Mei Xiyu left the prison in silence.

The moment he walked in that dim alley, this Daoist seemed to suddenly understand why those sword cultivators of the Human Sword Sect, who were supposed to be silent, would suddenly walk down the sloping platform and talk to himself about those things.

They don't want to be a sword in Liu Qinghe's hands.

Just like what Zhong Sweep Xue said at the beginning, the Human Sword Sect would not care about these things.

Mei Xiyu looked up over the hanging high-rise buildings and looked at the distant invisible sloping platform.

The wind and snow of the teenager are naturally intimidating.

If, as Liu Qinghe said, Huai has many swords and is very fast in sword cultivation.

So if the boy really wanted to let go of the umbrella, a sword would come and nail him to death in the Huaidu.

At that time, the world had not seen wind and snow.

So in the public opinion of the world, this story should be like this.

The Human Sword Sect suddenly killed a teenager.

There will be no wind and snow, but the boy died under the sword.

They have seen the wind and snow, so they will not let those fine snow have a sign of falling towards the Huaidu.

It doesn't matter what the truth is.

The world only saw those Sword Sect sword cultivators kill a teenager like this.

So that story became the last straw that crushed the Human Sword Sect.

Mei Xiyu stopped silently in the alley.

This Taoist who originally only wanted to cultivate, but at this moment, he had to admit that when Liu Qinghe arranged for him to live in the courtyard opposite the Siwu Demon Mansion, he became deeper and deeper in these stories.

Of course he can get out.

It's just that Taoists are also people, in the face of such a story, how can Mei Xiyu really get out?

At this moment, Mei Xiyu suddenly felt that her resentful words had not been wrong.

......

"Heavenly Hell is forcing us to leave Huaidu, senior brother."

Shan Zhaoshui sighed softly, stood on the side of the inclined platform, looked at the Zhong Qingxue who walked back and said softly.

Zhong Songxue stopped silently on the side of the stage and looked in the direction of the south of the city.

After a long time, Zhong Songxue said slowly: "Actually, there is another way. ”

Jiang Ye, who was sitting on the side, said with a complicated expression: "We stand with Nandao and go to face the Siwu Demon Mansion. ”

All the sword cultivators were silent.

In such a story, the real decisive factor in many directions is not the attitude of water in the bottle or Liu Qinghe.

It's the young man's umbrella, the wind and snow in the world under that umbrella.

As Liu Qinghe said, when the wind and snow may come, the story between life and death, the position is no longer important.

Shan Zhaoshui stood there for a long time and said softly: "It's just that in the story of Lingnan, we seem to have formed an endless situation with Nandao. He may not want to see us. ”

The fall of Lingnan naturally has a great relationship with the story of the Sword Sect in the world.

It was the Hanging Courtyard that rebelled, but it was the Human Sword Sect that raised the banner.

And it was Lingnan that was flattened.

At dusk that day, the words that the young man and Jiang Ye said were naturally extremely serious.

Tonight's sword light is naturally a silent and dumb sword light.

The sword cultivators who should have been watching the chaos in Huaidu coldly on the slanted platform were also swept in by a certain snowstorm in the story of the Heavenly Hell and the Siwu Demon Mansion.

In the long silence, someone whispered.

"That young man shouldn't have a bad heart."

Jiang Ye turned his head to see that it was Mei Quming.

This sword cultivator who said that he was going to go to Zhang Xiaoyu to ask for clarity, and finally came to Huaidu.

When Mei Quming knew that Cong Blade died in the hands of Zhang Xiaoyu, he realized that there were some things that there was actually no need to ask.

As Mei Quming, who was relatively close to Zhang Xiaoyu in Nanyi City, he probably heard a lot of things about that young man in the mouth of the white-clothed sword cultivator who had not changed.

Mei Quming looked at all the senior brothers looking at him, sighed and said, "If that young man was really a criminal person, he probably wouldn't have been able to go all the way to the East China Sea in the first place. ”

Jiang Ye fell silent.

The original story started with Jiang Ye's sword.

And then it ends in a sword of mountains and waters.

Shan Zhaoshui silently thought about the young man who sincerely told himself by the stream that he wanted to go to the appointment later, but in the end he calmly took the sword.

