The young boy returned to such an unburied tomb with his sword in his hand.

Lu Xiaoer watched there silently for a long time, and then laughed softly, as if joking with himself, and said, "Look, so you actually want me to help you cover the soil." ”

In the twilight of the green hills, the birds hurried away, but probably no one responded to such a joke that was not very funny.

Lu Xiaoer stood in the glow for a while, pulled out the Xiwu sword, inserted it in front of the grave, and then picked up the white bones of an unknown sword cultivator from the autumn grass and put it into such a grave very carefully.

The sound of falling leaves in the forest in the twilight was hoarse, and the sound of the Sword of Cold Light pulling out of the dirt was also hoarse.

After digging thousands of graves, the young boy was already skilful in his movements.

As the sword in his hand was raised back and forth, handfuls of dirt were filled into the tomb in the twilight.

Until the last handful of dirt is filled.

The little boy finally stopped, held the Xiwu sword, and stood quietly in front of the grave until the twilight gradually flowed away from the branches and leaves, and the very rich and deep colors between the twilight appeared in the sky.

Lu Xiaoer glanced up, and slowly lowered his head again, perhaps wanting to reinsert the sword in his hand into the dirt, so as to pick up the tombstone that was placed not far away.

It's just that the long sword is hanging down in the glow, but when it is about to touch the soil of the Lingnan Qingshan, there is a sudden stirring of a lot of sword intent, and the fallen leaves around the little boy fly up like some mountain birds, and they are wrapped in the sword intent on such a sword, and go with the long sword.

In the dim green mountains, an extremely bright sword light flashed.

Like a thunderclap between heaven and earth, with a distinct trajectory, it suddenly fell into the miscanthus grass somewhere in the green mountains.

The figure of the Taoist who was smiling was suddenly illuminated.

If there was such a young man standing here carrying Bai Yujing on his back, this sword would naturally be extremely powerful.

Unfortunately, it is not.

The Taoist also carried a lot of wind and snow from the Youhuang Mountain Range.

Therefore, the Taoist only raised his hand, as if he wanted to sweep away some snow on his shoulder, and swept down such a sword in the green mountains, turned it back, and inserted it in front of Lu Xiaoer with a buzzing sword sound, trembling.

"I'm curious, what gave you the courage to shoot your sword?"

The Taoist of the mountain and river view looked at the little boy standing in front of a lonely grave very sincerely and asked.

Lu Xiaoer stood there silent for a long time, lowered his head, looked at the sword, stretched out his hand to hold it, stopped those tremblings, and then said softly: "It's Lingnan." ”

The boy's voice was very slight, but it was also extremely firm.

When he raised his head, the light in his eyes was that the Taoist people saw it, and they were all stunned.

"It's the ground under my feet, Senpai."

Lu Xiaoer said word by word.

"Nobody ever said that they wanted something like this to survive. Sometimes it's the same to be able to light a fire. ”

The little boy held the Xiwu sword that was deeply inserted in the soil in front of him, and his hand suddenly exerted force, as if he was holding an extremely huge and heavy sword.

Li Shi stood in the green mountain, and when he saw this scene, he raised his brows slightly, but he was not surprised, but his eyes fell on the little boy standing in front of a newly erected grave in Lingnan that had not yet erected a tombstone.

The Taoist thought for a while, tilted his head slightly and said, "If there is no torch in the future, you are the only light?" ”

The practicality of such a phrase is not very good here.

But perhaps, in the literal sense of the word, it is quite appropriate.

The Lingnan Ten Thousand Swords were dumb, broken and withered on those graves.

Only where such a little boy is, the long sword still reflects the glow, like a brilliant and passionate flame.

The boy may be pulling out the twilight flame from the green hills, and then calmly says I will hold this fire high.

But it didn't.

The boy was clearly extremely hard, as if he could be shaken.

However, the Xiwu Sword was inserted into the soil extremely calmly, without even the slightest trembling.

Just like that, a sword is like a green mountain that stretches across the north and south of Huai'an.

The countless sword intents on the little boy's arms flowed, but they were like thousands of silver fish, and they were also like a large galaxy.

The sword wind is cold, blowing the miscanthus grass and fallen leaves in the autumn mountains.

Of course, Lu Xiaoer heard the words of the Taoist, but when he began to draw such a sword, he no longer had the strength to think about whether that sentence contained a lot of irony about the silence of the Lingnan sword cultivators.

What exactly is the human line?

Many years ago, the Human Sword Sect Cong Zhongxiao once said that this is the sword of the divine soul.

And such a young man in green clothes and Liu Qinghe said that this is the sword in his heart.

