A small town girl is holding a stick and looking for someone in the silent night of this huge capital.

And the Taoist he was looking for was in that alley, standing quietly in the shadows under the alley wall, watching the noisy but silent story in the night.

Even when she was walking through that alley, Mei Xiyu still subconsciously thought that maybe Xu Chunhua was sleeping quietly in a certain yard.

When the Taoist thought like this, he shook his head self-deprecatingly, and then he didn't continue to think about anything, just walked all the way through the alley, stopped at the mouth of the alley, raised his head and looked at a certain young man pinching on the street, and also looked at a man in white who came out of nowhere - a man in white with peach blossoms on his face.

When Mei Xiyu saw that scene, she was actually very surprised.

He never expected to see so much in this teenager.

The fast swords in the world of the Sword Grinding Cliff are all ordinary things.

What is that ancient Hangu Taoist technique?

What is that Dao sword that was pulled out of its sheath and circulated with a rich Dao rhyme?

And when Mei Xiyu saw the peach blossoms hanging in the tall building, slashing out the sword towards those demon guards and demon cultivators, Mei Xiyu also had to admit that some of those swords and sword intent sword shadows were enough for him to take seriously.

The man in white was a little illusory.

However, the sword is steady.

The sword shadows scattered in all directions stayed in front of the alley without any difference.

Mei Xiyu quietly looked down at a sword of sword intent that fell not far in front of her and dispersed like fine snow, and her eyes returned to the hanging street.

The snow under the young man's umbrella became more and more blurry.

After the sword of the man in white fell, those demon cultivators who stood on the hanging street of the high-rise building were all more or less injured by the sword intent, and their expressions were also terrifying.

Even if it is Meixiyu, I have to admit that this young man who seems to be walking quietly in the world from beginning to end is indeed very strong.

As for the man dressed in white with a peach blossom face, Mei Xiyu had never seen such a strange person, and maybe she could vaguely guess something in her heart.

As those sword intent fell, the figure of the man in white gradually became illusory.

Then it turned into a puff of snow, and was blown by the night wind under the boy's umbrella.

And the boy finally regained control of the three swords.

One is like a clear moon streamer, or maybe it is also like a sword fairy drinking alone under the moon, and a line of wet water slanting down from the wine gourd.

On top of the other blue-black sword, there was a cyan flame burning in the high-speed sword.

The two were commanded by the sword intent, shuttling through the midday guard.

The young man let go of the Dao Jue, tightened his grip on the Dao sword, took a step forward with the umbrella, and jumped up from the hanging street, heading towards the demon cultivator who was dealing with the sword wound left by the peach blossom on the upper hanging street not far away.

Mei Xiyu stood quietly in the alley and watched.

Perhaps the realm of the young man's enlightenment, stepping on the snow and seeking plum blossoms, is indeed higher than the realm of the world.

It can be seen from the majestic vitality that should not be in this realm.

Those great demon cultivators were naturally extremely tricky in the face of such a young man.

It's just that after all, the boy is just alone.

With such a sword, he can send two swords and three swords.

It's just that in this Huai Capital, there are naturally more than two or three big demon cultivators.

When the young man's vitality began to dry up, the sword momentum began to dull, and his physical strength began to be exhausted.

Everything will eventually slide to the worst side.

This Taoist from Qingtian Dao stood there quietly, counting the sword of the young man on the alley.

Mei Xiyu was of course hesitant.

As a Taoist who should be an outsider, he knew the many relationships involved, and he inevitably hesitated.

He didn't know if he should make a move.

I don't know what kind of extent Liu Qinghe wants to see.

Is there a bottle of water in the door?

That big demon in white, is he also watching from here?

When Mei Xiyu was thinking about it, some blood suddenly poured down from the hanging street.

The blood is bright red, clean, and has no demonic power.

When Mei Xiyu raised her head, she saw that the young man was falling towards the hanging street.

There was an extra wound on his body.

The fine snow sword intent under those umbrellas also brought some hazy blood.

And in front of the boy, there was a demon correction standing in the air.

That demon cultivator is extremely majestic, but unfortunately Mei Xiyu doesn't know it, and probably doesn't bother to know it, in the end, choosing such a thing as a name is always a headache.

