Ye Hanzhong looked at the thousand-year-old scholar who was standing melancholy in the high mountains, and then silently stepped back.

The prime minister didn't stop him, just drank wine, held the bag of money, and watched quietly.

After Ye Hanzhong retreated dozens of steps, Qing Xiang put down the wine jug that had been holding it to his lips, and a wind blew in the wind and snow.

The face of this killer of the Flowing Cloud Sword Sect under the black robe was a little solemn.

"What do you mean, Dean?"

Qing Xiang sighed and said: "The money you gave is only enough to charm for a while, and if you go too far, I can't see it clearly, so I feel very disgusted again." ”

Ye Hanzhong raised his hand and reached into his arms, intending to continue to withdraw some money and come out.

The wind in the wind and snow of the Youhuang Mountain Range suddenly became violent, and Ye Hanzhong had to stretch out his hand to hold the sword technique, and the long sword was unsheathed, protecting him with sword intent.

The white-clothed scholar in the high mountain looked very calm.

"It's enough to take so much money, in order to prevent someone from poking the back in the future in the Hanging Courtyard......"

The voice of the prime minister fell in the wind and snow, and then the scholar in white clothes with some blood stains and footprints disappeared there.

Ye Hanzhong's expression changed, he raised his hand to hold the sword around him, and slashed towards the sword in the fierce cold wind in front of him.

With a bang, Qing Xiang's figure appeared in the wind and snow, withdrew his hand, picked up the wine jug and took a sip, calmly looking at the black-robed sword cultivator who was holding the sword and retreating.

"You'd better be honest and let me arrest Nanyi City."

Ye Hanzhong stopped on the Wind and Snow Mountain Range with his sword, drew his sword and stood up, and said with a sneer: "Dean, do you think I, Ye Hanzhong, may be an honest person?" ”

Qing Xiang stuffed the bag of money into his arms, and then walked towards Ye Hanzhong with the wine jug in his hand.

"Of course not, although the Liuyun Sword Sect is a Sword Sect from the Land of Killers, it has always had a good reputation in the world. There are probably not many people like you Ye Hanzhong, but it's a pity that there is a heavenly hell and a river sect in the world today. A lot of deaths for no reason have been carried on their backs, and in the past ten years, I don't know how many people you Ye Hanzhong have killed - if you change to another person, such as your junior brother Han Cicada, I will charge some more money and let him go, but you can't. ”

Qing Xiang put down the wine jug, and the body of the jug collided with the hanging jade on his waist, making a very crisp sound.

The voice was not loud or grand.

However, Ye Hanzhong, who was holding the sword on the black soil and white snow, suddenly spit out a mouthful of blood, and the sword cultivator from the Liuyun Sword Sect fell on the jade on Qing Xiang's waist, and then inserted the scabbard in his left hand into the snow, and the horizontal swords collided, and under the sword, thousands of bells fell to the world, which made him recover some of his vitality in those jade sounds.

Qing Xiang just looked at him quietly.

"Let Ye Hanzhong go, and the tongue of the world will not let me go. You also know that people who read books have a good reputation. ”

Ye Hanzhong probably felt a little ridiculous, pulled out the scabbard again, looked at the scholar and said, "Everyone in the world knows that the dean is addicted to drinking and scolding the street, is this reputation very good?" ”

Qing Xiang smiled slightly: "A major human repair like mine, the world dares to evaluate me, it means that they love me, and they have no shame in their hearts, so there is nothing that cannot be said, do you see that the world dares to evaluate your master Chen Yunxi?" ”

Naturally, the world did not dare. Because they didn't know what kind of person this ancient Flowing Cloud Sword Sect Sword Sect was.

Therefore, the reputation of being addicted to alcohol and the reputation of scolding the street is naturally not a bad reputation.

Ye Hanzhong was a little annoyed and speechless, and his sword intent fell on the sword body, but he directly stepped on the snow with his sword.

Although Qing Xiang is a big demon in the world and the Daomen is overhauled, he will not be forced to accept Ye Hanzhong's sword.

After all, everyone is a Dao cultivator, and a dog can give you a bite if he is in a hurry, let alone a Liuyun sword cultivator like Ye Hanzhong.

Dressed in white, the scholar avoided it.

That sword fell into the air, and the sword intent did not stop, falling between the Youhuang Mountain Range, slashing down countless distant mountains of wind and snow.

The Youhuang Mountain Range is not the world, so naturally there is no need to pay tribute to the world.

Ye Hanzhong didn't think about putting away the sword, but took advantage of the momentum of the sword, and the sword body and the black robe burned together, but they went towards the world.

Qing Xiang calmly looked at the sword light, took a step forward, raised his hand to his chest, and the mysterious rhyme around his body flowed.

He is a scholar and a person of the ancient road.

