Lu Xiaoxiao was already trying to catch up, but the black umbrella floating in the river was still constantly pulling away.

Maybe he's really dead.

A young man in the world, who can survive under Zhang Xiaoyu's sword?

Lu Xiaoxiao thought a little sadly, so her speed slowed down unconsciously.

However, the cold chill from the abdomen was constantly stinging.

Lu Xiaoxiao woke up from that pessimistic trance, no matter what, she always had to bring the boy ashore, even if she was really dead, she had to take a look at it before she was willing to die.

Lu Xiaoxiao silently held his sword fire in the river.

Driving the little vitality left in the sea of gods, he accelerated forward.

Until the river fell silent and the stream dried up, the first green fruit that was supposed to be formed after the flower was shone was also rapidly withering.

Of course, Lu Xiaoxiao knew what it meant.

She had to start over before she could step through the door.

Perhaps for Zhang Xiaoyu and people like Nandao, the formation of Dao fruit is a very simple and short process.

But for Lu Xiaoxiao, this is not the case.

Her talent is mediocre, and her vitality is absorbed quite slowly.

From the opening of the flower, to the slow grooming of it, the hard-won little bulge poked out of the stamen.

It took her ten years.

Lu Xiaoxiao's own youthful girl's flowers have all been thanked, and the flowers of the Divine Sea have not been thanked yet.

Lu Xiaoxiao walked forward in silence.

The small, unformed Dao Fruit in the Sea of Gods was withering and turning into a shriveled dead seed, and then falling off, leaving only an ugly, painful scar on the branch.

Lu Xiaoxiao felt that he could even hear the sound of everything shrinking.

But there is really nothing.

Just some sad delusions.

So Lu Xiaoxiao stopped thinking about it, and quickly swam across the long river that was condensing, chasing towards the black umbrella.

The distance between the two finally began to slowly close.

Lu Xiaoxiao didn't care about whether he would be seen by the sword sect senior brother with blood on the sword above the city.

The sword fire on the long sword in his hand faded, and then he clenched the sword with both hands, surrounded by the sword wind around him, and quickly crossed the river and approached the South Island.

If they see it, they will see it.

Lu Xiaoxiao thought calmly.

I've given a lot.

Nature has to see the results of everything.

However, in the next moment, the entire river was suddenly surrounded by countless Styx powers.

A boat broke through a river of wind and snow and stopped before the boy.

Then more boats came from behind, ignoring the small sword cultivation in the river, and countless people from the River Styx stood at the head of the boat, with a hateful gaze, towards Nanyi City.

The wind and snow in the world were instantly cut off by thousands of passing boats.

Lu Xiaoxiao clenched his sword and stopped in a hurry in the middle of the big river, thousands of boats like flying shuttles, quickly crossing away, and the small figure floated on the big river, like a grain of dust.

"What a drifting boy."

When Lu Xiaoxiao heard this voice, he suddenly turned his head, and on the boat that stopped first, a man in ancient robes bent down at the head of the boat, raised his hand and grabbed the young man's collar, and lifted him up from the river.

The young man's face was pale and lifeless, and his clothes were bloody.

Only the umbrella was still held tightly in his hand.

Lu Xiaoxiao didn't know why he suddenly regained his courage, holding a sword and stabbing out suddenly from a river of wind and snow.

"Let him go!"

The man held Nandao in one hand, and calmly looked at the incomparably weak sword that had pierced through the wind and snow.

Didn't even move.

It's just that the wind breath swept by the power of the Styx around him, and he blew the little Lingnan sword cultivator and the sword into the river together.

"Northern Dao Xiu." The man stood at the head of the boat, watching Lu Xiaoxiao, who fell back into the river, holding his sword in embarrassment, choking on several mouthfuls of water, but struggling to stabilize his body again, and stabbing Lu Xiaoxiao with a sword again.

"Of course it's all damned."

The voice was calm, and there seemed to be anger and hatred that could not be erased for thousands of years.

So he raised his hand, and the power of the Styx swirled, and the little sword cultivator holding the sword was shot out again.

"You ruined Daze's faith!"

The man's voice was extremely cold in the wind and snow, like a raging snowstorm, and then calmed down, quietly lifting the young man's collar.

"I am the Great Chu Lingyin, and I should take back everything that once belonged to us."

The power of the river Styx surged, and Lu Xiaoxiao, who fell into the river again, could no longer stand up in that cold breath, so he could only hold the sword in his hand with difficulty, floating with the ups and downs of the river.

