The world was shattered, but Li Shi did not.

No one knows when or where that cracked sword fell from and landed here.

Mu Zihua's first attempt at the sword, through the sword lake like the sea, split such a distant mountain cliff, but the Taoist who raised his hand in front of him did nothing.

The cliff cracked away beside the Taoist and collapsed into some lonely islands in the lake, but it also left an extremely long strait-like existence in the middle.

The clouds are thick.

The Taoist stood in the middle of the strait, silent for a long time, reached forward, and then touched the sword.

The sword was hot, and there was an undying fire on the blade, spitting through the cracks that had been.

As those sword lights turned into a sword and fell, the intense light disappeared, and some foreign objects seemed to be vaguely visible in the eyes of the Daoist.

He opened his eyes slightly and landed on top of the sword.

The above is a very simple word.

Heart.

......

Mu Zihua had already closed her eyes nervously, and the Bai Yujing in her hand was deeply embedded in the earth, and a line of cracks arose from the ground in front of her and spread to the big lake.

The white waves have not fallen.

Fu Jiangnan stood there eating, speechless for a long time.

After a long time, Mu Zihua asked very nervously, "How is it?" ”

"Big.... Probably ......"

Fu Jiangnan was a little speechless for a while, not to mention, those sword lights were still heading into the distance, and of course it was impossible for this sword cultivator who knew the water realm to see anything clearly.

So I stumbled and talked for a long time before I held back a sentence.

"Probably dead..... Bar"

Mu Zihua heard this all the time, and finally opened her eyes cautiously.

The white waves on the two-line lake are falling, and those swords are gone, submerged into the depths of the clouds behind the distant strait, and I don't know how long it will take to return.

I don't know why there is so much water vapor there, and the steaming world is hazy.

Mu Zihua kicked the ground, pulled Bai Yujing out of the soil by the lake, dragged the sword to the lake, raised his hand to cover the sun, and looked at it very seriously.

Of course, the matter of demons outside the world cannot be taken lightly.

It's just that the boys and girls by the lake watched together for a long time, and they didn't see any unusual movements.

Could such a Taoist really be dead?

Fu Jiangnan thought silently.

Mu Zihua probably thought the same way, so she let go of Bai Yujing, let go of Bai Yujing, let out a long sigh of relief, and turned around to pick up the basket she had put aside.

Fang Cai's sword wind was indeed too powerful.

When Mu Zihua picked up the basket again, she found that most of the flowers picked inside had been blown away by the wind, and only some of them were pressed by the fruits, which were still lying crumpled at the bottom of the basket.

When Fu Jiangnan turned around, he saw Mu Zihua there silently looking at the basket.

This young sword cultivator thought that the girl in the small town would say something very lamenting.

But what he heard was a very firm self-talk.

"I'm going to find a ship."

Fu Jiangnan was stunned for a moment, looked at Mu Zihua and said, "What are you looking for a ship for?" ”

Mu Zihua raised her head, looked back at the cliff gorge on the lake that was very misty and newborn, and said softly: "The flowers are gone, you can see the fallen flowers on the ground, and the fruit is rotten, and you can also pick out the kernel from the soil." If a person dies, it will definitely leave a trace. ”

"I'm going to check it out."

The girl turned her head and looked at Fu Jiangnan and said very seriously.

Fu Jiangnan stood there stunned, and after a long time, he said softly, "Okay." ”

"When the grass used to send snow to the distant mountains, it used to be a small wooden boat, and the sword lake has become very big now, I haven't seen it for a while, but it should be on the shore of this lake."

Mu Zihua thought about it while looking at Fu Jiangnan and said, "You wait for me here for a while, I found the boat, and I came here to pick you up." ”

Fu Jiangnan was stunned for a moment and said, "Am I going too?" ”

Mu Zihua thought for a while and said, "Are you really from the other side of the mountain?" ”

Fu Jiangnan was silent and said softly: "No, I am also an evil demon outside the sky." ”

The girl smiled, didn't say anything, left Bai Yujing to Fu Jiangnan, and then walked along the undulating lake shore, towards the distance.

......

In fact, not all of the sword fire above the square inch came from the high temperature caused by falling from a high altitude.

There are also many of them because they are intertwined with those many sword lake swords, and the green fire that remains of sword intent is brought.

Li Shi just glanced at the kung fu of the sword, and the hand holding the sword body was already burned.

It's a very strange thing.

For a Daoist with seven stacks of great avenues, it is probably a shame to be burned by the flames on the sword.

But Li Shi had to admit that those sword fires could indeed hurt himself.

It's not a fire or a lie that hurts, of course.

It's just the sword intent in between.

