Zhang Xiaoyu stood quietly on the green mountains in the world, looking at the mighty sword intent flowing across the world, there were sword marks on his body from time to time, but this white-clothed sword cultivator didn't care, just stood silently in the flow of sword intent that glittered his body.

The sword intent is like a stream, and it is also like the sea.

So the battle between Cong Zhongxiao and the Demon Ancestor back then was 490,000 miles outside the East China Sea.

So what the senior brother said may be right.

What Master said may be right.

The two of them were just angry, not really crazy, and the entire East China Sea turned into a galaxy-like bright but also deadly appearance in those wanton sword intents.

What if Cong Blade really fell on the world with a sword instead of the black-robed emperor?

Maybe it's because I've thought of something terrifying, maybe it's because I've inherited my destiny.

The white-clothed sword cultivator's body began to tremble slightly.

The bloody white eyeband trembled in the wind like a white branch with a red flower.

Zhang Xiaoyu lowered his head, quietly looked at the traces of his walk all the way in the green mountains, and laughed softly.

So that's exactly what fate is.

It's where you stand.

It's also where you come from and where you want to go.

The white-clothed sword cultivator quietly turned his head to look in the direction where the two of them were.

His ears began to bleed.

Those rumors can't outline the picture that makes the world panic, but they bring countless sword intents that cannot be looked at or heard.

So Zhang Xiaoyu tore off a piece of white clothes again, wrapped his ears together, and walked calmly down the green mountains and towards the East China Sea like some crazy painter.

.....

Wang Xiaoer didn't know what was going on.

When the white-clothed sword cultivator left the town, a cloud and mist fell down on the high cliff that had never asked about the world.

Naturally, the people of the town stood in the streets, facing the high cliff clouds next to the town.

However, when one day suddenly fell on the earth, everyone panicked.

Even though there was nothing in the sea of clouds from the Grinding Sword Cliff, and nothing else in the human world had fallen into the town, they ran towards the edge of the town in horror.

So everyone crashed into a sword intent barrier.

Then he stood there stunned.

Wang Xiaoer held the bowl of noodles and stared blankly at the world that was as broken as twilight as half of the night.

After the sword cultivator with the familiar name of Cong Jian left, this young man ordered himself a bowl of noodles, he felt that his noodles must still have some shortcomings, so he had to taste what was wrong with them, so that those who loved their noodles would leave so simply.

So Wang Xiaoer, who had just eaten a bite of noodles with a bowl of noodles, saw such a scene.

So he suddenly understood.

His noodles are naturally delicious.

It's just sometimes.

The meaning of the world is more than just eating a bowl of noodles.

The world has to put on shoes, to put on clothes, to work, to know, and to have disputes over their own understanding.

Wang Xiaoer sighed suddenly, turned around and snorted the noodles, and walked towards the town.

There's really nothing to see.

Isn't the snow-white noodles mixed with green onion and chili oil much better than some so-called disputes?

Wang Xiaoer ate noodles in a big gulp.

Walked all the way back to the noodle shop.

"It's very fragrant, would you mind bringing me a bowl too?"

Wang Xiaoer, who had just lifted the curtain and walked in, heard such a sentence.

So he looked at the white-haired man who was supposed to be also a sword cultivator in a daze, was silent for a long time, and said slowly: "I'm sorry, my noodle restaurant doesn't sell sword cultivation noodles." ”

If you want to talk about the truth of the sword, why do you want to eat the noodles of the world?

Wang Xiaoer thought very sadly.

"Why?"

The man asked.

Wang Xiaoer walked towards the back kitchen.

"Because if you don't practice the upper sword, you don't deserve it."

......

Good is like water.

The sword is like a painting.

......

Spring flowers in the world are in full swing.

However, in the broken twilight that was intercepted, it was almost shaken away.

Cong Blade covered his heart and coughed, and the square inch surrounded him, and on the green mountains that were cut open, countless flowers and leaves withered.

And the flowers and leaves that fell on the ground were many more bright red colors.

Kamigawa is in the distance.

The battlefield of the two of them finally fell from the Qingxi Plain to the East China Sea human world.

Separated by the green mountains in the world, the long distance is also an extremely short journey for sword cultivation.

