If someone looked at that strange sword and asked Song Yingxin, what was it, Song Yingxin would probably only hold back a smile and tell him sincerely that it was a sword.

As for whether it was a sword or an arrow, probably Song Yingxin himself couldn't tell why he would give Yan Yu such a strange match.

It's just that a sword like that, and it does have a very unusual meaning for the Tiangong Division.

The sword is famous, and there is also a sword named Fei Lian in the Tiangong Division.

Taken from a certain sentence from the ancient Chu Zuo disciple, it is called the former Wangshu envoy pioneer Xi, and the later Feilian envoy Ben.

Wangshu is the same as the ghosts and gods of Da Si Ming Mountain, and they also belong to the ancient Chu gods and ghosts, that is, the moon gods.

When the squire saw such a sword, he already knew a lot of things, and perhaps remembered many beautiful meanings because of it.

That's why he showed an extremely secret smile before shooting such a sword.

What he shot out was naturally not only a sword, but also the reputation of his life.

That sword ignited in the world, not only the horror of everyone, but also the shell of the servant himself.

Zhang Gong and a sword, like a cloud breaking through the moon, cut off all his back roads with great determination.

But maybe there will really be no way back, when he admitted that Li Chenghe, the secretary of the military department, was killed by himself, this lord was destined to become history.

......

The young man held an umbrella, like an unknown passerby, standing on a hanging street in the world, overlooking the story of such a palace city from afar.

The glance of the squire-squire did make many people notice the existence of such a young man.

It's just that for teenagers, it's probably not important.

No one can hide the eyes of the world, and no one can suppress the thoughts of the world.

When the squire died, that's probably the most important thing.

The sword shot into the palace, and that person appeared on the Star Picking Tower, and such a powerful Wangshu sword stopped in front of the human emperor like a docile lamb.

If it had a tongue, Nandao did not doubt that it would lick the emperor's calmly outstretched hand.

Kamigawa just appeared on the Star Picking Tower, which made the people of Huaidu settle down.

Nandao stood under the umbrella of the hanging street, quietly watching the emperor.

That is probably indeed a very good emperor in the world, but no matter what, the young man can't have any good impression of this emperor like Liu Yueyue in a bottle.

Maybe it's because of the heavenly hell that His Majesty's suspicion is from, or maybe it's because of the side he saw under the cliff of the East China Sea at the beginning.

The boy just watched quietly.

That kind of sword was intercepted by Kamigawa, and the astonishing white aura that flowed on the sword body was rapidly contracted and condensed under the emperor's sword intent, and finally turned into a clear sword of more than three feet, hovering in the night of the world.

But it is as condensed as the moon.

When Nandao saw this scene, his eyes suddenly narrowed.

The vast majority of people in the world may not understand what those white qi are, even those human sword cultivators who are not far away with swords standing on the fire of the world, they are also looking at that side with ordinary expressions, only thinking that it is some special sword intent of the emperor, such as the fine snow sword intent of the young man full of snow chips.

It's just that Nandao knows very well that it is immortal qi, and it is the same thing as a certain condensed white mang in his body.

The young man under the umbrella stood under the umbrella in disbelief, looking at the wisps of white mangs that fell into the emperor's sleeve, but the young man was silent, and did not make any sound that caused others to be surprised.

It's just that the peach blossoms in the sea of gods are looking up at the air flow of the sea of gods for a day, and sigh softly and say, "It turns out that Your Majesty is also a fellow believer, Nandao." ”

The figure of the young man appeared in the sea of gods, raised his head and looked silently at the white mangs that were overflowing in the isolated island of vitality, and were growing imperceptibly, and asked softly: "Your Majesty is not afraid that the world will see it?" ”

"Of course not."

The man in white with a peach blossom face stood in front of the wind and snow grass.

"After all, not everyone is called the South Island."

Therefore, not everyone has such abundant Shenhai vitality to give birth to something.

So it's probably only some people who can be seen.

The young man held the umbrella and stopped in the sea of gods for a moment, and his mind returned to the world.

A certain sword cultivator who was shining on the green mountains and water had already walked over at some point, and was standing beside the young man with a sword on his back, looking at the people of the Demon Mansion who were rebelling very seriously, and asked casually: "You seem to know something, Nandao." ”

Nan Dao looked at this sword cultivator who had let himself leave Bailu in silence, and his expression was indeed quite complicated, which was different from Jiang Ye.

After hesitating for a while, the young man could only say as plainly as possible: "Why does Senior Brother ask like this?" ”

Shan Zhaoshui said softly: "Because your expression is a little strange. ”

Nandao was silent for a long time, and then said softly: "Because I don't think Your Majesty should be so short." ”

Shan Zhaoshui raised his eyebrows, this is probably indeed a reasonable truth.

The star picking building can get the word star picking, which is naturally extremely high.

Although some people said that there were ten star-picking towers back then, it was not as good as one sword grinding cliff, but after all, this was the place where those crazy emperors in Huai'an were.

But it's still not high enough.

His Majesty even let such a sword appear near the Star Picking Tower, only to finally appear and hold the sword.

That's certainly a bit short.

