For Cheng Lu, there are some things that naturally have to be done.

Before coming to the Liuyun Sword Sect, he didn't know if there would be a Sword Sect Master Uncle to make a move.

It's just obvious that this black-clothed short-haired sword cultivator guessed correctly.

As he stood on that cliff, a sword light came to him.

It was the disciple of the Flowing Cloud Sword Sect who had chased Cheng Lu all the way.

It's just that this is probably not something that can make Cheng Lu happy.

On the contrary, this young sword cultivator looked at the sword that pierced through his throat, turned around, and stood on the cliff and looked at the sword sect in silence for a long time.

Why don't you even though you are not well-known, in the end, you are also a person who has entered the Great Dao, but such a Great Dao cultivation, the white-haired uncle said that he would kill it, which naturally means that the situation within the Liuyun Sword Sect is extremely complicated and extremely severe.

Cheng Lu naturally knew that Chen Qingshan had gone up the mountain to kill people.

It's just that such a Daoist, doing this, what did they discover within the Sword Sect?

Cheng Lu watched silently for a long time, and then turned his head and looked at such a senior brother who was struggling to die again.

Even if it is a human being, a sword will not die with a sword.

Instead, they struggle for a long time until they convulse and stiffen.

But for practitioners, sometimes they die faster.

After all, those who can kill cultivators are often cultivators.

When Cheng Lu fell from the top of the high cliff, the senior brother sat there, reaching out to cover the sword hole in his throat - but for a cultivator, it was naturally not fatal.

Nanyi City Hulu was stabbed through the heart by a sword from Nandao, and he was able to survive well.

Physical injuries, unless they are really enough to destroy the entire body function, are naturally not too fatal.

What is really fatal is the sword intent that spreads towards the limbs and hundreds of bones from the flesh and blood of those sword holes.

Until everything is destroyed.

When Cheng Lu stopped in front of him, the vitality of this Great Dao Sword Cultivator was constantly diffuse, and there was sword intent in his body constantly swimming, maybe he was about to reach the Shenhai.

"When did you guys start?"

Cheng Lu held the sword and looked at this senior brother with puzzlement.

How can a young Taoist with a view of mountains and rivers connect many forces in the world?

From the demon cultivator of the Human Sword Sect four hundred years ago, to the Huangliang Southern Chu Wuming Mayfly, to the Liuyun Sword Sect, and many Daomen in the north.

Cheng Lu couldn't imagine how amazing Li Shi was.

How did it connect such an incomparably amazing organization without making a sound, and so far the whole picture has not been seen.

What's more, it is precisely because he is good enough and amazing enough that in the past ten years, since Li Shi entered the meditation and practice, such a Taoist has always been in the eyes of the world.

It's probably an incredible thing.

Why don't you hold your throat and utter some syllables of unknown meaning.

Cheng Lu just watched calmly, and his eyes fell on the sword in the senior brother's hand again.

"Senior brother, do you think I'll come and listen to it?"

This short-haired sword cultivator stood in the night clouds in black clothes, and said extremely calmly.

"Everyone is from the Flowing Cloud Sword Sect, do you think I'm so stupid?"

Why don't you breathe hard, like a strong wind tearing the rags by the window, and there are some blood foams at the corners of your mouth, which looks miserable.

It's just that no matter what, Cheng Lu didn't really get close to this sword cultivator's three feet.

The sword intent was surging through everything in this sword cultivator's body.

The two looked at each other with great calm.

Cheng Lu naturally knew what he was betting on.

Bet that before his Divine Sea was shattered, Cheng Lu would stretch out his head with curiosity.

Maybe he was right.

Because Cheng Lu still wants to know too many answers in the end, even if he knows that maybe he won't say it.

This black-clothed, short-haired sword cultivator poked his head out.

Why don't you have a flash of brilliance in your eyes.

It's just that immediately after, he was stunned, his hand was not raised, even with the remnant sword intent of the Divine Sea, he did not urge such a sword.

The hand flew in the sky, and the sword was nailed to the ground by some broken sword.

Cheng Lu's sword has always been fast.

Why don't you even notice when he is, he has already cut off his hands and feet, and it is exactly four broken.

