People in the world often think that Zhang Xiaoyu went to Jianya to ask for swords in the name of the view of mountains and rivers, in order to lose again in the name of Daomen, so as to calm the public opinion of the world about the battle between the winners and losers of the Sword Sect and Daomen.

Or, thinking a little deeper, he didn't want to prove the non-existent wins and losses.

He just wants to tell the world that whether I Zhang Xiaoyu wins or loses has nothing to do with the world, it's just my Zhang Xiaoyu's business.

But no one ever thought about it.

He was going to take advantage of this snowstorm.

Everything in the Sword Cliff is not visible.

Kill people from the cliff.

.......

I had to sink.

......

On the edge of the mountain stream and forest, those East China Sea sword cultivators sat quietly in the snow.

They could still see some of the snow when it was just starting to fall slowly.

For example, the white-clothed sword cultivator was in a haze, and it seemed that he had made a posture of abandoning the sword.

Then he went up in the curtain of wind and snow, and only one sword remained in his place.

Seeing that Zhang Xiaoyu really didn't bring a sword to the cliff, those sword cultivators couldn't help but panic in their hearts.

Does he really want to leave a sword for the East China Sea?

Although this incident is unlikely, it still makes everyone's faces heavy after all.

Those sword cultivators of the Small Dao Realm had already begun to head towards the East China Sea Sword Sect, while those of the Great Dao Realm were sitting silently by the stream, the long sword behind them trembling, ready to take out the sword at any time to meet the sword that might be heading towards the East China Sea.

Manxi's sword intent was difficult to calm down, and the sword intent of the sword cultivators of the Digital Dao was lingering, and the wind and snow in the mountains were all swept away by the sword wind.

It's just that the snow mountain cold stream is clear, but the hearts of those sword cultivators are extremely heavy and gloomy.

"Does this kid really want to go to the East China Sea with a sword?"

The person who spoke was not sure, so there was a lot of doubt in this sentence.

Maybe it's just that they're thinking too much.

Zhang Xiaoyu may really just want to go up the cliff as a Daomen.

But such a sword was left under the sword cliff, and the people of the East China Sea Sword Sect naturally couldn't ignore it.

The younger generations are well-known in the world, and naturally there are reasons why they are well-known in the world.

When the red sword came in Nanyi City, in April, it really shocked the world.

If it weren't for Zhang Xiaoyu going north later and losing the battle in Shanheguan, the people of the East China Sea Sword Sect would still be willing to call him Senior Brother.

Even these sword cultivators by the stream who are no longer young and dying old.

No one answered that sentence.

The stream was silent for a long time, looking at the wind and snow on the high cliff by the sea in the distance.

It's a pity that there is endless sword intent on the cliff, and the sky is full of wind and snow, so no one can see anything clearly.

Until a certain moment.

The wind and snow in the world seemed to be shaking for a moment.

At that moment, the fluttering was like a sword falling into everyone's hearts.

Everyone subconsciously lowered their eyes to the bottom of the cliff.

The wind and snow under the cliff were blown away a bit.

So these Great Dao Sword cultivators in the East China Sea all looked there in astonishment.

The first order of the realm of white clothes.

There was snow on the steps, and there was old moss.

There was also an empty scabbard.

The eyes of the East China Sea sword cultivators were instantly filled with fear.

"Where's the sword?"

......

Sword, sword, where are you?

......

When a group of East China Sea sword cultivators found that there was no sword under the cliff, but only an empty scabbard, the sword light of the sword intent appeared in the sky like a tide.

But it's not just the scabbard that's empty.

The same is true of the East China Sea.

The world is full of wind and snow, where are there any mountains and rivers sword?

Everyone's eyes fell on the high cliff.

Where the hell did that sword go?

Or where will it fall?

So there was a sword that pierced through the high cliff and snow, and fell to the world under the cover of those thousand-year-old sword intent.

......

Somewhere farther away, at the foot of a green hill.

The snow-sweeping man did not sweep the snow, but just held the white ink sword and sat quietly on the mountain rock.

Nearby, there was a sad Qingtian Dao uncle, sitting there with his legs crossed like a frustrated person.

In the distance, there was a disciple of the River Sect, sitting calmly in a tuft of grass, tilting his head to look at the top of the cliff.

The first snow in the East China Sea was slowly covering the world, and the grass was slowly turning white.

Until the green mountains are white.

It is also a green mountain white head.

Chen Qingshan raised his hand to sweep the snow on his head, the snow was ordinary snow, and the coolness was also ordinary coolness.

I just don't know why, he always feels a little weird.

So the young disciple of the River Sect looked back at Zhong Qingxue, who was sitting on the mountain rock.