Small country and widows.

When Ye Hanzhong heard this passage, he was secretly shocked in his heart.

In the next moment, the fire of the whole person and the cold bell sword in his hand was all extinguished, and the world was vast, and the world seemed to be 490,000 miles away in the East China Sea.

It's not a rite of worship.

It's a rite of worship.

Ye Hanzhong stopped in the middle of the vast Dao Technique Heaven and Earth, and looked back at the Qing Xiang who was calmly standing on top of the Wind and Snow Mountain Range with an ugly expression.

"Five thousand words of the green cow?"

The prime minister nodded indifferently.

The art of the ancient path, that was the truth that only that generation of sword grinding cliffs could overwhelm back then.

In the midst of the white clothes, the thousand-year-old Taoist came with his palm and stepped on the wind.

Ye Hanzhong still wanted to struggle for something, turned around with his sword, and the night rain Linglin.

The strange recipe in the hand of the prime minister changed again, and he recited it lightly in his mouth.

"The road is wasted, but there is benevolence and righteousness."

Between the vast heaven and earth, there were countless Dao texts falling along with the wind and snow, and the sword intent around Ye Hanzhong's body began to come out from the Dao Sea with the sound of the stacked waves, and it was like the scorching sun shining on the snow, all of which were scattered between heaven and earth.

Only then did this black-robed sword cultivator truly realize that he had indeed underestimated such a white-clothed scholar.

Even if he is addicted to alcohol, even if he scolds the street.

But after all, this big demon from Huangliang is an existence under the three swords and three views in the world.

It is a person who has lived for a thousand years with the Hangu Guan Taoist book "Five Thousand Words of the Green Cow".

Returning to the avenue, he moved the real appearance, and naturally he would not give Ye Hanzhong any chance to resist.

Ye Hanzhong lost his sword intent, was imprisoned from his vitality, and fell from the sky towards the high mountain.

Qing Xiang didn't care about it originally, but when he watched the black-robed sword Xiu suddenly raise his sword horizontally to his throat, his expression also changed.

He's overhauled, yes.

But he is not a goddess.

Naturally, they don't have the ability to go to the Styx to stop people.

Even though he knew that Ye Hanzhong was not a person who would do this, Qing Xiang still incarnated as a Dao Feng, wrapped in demonic power and left in an instant.

There was a fierce light in Ye Hanzhong's eyes, and the moment the scholar approached him, he suddenly raised his sword and stabbed out.

Great demons are also human.

Taoists are also human beings.

If you are human, you will die.

Ye Hanzhong suddenly felt that Dao Saint Li Qianyi's words were indeed concise and clear.

The personal sword of the Liuyun Sword Sect is naturally not despised by anyone, even if he has lost his sword intent.

Qing Xiang naturally won't, it's just that Qing Xiang, who is a Taoist demon power protector, will not believe in the sword of the Liuyun Sword Sect, it is really so powerful.

Dressed in white, he approached in the wind and snow.

A sword came.

However, the next moment, Qingxiang's expression changed.

The sword of the cold bell, which seemed to have no sword intent, was as if it was carrying a scorching heat, and it penetrated those body protection texts and demonic powers very simply, and went straight to his heart.

There is a sword in the heaven and earth.

The hanging jade on Qing Xiang's waist left the belt on its own, turning into a blue and red sword, which was intertwined with Ye Hanzhong's sword.

The awe-inspiring sword wind is mighty.

This small country and the realm of widows were shattered.

When the prime minister came back to his senses in the midst of the terrifying sound of the sword.

Ye Hanzhong's figure had disappeared between heaven and earth.

Qing Xiang raised his hand and grasped the blue and red sword, squinting his eyes and quietly watching the sword light cut through the trajectory of the wind and snow.

The letter that was unfolded on the cuff fell.

There are few numbers at the end - Da Chu March Yin, Liu March, respectfully.

The letter did not fall to the world, but was blown back again by the wind and snow.

Qing Xiang calmly withdrew it into his arms, and the blue and red sword turned back into a hanging jade and fell back to his waist, and the white-clothed scholar turned around and left here.

Naturally, that sword could not have come from Ye Hanzhong.

......

The second temptation of the White Deer Demons to Yunjue Town was in the afternoon when they arrived at Yunjue Town in the North Witch Road.

There are still not many demon clans attacking this time, and the main force of the demon clan is still left around Bailu City, as if it is already a demon country.

This is the news brought back by the Heavenly Prison Guards who were planted in front of the Heavenly Prison.

The town instantly became in a state of combat readiness.

After the arrival of the sword cultivators of the Liuyun Sword Sect and the people of the Northern Witch Dao, these cultivators stationed in Yunjue Town were obviously much more adept.