So before the blood could cough up much, a sword from Canran slashed through the world.

Fang Cun flew into the sky with sword intent.

But it was also slashed back by that sword and stuck in front of Cong Blade.

Kamigawa's figure swept through the twilight of the world, and under a glimmer of brilliant white light, it was hidden in the lonely night below.

Cong Jian looked at the figure that came suddenly, held the sword again, pulled it out with the earth, and put his left hand in front of him, pinching a certain ancient path trick.

"Pro."

Those sword intent sword winds and broken everything that flowed across the world turned into a slow stream, and even Kamigawa's figure slowed down.

Hanguguan nine-character mantra.

This is the biggest reliance on the blade that has survived from the ancient path era to the present day, compared to Kamigawa.

The sound of a word did not fall, and the trick in Cong Blade's hand changed again.

Yes.

"Bing."

The blood under those white clothes is slowly becoming lighter, and the sword wound in the heart from the years is also slowly healing.

Thousands of texts flow on the green hills.

The sword came out of nowhere.

Cong Blade said the third word in a deep voice.

"Fight!"

The sound of the Tao fell, thousands of rhymes entered the body, and the white-clothed sword stepped on the sloping green mountain, and the mountains and rivers in the world collapsed under that foot.

The Heaven and Earth Yuan Qi of the entire East China Sea was surging wildly.

As soon as the two of them went up and down, they each held their swords and met in the sky.

The twilight and the shadows of the gods and ghosts above the sky were all shattered.

The vast night finally completely enveloped this world.

Only the sword shines as brightly as a white plum.

Kamigawa's expression was cold, and the power of thousands of witches and ghosts came from the River Styx, blessed his body, turned into thousands of sword phantoms, and slashed down with a sword.

In the distant yellow sorghum world, a woman in a black dress standing in a rumored town turned her head sideways.

A sword collapsed in the world, and a sword god and ghost looked sideways.

At the same time, there is a vast sound in the world between heaven and earth.

"Columns."

Kamigawa's face changed dramatically when he heard the words.

The years and the world are lined up and orderly.

It's for the world.

The word in the column, like the crossing and the migration, is the art of scale.

And at the moment when that word fell into Kamigawa's ears.

The figure of Cong Blade disappeared into the world.

The disappearance this time is naturally different from the disappearance of the Vietin Technique.

The word column represents the aggregation of the transgression and the migration.

It's the art of time and space.

The mighty Wu River in Kamigawa's body spread out, and the sword of dust in his hand was also scattered into a brilliant sword intent, protecting himself in it.

Yet even so, the next moment, or more accurately, the previous moment.

A sword of cold light pierced through Kamigawa's chest.

At the same time, those Wuhe and the dust in the sky also fell to a certain place, and the figure of Cong Blade suddenly appeared behind Kamigawa, and was slashed towards the world by the sword of the dust.

Kamigawa spit out a mouthful of blood, raised his hand and stroked his right chest, and countless sword intent vitality sank into that sword hole, stopping the injury, and then looked at the white-clothed sword cultivator who was shot down by the sword intent to the world.

"One word, you won, junior brother."

Kamigawa's natal life is Wuhe, which is demonic power, and then sword cultivation.

And the Cong Blade is a well-behaved Taoist cultivation.

In the cultivation world thousands of years ago, there was no such clear division between Dao cultivation and sword cultivation.

At the level of Taoist cultivation, Kamigawa is naturally inferior to Cong Blade.

Cong Blade's figure stopped the momentum of falling in the upper layer of the human world, and while coughing, he said softly: "Today's matter, winning or losing is meaningless, if Senior Brother refuses to give up that arm bone, then ......."

The white-clothed sword cultivator, who was standing in the midst of thousands of sword lights, raised his head and said without emotion: "There is only life and death. ”

"Okay."

Kamigawa said calmly.

As a result, the flow of inexhaustible sword intent converged in the high heavens and the earth.

It's just that the sword can go thousands of miles, and it can also come thousands of miles.

Kamigawa suddenly turned his head to look at the south of the earth.

Fang Cun dragged the moment when the brilliant sword light shot towards Kamigawa. There is another sword in the world.

Suddenly passed through the vast world, from the autumn water to the East China Sea.

"A thousand years ago, the inn problem was never a problem."

