Hu Lu didn't say anything, just looked in the direction of Shanyue City.

It's as if everything before was an illusion.

Without the appearance of the teenager, Zhao Xingxing was startled and rolled down the cliff, and such a sword was shot from the distant city of mountains and moons.

Zhao Xingxing looked at the young man in a daze, and then looked back at such a city in the mountains where countless moons suddenly fell.

Such a teenager suddenly didn't know where he should look.

Is it the boy who was suddenly hit by a sword on the cliff, or the city in the mountains where countless lives were wiped out.

Countless green mountains rose like a barrier at the moment when the story happened on the cliff, and countless moonlights were overflowing above the barrier, and this young man didn't know what it was.

Countless lives fell from there as if they had rolled down into the River Styx.

This can't help but make Zhao Xingxing feel a little empathetic.

Then there were many squeaky sounds in my ears.

The young man turned around, only to find that in the distant sounds, the tree he was clinging to was also slowly drooping downward.

The boy suddenly raised his head and looked at the top of the cliff, but he choked in his throat with such a cry of help.

The young man on the cliff was oozing a lot of blood, and some bright red blood was slowly dripping from the hilt of the sword.

This is the first time Zhao Xingxing has seen such confusion in Hu Lu's eyes.

Fortunately, the loud sound of the green mountains rising still woke up such a young man, Hu Lu lowered his head, the sword in his hand turned into a streamer, and fell in front of Zhao Xingxing, this young man didn't care that it was an unsheathed sword, let go of the tree trunk that was about to break in his hand, and held the sword with both hands, and then was taken back to the cliff.

It's just that even if his hands were cut by the sword, the young man didn't feel any pain, but just had a strange excitement.

Maybe it's the story of the strange changes on the cliff, or maybe it's the mighty changes of the city in the mountains in the distance with the hands of the world.

Zhao Xingxing looked at the blood in his hand, just wiped it on his body indiscriminately, and looked at the young man again.

"You ....."

It's just that such a teenager's words have not yet been finished.

He saw that the expression on the face of the Sword Sect disciple suddenly became extremely angry, and he turned his head to look at Zhao Xingxing very fiercely.

"I'm not wrong!"

Zhao Xingxing stood there in a daze.

What are you not wrong?

I just wanted to ask if you were okay.

The boy's lips trembled with anger.

Zhao Xingxing didn't say anything, just looked at Hu Lu who was so angry for some reason.

Perhaps because of the sudden shock, the boy suddenly felt an incomparable pain in his palm.

The young man from Huangliang held his hands in his arms and squatted down silently.

"I just don't know how some things will develop, so I killed her, I don't know the truth, I just want to help the brothers as much as possible."

Zhao Xingxing looked up at the Sword Sect disciple who seemed to be talking about a lot of things that he didn't know.

I don't know why, but a lot of wet stuff just came out of my eyes.

The boy wiped the corners of his eyes with the back of his hand.

It's like walking down the windward building.

The Hu Lu on the side couldn't stop gasping, and it took a long time before the young man looked at the aggrieved crying young man who was squatting there and said softly, "I'm sorry." ”

Zhao Xingxing didn't say anything.

Hu Lu silently pulled out the sword that was stuck in his heart.

Zhao Xingxing heard the movement, and silently wiped away his tears, looking at the young man who drew his sword from the heart very nervously.

Surprisingly, there wasn't much blood on the sword.

Zhao Xingxing's mouth opened wide in some shock.

The latter just quietly stuck the sword on the top of the mountain of Fengqi Ridge.

"Nothing strange."

Hu Lu said.

"I've been hit by a sword here."

So the first blood may have just come from piercing flesh and ribs.

That young man's sword was so similar to another young man's sword.

Not even the position deviated much.

Therefore, Hu Lu was very calm and carried the sword.

But when the young man who had managed to survive from the bottom of the mountain wanted to ask something, he was confused.

Zhao Xingxing silently lowered his head, looked at his blood-drenched hands, and turned his head to look at the blood-soaked battlefields in the distance.

The teenager said nothing.

Hu Lu picked up his sword and walked towards the south of Fengqi Ridge.

The boy was silent for a long time, but he also stood up and followed tremblingly.

The two of them walked a long way until they couldn't see the story of Shanyue, and stopped on the bank of a mountain stream full of blood-colored countless broken swords.