Maybe the two are the same thing.

The little boy seriously recalled the appearance of such a black-robed man reaching out from his divine sea and pulling out the rudimentary form of such a sword.

Everything was extremely long and very short.

Maybe it's just a strand of hair blown by the wind from the front of the brow to the back of the sideburns.

There was a faint sound of swords in the heavens and the earth.

It is very subtle, as if someone gently knocked a crack on the big preserved egg in the autumn night seen in Lingnan.

So the Taoist raised his head and looked at the sky that burned out and gradually darkened. There also seems to be a very pure rift there.

Li Shi lowered his head, looked at the little boy in the green mountains, and said softly: "It turns out that senior really taught you this sword, Lu Xiaoer." ”

The little boy didn't hear Li Shi's murmuring words.

This Lingnan little sword cultivator closed his eyebrows and eyes, and it was clearly just a sword cultivator who was about to get out of the customs, but the sword intent and sword momentum around his body, even the Taoist felt amazed.

It's just that in the next moment, Lu Xiaoer's face suddenly turned extremely pale, and the uncontrollable sword marks began to swim on his entire body, and countless fine blood began to appear on his body.

The little boy may have become a pumpkin, a pumpkin with the light of heaven in his body.

So even if the eyes are closed.

There was still a brilliant white light spilling out of the gaps in the eyelashes.

However, what overflowed from between the closed lips and teeth was blood, a kind of blood mixed with the vitality of heaven and earth, sword intent, and extremely turbid in color.

If no one splits a pumpkin.

The pumpkin will naturally crack from the vine and die.

Li Shi watched this scene silently, but he understood something.

Lu Xiaoer had indeed grasped the Divine Soul Sword in the Divine Sea.

It's just that such a sword has never been pulled out of the hands of such a low-level sword cultivator.

So it's probably still not enough.

Lu Xiaoer also realized this, but it was probably difficult for such a young boy to let go of such a sword of divine soul in his heart.

Thousands of sword winds blew in his divine sea, like a storm and stormy waves.

And Lingnan Xiaojianxiu's ship is capsizing inexorably.

The first sound of the sword was gradually muteing, like a lamp that could not be ignited, fading away in the long night.

At this moment, the little boy thought very regretfully, so probably the torch in Lingnan was indeed not himself.

How can there be such a mediocre torch in the world?

It's just that the next moment, the little boy raised his head in shock.

In the sea of gods that seemed to be extinguished and shattered at any time, it suddenly seemed as if thousands of torches had been lit.

Those out-of-control sword intents gradually calmed down and came towards such a young man holding the sword of the divine soul in the sea of gods.

Lu Xiaoer didn't know what was going on, until those distant torches poured down towards the little boy like streamers.

This Lingnan little sword cultivator finally realized what it was.

It's a sword.

It was a myriad of brilliant sword lights.

Thousands of brilliant sword lights fell into the little boy's hand, and such a sword that could not be pulled out finally began to shake.

If the little boy with his eyes closed opens his eyes, he can see that in the green mountains at dusk, there are thousands of sword sounds, just like the picture in the sea of gods, thousands of broken streamers are coming towards this place.

It was as if such a little boy was reverently kneeling in the dust of the green mountains, and the sword cultivators who were buried one by one finally responded to the sincerity of the little boy.

There was a sword roar.

The Xiwu sword, which had never been scarred, suddenly burst into thousands of cracks on the sword body, and streamers came out of the cracks.

At this moment, everyone was shocked.

......

Fu Jiangnan had actually realized that something was wrong long before he saw the thousands of streams of sword light that suddenly seemed to be lit up by a lonely torch in the twilight.

The performance of such a senior brother is too weird.

First, a sword was sent to him, and then he knelt in the green mountains against the sword and wept.

However, when he said that he wanted to stay and help him, the little boy suddenly changed his face.

began to talk about the torch and the righteousness.

This is, of course, a very strange thing.

Fu Jiangnan walked for a long time with Bai Yujing on his back, but decided to go back and ask for clarification.

The young man turned away with his sword in his hand, and when he walked in the mountains and forests, he seemed to have seen something extremely strange.

In today's Lingnan, there are naturally thousands of broken swords.

Everything is like those fallen leaves, lying quietly in this autumn green mountain.

It's just that at that moment, Fu Jiangnan seemed to see a sword broken in the mountain, and trembled slightly.

The boy thought he was so hesitant that he hallucinated.

It was just that the next moment, as if the sword had suddenly come to life, it suddenly turned into a streamer and shot away from the twilight green mountains with sword fire.