Shan Zhaoshui looked at the young man and asked, "Then what do you think is high?" In such a capital, can a sword slash the world and destroy everything in one fell swoop? ”

Nandao probably didn't think of what he casually covered up, but let Shan Zhaoshui go on naturally, was silent for a while, and said, "Then what is high?" ”

This sword cultivator with extraordinary magnanimity in the green mountains and water looked up at the emperor holding the sword on the star-picking tower, and said softly: "At least the current Kamigawa is higher than the Kamigawa in the East China Sea. ”

So this is probably what Le Chaotian and Qingjiao said at the beginning - everyone wants to go up, but those who are willing to look at the world are saints.

Nandao said sincerely: "I see. ”

The boy and Le Chaotian, the junior brother, have been together in Lingnan for half a year, so naturally they will not know these things.

It's just that sometimes it's natural to play stupid and have to play stupid.

Shan Zhaoshui didn't say anything more, and the young man thought that this Sword Sect disciple would leave like this.

It's just that I didn't expect Shan Zhaoshui to hesitate to stand there for a long time, and then looked at the young man and said, "I'm sorry about Lingnan." ”

This is naturally sincere, sincere, and heartfelt.

It's just that after hearing such a sentence, the young man looked indifferent, and said calmly: "Senior brother, apologizing is a meaningless thing......

The young man stood under the umbrella, looked down at the one below, and looked up at the white-clothed waiter in the palace city.

"The price is."

Of course, Shan Zhaoshui knew what such a young man said, saw and thought, and he also knew what role such a young man played in the end of this servant.

That's a key introduction.

Shan Zhaoshui was silent for a while, but then with some smiles on his face, he walked away with his sword.

"Maybe you'll see something you're happy with tonight."

Of course, the Human Sword Sect didn't come to watch the show.

......

Many of the decisions made by the white-clothed squire were probably extremely swift.

This was the case at the time of the Demon Mansion at Noon, and it was also like this when the bow was full.

This white-clothed servant looked at the human emperor standing in the wind of the star-picking tower very calmly, maybe he was laughing softly, so even some of the words that came out of his mouth carried a lot of relief and relief.

"What are you waiting for?"

As the words of the white-clothed waiter fell, those many demon clans crossed the white-clothed waiter like a torrent after a short hesitation, heading towards such a palace city.

As the original planner, Yu Yu looked at the person standing in the demon mansion with an extremely complicated expression, and in the torrent rushing away, it was like a bottle of cold water like Mei Xue Guishuang.

"Some decisions can be made very decisively, but there is no way back, Runyu."

The water in the bottle is very calm.

"In the next life, remember to pay attention."

When the people of the Siwu Demon Mansion really appeared outside such a palace city, they were naturally people who had no way out.

After being silent for a long time, he said softly, "I'm sorry, my lord. ”

This demon of the Demon Mansion, at this moment, naturally knows very well that the water in the bottle will come to this point, and it is also because of some of his own decisions.

Standing on a high place, of course the squire was about to fall.

But it shouldn't, it's not a decent way at all.

Shui Zaihuan said calmly: "This is my own decision, and it has nothing to do with you." ”

It is self-inflicted, desperate, and obsessive.

Yu just knelt down in silence, but this time he knelt differently from before.

The great demon knelt reverently behind the water bottle.

"Then Lord Shizhong, I'll go too."

The water in the bottle nodded very calmly.

So Yu got up and went away generously, and went to die.

Just as heroic as thousands of people.

But in front of them, there are not tens of millions.

In fact, the Siwu Demon Mansion is tens of millions of people.

His Majesty, alone, stood on top of the star-picking tower.

But presumably there is no difference.

When Yu Yu saw that the sword of Shui Zaihua was taken down calmly by the emperor who was said to be seriously injured, probably the end of some stories was already doomed.

It is difficult for the people of the Nine Realms of the Trail to imagine the vastness of the Dao Sea of the people of the Nine Stacks of the Great Dao.

It may also be true that people don't know how strong that human emperor really is.

Kamigawa just stood in the Star Picking Tower, and threw the Heavenly Gong Division named Wangshu to the Huaidu world—not to the many big demons who were surging towards Miyagi and the Star Picking Tower.

It just landed in front of the attendant who was standing outside the palace.

However, just like this, those overflowing and accidental spilled sword intent were like starlight falling, slashing many demon mansion demons into bright red mountain flowers blooming all over the place.

The emperor probably didn't care about such a farce, he didn't get angry, he didn't sigh, he didn't say too much, and in the end, he just quietly glanced at the white-clothed waiter under the green umbrella.

"Judge yourself."

The way Emperor Huangliang dealt with such things and Emperor Huai'an dealt with some such things was naturally different.

When Yan Li was standing in the windward building, he probably imagined such a picture.

It's just that such an accompanying emperor, and he can indeed only do nothing to scold the foolish people and the anti-thieves in the palace.

The attendant quietly looked at the clear sword that suppressed all the vitality and sword intent demonic power in such a Huai Capital, and said very perfunctory but also very sincerely: "It seems that Your Majesty is indeed Your Majesty, and today I lost my water in the bottle." ”

The people of the Demon Mansion had all died in those overflowing sword intent at the moment when this servant sighed.