But what made Mei Xiyu's heart heavy was naturally that if in terms of the realm of the cultivation world, the realm of demon cultivation was quite high.

At the beginning of the Lingnan Lame Deer Sword Sect, there was a cabbage that was neatly cut in half by Zhang Xiaoyu.

It was a Seven Realms Demon Cultivator.

And the demon in front of him is obviously like this.

The Seven Realms and the Six Realms are naturally not the same concept.

This is a demon cultivator who has stepped into the gate of the upper realm.

Si Wuwei was able to compete with a place like Heavenly Hell where cultivators were everywhere in Huaidu, so naturally it couldn't be just some ordinary demon clans with demonic power.

Maybe it was because he realized that such a young man was indeed quite extraordinary, and those upper realm demon cultivators finally came out of the shadows.

Mei Xiyu had to admit it at this time.

Water in the bottle may really really want this teenager to die.

The Taoist stood there very hesitantly, and there was a faint wind blowing in the alley.

Mei Xiyu didn't know if she should make a move.

The boy seemed to be still conscious, still sane, the umbrella was held tightly in his hand, and he didn't even know when the boy had torn off his clothes and wrapped it tightly with his hand.

When Mei Xiyu noticed this, she also let out a long sigh.

The Taoist looked up and looked around beyond the alley.

It's a pity that except for the people from the Siwu Demon Mansion here, no one from the Heavenly Hell can see it.

It was as if they really didn't care what choice such a teenager would make.

Mei Xiyu suddenly understood at that moment where the people from Heaven and Hell were.

It's in the alley.

This Daoist looked down at the shadows of the Daoists who were shining from the sword light that sometimes spilled down.

When Liu Qinghe told Mei Xiyu those things, the arrival of this Taoist represented Heavenly Hell.

Liu Qinghe may indeed be a bastard.

Mei Xiyu, who realized that she had been pushed out again, raised her head wistfully.

The wind gradually rises in the middle of the alley.

He really didn't want to see the boy cornered and let go of the umbrella in his hand.

It's just that the wind of Meixi rain has not yet blown out of the alley.

In the night, a sword light pierced the night moon.

A big demon approaching the boy, but it was directly nailed down by a sword, and it landed on the long street not far away, the long sword trembled, and there were two words on the sword that fit the picture of tonight.

Sleepless.

Indeed, people never sleep.

Mei Xiyu looked at the sword and dispersed the wind.

It looks like the water in the bottle shouldn't be in this place.

Just as Liu Qinghe said.

The people of the Human Sword Sect were swept in.

It's just that the sword didn't fall on the young man but on the big demon, which made Mei Xiyu a little surprised, but after pondering for a while, Mei Xiyu also seemed to understand something.

Yes.

The end of some stories doesn't have to be the death of such a teenager.

The sword came and went.

Turning into sword light, Jiang Ye, who landed on the hanging street, raised his hand to catch the sword.

In this silent battle in the night of Huaidu, a certain demon cultivator's rather angry voice finally sounded.

"What does the Human Sword Sect mean?"

Jiang Ye stood calmly on the hanging street, raised his hand to wipe away the demon blood on the sleepless sword, and said lightly: "He once called me senior brother." ”

If the world didn't know the stories on the banks of the Nanyi River, they might really believe such a moving sentence.

So in such a sentence, as always, the style of sword cultivation.

Naturally, it is reasonable.

The young man stood behind Jiang Ye with a pale face, but his expression was a little indifferent, and before the demon cultivators who were choked back by Jiang Ye's words spoke, the young man said in a cold voice without appreciation: "This has nothing to do with you." ”

Jiang Ye calmly looked back at the young man surrounded by the fine snow twin swords.

"If you don't have such an umbrella, even if you are killed in front of my eyes, I will not care."

Nan Dao looked down at the umbrella that was tightly wrapped in his hand, was silent for a while, and said slowly: "So everyone thinks that I will definitely let go of this umbrella?" ”

The Nine Realms Sword Cultivator, who had given the boy a sword by the Nanyi River, said calmly: "I am Jiang Ye, not Nandao, the minds of the world are not connected, we will not gamble on such things." ”

Nan Dao was silent for a little and said, "My relationship with the Human Sword Sect can be gambled?" ”

Before the young man's words fell, the sleepless sword shot out from Jiang Ye's hand, wrapped in sword intent, hovering in front of Nandao.