Gu Chu Ling Yin, Zilan, who has now turned into a member of the Witch Ghost Sect, stood calmly at the head of the boat, did not pay attention to Lu Xiaoxiao, who was gradually suffocating under the power of the Styx, and looked down at the young man in his hand.

The young man was lifted to the placket in front of him, his limbs drooping downward, and the two swords behind him were equally silent, all sword intent was gone, just swords.

Only the umbrella in the young man's hand is still holding on tightly.

It's like an incomparably mysterious barrier.

Hold it, and it disappears between heaven and earth.

Zilan calmly looked at the umbrella in the young man's hand.

When the Witch, Ghost and God Cult collapsed, the Northern Avenue was still the world of the Daomen.

Naturally, he had never seen such an existence as Sword Intent that only shined in the hands of the Grinding Sword Cliff after a thousand years.

But he could see that there was something extremely sharp on the umbrella.

A thought.

Thoughts that stinged his eyes, made his heart tremble, and terrified his soul.

So he remembered that when everything appeared in the green mountains of Daze, it was cut off by those wind, snow and sword light.

"It came from you."

Zilan's eyes were a little frightened, but more angry.

This sudden wind and snow sword intent erased many of the Styx ghost armors he had brought from the depths of Daze.

also made them have to stop in the green mountains in silence, so that those hatreds that have accumulated for thousands of years continue to surge.

"You're damned too." Zilan said in a cold voice.

The hand that held the hem of the boy's robe began to clench, and the power of the River Styx spread to the boy's limbs.

However, just when the power of the Styx surged towards the young Shenhai and his heart.

Sudden mutations.

The black scabbard that the young man was carrying behind him suddenly exuded a Taoist rhyme.

The two scribbled words, which had been ignored for a long time, broke away from the scabbard and shook the power of the Styx, constantly changing.

Then he slowly changed from a horse to a horse.

There is a way in the world, but the horse is dung.

Then the peach blossom sword was forced out of the sheath and fell into the river, and in the empty scabbard, there was an illusory Dao sword suddenly generated.

There are two words faintly on the blade of the sword.

There is a way.

The name of the sword has a way.

Then the Dao sword came out of its sheath, and countless Dao texts surrounded the sword body, suddenly stabbing at Zilan who was standing at the head of the boat.

The power of the river Styx was suddenly dispersed by Dao Yun, although Zilan was shocked by this change, but it was also the power of the River Styx that was regathered, and then grasped the sword that attacked.

The wind and snow that has lost the sword light are naturally just the wind and snow in the world.

So those winds and snows were completely swept away by two forces on the river, and everything was destroyed up and down the river.

Zilan kept flowing the blood of the River Styx in her hands, but her eyes looked at the two words on the sword with great pain and hatred, and spit out the three words from her mouth with great coldness.

"Hanyakan!"

Walking the horse sheath, there is a sword.

It can be named after the sermon in the 5,000 words of the green cow.

Naturally, it can only come from the Hangu Temple, the place where the avenue that has long disappeared from the world.

Zilan had emotions and hatred, but the Dao Sword didn't, but the Dao Yun continued to spread, trying to pass through Zilan's hand and stab into his already dead body.

However, after all, the tail of the River Styx was just outside the city of Nanyi.

So countless powers of the Styx River came towards Zilan, pressed down those Dao rhymes, and broke them inch by inch with the Dao swords, turning into Dao texts and falling back on the scabbard.

Everything returned to its original state again, except for the dripping blood of the Styx in Zilan's hands.

"Hanyakan, you should ....."

Before Zilan's death word could be spoken, something hit her head.

Lu Xiaoxiao, who was extremely weak, crossed the wind and snow when Zilan was entangled with the Dao sword, climbed onto the head of the boat, and slashed at Zilan's head with the sword.

It's a pity that a small sword cultivator naturally can't break through the power of the Styx.

So before Zilan could make a move, Lu Xiaoxiao was shaken away and fell on top of the boat.

"Die."

Zilan said the remaining words, and then raised her hand, and Lu Xiaoxiao, who was constantly spitting blood, was swept over by the power of the River Styx.

Faced with such a picture, this little woman who likes to beat Wu Dalong and nibbles buns also laughed and looked at the blood-colored young man on Zilan's other hand.

"Who would have thought that the story would really go this way? Senior brother, I worked so hard to save you, I should be able to call you junior brother. What a pity! ”

It's a pity that Lu Xiaoxiao is just Lu Xiaoxiao.