This kendo overhaul, which disappeared into the world many years ago, and finally reappeared in the body of the demon clan, just sat there quietly, as if waiting for the heavy snow to cover the world, so that he could replace the sword in his hand with a broom to sweep the snow.

Chen Qingshan looked at it for a long time, then turned his head back and calmly looked at the snow-covered withered grass around him.

"My predecessor came to the East China Sea because he knew that I was here?"

Zhong Sweeping's gaze left his sword, crossed the flying snow, and looked at Chen Qingshan in the distance, the Dao robe of the disciple of the River Sect was black.

Just like the usual style of Hajong.

Perhaps on the hem of the black robe, there are also words such as mountains and rivers sitting together.

But Zhong Qingxue didn't see it, but only saw a figure sitting in the grass, revealing his upper body.

"It's just a coincidence." Zhong Songxue said calmly, "I'm just a person who has nothing to do to sweep the snow, I know your name, I know your name, and where you are going has nothing to do with me." ”

Chen Qingshan thought about it, and it seemed that this was indeed the case.

If Zhong Songxue really knew his purpose, then naturally it would not be a human, but a sword.

"But since I'm here, you better sit quietly."

Zhong Qingxue said softly.

Chen Qingshan laughed softly, the purpose of his coming here had never been told to anyone.

But when he appeared here, a lot of things were clear.

Except for wanting to see how Zhang Xiaoyu would lose, and then finding a chance to kill him, he probably wouldn't have any other thoughts.

"Why don't you do it when you're looking at mountains and rivers?"

Qin Chulai, who was silent on the side, and Qin Chulai, who had been swept by Zhong Sweep Snow between his eyebrows, finally raised his head, looked at Chen Qingshan and asked.

"Because senior brother doesn't want to see the noisy people in the view." Chen Qingshan said softly, "Since you can't win against Senior Brother, you have to listen to Senior Brother, not to mention." ”

Chen Qingshan paused, as if he turned his head in the wind and snow, and looked at Qin Chulai.

"Uncle Shi doesn't know that Senior Brother Yu didn't go up the mountain, only his sword went up the mountain?"

"I see, I left after that lap, I really don't know."

Qin Chu said very calmly, even if Zhong Sweeping Xue was still beside him, there was nothing to hide.

The truth of the sword is naturally unspeakable.

But the truth of the human world is naturally in his hands - after all, it is the disciples of the Human Sword Sect who are at fault first.

There was silence again at the foot of the mountain.

After a while, Chen Qingshan laughed softly: "My junior brother, I won't have been beaten to death on the cliff." ”

Qin Chulai quietly looked at this young disciple who was full of junior disciples, but he didn't have any friendship between senior brothers at all.

"I'm curious, even if it's just a different concept, it won't make such a dead hand, or is this the consistent style of your River Sect?"

Chen Qingshan really turned back this time, because the sea breeze blew the snow curtain a little sparsely, and this time Qin Chu came to see it clearly.

Chen Qingshan, who is only known in the world, but rarely seen in the dark all the year round, is not as gloomy as the world thinks, but is an extremely handsome young man.

Chen Qingshan seemed to look at Qin Chu in surprise and said, "Doesn't Uncle Shi know? ”

Qin Chulai frowned and said, "Should I know?" ”

Chen Qingshan said calmly: "I thought that the story of Bai Fengyu had not gone far. ”

Qin Chulai fell silent.

So Chen Qingshan is not surprised, just a subtle irony.

Anyone can say they can't understand it.

But how can you Qingtian Dao people say that you don't understand?

Qin Chulai was silent, but Zhong Songxue, who was sitting on the mountain rock, suddenly looked up at the green mountain where the sword cultivators of the East China Sea gathered.

The mountain is full of sword intent, like facing a great enemy.

Chen Qingshan and Qin Chulai also looked towards the windy and snowy mountains and forests.

The thoughts of the East China Sea Sword Cultivator are naturally clear to them.

Zhang Xiaoyu came to Sword Cliff to ask the sword, and the Sword Sect where they were sitting in the green mountains of the East China Sea naturally couldn't be indifferent.

In the face of such an outstanding young Dao Xiu, whoever comes has to be vigilant, not to mention that Zhang Xiaoyu is still from such a chaotic place as the Mountain and River View.

It was because they were sitting on top of the green mountain stream and sitting with their swords, Chen Qingshan and they were not surprised.

When they are in the game, they will naturally be vigilant, but whether it is Zhong Songxue or Qin Chulai, even Chen Qingshan, they all know that Zhang Xiaoyu cannot run to offend these people in the East China Sea for no reason.

It was because when the Great Dao sword cultivators on the green mountain slashed out of the green mountain and broke through the wind and snow and wandered between heaven and earth, the three people under the mountain were all stunned in disbelief.

