The second snow fell in Lingnan on the afternoon of December 9.

Minami Island sat upstairs watching the snow begin to fall slowly in the twilight, gulping down the wine in the pot. Then he hung the wine jug on the money bags that Le Chaotian had tied on top of his head, and picked up the Peach Blossom Sword and Parrot Island placed on the corridor from the side—he was just drinking, and he didn't practice or cultivate sword intent, so he was put aside.

Le Chaotian probably also smelled some snow in the wind, walked out of the building with a pillow, and then looked at the thin white snow between the blue-gray mountains, and raised his eyebrows.

"How long is today?"

Nan Dao was holding two swords and was carrying them behind him, and when he heard Le Chaotian's question, he said calmly: "It's been nine days." ”

Le Chaotian said softly: "It's really more than a long time in the mountains." ”

"It's not just the junior brother who has been going on for a long time, and when he sleeps every day, he naturally doesn't know how long the years have passed."

"Senior brother who drinks every day, do you know how long it has been?"

Le Chaotian turned his head and looked at Nandao with a soft smile.

These days, Nandao has drunk a lot of wine, and the smell of wine lees wafts in the Tianya Sword Sect, and the small building in the canyon is full of the smell of peach blossom boiled wine.

Nandao glanced at Le Chaotian, then looked up at the wine jug hanging above his head, and said, "Senior brother, this is a bit of a frog in the well sitting and watching the moon." ”

Le Chaotian looked at Nandao and said, "How? ”

"Not everyone in the world is drunk with a drink." Nandao had a smile on his face, and walked downstairs with his sword on his back.

Le Chaotian: "......"

The amount of alcohol in Nandao is naturally not the best, but after all, it is also a person who has drunk wine for so many years, and it is always much better than Le Chaotian. Especially if you drink it slowly, you will probably not become confused from early morning to afternoon.

But sometimes it's not okay to drink in a hurry.

Le Chaotian can refute anything, but when Nandao says this, he really has nothing to say. After thinking about it in the corridor for a while, he didn't think of how to refute his young brother, so Le Chaotian gave up, just looking at the back of Nandao going downstairs, and was a little curious.

"Senior brother going to practice swords?"

"It's not."

The calm voice of the South Island came from downstairs.

Le Chaotian curiously turned around and lay on the railing, Nandao soon walked out of the small building, there had been a few winter rains before, and there was a slight amount of water on the cliff outside the canyon. The figure of the young man was cut into several pieces in the water, rippling, and stopped in front of the peach blossom in the fine snow.

It's a plant, not a branch.

Because many branches have grown in all directions on the first peach blossom, the wooden jar seems to have become a stake base, carrying a rather prosperous cluster of peach blossoms. So the branches are too thin, so they can only be seen as a peach tree. But the peach tree is too reluctant, so it is called a peach blossom. It's a flower, not a tree.

The previous rains knocked down a lot of peach blossoms.

Nandao stood in front of the peach blossom tree, looked at it quietly for a long time, and then looked up at Le Chaotian upstairs, and said with a soft smile: "When the spring begins next year, the junior brother will definitely be very happy." ”

Le Chaotian said with a smile: "Now that it is like this, I am also very happy. ”

Nandao smiled, but didn't say anything more, and walked past the peach blossom tree towards the cabin on the other side of the canyon.

The realm of sword intent, from the diagonal bridge to Qinglian, is naturally a long process. Qingjiao was originally cultivating sword intent, but he probably also noticed the fine snow in the world, and at this time, he was also sitting on the wooden porch of the hut, quietly watching the snow that slowly fell to the world.

Hearing the footsteps beside her, the woman in red turned her head and saw Nandao walking with a sword and an umbrella on her back.

"Send a letter?"

Green Pepper looked at Nandao and asked.

Nandao shook his head, stopped outside the wooden house with an umbrella, and said softly: "It's too late to send the letter today, and when I come back, it's probably already snowing at night, so it's too troublesome." ”

Qingjiao turned his head, looked at the fine snow outside the mountain, and said, "Is that drinking tea?" ”

Nandao smiled and said, "I don't drink tea today, today, I want to try my sword." ”

Qingjiao turned his head back and looked at Nandao quietly for a long time, and then his eyes fell on the sword behind Nandao, and said slowly: "Why?" ”

Nandao looked at the fine snow in the world and said slowly: "Today's fine snow, I probably have some confidence. ”

Qingjiao looked at the sword on his knee, the name of the sword was Qingtuan, but there was a sharp and heavy chill that did not match the name of the sword.