Although compared with the people of the Southern Witchcraft, the Northern Witch Dao lacks the kind of witch and ghost art that chants for a long time and is extremely powerful, and also lacks the strange skills such as witchcraft soul conjuring, which is a headache for the world, but after all, the gain that such a Northern Witch Dao of nearly 1,000 people can bring is obviously easy to see.

Although the big witch who is called defective said that the Northern Witch Dao will take the lead, Ximen and Cheng Lu naturally won't really do this.

The Witch Ghost Dao in the rear, even if the original 300,000 Qingjia saw it, they would have to be sad for a long time.

Nandao and Yuan Sanzhou also went to the north of Yunjue Town, although the two didn't want Lu Xiaoer to face such a thing, but the little boy still insisted on holding the sword and followed.

In the mid-spring twilight, the smoke and clouds are filled, and the glow is spreading.

If it weren't for the affairs of the demon clan in the world, this would probably be the most beautiful scenery in such a small town.

Yuan Sanzhou stood on top of the barrier with a solemn expression - this barrier outside the town was much taller and thicker.

Nandao beside him looked calm, and Parrot Island had already been unsheathed first, dragging streamers around him.

The direction of the story in the world is determined by those cultivators in the upper realm.

However, the realm of enlightenment is naturally the backbone of the world.

It's like what Zhang Xiaoyu and Mei Quming said at the beginning of Nanyi City.

The people below the upper realm are often pushed forward by the general trend and involuntarily go forward.

Just like the Lingnan Sword Sect for thousands of years.

To put it nicely, it is called radiating the surroundings of Lingnan and stabilizing the world.

To put it mildly, they can only do that.

Listening to the wind chanting their sword cultivators, they naturally couldn't participate in the decision-making of the cultivators in the upper realm, so they could only try their best to follow the stream.

In this improvised pass town, between the barriers that cross the north of the town, most of the cultivators are cultivators who are in the realm of enlightenment.

There are only a handful of trails, and people like Ximen Chenglu are naturally very few.

Although there were nearly a thousand people in those Northern Witch Dao, they were scattered behind those sword cultivators and Daoists, sitting on top of the barrier.

It's just that if such a sect is quite popular in the south, it will not go to the trouble of wanting to enter the land of the same stream in the north.

Everyone was silent and quietly waiting inside and outside the walls of Cloud Absolute Town, waiting for those February evening winds, with smoke and demonic power, to fall into this twilight together.

Before the man arrived, the sound came first.

Just like the sound of Xun last night, the smoke and dust had not yet crossed the mountain forest, and the desolate sound came first.

Twilight birds fluttered away, swooping down several long and narrow tail feathers.

There was a deep chant to the sound of singing.

From those who are in the Northern Witch Path.

Although the Northern Witch Dao was disliked and despised by the Southern Witches, they also felt that they had inherited the Northern Dao in the South.

It's just that such a sect is still a branch of the Witch Ghost Dao after all.

The tail tune of the story comes from the gods.

Naturally somber and solemn.

What's more, no matter how much the Northern Witch Dao refuses to admit it, when the Great Wind Calendar is the fifteenth day of the first month of the year 1004, the goddess re-sacrifices Taiyi, and there are gods outside Kyoto who inherit the Styx River and reappear in the world, the people of the Witch and Ghost Dao in the world will naturally benefit from it.

The feedback from the gods of the river of return was much faster than it was back then.

The ode rises and the image is silent.

The art of the Northern Witchcraft is not as vast and majestic as the Southern Witch.

However, it is still enough to cover the world of this pass town.

Wuhe is the art of co-holding between the north and the south, and it is also the most basic natal art, just like sword intent, just like Taoism.

When the chant of those northern witches gradually rose, thousands of rivers fell to the world, and the witch rivers passed through the underworld, so the power of the witches and ghosts with dark colors began to permeate the twilight of heaven and earth.

When the first demon clan stepped out of the twilight of the mountains and forests, it was obvious that they were a little overwhelmed in the face of such a picture.

I haven't seen witchcraft in the world for a long time.

Although the battle outside Nanyi City spread all over the world, what I saw with my own eyes and hearsay were naturally different concepts.

It's just that soon the emotions that come from the heart overshadow the confusion in the face of the power of witches.

The demon power in the mountains and forests surged, and thousands of demon clans gushed out, like the tide, like a broken embankment.

All of us have had moments of deafness.

In the sound of the Xunyin piano singing and the noisy sound of countless demon clans surging through the world.

The people of the Liuyun Sword Sect are slightly weak in the way of sword intent and sword, they are better at the sword in their hands, and they are beyond the world, when those people of the demon clan come in the twilight.

Those Liuyun sword cultivators turned into sword light, and under the cover of witch and ghost magic, they fell to the front of the battlefield.

And immediately afterwards, there were many cold light swords that were wrapped in sword intent and pierced through the sky.