After a long time, this handsome-looking sword cultivator said softly, "Yes." ”

Mei Quming said very seriously: "So why don't we think about it, maybe he never thought about letting go of the umbrella, and always taking it as the premise of everything?" ”

Jiang Ye was silent for a long time, and then said calmly: "Because we don't dare not gamble." Who knows what kind of change the mind of that young man has been caused by the fall of Lingnan? ”

Mei Quming stood up with his sword in his arms, just like the penny who had been holding a boat on the Nanyi River in the past, and looked back at the south of Huaidu.

After a long time, Mei Quming said slowly: "But I don't believe he will really do this. ”

Zhong Songxue said softly: "Believe it or not, Heavenly Hell has now put the problem in front of us. We have to think about these things seriously. ”

Shan Zhaoshui looked back in the direction of the Heavenly Hell, but remembered something.

"If we really leave the inclined platform, leave Huaidu, and the Heavenly Hell, how will we face that snowstorm?"

Zhong Songxue was silent for a while, and said softly: "Maybe for them, the life and death of that young man is indeed an unimportant matter. ”

Such a sentence fell on the sloping platform.

Not only the mountains and rivers, but also Jiang Ye, a sword cultivator who had personally given the young man a sword, were all silent.

After a long silence, Jiang Ye walked towards the bottom of the slanting platform, sighed softly, and said, "I'll go." ”

This sword cultivator who is burdened with green vegetables and the sleepless sword, perhaps in the bottom of his heart, still has some guilt for doing those things to the young man at the beginning.

Otherwise, when Nandao appeared in Huaidu, he would not have tried to stop him.

Shan Zhaoshui quietly looked at the back of the young junior brother, and then got up as well and walked in the direction of the Siwu Demon Mansion.

"I'll go to the Demon Mansion to have a look."

These Sword Sect disciples may have made a choice in this story in the end.

The snowstorm of the teenager is the biggest variable in the whole world.

Everyone had to think hard.

What if the snow does fall on the world?

The fine snow sword, naturally there is more than fine snow.

......

Powder snow gradually spreads under umbrellas in the South Island.

Today's teenager may indeed still be a fine snow sword.

Therefore, there is fine snow under the umbrella and fine snow on the sword, and there may also be a lot of fine snow in the eyes of the young man looking at the world.

This hanging street in the southern city is naturally very far away from the Siwu Demon Mansion.

It's just that the boy smelled a lot of rich demonic power.

So the young man remembered what he said to himself in those blocked alleys, the Taoist named Mei Xiyu.

Heavenly Hell is not moving.

There will always be people who will not have the patience to wait.

In fact, this afternoon, when Nandao met the doorman on the hanging street, he was already aware of these things.

So the boy didn't go back to that alley today.

As for Xu Chunhua saying that he was going to find a friend to help him, Nandao didn't stop him, and it was naturally a good thing to go farther.

In the distance, some figures slowly walked out of the sparsely lit streets and alleys.

At that moment, Nandao had an illusion.

It doesn't seem like I'm in Huaidu.

It's in Cloud Absolute Town.

At that time, it seemed to be the same, and many demon clans came from afar.

Only it was in the twilight, not in the depths of the night.

Nandao stood quietly on the hanging street, and the boy realized at this time that at some point, there was no one near this hanging street. Whether it's some drunken pedestrians, sleepless passers-by, or heavenly jailers who walk with knives.

I don't know when, they all disappeared into this part of the world.

Like water dripping into the water, all traces dissipate as the ripples fade away.

Nandao quietly looked at the demon guards who were approaching this place between the high-rise hanging streets, and then calmly pulled out the blue-black peach blossom sword that was slowly condensing the frost and snow.

Blue-black and frost and snow, as if neither of them has anything to do with the word peach.

Perhaps when the young man seriously carved the word peach blossom on the sword on the shore of Jingsi Lake, he didn't think about what his life trajectory would be like in the future.

Of course, everything went not as planned.

Nandao quietly looked at the peach blossom sword in his hand, and remembered what Shui Zaihua said to himself.

Of course, Liu Qinghe is also not credible.

The boy probably didn't believe it either.

So even if Mei Xiyu said that he wanted him to hide well, this young man still walked in the world from time to time.

I have my umbrella and my sword.

Probably just my umbrella and my sword.

The boy didn't trust others, and probably didn't care if others trusted him.