"Watching the rain in white still doesn't seem to be enough." Qingjiao said calmly, "If you lose, I'm afraid you won't be able to explain it to your husband." ”

Nanjima chuckled softly and raised his hand to touch his chest.

"I've already written the letter."

Green Pepper raised an eyebrow and looked at the South Island.

The young man under the umbrella continued: "The letter wrote that on December 9, I won the woman in red from the East China Sea. ”

Qingjiao quietly looked at Nandao for a long time, then raised his hand to hold the sword, stood up, faced the fine snow in the world, and said calmly: "Okay." ”

It was still twilight in the canyon.

Although the ground of the canyon is very flat, there are many sword marks after all, so those winter rains accumulate in it scattered, falling in the twilight that has not yet been covered by the second snow in Lingnan, but it is like a sparkling river.

The fine snow passed through the crevices in the top layer and fell very sparsely in between.

Le Chaotian saw Nandao and Qingjiao talking for a while by the wooden house, so he walked towards the canyon, feeling a little strange, so he walked downstairs with his sword. When they entered the canyon, the two were already standing separately in the canyon.

Le Chaotian, who realized it later, said with some surprise: "It turns out that Senior Brother wants to try the sword. ”

Nandao glanced back at Le Chaotian, who was standing on the edge of the canyon with a butterfly love flower, and said, "Yes." ”

Le Chaotian smiled and ran to the cabin of Qingjiao, moved a small wooden bench, and sat at the mouth of the canyon.

"Come on, senior brother!"

Nandao nodded, stood in the canyon with an umbrella, and then quietly looked at the woman in red standing at the other end of the canyon.

Le Chaotian felt that this scene was somewhat similar.

That night, when he and Lu Xiaoer and Lu Xiaosan had a ghost story, it seemed to be such a scene, but it was night at that time, and the cold moon was clear.

And now it's dusk, twilight is pouring down, and the snow is thinning.

When Le Chaotian thought of the word fine snow, he raised his eyebrows.

His eyes fell on the parrot island behind Nandao, this sword still did not have a scabbard, but it had some orange light that came from above the canyon, and the other peach blossom sword was in the sheath, and it was impossible to see clearly.

Although Le Chaotian didn't see anything, he still clapped his hands and smiled.

"Wonderful, wonderful."

Qingjiao stood at the other end of the canyon, looking at Le Chaotian, who was sitting on the small bench clapping his hands and laughing, but he frowned, then looked at Nandao, and said lightly: "Please." ”

"Okay."

Nandao stepped on the stagnant water of the sword marks in the canyon and walked calmly towards the green pepper.

The canyon is filled with fine snow and residual rain, and although there is a sound, it gives people a particularly peaceful feeling.

So the subtle sound of stepping on the water broke the silence.

Every time Nandao took a step, the sword intent on the long sword behind him became stronger.

The sword wind gradually rose in the canyon.

From the Parrot Island behind Nandao, and also from the Qingtuan in the arms of the green pepper.

When the two of them got closer and closer, those sword winds blew the fine snow and fluttered, like catkins flying in spring.

The sky is bright and sunset, and the snow is wet.

Nandao suddenly raised his hand and held the hilt of the Parrot Island sword behind him, and in a loud voice, he drew his sword, and then the whole person was like a flying swallow chasing the sunset, instantly passing through the fine snow in the canyon and appearing in front of Qingjiao.

The sword of the starting hand, ordinary and unusual.

The common thing is that it is just a straight stab.

Unusually, this sword is very fast.

The sound of cold light piercing through the snow was still behind him, and the sword had already appeared in front of Qing Jiao's eyes.

Fortunately, Qingjiao had seen Nandao piercing the sword of leaves in the twilight in the canyon, and she also praised it well, and when she saw Nandao holding Parrot Island, the Qingtuan had also been unsheathed, dragging the sword intent, and crossed the front of the red clothes.

When that sword came suddenly, the green pepper had already been cut down with a sword.

It is true that the South Island is no longer the South Island when the green pepper first met.

A sword slashed down like a storm crashing on the shore.

However, Nandao only fell by three points from the sword, and was not cut away.

The sound of swords in the gorge was loud, and the fine snow in the canyon was in the sound of the two swords, showing a kind of ripple, and then spreading out.