Cong Jian pinched the sword trick and stood in the sword wind of the world, a sword intent swam, and the sound of the waves of the Daohai replaced the sound of the waves of the East China Sea and fell to the world.

The voice of the white-clothed sword cultivator was very calm.

"The dilemma is greed."

"The matter of Qiushui, even if I lose, if you want to take the sword, I will let you take it. You don't care about the world, so why should I care? ”

When the second sword also fell into the East China Sea, the situation that had always been dominated by Kamigawa suddenly changed.

The three swords intertwined brightly in the high heavens.

The sword that was condensed from Kamigawa from the East China Sea with the remnants of the laughter and the demon ancestor finally began to show its decline.

Kamigawa silently looked at the white-clothed junior brother who was standing on the green mountain below, and then raised his hand to recall the sword, and in the countless sword intents that fell towards him, he took it with a strong body of witch and demon power, and let the two swords insert into his left and right ribs.

Cong Jian saw this scene, but he was also stunned.

Just as he was about to take the two swords back together, an incomparably vast sword intent suddenly appeared in this world.

All sword intent in the world was cut off in an instant.

Cong Blade was as if he had been struck by a thunderbolt for a moment, and stayed there for a moment.

A young man in green clothes who was quietly watching the sea and watching the play on a lonely island showed some surprise in his eyes.

And those clouds and mist on the Grinding Sword Cliff were finally blown down to the world, revealing the unbelievable gaze of the woman in the white dress standing on the high cliff.

Fortune operator Xie Chaoyu didn't say anything more, lifted the placket of the little Taoist boy beside him, turned into a Taoist style, and disappeared in the East China Sea in an instant.

And in the distance, the goddess was no longer on the side, but rose to the sky with an umbrella, and the Styx River from the divine capital suddenly spread to the south, turning into a divine light barrier.

The world is looking forward.

Dazed and in a hurry.

A certain sword cultivator in the Donghai town who did not eat noodles as he wished felt that kind of sword intent with great nostalgia, raised his head and fell over the clouds and mist of the sword cliff into the heavenly dome of the world, just like looking up at a certain high cliff back then, and said softly: "Hanging on a line, determined by one thought, Seventh Senior Brother, there is indeed no one stronger than you in the world of swordsmanship." ”

Thousands of sword lights fell to the world like starfalls.

Cong Blade stood in a daze on the crumbling green hills.

"A line in the world...... It turns out that senior brother, you will be a line in the world. ”

Kamigawa just stood in the heavens with great peace.

"You say I don't care about the world, then I'll tell you how to really don't care about the world."

This sword cultivator dressed in a black emperor robe let go of the Dust Sword in his hand, allowing it to scatter into stardust and fall towards the world.

Then the square inch that was intercepted in front of him suddenly stood in front of Kamigawa, and the two fell towards the world with an unstoppable momentum, until they landed on the top of the green mountain that was far away from the blade.

With a bang, it fell on the green mountain, as if it was one with the world and could no longer be pulled out.

"This sword ....."

Kamigawa was dressed in a black robe and looked down at the square inch.

"I'll only teach you once, junior brother."

The moment this incomparably calm word fell.

The human emperor reached out and grasped the hilt of his sword.

Thousands of sword intent vitality in the world fell towards this green mountain together, and the endless sword light shot towards the world like the collapse of the galaxy.

But those are just phantoms, representing the trajectories of thousands of locked enemies.

And at a certain moment, a clump blade dressed in white standing in the green mountains of the world suddenly felt a sharp meaning appear in the center of his eyebrows.

This person who had slept on the Sword Sect Creek Bridge in the world for a thousand years and dreamed of it for a thousand years finally calmed down, quietly looked at the senior brother who was far away, and said softly: "Okay." ”

When that good word falls.

The sword of the Sharpening Sword Cliff Town Cliff that was inserted on the green mountain suddenly made a crisp sound.

It's not a sword sound.

It's the sword crying.

A crack suddenly appeared from the hilt of the sword, and then spread towards the body of the sword that was overflowing with cold light, like a plain cracking to reveal a bottomless abyss.

At the same time, Kamigawa closed his eyes.

The endless ancient sword intent fell towards the world.