"Of course I don't bet, when we were on the slanted platform, we thought about such a thing, maybe Senior Brother Zhaoshui or Senior Brother Qu Ming and you have a more peaceful intersection, but only I am the one who carries two swords on my back."

Jiang Ye regained himself and pulled out his own green vegetable sword.

"There is a sword, and it is used to defend against you."

Mei Xiyu stood quietly in the alley, for this Taoist, the relationship between the two sword cultivators on the hanging street was undoubtedly strange and strange.

Of course, the wind has dissipated.

The Nine Realms Sword Cultivation of the Human Sword Sect is naturally far stronger than the Nine Realms Sword Cultivation of the world.

Unless there is any more avenue cultivation in the battle tonight, there will probably not be any twists and turns in such a story.

It turned out that the water in the bottle had no reason to really want to kill the teenager.

Even if Jiang Ye, a sword cultivator who was supposed to be sitting on the sloping platform, had already appeared, those Wu Wu guards still showed no sign of retreating.

Mei Xiyu had already planned to turn around and leave.

He had only taken a step before he looked back in some astonishment at the sound of a crisp sword.

On that hanging street, at the moment when the demon cultivator attacked again, the young man was armed with a sword intent and vitality, and slashed at the sleepless sword that was lying in front of him.

It's not a Dao sword, it's not a peach blossom or a parrot island.

It's the umbrella.

used the umbrella as a sword, but it was forced to slash the sleepless sword of Jiang Ye's imperial envoy to the long street.

Even though Jiang Ye was a Nine Realm Sword Cultivator, he couldn't help but turn a little pale under the desperate sword intent of the young man, after all, this sword cultivator was facing the offensive of many Upper Realm Demon Cultivators.

Although the sleepless sword was slashed away by the sword intent on the umbrella.

The young man holding the umbrella was also taken a few steps back by Jiang Ye's sword intent, and Shenhai trembled, and blood gushed out from the corners of his lips.

"But I don't want to take it."

Nandao held the Youdao sword, raised his hand and wiped the blood from the corner of his lips with his sleeve.

"Maybe some people who watch the theater think I don't know what to do."

Mei Xiyu stood quietly in the alley.

The boy may indeed know that there is a Taoist hidden in the alley.

Or maybe it was true that there was hope for the Taoist.

But he never pinned his hopes on the Human Sword Sect.

I don't want to put those hopes on the sword cultivator of such a sword sect.

"I may have called you Senior Brother before, but that was in the past, just like Zhang Xiaoyu at the beginning."

The sixteen-year-old boy stood under the umbrella and quietly looked at the sword cultivator in front of him.

"When you know that if you do this, it will lead to the destruction of Lingnan, but you still make such a choice, the relationship between us is destined to be nothing but fire and water."

Jiang Ye slashed away a big demon in front of him with a sword, and looked down at the green vegetable sword in his hand.

And there was no looking back.

The things that the young man said, Jiang Ye naturally knew it.

Even if the boy doesn't say it, he knows it.

When Nanyi City was in trouble, Lingnan 80,000 sword cultivators went down the mountain and helped those disciples of the Human Sword Sect to defend the ancient city.

In the end, the Human Sword Sect gave up Lingnan and left.

Perhaps anything can be refuted.

But about Lingnan, the Human Sword Sect is indeed irrefutable.

So Jiang Ye just stood there silently.

Of course, the teenager doesn't know what to do.

It's just that it seems like everything is going to be logical.

In other words, the relationship between this young man and Si Wuwei was far less bad than that between him and the sword cultivator in front of him.

There was a sword wind coming from behind him.

Jiang Ye turned around with a sword, slashed back the young man who was holding the sword suddenly, and after a long silence, this sword cultivator said slowly: "You are also a Lingnan sword cultivator, then you should be regarded as the human sword sect atoning for Lingnan." ”

The boy just sneered.