It's not a human overhaul.

It's just a little clumsy Lingnan sword cultivation.

Lu Xiaoxiao looked at the power of the Styx that was constantly encroaching around him, sighed, and closed his eyes.

Maybe there is no hope in Lingnan.

Lu Xiaoxiao thought regretfully.

However, the power of the Styx around him slowly dissipated.

What happened?

Lu Xiaoxiao opened his eyes.

In the twilight of the wind and snow.

There is sword light through the wind and snow.

Lu Xiaoxiao looked at the countless sword intents from Nanyi City in silence.

Do you think that the people of the Sword Sect in the world are so entangled in doing things?

Lu Xiaoxiao and Nandao were released at the same time and fell into the big river.

And that sword light carried countless human sword intent, incomparably mighty through the wind and snow, and also through the thousands of people who were heading towards Nanyi City, and fell on the boat.

Countless winds and snows were broken away.

From the head of Nanyi City to the boat, there was a rather wide vacuum.

Lu Xiaoxiao struggled to float up from the big river, dragging Nandao with one hand, and heading in the direction of Nanyi City on the other.

As for what will happen to Zhang Xiaoyu who came from the city with a sword behind him, that is not something that Lu Xiaoxiao can think about.

She's just a little Lingnan sword cultivator.

Countless boats in front of them were still heading towards Nanyi City, and no one noticed the two people in the big river.

Lu Xiaoxiao climbed the stern of a boat that was going against the current, looked down at Nandao who was dragged by himself in his hand, and then looked at the umbrella in his hand, not knowing what this umbrella was, even if the sword fell, the umbrella did not let go.

Silently following the boat, Lu Xiaoxiao finally glanced back behind him.

The sword, which was wrapped in countless winds and snow and sword intent, stopped in front of the boat.

Zhang Xiaoyu was spotless in white clothes, hunting in the sword wind, the long sword in his hand was full of green fire, and in front of him was the power of countless slashed Styx.

Zhang Xiaoyu calmly held his sword and walked forward inch by inch, without looking back, as if he couldn't see the two little people.

Countless sword intents and the power of those Styx rivers are constantly clashing, and the momentum of a sword is being consumed rapidly, but on that section of the Nanyi River, even the sound of the wind is extinguished in the middle.

This sword naturally has nothing to do with Nandao or Lu Xiaoxiao.

The sword of the Human Sword Sect is naturally here for Nanyi City.

Lu Xiaoxiao looked at it silently for a long time, and was about to turn around, but found that behind Zhang Xiaoyu, another man in white suddenly appeared on the side of the long river where the wind and snow were clean.

Prime Minister.

Although the dean of the Hanging Academy, who had lived for a thousand years, had fallen, his strength was still extremely strong, but he ignored the sword intent that cut everything off, and appeared by that section of the long river, and then raised his hand into the river and fished out a sword, and then his figure flickered, appeared in front of Lu Xiaoxiao, and threw the sword to Lu Xiaoxiao.

"Dean'......"

Lu Xiaoxiao naturally recognized Qing Xiang.

Qing Xiang didn't say anything, looked at Nandao who was being dragged in Lu Xiaoxiao's hand, and said calmly: "I want to borrow something." ”

"What?"

The prime minister did not answer, but the scabbard fell off from behind Nandao and fell into the hands of the prime minister.

Lu Xiaoxiao then remembered that although Qing Xiang was a big demon in the world and a person of Huangliang, he was a real Taoist overhaul.

For the people of the Dao Gate, it is naturally the most suitable to use the Dao sword.

What's more, the five thousand words of the green cow have also been kept in the Hanging Courtyard for thousands of years.

So the scabbard fell into the hands of the prime minister.

Then countless rhymes spread.

The word "horse" fell off, and in the wind and snow, it evolved into the word "horse" again.

What is Rongma?

Naturally, it is.

"There is no way in the world, and Rong Ma was born in the suburbs."

Qing Xiang said calmly.

Thousands of Dao rhymes spread from the scabbard to the entire long river again, and some Dao Wen fell off and fell into Lu Xiaoxiao's hands, and then Lu Xiaoxiao was carried by the Dao wind, crossed countless boats, and quickly headed towards Nanyi City.

And Qing Xiang looked at the lower reaches of the river, and in the empty scabbard, he drew a sword.

The name of the sword is unreasonable.

The aura is even more chaotic and majestic.