At night, a crescent moon shines brightly in the stream.

Hu Lu half-knelt down on the bank of the stream, put the sword in his hand aside, and then bowed with both hands to the crystal clear water of the blood-colored mountains, washing the sword wound in his heart.

This teenager has grown a lot.

Because there is no senior brother to help him cover up many stories in the world.

The senior brothers went to Huaidu, can they come back?

The teenager didn't know.

Just washing the wounds.

Zhao Xingxing stood aside silently.

Until the young man washed his wounds, and then looked at the young man on the side, he held his sword, and the sword intent around his body surged, and the sword fire rose in the long sword in the night.

Zhao Xingxing looked at Hu Lu a little blankly, not knowing what he was going to do.

Hu Lu just whispered, "Stretch out your hand." ”

Zhao Xingxing hesitated for a long time, but still raised his hands and stretched out in front of Hu Lu.

This Sword Sect disciple pressed the sword that ignited the sword fire directly into the hand of the Huangliang boy.

A piercing pain instantly came from his hand.

The boy screamed in pain and withdrew his hand with tears in his eyes.

Hu Lu just stretched out his hand, pulled the young man's hands back, and pressed the sword in his hand again.

"You're just a human being."

Hu Lu said very calmly, and the movements of his hands were merciless.

"Something like a sword wound can easily die from infection."

The young man stood there coldly, but he was also stunned by Hu Lu's words, and endured the pain, but he didn't retract his hand again.

"If you go through the sword fire, it will reduce a lot of trouble."

"Many soldiers on the battlefield died like this."

Hu Lu let go of his hand, and the sword fire on the sword slowly extinguished.

Zhao Xingxing was silent for a long time, then looked at Hu Lu and asked, "What about you?" ”

"I'm a cultivator."

Zhao Xingxing lowered his head and silently looked at his hands that were a little hot, and then said softly: "Scalding can also lead to infection." ”

Although the young man has no experience with sword wounds, as a man in the world, he has experience in scalding.

"Yes." Hu Lu looked at Zhao Xingxing's hand. "But sometimes there is no way to have both worlds."

Hu Lu said and was silent for a long time, and then whispered: "You sometimes know that it can be wrong, but when you don't know anything, you can only do that. ”

Just like Hu Lu was always worried about being known to the world that Liu March was killed by Chen Huaifeng.

This Sword Sect disciple raised his head, but there seemed to be some light in his eyes.

Then even his voice choked up.

"We can only hope that everything will get better soon."

Zhao Xingxing looked at this young man who seemed to be very hurried and powerless.

People in the world may always be like this, sometimes they are cold-blooded and ruthless, and sometimes they are more powerless than anyone else.

The young man carefully tucked his hand into his armor and hid it, and then sat down by the stream like a porcelain man who had forgotten to pinch his hand.

After a long time, Zhao Xingcai said softly: "Hulu, I want to go back." ”

Hu Lu looked at the young man silently, and then said softly: "I can't help you, I'm just a teenager." There may be some sword light, but it can't change a lot of things. ”

So I can only dream that I can't even keep myself.

The two of them sat with their backs to such a war and faced Qingxi.

There seem to be some very strange sounds in the night.

Zhao Xingxing turned his head and looked in the direction where the voices came from, and then he froze there.

Under the night moon, there was a woman in peach clothes riding a very strange thing like a golden iron ant, and slowly stopped by the stream.

The woman carried a sword on her back, and it was cyan.

Such a picture is something that Zhao Xingxing has never seen before, and it is extremely inconsistent in cognition.

Hu Lu recognized that thing, it was the flying immortal of the prime minister.

So the identity of such a woman is naturally not difficult to guess.

It's just that this young man has never seen that Sword Sect Garden, that little Cong Xin in a floral skirt will have such an appearance.

It seems that this is how it should be.

Cong Xin is a peach demon, isn't it?

It took the young man a long time before he looked at the woman who was walking towards the stream with a sword on her back, and asked softly, "Have you brought Master back?" ”

The woman with delicate eyebrows and eyes as if she had come out of a painting stopped by the stream and sat down, silently looking at the blood in the world.

"Nope."

