Yao Ji stood quietly on the roof of a high-rise building in the night, quietly watching the battle in the streets and alleys somewhere in the world, and then said slowly: "It's that I underestimate this Taoist. ”

Liu Yue stood aside quietly and said calmly: "To be able to enter the Great Dao at such a young age in a place like Huangliang, where the power of the Styx is strong, naturally cannot be underestimated. ”

Yao Ji turned her head and looked at this Daoist who was also extremely talented, but she smiled softly and said, "In the eyes of that Northern Sword Cultivator, killing you is the same price as killing him. ”

Liu Yue said calmly: "What does the goddess want to say? ”

Yao Ji looked at Liu Yueyue, who looked indifferent, for a long time, restrained her smile, turned her head and said, "If you hadn't experienced those things, how would you compare to him?" ”

Liu March said calmly: "I don't know, I am a person from the Huaidu Military Department, a person from the world, and it is meaningless to talk about the Tao, not to mention, don't deceive the young in the world, before the age of twenty-five, unless you really want to be like the white wind and rain back then, I can't wait for the world to hear his name, the world generally won't go too fast - we cherish the years in the world." ”

Yao Ji said calmly: "I see. ”

The two said nothing more.

And no one cares about the cold iron cables in the night.

......

Qi Jingyuan sat on the snowy street, quietly watching the snowflakes falling towards the world.

This kind of waiting is very monotonous and boring.

But as Han Chan said, the cultivation world is an extremely boring world.

And Qi Jingyuan, who cultivates the way of sword strength, is probably more able to endure such boredom.

Once when he was in Cong Ran, he looked at that sword abyss day after day, year after year.

In the sword abyss, there is naturally something that has nothing to do with the sword momentum.

It's just there, all sword intent in the world will be suppressed.

So the man with the sword came, lost his sword intent there, and picked up something else.

Force.

Back then, he was lured to the side of the sword abyss by Lin Ziguan Zhuhan, and he couldn't be driven by his sword intent, but he also used the way of sword power.

People who use swords naturally have power in their bodies.

It's just a pity that after all, Hong Baptist Shan is not a person who cultivates sword skills, maybe because there was such a senior brother who opened the cliff with a sword on the cliff, so she also practiced some sword skills, but she didn't get into the top class after all.

In the end, he died at the hands of Zhu Han.

In this regard, Qi Jingyuan was about to face the red baptism, the twin sister who was once red, and they all had some pride of their own.

In the way of cultivation, he is naturally far inferior to the person who used to be on the cliff.

It's just that the ruler is short, and the inch is long.

Li Er's swordsmanship may not even be as good as the disciple of the Human Sword Sect, but it does not prevent him from becoming the only saint in that generation of the world.

Qi Jingyuan quietly looked at the sword in front of him.

The sword is stuck in the snow.

Myself too.

With his legs slightly loose, he sat down on the street as if he were sitting idle, and then plunged deep into the snow.

Then someone came up in the snow.

The thirty-one-year-old sword cultivator from the north stopped not far away with a slight smile.

"Sir came so early?"

Qi Jingyuan glanced up at the deep night, and then said slowly, "Aren't you too?" ”

Holding his sword, Han Cicada continued to walk towards the long street, and said, "After all, the gentlemen are here, and the students are always not coming." ”

Qi Jingyuan lowered his head, looked at the chilling cicadas that were slowly coming not far away, and said softly: "If you walk in, Mr. will not be Mr. anymore." ”

"I know."

The cicada whispered.

"It's just that I have 20,000 yuan in my arms, so I stop here like this, and when I say it, it will make people laugh at it."

Qi Jingyuan listened to the footsteps and said softly: "After the killer collects the money, he must kill someone?" ”

The cicada stopped, stood ten feet away from this long street, raised his eyebrows and looked at Qi Jingyuan and said, "What do you mean, sir?" ”

Qi Jingyuan said slowly: "In the human script, there is always such a story, the killer accepted the bounty and went to assassinate the protagonist, and then was moved by the protagonist's righteousness, turned against him, and achieved a reputation of benevolence and righteousness. ”

Han Cicada smiled and said: "That shows that he is not a real killer, killers don't need benevolence, benevolence is a false name, we just need to love money." What's more, the righteousness of the world has not yet touched me. And the gentleman himself said it, it was a script, not a biography. ”

"You actually know exactly what such a story is for, aren't you?"

"Of course." Han Cicada said calmly, "For example, I know that my senior brother is not a good person, for example, I know that this story of gods and ghosts in the south comes from the instigation of a mysterious organization in the north, and my senior brother is one of them, they awaken the gods and ghosts, incite the demon clan, and even provoke the relationship between the three swords." ”

"The news of the Flowing Cloud Sword Sect is extensive, and I know far more than you know."

"But sir, in the general trend, not everyone wants to go against the current."