Those may not be important things.

The young man's gaze fell on the countless demon clans that walked through the streets and alleys.

Yousi Wuwei was already approaching the young man's body, and attacked the young man with fierce demonic power.

The young man stood on the hanging street with his sword, and with a calm sword, the fine snow in the world fell and turned into a bright red color in an instant.

The sword of the South Island is of course also very fast.

Those midnight guards may not have seen how the blue-black sword came from in the night, and the figure of the young man was no longer hanging on the street, and the black sword body condensed with frost and snow smashed into the alley with the body of a certain midnight guard.

Nandao drew his sword out, shook off the demon blood on the sword, and stood coldly, quietly looking at the guards who were approaching again.

A sword of cold light suddenly shot out from under the umbrella.

The sword in his hand and the sword of sword intent fell with fine snow towards this long street like the bottom of a cliff.

So those noon guards no longer hid their figures, and they came from the night with great calm.

Such a story may also be different from the original story of Cloud Absolute Town.

Although the young man at that time was alone and deep, just behind him, there were many Lingnan sword cultivators and Liuyun sword cultivators. There is also a young Cheng Lu, one of the three swords, who is in the formation for him.

However, in today's Huaidu, it is obvious that there is not.

Facing those demon clans that were surging like a tide, Nandao's heart naturally gradually cooled down.

Even though he had already guessed that the killing intent in the bottle was aimed at him, he didn't think that the Demon Mansion would quietly send so many demon clans here.

Nandao slashed away the demons who had approached him with a sword, and then turned into sword light again and returned to the hanging street.

The young man stood under the umbrella, standing on a high place, looking into the distance, tonight's Huaidu is as cold as some uninhabited mountain cliffs.

There was nothing but night in the distance.

It was as if all the people in Heaven had disappeared into this world.

It may only be clear to Nandao at this point that Hell will not do anything tonight.

Perhaps the more tragic and sensational such a story is, the more it will be the result that Heaven wants.

The South Island didn't look at anything again, nor did it leave the alley.

It's just that in the face of many demonic demons, he calmly holds the sword and umbrella in his hand.

What Heavenly Hell wants is not necessarily what Nandao wants.

When he saw the first sight of the servant, his heart was clear.

Of course, such a person will not be an existence that he can kill.

With such a strong demonic power, Nandao has only seen it in Qing Xiang.

The young man couldn't be the opponent of the white-clothed scholar, and naturally he couldn't be the opponent of Huaidu.

The noon guards are surging.

On that hanging street, the bloody aura gradually overshadowed the surging demonic power.

Perhaps they did underestimate such a teenager.

After all, the boy is just looking for plum realm, and he has not yet ascended the building.

It was only when those increasingly fierce fine snow sword intent defended the hanging street extremely tightly that the big demons in the midday guard finally realized that something was wrong.

At the beginning, he was just a young man who had just stepped into the snow, and he was able to kill all the way to the rear of the demon army in Yunjue Town.

In the face of those midday demon guards, there will naturally not be too much pressure.

On the contrary, the sword intent around the young man's body was probably more condensed and fierce after seeing the blood.

It has the meaning of being full of wind and snow.

Nandao calmly stuck on the hanging street, and the demon guards under the night surged, but they were also cut away by the double swords around him.

Even on the umbrella bones in his hand, there are many bright red colors that cannot be dulled.

However, in just a few breaths, the long street was already full of the corpses of the Demon Guard.

At this point, the pace of the Demon Guards who tried to approach the boy finally slowed down.

Nandao calmly stood in the hanging street with an umbrella, looking at the demon guards around the world who were gradually calming down, but he was also secretly relieved.

However, before that breath was completely exhaled, Nandao's expression changed, and Parrot Island, which had turned into a streamer shuttling in the distance, suddenly returned to defense, and the peach blossom sword in his hand was also horizontal in front of him, cutting an arc.

At the moment when Nandao's sword fell, several big demons equivalent to the small Dao realm appeared in front of him in the night, and the demonic power of several big demons made the young man staggered back, until the peach blossom sword was nailed to the hanging street, and finally stopped his body.

At the same time, there are more demons coming out of those alleys.

Compared to those demon clans who only rely on demon power to fight, it is naturally more difficult for those demon cultivators to deal with.