It's not sword intent or sword wind, it's just the fine snow that swings away with the sound of two swords intersecting.

Nandao took advantage of the strength to hang down the sword, and the Qingtuan continued to slide down from the sword body of Parrot Island, making a rather crisp sound of gold and iron, until the intersection was under the sword grid and slipped to the tip of the sword, Nandao suddenly took a step back, drew back the sword, and then deceived himself again, but he learned the sword of Qingjiao and slashed obliquely.

Qingjiao calmly raised his sword, picked it up, and the two swords intersected in front of him again.

The sword intent on the sword body finally touched on the two swords.

The sword wind spread wantonly in the gorge.

Sitting on the small bench at the end of the canyon, Le Chaotian's clothes were flying, and the innocent peach blossoms behind him were falling with powder.

Le Chaotian glanced back, then moved around the small bench, sat in front of him with his sword, and stopped those sword winds.

At this point, even though the canyon sword intent has been quite restless, it is still a dispute over the retro flow sword.

Even if the sword intent in the world is heavier at the moment, no sword cultivation can truly depart from the core of the retro flow sword.

The word sword has a blade, and it is also a person.

The sword can go thousands of miles, and it must also be held between three feet.

The two swords intersected, but it was a rare stalemate.

Qingjiao's eyes fell on the umbrella in Nandao's left hand, and then raised his other hand, holding the hilt of Qingtuan's sword with both hands, and snorted softly, the sword intent around his body flowed, and then a sword slashed away.

Le Chaotian squinted at this scene, but said with a soft smile: "It's really unreasonable, senior brother didn't smash the umbrella, you actually used two hands." ”

The sound of the sword in the gorge is clear, but this sword slashes the South Island far away.

Qingjiao glanced at Nandao, then looked at Le Chaotian, stood with his sword in hand, and said calmly: "You can't use two hands, it's not my problem." ”

Nandao naturally knew, so he didn't say anything, holding the black umbrella in his hand in one hand, holding a sword in the other, stabilizing his body, and looking at the fine snow in the canyon, and then the peach blossoms in the sea of gods opened their eyes, and watched those vitality streams suddenly flow backwards, wrapped in the parrot island in their hands, and the momentum on the long sword skyrocketed instantly, and then the young man quickly walked through the fine snow again.

This sword was faster than the previous one.

Qingjiao didn't even say that good word, so he hurriedly raised his sword, and stood in the canyon in red clothes, but he also took a step forward.

In the sound of the wind in the gorge, there seems to be more sound of waves.

Those twilight waters in the place seemed to have really turned into a surging river, and the sword light flashed all over the gorge, like a big wave washing sand.

The Storm Sword Sect is located on the bank of the Tongtian River in the East China Sea, and it is naturally the sword of the great river.

Wind and rain, a sword storm.

The figure that danced like a red butterfly, but with a rather turbulent sword momentum, met the sword of Nandao.

The sword intent is the intent to kill, and the two of them are naturally not overly driven, but the battle over the sword is still only on the sword.

The fine snow rolls upside down, and the wind and rain overhang the eaves.

Nandao was once again slashed backwards by a sword.

The green pepper did not stop at this time, stood on the ground of the canyon on its toes and twisted, jumped into the air, and the green group in his hand slashed horizontally in the fine snow, and fell down again.

Nandao's hurriedly retreating figure began to stabilize, and he had to meet this sword again, the two swords intersected, and the sword fire burst out, and in those sword wind and sword momentum, it was extinguished.

It's just the realm of watching the rain, and in the face of the green pepper at the beginning of the trail, it is naturally difficult to hide the decline.

Qingjiao held the sword in both hands, full of sword momentum, and leaned towards the young man under the umbrella in the canyon.

The sword of the stormy waves, naturally it is impossible to stop with a sword, those mighty sword intent from the Stormy Sword Sect, although they did not leave the body, they were attached to the sword body, wrapped in the power of ten thousand jun, and between the ups and downs in the fine snow, they slashed towards the parrot continent that was carrying the remnants of the twilight.

Nandao looked at the sword with a solemn expression, and naturally knew that this sword could not follow, so the sword roared again in the canyon, and the peach blossom sword, which had been quietly staying in the horse sheath, finally came out of the sheath, turned into a blue-black shadow, and suddenly passed through the fine snow and shot towards the green pepper.

Naturally, there is only one hand in the South Island that can be used.

But he had two swords.

He could have more swords if he could.