"I just love money, and the world just needs people like us. When it comes to playing the card of reason, the gentleman should have told me when he was in the courtyard rather than here. ”

Qi Jingyuan was silent for a long time, and then said slowly: "So this is a different way, not conspiring with each other?" ”

Han Cicada said softly: "Our people from the Sword Sect have always been reasonable, if Mr. can win against me, he may not be able to do it." ”

Neither said anything more.

So the sound of snow stepping on the street sounded again.

That sound is very crisp.

It's like drawing a sword over and over again.

When the sword cultivator from the north stepped into this long street with his left foot.

The lanterns hanging under the eaves swayed slightly.

Then the figures of the two sword cultivators disappeared from the world.

There seemed to be a cold light passing by occasionally in the wind and snow, and then quickly fell silent.

It's just that in the snow in those places, there are sword marks constantly falling.

It took a long time before the figures of the two appeared in the heart of Fengxue Street in the sound of a long sword roar.

The two figures are staggered, standing sideways, Qi Jingyuan holds the sword in both hands, which is the momentum of oblique slashing, and the sword in the hand of the chilling cicada is raised, which is the momentum of pulling the sword.

The two swords staggered, sliding from the sword grid all the way to the end of the sword, and then hurriedly separated.

The sword intent sword momentum fell towards the wind and snow, each going a few feet, and then dispersed in the wind and snow quite measuredly.

The way of cultivating sword intent in the Liuyun Sword Sect is that the sword does not leave the hand, and it still retains the core of the retro Flowing Sword Dao.

And the way of the sword is also the sword in the hand.

The two fought against each other, although they did not stir up the wind and rain, but they were also quite dangerous.

Whether it was the Sword of the Chilling Cicada or the Sword of Qi Jingyuan, they naturally never touched the other party's body.

It's just that the sword intent sword momentum that comes with the sword is all going beyond the sword, which is also the origin of the sword marks in the snow on those long streets.

Han Cicada quietly looked at Qi Jingyuan, who was stepping backwards on the snow, and said softly: "The sword of the gentleman seems to be insufficient. ”

Qi Jingyuan calmly put his sword into the sheath, stood under the lantern of Zhaoxue, and said lightly: "Come again." ”

The words fell, and the sword was sheathed, and it was drawn again.

The momentum has also climbed a lot again.

The cold cicada's eyes lit up, and he said with some joy: "So that's the case." ”

Qi Jingyuan's sword returned to the sheath and came out again, and the chilling cicada naturally didn't need to be like this.

The cultivation of sword intent from the north, the vitality in the sea of gods surged, and more sword intent fell into the wind and snow, faintly with the intention of becoming a sword country.

Qi Jingyuan came with a sword.

The cicada retreated and stepped on the snow, and its figure disappeared.

When it reappeared, the wind and snow in the world were swaggering, like a curtain, and they were cut off in the long street.

Qi Jingyuan's sword stabbed straight into the air.

There was a chilling cicada screaming in the wind and snow in the world, and the figure of the chilling cicada appeared behind Qi Jingyuan with the intent of slaughter, and a sword fell straight into his heart.

Qi Jingyuan turned and stabbed back, and then quickly turned his body, and the two swords intersected again, and the sword intent of the chilling cicada sword was awe-inspiring, and it fell towards this academy gentleman with the wind and snow.

Qi Jingyuan's expression was solemn.

The cultivation of sword intent is still weak, and so is the cultivation of sword momentum.

A sword picked up the sword of the chilling cicada, and then put the sword into the sheath, and the sword momentum came out of the sheath, but it stopped those sword intent with wind and snow.

"Drawing the sword is a potential, and so is receiving the sword, and the students are taught."

Seeing that the sword intent that had left the sword was completely destroyed by the momentum of the sword, there was naturally some surprise in the cold cicada's eyes.

Qi Jingyuan didn't speak, just put away his sword and then drew it, and the sword was a few points stronger.

At this point, those originally weak sword momentum finally began to stir the wind and snow.

The sword is invisible, and you can see the swagger of the wind and snow.

Qi Jingyuan, who was standing in the wind and snow, was already unable to get close to the wind and snow.

The sword came from the snow in the night, and the sword momentum was far beyond the long sword.

The long sword in the hand of the chilling cicada took off his hand, grabbed the sword trick, turned into cold light, and shuttled through the wind and snow.

About the moment he stepped into the Flowing Cloud Sword Sect, he never thought that a sword cultivator of the Flowing Cloud Sword Sect would have a day when the long sword would leave his hand and fight.

It's just that after Qi Jingyuan drew his sword three times, the sword momentum around his body was already extremely powerful, and the chilling cicada naturally needed to be treated solemnly.

Although the Flowing Cloud Sword Sect is the most well-known Night Rain Sword with the retro Flowing Sword as the core.