"Lingnan 80,000 sword cultivators, die clean for the matter of the Sword Sect in your world, Jiang Ye, do you think that just by bringing a sword in such a story, you can wash away the blood on your body?"

Jiang Ye's expression gradually became indifferent, and the sleepless sword that fell down the hanging street came again, but instead of returning to this hanging street, it shot at those demon cultivators.

"Sword cultivation is reasonable, and it is meaningless for you to be reasonable with me."

This Nine Realms Sword Cultivator stood on the hanging street with his sword in his hand, looking at the young man at the end of the hanging street.

"If you can't overcome me, then don't babble like a resentful woman here."

So the boy said no more.

The night wind blows the sword and the sound of Qingyue.

There was a May locust leaf floating in the alley in the distance, and when it floated through such two sword cultivators, it was pierced by a sword very quickly, and then quickly burned, turning into ashes and being blown away by the sword wind.

Mei Xiyu stood quietly in the alley for a long time, looking at the two sword cultivators who were fighting together on the hanging street, probably full of melancholy.

Maybe it's better to do it yourself.

At least crisply.

This Qingtian Dao Daoist naturally didn't have a good impression of the Human Sword Sect.

Especially after Chen Huaifeng did those things.

Is stability really more important than right or wrong?

Mei Xiyu quietly looked at the sword cultivator named Jiang Ye.

When the person of the Human Sword Sect who can really make the world not care about right and wrong is dead, it seems to be an extremely ridiculous thing to talk about the so-called stability above right and wrong.

So maybe it's never smooth over right or wrong.

What is right is naturally right, and what is wrong can only be wrong.

It's just that the blade is higher than the human world.

On the hanging street, the boy took out three swords.

The three swords were all slashed back by the Nine Realms sword cultivator named Jiang Ye neatly.

Even if the boy is no longer the boy by the Nanyi River, after five months of storytelling, he is already extremely powerful.

It's just that after all, the Human Sword Sect is still the Human Sword Sect.

The disciples in such a Sword Sect are also genius cultivators in the world.

A young man who had only started cultivating in March last year was naturally a great thing to be able to take over Jiang Ye's sword.

It's just not enough.

At the very beginning of the story, when the young man walked into the Sword Sect, he didn't think that he was actually walking into a corner of the cultivation world that appeared in front of him.

Rather, it is a high mountain at the very top of the cultivation world.

Maybe it's true that the door is the mountain.

And the boy still did not cross these mountains.

Nandao's sword stopped his retreating figure, and he raised his hand to wipe the blood from the corner of his lips.

The sword cultivator who seemed to be an understatement of the young man was also a little pale.

For the boy, what he was facing was just a ginger leaf.

As for Jiang Ye, what he is facing is not only a young man who doesn't know what to do and doesn't appreciate it, but also many Wuwei and Upper Realm demons behind him.

Even if it was Jiang Ye, there was inevitably some resentment in his heart.

looked at the young man who was still coming towards him after stopping his figure, and said in a cold voice: "Don't force me to really kill you." ”

When Mei Xiyu heard such a sentence, she suddenly remembered a certain sentence of Liu Qinghe.

Huaidu has many swords that are very fast in sword cultivation.

When she saw Jiang Ye kill a certain big demon with a sword, Mei Xiyu always thought that Liu Qinghe was still negligent after all.

It's just that now it seems that maybe Liu Qinghe is still right.

Such a Heavenly Hell Prison Master naturally knows far more stories than such a Taoist.

Heavenly Hell may really not want to kill such a teenager on the twelfth floor, so in this story, he didn't show up from beginning to end, but Mei Xiyu came.

The boy was once again slashed back to the end of the hanging street by a sword.

When Mei Xiyu saw this scene, she did frown suddenly.

The young man who was beheaded back for the fourth time didn't look at the sword cultivator named Jiang Ye again, but just withdrew his gaze and landed on his left hand.

The cloth belts that had been torn from the top of the clothes had been shredded by the sword intent.

Not only Mei Xiyu, but also Jiang Ye on the hanging street, all frowned, and a sword intent converged in front of him in an instant, as if he could go away with a sword at any time.

"What do you want to do?"

Nandao bent down and coughed softly twice, and said calmly: "It's nothing, just to see." ”