Qingjiao looked at the peach blossom sword that came out of the sheath behind Nandao, but he also had to stop his sword momentum and block the sword.

The Peach Blossom Sword and the Qingtuan Sword intersected, and then quickly turned back, and at the same time, the parrot island came out of Nandao's hand, dragging the cold light, and stabbed at the green pepper again.

Nandao raised his hand to catch the peach blossom sword that was slashed back by Qingjiao, and suddenly the sword in his hand felt a lot heavier.

Parrot Island is naturally an extremely agile sword, relatively speaking, the Peach Blossom Sword is much thicker and simpler.

The boy caught the sword under the umbrella, and then followed the light in the twilight snow, and the same sword was gone.

Two swords together.

The sword intent around Qingjiao's body flowed, and the vitality in the sea of gods surged, but it turned into a streamer, instantly avoiding the parrot continent full of cold light, and then appeared in front of Nandao, from top to bottom, thousands of sword lights came.

It's like the pandemic is at an extreme height, and then it rushes out of the cliff, like the Milky Way falling, like a thousand pounds.

Le Chaotian held the sword at the end and raised his eyebrows to look at this sword-this East China Sea sword cultivator wouldn't be real.

Whether it's real or not, Nandao probably doesn't have time to think about it.

That sword fell like the sky, so that Nandao had to avoid it the moment the two swords hurriedly touched.

At the same time, the parrot continent was driven by the sword intent, hurriedly turned back, and stabbed behind Qingjiao.

However, this Dao Primal Realm Sword Cultivator from the East China Sea was already surrounded by sword intent.

When the parrot island fell three feet behind him, it was difficult to get in.

Nandao's sword was cut back, but his face was a little pale.

At this time, the sword has naturally long been out of the category of retro flow kendo.

The momentum of that sword, even though Nandao had been cut back, did not stop, and continued to come towards Nandao.

At this point, the South Island seems to have no way to retreat.

Unless you meet it with a black umbrella in your left hand, just like you did with those swords in the past.

But not in the South Island.

He just clenched the umbrella and sword in his hand, and then raised his eyes to look at the fine snow in the canyon.

Le Chaotian also saw Nandao's movements, and raised his eyebrows to look at the fine snow in the world.

The powder snow is still light snow, but it is much bigger.

However, it was just a young man in the realm of enlightenment and the white-clothed realm of sword intent, what if he took a look at this fine snow in the world?

Le Chaotian sat on the small bench, squinted his eyes, and remembered the sword snow in the South Island.

Le Chaotian narrowed his eyes, but the young man looked at the sword coming from the cliff, inserted the peach blossom sword in his hand into the canyon, and then closed his eyes.

In the Divine Sea, a chill gushed out from the clear stream, and countless fine snow flew in the entire Divine Sea sky.

When the boy opened his eyes again, there was more than just fine snow in the world.

There is also fine snow in the eyes.

At the same time, the peach blossom sword in his hand, the blue-black sword body that had been burned, also began to have a little bit of fine snow.

The fine snow met the fine snow, so it became a more vast fine snow.

In the fine snow, the speed of Qingjiao's sword dropped quite significantly.

It's like the wind and snow have frozen everything.

Qingjiao felt the surging chill around him, and in the fine snow, there was a lot of sword intent.

However, this red-clothed sword cultivator from the East China Sea didn't care.

Even if there is fine snow in the world, even if there is fine snow on the sword.

After all, the realm of sword intent is much different.

White clothes are naturally white clothes.

It's just that when the young man opened his eyes and then pulled the blue-black sword out of the canyon ground, Qingjiao's face suddenly changed.

Yes.

White clothes are naturally white clothes.

But there is also a gap in the white clothes of the world.

When the South Island took advantage of the fine snow in the world, it attracted the fine snow in the eyes.

On the peach blossom sword, which was like condensing frost at the bottom of a condensed deep pool, sword intent instantly gushed out.

It's just white, and it's not just white.

When you wear white clothes, you can see white clothes.

The young man standing in the snow was like wearing that white robe.

So the young man's white clothes are not the realm of white clothes in the world, but the realm of white clothes in the sword grinding cliff.

A sword of fine snow came with countless sword intents.

The snow in the gorge rolled backwards towards the woman in red from the East China Sea.

Qingjiao put away his sword and retreated, stood in the canyon, looked at the fine snow sword that stopped in front of him, and said calmly: "You can send that letter tomorrow." ”