But nature doesn't mean they don't know the sword of sword intent.

As a cultivator of the four stacks of the Dao Sea, the cold cicada is naturally also the cultivation of the sword intent of the main realm of the cliff in the world.

The long sword dragged the sword intent and the cold light, and walked through the wind and snow together, like an arm command, cutting down through the wind and snow.

It's just that in the path of sword intent, it is obvious that the Liuyun Sword Sect has a huge difference from the Human Sword Sect that inherited the Sword Grinding Cliff Sword Style.

They won't be like this.

Even if it is driven by sword intent, it is mainly based on the style of holding the sword.

Like in the long street of wind and snow, there are invisible people, who come with swords in the night rain.

So the night snow was sad, and the night rain was raining.

A sword of cold light circled the streets for several weeks, and then broke through the snow.

In front of Qi Jingyuan's horizontal sword, the sword roared in the wind and snow on the long street, although the sword was stopped in front of him, but the sword intent flowed out, but it was like a sword, and it went straight to Qi Jingyuan's eyebrows.

Qi Jingyuan had to stop his pace of progress, holding the sword in both hands, slashing the sword of the chilling cicada with one sword, and then retracting the sword again.

The sword is attacked, and the sword is defended.

When the sword intent and sword momentum meet, it turns into a sword wind all over the street, blowing in the world.

However, the lanterns still fluttered slightly, hanging under the eaves of the snow.

Even so far, the battle over the sword is still quite measured.

Maybe it's just like what Qin Zailai said in the original Qingtian Dao.

The world is within the reach of the bow of the Great Yi.

Even if the yellow sorghum has been cut off from the goddess and Huai'an.

People are still keeping to themselves.

The sword was slashed into the snow, only to disappear into the world just as it was about to fall into the snow.

Qi Jingyuan was about to draw his sword, but found that the figure of the cicada who was originally standing in the long street with a sword technique had disappeared.

Then everything in front of me turned into a night rain.

Night rain bells.

Chilling Cicada finally used this sword.

Qi Jingyuan stood in the night rain with his sword, but it was as if he heard a rather dense and complicated sound.

It's like someone sitting under the rain somewhere, quietly sharpening their sword.

The next moment, a cold light was already in front of him.

Qi Jingyuan's sword was three inches out, but those sword momentum were blatantly broken.

The cold light was just in front of him, and he was already behind him.

A sword in the night rain.

There is only one sword.

Just as the two little teenagers of Han Cicada and Sword Academy said.

A sword and blood.

It is the aesthetics of the Liuyun Sword Sect.

So this sword is indeed bloody.

Qi Jingyuan's eyebrows were a little red.

Then it turned into a long line of blood.

The figure of the chilling cicada appeared in front of Qi Jingyuan, drew the sword from the eyebrows of this middle-aged sword abyss cultivator, and then reached out and pushed the three-inch sword back.

Looking down at the snow on the ground, it was also bloody.

"Sir, your sword momentum is overwhelming."

Qi Jingyuan drew his sword repeatedly, and the sword became stronger and stronger, and the cicada naturally would not drag it out any longer.

It is supplemented by sword intent, and a sword in the night rain comes quietly.

Han Cicada raised his sword and turned to head towards Minghefang.

It was only after two steps that the cicada stopped.

The eyes full of wind and snow were full of surprise.

Behind him, the slow sound of a sword drawing sounded again.

Turning around, the cicada was stunned.

Qi Jingyuan, who was in his forties, stood quietly in the wind and snow with blood on his eyebrows, and a younger Qi Jingyuan stood in front of him, took the sword, and slowly drew the sword.

The streets are full of swords.

The sword is naturally in the man, not in the sword.

Out of the shell is also out of the sheath.

Jian Yuan.

Death Sword Technique.

.......

Liu Chunfeng fell into the River Styx again.

And this time, in front of him, there was a black-robed sword cultivator who came with a sword.

"It seems that he really gave you 10,000 yuan."

Liu Chunfeng rose again, stood on the River Styx, and said slowly.

Ye Hanzhong said calmly: "He can't do this alone, as a senior brother, it is naturally understandable to help him." ”

Liu Chunfeng squinted his eyes at Ye Hanzhong, who was standing with a sword in the twilight snow of Cangshan Mountain in the distance, and said softly: "Are you helping your junior brother, or are you helping Yaoji?" ”

Ye Hanzhong said lightly: "Both." ”

Or neither.

It's just to make this yellow sorghum wind and rain even more chaotic.

The sound of singing rose from the river.

Naturally, the witchcraft is low and quiet.

However, in such an underworld, those finely converging voices have also turned into countless long chants.

After Ye Hanzhong arrived, the witchcraft brought by those witches and ghosts this time was even more powerful.

A wizard with someone in the front row is not the same as a wizard with no one in the front row.