This sword cultivator just sighed in the end.

From that sigh, Cheng Lu just heard something that was about to be completely broken.

Perhaps at the last moment, this senior brother of the Liuyun Sword Sect finally had a trace of pity for the world, and slurred blood foam and said a word.

“..... 2. ....."

Cheng Lu subconsciously stretched his head closer.

It's just a pity that there is nothing.

There was a sword intent that broke through the last of the resistance and fell into the sea of gods.

So the sea of gods was shattered.

So there was a name for the sword cultivator who went to the River Styx.

It was just from the meaning in the eyes that this sword cultivator had opened before he died, that he probably regretted it a little.

regretted that he didn't say something meaningful earlier, so Cheng Lu would stick his head over as if he was being slaughtered.

Cheng Lu looked at him silently for a long time.

So two what?

Two forced, two goods?

A single word can be used as a means of scolding.

But Cheng Lu understood that he was naturally not scolding himself.

So it's about twenty, two hundred.

Cheng Lu squatted there for a long time, then stood up with his sword, raised his head and looked at the night for a long time.

Of course, the old Taoist will not come here.

Because this place is too close to the Flowing Cloud Sword Sect.

Unless he is as bold as Chen Qingshan.

It's naturally pointless to just stay here for a long time.

Only then did Cheng Lu finally begin to deal with the wound on his shoulder.

Tearing off a piece of black clothing and bandaging it, he turned and headed south.

......

Only in this mountain, the clouds are deep and do not know where.

Such a green mountain is naturally hidden in the clouds.

After Lu Xiaoxiao and the others said goodbye to the small town of Sword Cultivation, they continued to go north, probably because they didn't want to go too far, but on the way, they met some Lingnan teenagers who had settled near the Liuyun Mountain Range.

Lu Xiaoxiao naturally didn't know where they were going, so they didn't stop, but continued to the north.

It's not that the world will hear their story because they have climbed that mountain.

It's just that the conflict between the Liuyun Sword Sect and the Mountains and Rivers Concept is still there, and looking at Cheng Lu's appearance, there are probably some problems within the Sword Sect.

Therefore, in order to prevent them from being affected by the time, they still chose to climb over the Liuyun Mountain Range first.

At least compared to the South, the North is more tranquil.

It was only when they were climbing over those misty mountains that Lu Xiaoxiao realized that they might still underestimate the chaos in the Liuyun Mountain Range.

The color of blood was indeed hidden in a cloud of mist, and the cloud was deep and nowhere to be found.

Sometimes, you will see some traces of fierce battles on the mountain road, leaving sword marks in one place, and scattered sword cultivators or corpses of Taoists.

The little boys looked there with some panic.

This made them a little worried about the road ahead.

Although the scale is not large, it is probably only one or two disciples of Liuyun Sword Cultivation who have met the Daoist of the River Sect.

But this is still the outer edge of the Liuyun Mountain Range, and who knows what else will happen if you go deeper?

After Lu Xiaosi was frightened, he took on the responsibility of his senior brother very sincerely, looked at Lu Xiaoliu tremblingly and said, "Don't be afraid, there are no ghosts in the world." ”

Before he finished speaking, he was hit on the head by Lu Xiaoyi.

"Don't talk nonsense, don't hurry up and follow Jiangnan."

A group of young teenagers ran through there in fear.

Wu Dalong and Lu Xiaoxiao stood on the mountain road in some silence.

"What are you going to do with the Mountain and River View and the Flowing Cloud Sword Sect?"

Lu Xiaoxiao was very dazed.

Wu Dalong shook his head, sighed and said, "Who knows? ”

It's just that before the sighs of the two of them have been brewing for a while, they heard the little boys who were heading forward suddenly become confused, and they all drew their swords one by one.

Lu Xiaoxiao and Wu Dalong's expressions changed, and they hurried over.

Lu Xiaoyi and Fu Jiangnan at the front of the line stood with a very dignified horizontal sword, and in front of the group of young boys, there was a sword cultivator who was sitting under a tree and had not yet died.

The morning dew on the blades of grass around his body was still fine and intact on the veins of the leaves, and this sword cultivator should have been sitting here for a long time.