Fu Jiangnan stopped in a daze, the young man seemed to hear some extremely strange sounds, as if he had thought of something, he suddenly turned his head and looked in the direction of Tingfeng Xi.

Right there, thousands of streams of light came, like a meteor shower in the world, piercing the sky and heading towards the green mountain where the second senior brother was.

Fu Jiangnan came back to his senses, didn't think about those things anymore, broke away from the Shenhai with sword intent, raised his hand to hold the sword, and shot himself and the sword towards such a green mountain.

A certain boy under an umbrella was indeed right.

If the vitality is not enough and the sword intent is insufficient, the sword cultivator flying in the sky is indeed very much like a stupid fish that is dressed.

The stupid fish named Fu Jiangnan walked through the mountains and forests in embarrassment, stopped on a mountainside outside the thousands of sword lights, and only then did he stand firm with his sword, as if he had seen something extremely incredible, his eyes widened in astonishment, and his mouth opened wide.

It's a lot like a stupid fish.

However, Fu Jiangnan didn't have the heart to care whether he was a stupid fish or a stupid donkey.

I just looked at such a green mountain wilderness in shock.

Under the sky at the turn of the twilight, thousands of streamers came, like a sword array, with a brilliant light, inserted around the little boy's body, but such a little boy standing in the midst of thousands of broken swords, the light on his body and the sword light in his hand, especially those thousands of streamers.

The little boy at this moment may indeed have become the only torch in Lingnan.

Fu Jiangnan looked across from the little boy and saw such a Taoist standing there extremely calmly.

This young sword cultivator didn't know why such a story happened here very suddenly.

He looked at his second senior brother again, but his gaze was just beginning to shift, and this sword cultivator seemed to realize something extremely strange, and suddenly turned his head and looked at such a Taoist again.

The Taoist holds the Tao in his hand, the Tao around his body is flowing, the Tao rhyme is constantly escaping, and there is a faint vision between heaven and earth, like some mountains and rivers.

However, of course, these are not the reasons for Fu Jiangnan to turn back.

Fu Jiangnan's gaze seemed to be drawn by some extremely attractive picture, and suddenly fell to the other hand of the Taoist.

That's not the trick.

It's a sword trick!

A certain Taoist named Le Chaotian once said, as long as your realm is high enough.

Even if you don't know how to use a sword, you can still be a sword cultivator.

Yes.

How can there be any reason in the world that reverently digs graves, and there are thousands of sword lights?

Fu Jiangnan seemed to finally understand something.

I watched this incomprehensible scene in amazement.

So those thousands of streams of fire, sword light from all over the Lingnan green mountains.

In fact, it was driven by such a Taoist.

Fu Jiangnan didn't understand why the young Taoist did this.

It's just that he also realized that such a thing is not normal.

He turned around and tried to stop his senior brother and tell him to stop.

However, the moment he turned back.

The little boy suddenly opened his eyes, the sword intent on his arm flowed, and the cracked Xiwu sword was still firmly inserted in the green mountains.

However, there was an incomparably illusory sword, but with an extremely powerful sword intent, pulled out of the sword body.

Such a little boy is also illusory.

The sword of the divine soul, of course, requires the divine soul to be able to hold it.

The world is extreme, hanging on a line, determined by a thought.

Grinding Sword Cliff is peerless, a line in the world, in the green mountains of Lingnan, brilliant out of the sheath.

Throughout the green hills, everything began to crumble and wither.

So the voice of such a young sword cultivator was also drowned in it.

Just like the scene in the East China Sea, that sword suddenly crossed the world and fell towards that Taoist.

Li Shi's expression was calm, the Dao formula in his hand changed suddenly, and the heavens, earth, mountains and rivers suddenly came out from under his feet, and then spread out towards the world in an extremely mighty way.

The mountains and rivers in the world have been used by Zhang Xiaoyu and Chen Qingshan.

But among these young Taoists, the best is used.

Of course, it is such a Taoist who has gone far away.

The boy who knows the water realm struggles with a sword.

However, after such a sword was submerged in the mountains and rivers, it was as if it could not touch such a Taoist, and it went away from the mountains and rivers and disappeared.

The color of twilight in the world, only Changhong is still the same.

Lu Xiaoer seemed to have been drained of all his strength, and instantly collapsed and knelt beside the sword.

Li Shi stood there quietly, his expression was also a little pale, looking at such a paralyzed Lingnan little sword cultivator, and slowly let go of the Dao trick in his hand.

The meaning of two feet nine naturally means that he knows a lot.

This is the sword he was waiting for.

It was this sword that he wanted.

The Taoist took a step.

A long sword came to him.