In the night, the demon power wrapped in sword intent, with a cold light, the young man stood with his sword, sank the umbrella in his hand, and hid his entire body under the umbrella - the first sword that the young man may learn is not the sword of piercing flowers, but the sword of sinking umbrellas.

The sword of the demon cultivator of the Blue Lotus Realm landed on the umbrella, and an extremely brilliant sword fire burst out in an instant, and then it disappeared again.

Before Nandao could stand firm, the second sword came suddenly.

At the same time, there was a demon cultivator standing in a tall building in the distance, choking the Dao Jue.

Of course, there are a few Taoist cultivators among the demon cultivators, but the prime minister still cultivates the Tao but does not cultivate the sword, and there will naturally be no shortage of demon cultivators in the north.

Daowen sword intent came together.

The South Island had to retreat again.

However, those demon guards with demonic power also came again at the moment when the decline of the South Island first appeared.

Nandao held the umbrella and waved away those sword lights and Taoism, and then let go of the peach blossom sword, and drove the two swords wrapped in fine snow with sword intent, shooting towards the demon cultivators in those high-rise buildings, and in the next moment, a man in white clothes with a fluttering face and peach blossoms finally appeared, raised his hand and held it on the horse sheath behind Nandao, and a Dao rhyme spread instantly, as the Dao sword was pulled out, as if someone suddenly threw a stone in the Pinghu, those demon guards around Nandao were scattered in an instant, Like splashing droplets, they scattered on the long street below.

Nandao stood aside with a pale expression, but he didn't stop, although he didn't have a sword in his hand, he also understood the meaning of the peach blossom in an instant, pinched the trick in front of him, and the young man opened his mouth to say the first sentence in this night.

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

When the words fell, there was a surge in the Dao Sea, and the ancient Dao scroll hanging high above the Divine Sea also opened and stopped at a certain page.

An extremely ancient and mysterious Taoist rhyme circulated under the umbrella, and then instantly spread to the entire hanging street.

Those surging demonic sword intent and the Dao rhyme of many demon cultivators dissipated in an instant like thin snow seeing the rising sun.

When I was at the beach, Nandao asked Peach Blossom what it was.

At that time, Peach Blossom said very calmly that this was a forbidden spell.

Just like the original ten-mile wind and snow sword light.

When those ancient Dao rhymes fell to the hanging street, all the demonic magic spells were dispersed.

It's a pity that the young man's Dao Sea is not enough for him to envelop the entire long street with such an almost invincible Dao technique.

Even at the moment when those Dao techniques fell to the hanging street, Nandao sensed the sword intent in the Divine Sea, which had become extremely powerful because of the lack of suppression.

Fortunately, the demonic power on the hanging street dissipated, but it was enough to let the young man breathe a sigh of relief.

Nandao stood at the end of the hanging street with an umbrella, maintaining that kind of Taoism, and the next story was naturally handed over to Peach Blossom.

Such a man in white from the aggregate of the young man's past self, holding the sword, disappeared into the hanging street like the clear light of the night moon.

In an instant, it was the two swords of Peach Blossom and Parrot Island that had already caught up with the previous shots.

Before the demon cultivator standing on the tall building had time to change, the sword had already passed through his eyebrows in an instant.

And Peach Blossom's figure hovered between the tall buildings, just like when she first taught Nandao how to resist swords.

The two swords were wrapped in sword intent and circulating, one black and one white, but it was like a yin and yang fish, and then countless sword intents broke out from the sword body, turning into many sword shadows, surrounding the peach blossom body.

Peach Blossom held the Dao sword in his hand and pinched the trick in front of him.

Snapped.

It is said that it will come and go.

At that moment, the vitality in the Divine Sea of the South Island was instantly withdrawn.

And those sword shadows centered on peach blossoms, instantly falling all over the world.

Maybe it's the sparse shadows.

The water is clear and shallow.

The peach blossoms that have climbed the building three times without entering will naturally be more than those in the South Island.

Today, the boy gradually has a rudimentary Daohai, and he can finally make Peach Blossom more calm.

The young man stood on the hanging street with an umbrella, looking up quietly at the white-clothed figure in the night, and at the shadows of the sword intent that scattered away.

The boy may indeed have more than an umbrella and a sword.

Also, peach blossoms.