This is a sword cultivation that is left and right in the realm of enlightenment.

Maybe it's a little higher than Wu Dalong.

But it's probably not that high.

Wu Dalong and Lu Xiaoxiao shook aside the group of young people and walked to the front, and the sword cultivator leaned there with his head crooked.

It wasn't until I saw these two sword cultivators coming that there seemed to be some light in my eyes.

"Lingnan .... Sword cultivation? ”

Lu Xiaoxiao held the sword and nodded.

"Yes."

As he spoke, he looked at this very messy green mountains and clouds

"What's going on here?"

Such a question is probably redundant.

It's just that Lu Xiaoxiao still asked seriously.

The sword cultivator who was wearing the outer disciple robe of the Flowing Cloud Sword Sect moved slightly, and there was a lot of chill in the cloud mountain in the early morning, so he pulled the disciple robe on his body with great difficulty.

"The people of the River Sect....... Came to the mountains....."

The sword cultivator said it was very difficult.

Indeed, as known in the world, the Liuyun Sword Sect and the Mountains and Rivers Sect were in a confrontation.

Lu Xiaoxiao and the others fell silent.

The sword cultivator probably saw the worries on the faces of the sword cultivators who had fallen to these homelands and had to leave after all, but said slowly: "Don't worry..... This is just the view of mountains and rivers and the Flowing Cloud Sword Sect..... things. They won't move Lingnan. ”

It is the sword cultivation community of the Liuyun Mountain Range, and those many sword sects have not been attacked by the mountains and rivers, let alone Lingnan.

"Of course..... If you're really worried, you can go some east. The mountains there are flatter, the roads are open, and the clouds are thin..... The probability of encountering such a thing will be much smaller. ”

The outer disciple of the celebrity Cloud Sword Sect said very seriously and intermittently.

Lu Xiaoxiao looked at the sword cultivator, the sword cultivator was not very old, he was only in his twenties, but he was very calm, even if his voice was getting weaker and weaker, and the light in his eyes was getting more and more hoarse, he was still sitting there quietly.

Lu Xiaoxiao looked at him silently for a while, and then said softly, "What about you?" ”

"Me?"

The young man of the Flowing Cloud Sword Sect probably felt a little cold, and his whole body began to shrink, as if the years had passed by in an instant and fell on him—this young sword cultivator curled up like a little old man.

"My stomach was broken, and I barely managed to stay alive here with my sword intent, and there should be blood in my lungs, and my heart was almost out of beating."

After sitting for a night, the young sword cultivator probably finally recognized many things very sincerely.

His sword was on the side, broken, and the bones of the Taoist were very hard.

Lu Xiaoxiao's gaze fell on the abdomen where Jian Xiu had been holding his hand, only to find that there were indeed some traces of a slight depression there.

It's not in the center of that battle.

Therefore, this sword cultivator was probably knocked down under this tree by a very measured punch from the Taoist.

"I can't live."

The young man finally summed up his life in these four words.

The sword intent in the Divine Sea was about to run out, and those Dao Rhymes would soon go upwards until the last trace of hanging vitality was destroyed.

All the Lingnan little sword cultivators put down the swords in their hands and looked at this young man who was also a small sword cultivator in the world.

The latter was probably seriously thinking about something, and then looked at the group and said sincerely, "You can ..... Don't stand in front of me? ”

Liuyun Sword Cultivator said softly.

"When the sun rises, maybe it will shine on me again."

Jian Xiu said a lot intermittently, and finally said a very smooth word.

Although the clouds and mist are thick, sometimes they will shine through the thick mist like sword light and sprinkle on the mountains and forests.

Lu Xiao looked at the sword cultivator in a daze, and then this little Lingnan sword cultivator was very sympathetic and led a group of young people to get out of the way, letting go of the clouds and mist in the east.

The style of a sword cultivation place naturally does not represent everyone.

In fact, most people are just fish living in the general trend of inertia.

What they are going to do, what they will encounter.

It's often not up to you.

Perhaps in order not to disturb such a sword cultivator to take a last quiet look at the sun in the world, Lu Xiaoxiao and the others quickly left there.