Many years ago, a sword cultivator dressed in white on a certain sword cliff asked his senior brother a question.

- Why do you have to close your eyes when you are showing a line in the world?

The senior brother who had brought the human sword cultivation from the retro flow sword path to another level just laughed softly and said such a sentence.

- Because of pity, I have gray hair, and I can't bear to see the world.

In a spring when everything is dead and the world is in a hurry.

The world has once again seen the sword that has been lost for thousands of years.

From their majesty.

Kamigawa, one of the three swords of the world.

So when those sword intent fell,

A mighty destructive force emerged from the green hills.

Someone pulled himself out of his shell, and he pulled out a sword that shouldn't exist from the crack that had grown.

The next moment, the sword came out of its sheath, and the sword that came out of the shell of the sword Kamigawa stabbed at the white-clothed sword cultivator in a way that the world could not understand.

It's a long way to go.

However, before he could even move his mind, everything along the way had been annihilated in that sword.

The mountains and rivers of heaven and earth trembled and cracked, and on the Yellow Mountain Range, the water of the Styx River had a faint tendency to flow backwards.

Hanging by a thread and deciding on a thought.

This is the Grinding Sword Cliff Peerless Learning.

A line in the world.

It's just that such a sword did not fall to the world.

After piercing a wine gourd in front of Cong Blade, the sword could no longer enter.

The green-robed young grass withdrew the wine gourd for Hotaru, raised his hand to disperse all the sword intent sword momentum that fell to the world with the power of annihilation, turned his head to look at those who were in a hurry, and would be destroyed in the world with just one thought, and brought the wine gourd to his lips, drinking the wine that overflowed from the sword hole.

"Although I am very happy to see such a sword in the world again."

Cao took a sip of wine for Hotaru, and the sword wind around him was mighty, blowing the soul of Kamigawa and the sword soul of the sword of Fang Cun back into such a green mountain.

"But I don't like it when such a sword is going to fall on the world."

Kamigawa suddenly coughed up a mouthful of blood, let go of the sword in his hand, and coughed incessantly above the green mountain, then raised his head, looked at the young man who was drinking under the moonlight, and said softly, "What does that senior like?" ”

Cao Weiying calmly threw the wine gourd to the East China Sea for 490,000 miles, and those sword intent that was stopped would spread there without any scruples, and then reached out again to take a wine gourd from invisible, and then the figure gradually disappeared into this messy world.

The young man's slightly lamenting voice lingered in the night.

"Of course it's human."

The green mountains are silent.

The figure of Cong Blade still stopped there for a long time, and then suddenly knelt down, although the sword was stopped by the grass for fireflies who didn't want to see such a sword in the world.

It's just that there are two sword holes in the wine gourd.

One is coming in and the other is out.

Those sword intents with annihilating divine souls finally revealed the wine gourd and landed on the white-clothed sword cultivator behind the young man.

Although Cong Blade is not dead, it has already injured the soul after all, and the thousand-year-old avenue cultivation is slowly passing.

Maybe a year, maybe ten years.

This white-clothed man sat on the green mountain in embarrassment, struggled to stand up again, raised his hand to recall those sword intent after dissipation, and finally got free, but it was already cracked, and it took generations of sword cultivators to use a long time to re-temper the square inch.

Kamigawa coughed palely.

The sword of the soul out of the body, naturally the world does not dare to see it.

However, it is also a very serious injury for the person who wields the sword.

It's just that the two are not separated from life and death, and some stories are naturally not over.

So the two of them packed up the remaining sword intent in the world together, and on the two green mountains, there was a sword wind again, and the two of them took the sword again.

However, the next moment, both of them stopped there in a daze.

In the night, there are countless peach blossoms flying and falling all over the world.

There is a picturesque girl in peach clothes who is walking quietly between heaven and earth, mountains and rivers, with a lot of sadness in her eyes, on the earth, looking down on those scattered dust in the world.

It took a long time before the girl who was carrying a peach-branch-like cyan sword with a hilt stopped, holding countless motes in her hand, raised her head, and looked at the two people on the green mountain.

"Isn't that interesting? Bush blades. ”

Cong Blade raised his hand to wipe the blood from the corner of his lips, and smiled like a teenager.

"Of course it's interesting, Cong Xin."