"Could it be that Zhang Xiaoyu is really crazy?" Qin Chulai frowned and watched there.

Chen Qingshan was still sitting in the grass, which was no longer the color of the grass, and a thought suddenly flashed in his heart.

At the same time, at the foot of the mountain, there was the light sound of some swords.

It's the White Ink Sword.

Chen Qingshan glanced back at Zhong Sweeping, this Sword Sect senior brother was also looking down at his sword.

The sound of the sword is not only the sound of the unsheath, but also the sound of the winner.

There is also the sound of the sword.

When Chen Qingshan turned around and saw that Zhong Sweeping Xue had not moved, his expression changed.

Then Zhou Daowen appeared, and there were mountains and rivers coming out of heaven and earth.

It is a view of mountains and rivers.

However, this mountain and river is not the same as the mountains and rivers that used to be Zhang Xiaoyu.

Zhang Xiaoyu's mountains and rivers are flat under the high mountains, and the river valley is silent.

The mountains and rivers at the foot of Chen Qingshan are the mountains and rivers are far away, and the big rivers are mighty, as if they came from the sky.

There was a flat boat in the river.

Chen Qingshan stepped out in one step, and he was about to step on a small boat and go with the big river.

And yet that sword.

The sword came from the top of the cliff in the wind and snow.

Breaking through the sword intent of two thousand six hundred zhang sword intent, the speed in an instant far exceeded everything.

A sword came from the wind and snow, and then fell into the mountains and rivers.

It wasn't until those phantoms of mountains and rivers were torn apart like picture scrolls and turned into sermons and fell into the wind and snow of the East China Sea that the three people under the green mountains heard the sound of the sword coming.

The sword of the Sword Cliff is of course always faster than the world thinks.

Although Zhang Xiaoyu is not a person who sharpens the Sword Cliff, this sword is borrowed from the Sword Cliff.

What's more, all the way from the sword grinding cliff sword intent, more or less, there is always some growth.

Growth is a fraction of a second, but in the high places of the world, even if it is only a momentary speed, it is also moving.

Zhong Songxue pressed the thumb of his right hand, pressed it on the sword grid, pressed the somewhat restless white ink sword back, and squinted over there.

It is not unreasonable for sword cultivators all over the world to want to go to the sword cliff.

But if the Sword Cliff doesn't ask about the world, the world can't go up, and those who can go up have no reason to go up.

It's a pity.

At that moment, it was Zhong Qingxue, and he also moved some thoughts about going up the cliff to ask the sword.

Just think about it, forget it, it's a shame for someone like me to be an old person, and it is a shame to go up and be slashed down by someone's sword.

Zhong Songxue thought so, but he didn't have any intention of making a move, just sat there quietly.

Qin Chu didn't come either.

He is a person of the Qingtian Dao, so it is naturally impossible to care about such a thing.

It was only when the sword arrived that he glanced at Zhong Qingxue not far away.

This old sword cultivator of the Human Sword Sect who turned into a demon really seemed to be just here to sweep the snow, and sat there with his sword.

What if Zhang Xiaoyu loses?

Qin Chulai thought so.

Will you take a shot at clearing the snow?

But being defeated was just an idea of Qin Chulai.

Chen Qingshan is Zhang Xiaoyu's senior brother.

But he is not the most outstanding Li Shi of Daomen's generation.

Even if they are brothers in the same school, there is a gap.

Therefore, if Chen Qingshan wants to kill Zhang Xiaoyu, he has to wait for a possibility that after he asks the sword, he may be injured.

However, Zhang Xiaoyu's question sword only stayed on his lips.

asked the sword cliff woman's sword intent realm, and simply admitted defeat.

Just like he thought when he was on the cliff.

This sword questioning is just the most dispensable thing in these stories in the East China Sea.

So when you go up the cliff and see snow, you will see blood when you go down the cliff.

Chen Qingshan, who had just stepped on the light boat, was pierced out of the mountains and rivers by a sword, and the phantom of the mountains and rivers was shattered, and the senior brother Guanli, who was dressed in black, was nailed by a sword to a snowstorm cliff not far away.

The clear stream is murmuring under the cliff.

The brook is covered with white snow.

In the stream was dripping red blood.

Zhang Xiaoyu stepped on the wind and snow, held the mountain and river sword in his hand, and quietly looked at Chen Qingshan, who was vomiting blood who was impenetrable by a sword nail in front of him.

It was snowing everywhere, and there was silence everywhere.

Chen Qingshan was just chuckling softly.

That sword didn't pass through his heart, and the moment it came through the wind and snow, it was offset a little, so it only passed through his heart, which made Chen Qingshan's laughter a little hoarse, with the kind of mournful whirring sound of breaking the bellows.