At this point, the people of Huaidu have probably realized the panic and horror of those people in the East China Sea when they fought in the East China Sea.

Before the story of the East China Sea, there were indeed many years in the world that I hadn't seen this majesty make a move.

Even if such a waiter really admitted defeat so simply, people would not be surprised.

As if it should be.

Or maybe it should be more decisive.

The soldier who had finally calmed down thought sincerely.

For example, before His Majesty appeared, he should have killed himself directly.

The young man saw this, and looked at the people of the Siwu Demon Mansion who came surging but were dying, all of them were chopped by the sword intent in the night, and then looked at the white-clothed waiter who held the hilt of the sword, lifted the sword, and was very calm on the neck of the horizontal sword.

Suddenly I felt a little bored.

Maybe it's like what Mei Xiyu said.

In life, there are always regrets.

The boy didn't look any further, and turned away with his umbrella.

There were some exclamations and applause from the people of Huaidu.

There was probably blood blooming in the moonlight.

......

Xu Chunhua stood in an alley with a pale face, and when a certain sword threw a certain head, hit the green umbrella again, and then rolled down like a fruit, the small town girl screamed in panic.

It was the first time she had seen anything like it.

But fortunately, the blood that was pouring out, after gushing out, was covered by the umbrella that fell suddenly.

The Qingtian Daoist on the side held the umbrella that had not yet dried in his hand, and stood silently beside Xu Chunhua.

It's just that some of the things are still extremely shocking.

For example, the emperor turned those demon torrents into corpses everywhere in an understatement.

In the end, this story is really just a back and forth.

The sword goes and the sword returns.

It took a long time before Xu Chunhua said softly: "It's over like this?" ”

Mei Xiyu said softly: "Of course it's over." At the very beginning of the story, many people have already seen the end. If Your Majesty can't let these stories come to an end with such an understatement, probably that's what shouldn't have happened. ”

This Taoist turned his head to look at somewhere in the night of the world, and said slowly: "This is probably the reason why Heavenly Hell has never panicked. ”

In such a story, the life and death of the servant are naturally doomed.

It has always been uncertain, just the life and death of such a teenager.

So perhaps when the water was bottled in a heavy rain, when he drank such a bowl of tea in the middle of the heavens, the waiter was already dead.

It's only today that his head falls off.

The fruit must be ripe before it shakes off on its own.

Xu Chunhua was in a daze thoughtfully, but the Taoist on the side led her towards the night.

"Let's go."

Xu Chunhua looked at the many fierce sword intents that were still in the world, hesitated a little, and said, "Don't look at the ones in the back?" ”

Mei Xiyu glanced back at those human sword cultivators with a high realm, and said in a deep voice: "This really can't be seen." ”

Xu Chunhua asked puzzledly, "Why?" ”

The Qingtian Daoist said with a solemn expression: "Because they really have the possibility of fighting, after all—this is not a matter of the kings and ministers of the world, but the story of the cultivation world." Both sides are sword cultivators, if the truth can't be said to go together, there is only the truth on the sword over there. ”

Mei Xiyu said, looking back at the brightly lit human streets.

"If I'm not mistaken, the people of Hell should already be nearby."

Only then did Xu Chunhua finally remember the purpose of those human sword cultivators who came here.

Because a certain southern Sanjian died.

So it's probably some stories that can't be avoided.

It's just that this small town girl is still hesitating in place, standing at the entrance of the alley and leaning on the alley wall and looking around.

Mei Xiyu looked at Xu Chunhua like this, but she also understood what she was looking for.

"Where do you want to see where the South Island is?"

Xu Chunhua nodded.

Mei Xiyu's eyes fell on those streets and alleys, and there was a secluded long street on the ground of Huaidu, where a young man was walking quietly with an umbrella.

Xu Chunhua followed Mei Xiyu's gaze and saw such a young man, but she was relieved.

Mei Xiyu said softly: "He wouldn't be stupid enough to really look at those things in such a place. ”

Of course, there are some stories in the world that can be watched, but there are some things that cannot be watched.

The Great Dao Sword Sect of the Human World Sword Sect has too many and too high sword cultivation, even Mei Xiyu doesn't want to be implicated, not to mention the young man who knows better than anyone else that he should hold that umbrella tightly.

Xu Chunhua hesitated a little, looked back at the Taoist beside him and asked, "The story of Lord Shizhong is over, where will he go?" ”

Mei Xiyu was also silent, and after a long time, she said softly: "I don't know either." ”

After all, he was just a four-fold Daoist of the Blue Heaven Dao.

It's not the Lord of Heaven like Liu Qinghe.

The whereabouts of some teenagers are naturally not something he can guess or decide.

And the boy is indeed like a person who is isolated and deserves to be isolated from the world.

The Taoist looked at the young man walking alone with his head bowed in the distant alley, thought seriously for a long time, and said, "Maybe one day you hear that it is suddenly snowing somewhere in the world, and you will know where he is." ”

This is actually a very intriguing statement.

It's just that Xu Chunhua probably can't understand it.