Ghost magic is imprisoned, witchcraft is practiced, and those spells are abandoned.

All chose to chant the longer and more tedious witchcraft.

For example, the heavens, such as the nest, such as the land of the Styx, which is constantly superimposed.

Overlapping and gone, countless rivers of Styx went straight into the sky, like a place to ascend to the sky.

The snow in the twilight of Cangshan falls into the world, and it is Liu Chunfeng, who is full of Taoist rhyme, and he has a faint weakness.

The dean of this false capital hanging the academy quietly watched those vast ghost arts, and the people of the Styx who had been summoned back from the Styx continued to appear on his side.

A ghost country.

However, this thirty-year-old Dao cultivator laughed softly.

Ye Hanzhong looked at him quietly and said, "What are you laughing at?" ”

Liu Chunfeng lowered his head and said softly: "I finally understand what a great thing it is to be able to defend Nanyi City at the beginning. ”

"These witch and ghost people who returned from outside Nanyi City in a hurry can still bring such a shock to Huangliang, so I'm curious, Huai'an Huai'an, how much higher is such a place than Huangliang?"

Ye Hanzhong said calmly: "A lot." ”

800,000 black armors, nearly 10,000 people from the Witch and Ghost Dao, and those ghost tribes led by Gu Chu Ling Yin, who had recovered from Dazeli, were almost all lost outside that ancient city.

The less than 200,000 defenders transferred from Shanyue City were beaten to the ground by 300,000 green armors, but they still showed extremely strong combat effectiveness in the face of those black armors.

This is, of course, the most critical place.

Then there are the 80,000 sword cultivators of Lingnan, and those disciples of the Human Sword Sect.

As Ye Hanzhong said, a lot.

So between Ye Hanzhong and Liu Chunfeng, there is also a lot of difference.

It's just that Liu Chunfeng didn't have much of a flustered look.

Just standing in the middle of the River Styx, looking at Ye Hanzhong, and also at those witch and ghost Dao people outside the River Styx, he said softly: "Therefore, it is reasonable for me to call some helpers." ”

As Liu Chunfeng's words fell.

There seemed to be many sword sounds falling on this long street in the wind and snow of the world, through the realm of witchcraft, and into the river Styx.

Ye Hanzhong was silent for a while, walked forward with his sword, and said slowly: "Yes, the people from Jianyuan are here, which we didn't expect." ”

There are not many sorghum sword cultivators, but there are always some.

And these sword cultivators are often active in Cong Ran, on the side of the sword abyss.

The world often refers to them as the cultivation of the sword abyss.

There is a sword momentum that is breaking through the wind and snow, and the waters of the Styx are slowly flowing backwards.

Ye Hanzhong didn't care, he just held his sword through the twilight snow of Cangshan Mountain and walked towards the Taoist who had entered the body.

"But in this snowstorm, it's the story that decides."

"It's between the two of us."

Before the words fell, a cold light sword suddenly came.

Liu Chunfeng was dressed in Taoist rhyme, full of Taoist texts, stepping on the star traces, avoiding such a sword.

It's just that the sword light is always faster than the people of the Dao Gate in a short distance, otherwise it would not be because of the prevalence of sword cultivation, the people of the Dao Gate will be forced to shorten the Dao Technique.

Although Liu Chunfeng had avoided it extremely quickly, that sword still fell in front of him.

Fortunately, the Taoist who has a Taoist rhyme into the body, and the bones are indeed hard.

Liu Chunfeng saw that he couldn't avoid it, but he directly turned sideways with his cross arm and took the sword hard.

Ye Hanzhong came through the twilight snow with a sword, although he did not seal his throat with a sword, but he also shook out all the Taoist rhymes of Liu Chunfeng, turned into Taoist texts, and his breath circulated around his body chaotically, and then he submerged into his body again, stepping on the star mark and leaving.

Ye Hanzhong continued to hold his sword and left.

Liu Chunfeng naturally knew that he was not Ye Hanzhong's opponent, so he had been avoiding everywhere.

It's just that after all, he also received several swords, and his blood-colored body fell on the blue and white robe like a stain.

Liu Chunfeng re-entered the body with a Dao rhyme, and the Daowen around his body was already a lot damaged, but he only wiped the blood from the corners of his lips, calmly lowered his sleeves, stood not far away, looked at the Styx Sky Dome that gradually revealed the wind and snow night, and said slowly: "It's not you and me, but four people." ”

Outside of Minghefang, there is also a battle.

Ye Hanzhong was silent for a while, and said calmly: "Yes." ”

So who is the person who walked into Minghefang?

will really determine the direction of this story.

The world seemed to be silent for a moment.

Those Styx countries were finally cut open in the sword power of the outside world.

The wind and snow poured in.

In the night snow, someone appeared in Minghefang with a sword.