"Hello, Zhang Xiaoyu."

Zhang Xiaoyu was silent, and then said softly: "In September, I didn't really go up the mountain, nor did I really enter the view. So I really don't know, it turns out that the River Sect is now in your hands, Senior Brother Qingshan. ”

Chen Qingshan's name is Qingshan, and he is naturally a member of the Mountain Sect.

He is a great disciple of this generation of Mountain Sect.

is also Zhang Xiaoyu's most orthodox senior brother.

Even if it is Li Shi, he is also a person of Guanzong after all.

Chen Qingshan just smiled and said slowly: "That was seven years ago. ”

Zhang Xiaoyu was silent for a while, and asked softly, "Why?" ”

Chen Qingshan smiled and looked at Zhang Xiaoyu quietly.

"You quarreled with your master and went to the Sword Sect to learn swords, you have to talk about greater truths."

Chen Qingshan said very calmly, raised his hand, held Zhang Xiaoyu's mountain and river sword, and pulled it out.

Zhang Xiaoyu didn't stop him.

So the sword was pulled out of Chen Qingshan's body, and the black and white clothes fell together into the clear stream under the cliff.

Chen Qingshan stood up in the stream, looked down at the sword hole in his heart that was a little offset, and said calmly: "I see your contradictions—your hesitation, your determination. But junior brother, you must know that Master is right. ”

"So?"

Zhang Xiaoyu looked at Chen Qingshan quietly.

And the latter just calmly raised his head.

"So I've never been a member of the Mountain Sect or the River Sect, I'm just a person from the Mountain and River Sect, and the view has never been chaotic, junior brother."

Chen Qingshan raised a hand, the river was full of snow, and it was also full of wind.

"The people who are in chaos are you, you are in turmoil, and you feel that everything is chaotic."

This seems like a very ironic thing.

When he was in the wine shop, Zhang Xiaoyu once taught the East China Sea sword cultivator - be calmer......

However, under this green mountain, by the cliff stream, Chen Qingshan, the river sect who is disliked by the world, is a person who is not peaceful enough and not quiet enough, Zhang Xiaoyu.

Or maybe it is.

So Zhang Xiaoyu did not deny it.

Mountains and rivers once again covered the wind and snow.

Although Chen Qingshan was subjected to Zhang Xiaoyu, he was still an extremely strong Daomen overhaul.

So he stood in front of Zhang Xiaoyu, raised a hand, and stretched out a finger.

The mountains and rivers of heaven and earth can be far or near, and that finger may be in the sky, or it may be in front of Zhang Xiaoyu.

So obviously Chen Qingshan was in front of Zhang Xiaoyu, but the young man in white couldn't understand the distance between that finger and himself.

"Kill you all."

Chen Qingshan said softly.

"The view will be quiet, and Master will not be so troubled."

A finger crosses mountains and rivers in an instant, and all distances are wiped out in an instant.

Only that finger.

Zhang Xiaoyu calmly raised the sword in his hand.

In March of this year, there was such a picture.

That finger, breaking everything, stopped between his brows.

But it's not March anymore.

He is not the Zhang Xiaoyu who temporarily hid everything in the world.

Even a fish won't drown twice in the same river.

So he raised his hand and raised his sword, and the mountain and river sword was pierced by a finger again.

But that doesn't matter.

Importantly, he also has a finger.

Everyone in the view has a finger.

And he has an extra sword.

Zhang Xiaoyu thought the same way.

It's just that what he didn't expect was.

That finger crossed the mountains and rivers, and after being temporarily stranded by the mountains and rivers sword for a moment, it did not stop, but continued to move forward.

Keep moving forward.

Even if his finger was already in front of Chen Qingshan's eyebrows, he could even feel the heat between his eyebrows - the heat in the wind and snow was very clear.

What does it mean to die together?

Zhang Xiaoyu flashed this thought at first, and then his expression changed.

Heaven and earth mountains and rivers are naturally heaven and earth mountains and rivers.

However, at this moment, a gurgling stream appeared at his feet.

Snow drifted in the stream, carrying countless chills.

What does this mean?

Zhang Xiaoyu pointed at Chen Qingshan's eyebrows, but in a crisp voice, he folded his fingers.

Compared to the Sword Sect, the people of the Dao Sect are extremely strong when they fight in close combat.

Especially the brow bone.

But with a finger of mountains and rivers, it is impossible not to break that layer of bones.

Unless.

Zhang Xiaoyu's feet were babbling in the stream, but Chen Qingshan's was not.

So it's simple.

Zhang Xiaoyu's mountains and rivers are broken.