"Will he be able to hold on until the sun rises, with enough light to shine through the mist and fall into the mountains?"

Lu Xiaoyi asked very wistfully.

Lu Xiaoxiao walked quietly in front of him.

"I don't know."

In fact, such a question may not only be asking such a sword cultivator.

For example, the self-situation of these young people in Lingnan.

They are too low, so when facing some things, even Lu Xiaoxiao and them are not as clear as the young man of the Enlightenment Realm of the Human Sword Sect.

......

After the Lingnan Sword Cultivators left, the young Sword Cultivator, who was originally sitting quietly and waiting for the last ray of sunshine, appeared in front of another younger figure.

Cheng Lu, who was decided.

Jian Xiu, who was already ready to meet death, suddenly his lips trembled, his eyes widened, and many tears flowed out of his eyes.

"Senior brother..... Save me..... Help me..... I don't want to die...."

The sword cultivator cried out in fear and sadness.

If you can see the sun in the world for a longer time, there will naturally be no one who just wants to wait for the last ray of sunshine with despair.

He knew that the people of Lingnan were not capable of saving themselves, so he didn't say anything.

It's just that when this senior brother of one of the three swords appeared, those hopes returned to the heart of this sword cultivator with trepidation.

Cheng Lu frowned slightly, squatted down in front of Jian Xiu, and raised his hand to lift his disciple robe.

Underneath was a blur of flesh and blood, and all kinds of organs were smashed in the stomach.

Just like what he said to Lu Xiaoxiao calmly not long ago.

His heart was almost out of beating, and there was stagnant blood everywhere, and if he hadn't been a cultivator, he would have died long ago.

It's just that even if it's a cultivator, he can't live.

Cheng Lu looked at it silently for a long time, then put down the robes in his hand and said softly, "I'm sorry." ”

He is a four-broken sword, not a hanging pot sword.

So the light in the outer disciple's eyes gradually extinguished, and he sat there quietly.

"The sun is about to rise."

"Senior brother, let's go."

Cheng Lu stood up silently and walked towards the south without looking back.

The wind from the clouds and mountains blew slowly.

Cheng Lu walked a long way, stopped at the far end of the mountain road, and stood there, quietly looking ahead.

There were clouds and mist in front of me that were slowly rippling in the wind, like some flowing clouds in the sky, falling in the green hills.

So when the wind blows, the clouds clear, and sometimes some very warm sunlight falls.

And it fell ahead, shining on the edge of a fallen leaf rock.

Cheng Lu watched silently for a long time, then turned around and looked at the young junior brother who was sitting quietly under the tree, no longer silent.

The sun that was coming to an end of April might have shone on that sword cultivator for a moment, sometimes when some of the clouds were faintly dispersed.

Probably not.

Cheng Lu looked at it for a while, then turned his head, and the sunlight in front of him was gone.

The clouds are still surging, like many elusive tomorrows.

The clouds and green mountains are life, and perhaps the wind is fate.

Cheng Lu suddenly remembered the incident in September last year, when she carried this decision on her back and went to the mountains and rivers to watch the town.

At that time, I said sincerely, I was not decisive enough, and I was not painful enough.

is just a person who spends his life under the stage in peace.

However, even this sword cultivator himself never thought that the years under the stage would pass in such a hurry.

When the white-clothed sword cultivator refused his sword gift, finished eating noodles, drank a pot of wine, and then jumped out of the noodle shop with the window lattice, and walked towards the green mountain in the September sun.

All of a sudden, everything began to change.

Where did the world start to turn, Cheng Lu didn't know.

For him, the most obvious twist and turn of all fates is probably the picture of the white-clothed sword repairing his head and leaving without looking back.

That white-clothed sword cultivator is called Zhang Xiaoyu.

At that time, Cheng Lu was extremely sorry and called him senior brother with great pity.

And now.

Cheng Lu thought about the disciple of the Liuyun Sword Sect who died under the tree.

I thought so sincerely.

He should have pulled out his sword and killed that sword cultivator.

How could Zhang Xiaoyu have thought that Cheng Lu, who was so kind, would suddenly pull out his sword?

Cheng Lu thought so regretfully.