Hu Lu was not very sad, nor did he shed tears, he just lowered his head, looked at Yixi Mingyue, and said softly: "I suddenly regret that I didn't look at Master a few more times in my dream. ”

The boy looked at such a little demon girl so reverently.

It wasn't until the end that I realized that what was lost and was being lost was irretrievable.

So the floating life temporarily sent the dream within the dream.

The world is like the wind.

The boy and the woman leaned on each other and closed their eyes together as if they wanted to have another dream like that.

So Zhao Xingxing also wanted to have a dream.

In his dream, he didn't know a sword cultivator named Chilling Cicada.

.......

Cheng Lu carried a sword on his back and walked on those cloudy mountains.

Although the sword is in the sheath, it has a very rich blood color on it.

The clouds and mist ahead were blown away by the wind, and some Dao rhymes were circulating.

It's just that Cheng Lu's sword has always been fast.

Before those Dao rhymes could converge into mountains and rivers, Cheng Lu slashed away with a sword.

Then this black-clothed short-haired sword cultivator took the sword and deceived himself.

No matter how hard a Daoist's bones were, he naturally didn't want to be approached by a person from the Flowing Cloud Sword Sect.

Unless there is realm suppression between the two.

It's just clear that no.

So before the Daoist who was hiding in the clouds and mist had time to stay away, Cheng Lu had already come with a sword.

This sword cultivator, who has always been amiable, looked at the Taoist in front of him with such a cold gaze for the first time, and the sword in his hand was pointed at the center of the Taoist's eyebrows.

"Do you want to die?"

The Liuyun Sword Sect is the second oldest in the world for more than 2,000 years.

When the Grinding Sword Cliff never appeared, such a sword sect was the second under the Hangu Temple.

The Grinding Sword Cliff rose, the Hangu View disappeared from the world, and the Liuyun Sword Sect was the second under the Grinding Sword Cliff.

Then the Grinding Sword Cliff declined, and the Human Sword Sect rose.

Such a sword sect is the second under the human sword sect.

A thousand-year-old killer sword sect.

Naturally, they will also have their own temper.

Ye Hanzhong died in the Liuyun Mountain Range, and the Liuyun Sword Sect naturally knew that such a disciple deserved it.

But the view of mountains and rivers appeared in the Liuyun Mountains like this, probably just like Cheng Lu's rarely appeared tone to say a sentence.

Is this an attempt to find death?

Even if the avenue is more than 2,000 years old.

When it comes to how to kill people, there is still no one better at it than the Flowing Cloud Sword Sect.

Therefore, that sword, before the people of the River Sect of this small path realm could react, appeared at the center of the eyebrows.

The Taoist has no words, and it is most appropriate to leave the so-called indescribable things to silence.

Under the threat of the Sword Sect, the Daoist recipe became extremely simple.

There is a sword in the center of the eyebrows, but the Taoist does not use the center of the eyebrows to pinch the trick.

As the Dao rhyme entered the body, the mountain and river Taoist raised his hand and held Cheng Lu's sword.

It's just that if Cheng Lu is really just a Seven Realms sword cultivator.

How can it be called the young three swords?

The sword in his hand flipped over, and in the terrifying gaze of the Taoist, he cut down the hand that was circulating with Daowen.

The Taoist body manifested around the mountains and rivers, and it seemed that he wanted to use this to distance himself.

But the sword followed.

Night rain on earth.

Some of them were hidden in the cold rain.

Only then did the Taoist's gaze finally fall on the sword in Cheng Lu's hand.

There was a boy named Hasueki Sword in the East China Sea, and he gradually got a name.

It's just that the sword of the fine snow sword is not called fine snow, but peach blossom.

Therefore, the sword of the Four Broken Swords may not be called Four Broken.

It's just that the Yulin Bell that was returned to the Liuyun Sword Sect by a certain Taoist is not the sword in Cheng Lu's hand, and the sword is behind him.

So what kind of sword did Cheng Lu pull out?

Break.

It was the last sword of the retro stream kendo.

Suddenly, the sword went straight through the throat of the Taoist.

A sword to seal the throat is the aesthetics of the Liuyun Sword Sect.

This is what the chilling cicada said at the beginning.

This sword cultivator, who just wanted to watch from under the stage, calmly pulled out his sword from the throat of the Taoist and shook off the blood beads on the sword.

The Taoist knelt down, smashed down again, and was buried in the clouds and mist of the vast mountains.