Like fire in a stone, a horse in a gap, and a body in a dream.

The mighty sound of this war resounded in the sky in an instant.

The little boy Lu Xiaoer stood on the eaves of the human town with his sword in his hand - not only Nandao, but also those other sword cultivators did not allow this twelve-year-old Jianshan sword cultivator to set foot outside the town.

.......

The wind and smoke are beginning to break and the clouds are broken, and the glow is thin and the wind is thin.

Sparkling like water, shining on Kira.

The rhododendrons are as red as wildfire.

......

For the first time, Lu Xiaoer really realized what the red cuckoo meant.

The battlefields that I saw this morning after the smoke of gunfire had subsided, the kind of tragedy was far less than one-ten-thousandth of what we have seen now.

Lu Xiaoer seemed to finally understand where the anger and depression in Nandao came from.

Such a war will magnify all the emotions in the hearts of the world.

Fear begets fear.

Anger breeds anger.

So everything became a sword light that fell into the world in that twilight.

The parrot continent in the South Island went away like cold water, shuttling between those demon clans with a fierce sword intent.

It's like a fruit farmer, cutting ripe fruits.

The people of the demon clan naturally don't just rely on demon power.

In the story of thousands of years of the same flow in the world, they naturally cultivated swords and Taoism.

So among the demon clans, there is also a sword light that rises in the smoke and clouds of the world, and the cold light of those people in the world is intertwined.

The war in the twilight was bogged down.

The sword light and dao technique flickered, the witch and ghost technique continued to spread, and the demon magic rose in the smoke and dust, and fell to the world together.

Lu Xiaoer couldn't see clearly what those demon clans who came in the twilight looked like.

Whether they have long ears or a big horse head?

The twilight was dim, and the young man who was looking from afar could not see clearly.

So it looks more like a war between the world.

That's probably why the demon clan always chooses to attack in the twilight, in the night.

Everyone knows in their hearts that the two are not of the same race, but they have been of the same blood.

However, no matter who you are, when facing those similar enemies, there will probably always be a lot of confusion in your heart, and that kind of indignation will be dissipated.

Lu Xiaoer sat silently on the ridge of the eaves.

Looking at the demon clan who fell far away under their own uncle's parrot continent, he thought doubtfully.

If.

If those demon clans, when they hold the sharp blades in their hands and fall to the world.

Do they also have hesitation and trepidation in their hearts?

Lu Xiaoer didn't know.

Thoughts are a bystander's business.

People who fall into blood and fire will only look to see if there is a sword magic coming towards them.

A long war, a long war.

When the night of the world swallowed up those heavenly lights, the demon clan finally approached the town.

As Cheng Lu said, the story of the Liuyun Sword Sect is in the Hanging Snow and Qingluo.

Therefore, those Liuyun Sword Cultivators did not come much, and under the mighty momentum of the demon clan, they were constantly retreating.

Around Lingnan, Shanyue and Nanyi have been suppressed, and those demon clans that are like flooding water have all converged to Bailu, even if this is just a temptation, the momentum of those demon clans that continue to rush forward is also quite fierce.

When Lu Xiaoer clenched the Xiwu Sword in his hand with nervousness, the sword intent cultivators who stood on the barrier were also in the midst of consuming a lot of Shenhai vitality, and with a sense of tiredness, they raised their swords and the sword cultivators of the Liuyun Sword Sect to the forefront.

Between heaven and earth, the power of witches and ghosts flowed, which caused a great obstacle to the progress of those demon clans.

The power of witches and ghosts comes from the power of the River Styx, and naturally it comes with the meaning of destruction and annihilation.

Between the circulation of the power of those witches and ghosts controlled by the Northern Witch Dao, the demonic power of those demon clans was naturally continuously reduced.

Lu Xiaoer has lost the trace of his uncle.

The young man who holds an umbrella all day long, when he walks in the world, may be particularly eye-catching.

However, in the midst of that kind of hasty night war, it is probably just a small black mushroom.

Yuan Sanzhou, who was holding a sword and fighting with those demon clans, was also looking at the figure of such a young man.

He Yuan Sanzhou can naturally die in this, but Nandao cannot.

Such a teenager represents the hope of the rise of Lingnan.

It took a long time for Yuan Sanzhou to finally see such a young man who had finally rushed out of the demon clan's encirclement in those blood-colored sword lights.

Nandao held an umbrella in one hand and a peach blossom sword in the other, and the parrot island had disappeared into the night, and he didn't know where it went.

This young man who fought with an umbrella slashed away the people of the demon clan in front of him with a horizontal sword, and most of the blood sprayed out was covered by the black umbrella, but even so, this young man was still covered in blood, raised his head quietly, and his eyes fell into the distant mountains.

Parrot Island is naturally there.