It's just that this black-clothed short-haired sword cultivator hasn't had time to take a few more steps forward.

And many mountains and rivers fell into the world.

It was as if he wanted to ask the sword again to such a young man who had not yet entered the Great Dao among the three swords.

Cheng Lu held the decisive part, and after calming himself, he pulled out the second sword.

Looking at the mountains and rivers, I didn't say please.

It is not said that the sword cultivation is only good.

Just swung his sword to cut through the clouds and mist, and said two very short words in a cold voice.

Look for death.

......

On the Fuyuntai Mountain Road, those mountain patrol disciples were patrolling vigilantly, and from time to time, many sword lights came through the clouds and mist, and then pierced through the clouds and mist.

Facing the existence of such a rising star as Shanheguan, even if it is the Liuyun Sword Sect, it will naturally not take it lightly.

After all, when the concept of mountains and rivers was first established, it was based on many Taoists of the Qingtian Dao.

There is a white-haired sword cultivator sitting on the floating cloud platform, and the sword light around his body is circulating, as if he is closing his eyes to recuperate.

Of course, there are many old sword cultivators in the world.

It's just a white-haired sword cultivator, which is often just used to describe such a sword sect hidden in the flowing clouds.

As the most orthodox sword sect in the world, those white-haired sword cultivators who were only active in the Sword Pavilion in the mountains in the past naturally meant that they were the existence of the uncles and ancestors in the Sword Sect.

Unlike the Human Sword Sect, there are not many demon cultivators in the Liuyun Sword Sect.

After all, what is pressed on top of the two clans of the demons is Cong Blade, Shenhe, and the Human Sword Sect.

With white hair, it is naturally a symbol of the sword cultivation of the previous generation of people in the extremely orthodox world.

When the eyes of those mountain patrol disciples fell on the floating cloud platform, they naturally felt a little at ease.

At the beginning, when the mountains and rivers watched Chen Qingshan, when everyone was unaware, he sneaked into the Liuyun Sword Sect and killed Ye Hanzhong, who was recuperating from his injuries, such an incident undoubtedly sounded a wake-up call for everyone - the world is not peaceful.

As a result, not only did the white-haired sword cultivator sit on the Fuyun Terrace, but the number of disciples who patrolled the mountains was also a lot more, and the realm was also raised from the outer disciples who went out of the customs realm to the inner disciples who heard the wind and watched the rain.

The storm is coming.

It's just a cloud and mist, and you can't see through it.

When a mountain patrol disciple withdrew his gaze from the floating cloud platform, he suddenly clenched the sword in his hand.

The mountain patrol disciples on the side were also alarmed, and they all drew their swords and stood together.

Only the white-haired sword cultivator never opened his eyes.

Beneath the mountain road, the clouds and mist are surging, as if someone is slowly coming.

The black-clothed sword is bloody.

It is Cheng Lu who came back from the world.

This sword cultivator only held the decisive departure in his hand, but the momentum around his body seemed to be a little different.

Naturally, there is no access to the avenue.

It's just that the realm has become the eighth realm of the trail.

What can be solved in the Eight Realms will naturally not enter the Nine Realms.

Cheng Lu is only twenty-five years old, maybe there is no need to rush many things.

The disciples on the mountain path looked at this young sword cultivator with admiration, put away the sword in their hand, and saluted in unison with their swords.

"I've seen Senior Brother."

In fact, if it is really calculated strictly according to the seniority, Cheng Lu is naturally not the existence of their inner disciples and brothers, but the ancestors of their ancestors.

After all, this sword cultivator is Chen Yunxi's personal disciple.

It's just that sometimes it's too true, and it's even more unclear.

Cheng Lu's expression was calm, and he also took the bloody decision in his hand back into the sheath, stopped on the mountain path and nodded to the disciples, and then bowed to the white-haired sword on the floating cloud platform that did not know how many stacks of the avenue was stacked.

"I've seen Uncle Shi."

The white-haired sword cultivator only opened his eyes at this point, and looked at Cheng Lu with a complicated expression for a long time.

When Cheng Lu saw this gaze, he also frowned, not knowing what this meant.

It's just that in the next moment, this black-clothed short-haired sword cultivator understood.

"You can't go up the mountain now, Cheng Lu."