The Daoist is not a sword cultivator who must break through the realm, and he has no reason to hold such a sword.

So the moment the pain came from the palm of his hand, Li Shi had already let go of the sword.

In the cracked cliff canyon, the clouds and mist began to pour in again, and with the addition of such an extremely hot sword, the water in the lakes around the Daoist was steamed, turning into surging water vapor.

Li Shi let go of the sword, raised his head, and tried to find the direction where such a sword fell through the mist.

It's a pity that everything is misty, even if the sermon falls in the middle, it can't be penetrated-in the mist, full of the sword intent left by such a young man in green clothes.

If you look at it with divine thought, you can actually see a very magnificent picture.

Hundreds of millions of tiny silverfish swam in those mist, and the eyes of the Taoists, whether they were the Taoist texts and rhymes, were cut off very simply when they tried to pass through.

There was some blood flow from the corners of Li Shi's eyes again, and as the Taoist raised his head, he went down, falling into the sideburns that were as green as wine.

After trying for a long time, Li Shi had to admit that everything in such a heavenly town, even if it was just some water vapor, was far away from three feet of life for people like them.

It's the same with two shakunine.

Li Shi didn't try again, lowered his head, stood behind the square inch, was silent for a long time, and then reached out and re-grasped the sword, and those green flames instantly spread upwards with the Daoist's arm, like a blue and cyan flower, swaggering incessantly on the Daoist's robe.

This is extremely painful, but Li Shi did not let go of such a sword, and then held it tightly, and then stretched out his hand to send it to the lake water under him, and instantly more water vapor steamed up, and the sword intent in the water vapor, when it passed by, left many small wounds on the body of the Taoist.

Of course, he is not a sword cultivator who has to break through the realm.

It's just that in such a world, probably only holding such a sword can bring him some sense of security.

Obviously, the young man called Caowei Firefly, and the Sword Cliff Sword Cultivator named Qinglian had already fought with the goddess above the high heavens and completely left the world.

Li Shi couldn't understand why there were people in such a place who could send such a sword.

At that moment, Li Shi really thought that he was dead, and he could feel the white hairs that Chen Yunxi gave him, because of the momentum of that sword, it burned extremely quickly in the Dao bun.

If it weren't for such a sword falling from the sky, probably the Taoist would indeed be dead.

The Taoist thought silently, lowered his head, and looked at the sword cliff sword that was immersed in the water of the Sword Lake.

The green fire on the sword is still there, even if it is surrounded by the lake, it is still burning very hot, like a morning glory thrown into the water.

Li Shi waited for a long time, and finally saw that the green flames were gradually extinguished, so he drew out such a sword, and then stood up straight, looked up for a long time, his figure flickered, tapped the water, and walked towards the top of the cliff that had been split.

It's just that at the moment when Li Shi moved, everything in this big lake seemed to come to life.

Li Shi narrowed his eyes, and then fell back to such a lonely island that remained on the big lake.

It's just that these changes obviously have nothing to do with Li Shi's immobility.

The Taoist stood there vigilantly with his sword in hand, but everything around him was still changing very dramatically.

The clouds and mist were pouring out, the water vapor was surging, and there were many ripples in the great lake, as if a green mountain was about to rise from the bottom of the lake.

Perhaps this is also the case, and there are many black backs that resemble those of the great kun described in the Hanyakan Taoist Dictionary rising from under the lake.

Everything is being pushed into the distance.

The Taoist clenched his square inches and stood there silently watching.

This movement did not last long.

Those black backs didn't really break out of the water, swallowing the Taoist in one gulp.

It's just that between the clouds and mist, some water vapor is broken by the skylight, and a very bright sun shines in, illuminating the lake with a green color, like a lost ring.

Li Shi was silent for a while, did not urge the vitality of the Divine Sea, took the sword, jumped into the big lake.

It wasn't until the Taoist fell under the water that he could see clearly what those black backs were.

It's the mountains.

There are many mountains that have been squeezed under the Great Lake for some reason.

The Taoist stood in the middle of the lake with his sword in hand, silently watching the mountains that were gradually subsiding, completely unaware of what these meant.

But the answer may be simple.

The clouds and mist disperse, the mountains and cliffs merge, and the great lakes converge into the sea, which may not be a new world.

This is what the young man in green clothes said himself.

And it's becoming a reality.

.......

It may have been true that such a small boat was pushed far away with the change of the great lake.

Mu Zihua went for a long time and didn't come back.

Fu Jiangnan held Bai Yujing in his hand, and stood very vigilantly under the tree that kept flying peach blossoms.

Speaking of which, Fu Jiangnan has actually always been very regretful, when he was in Nanyi City, he never had the opportunity to take a look at such a peach tree that bloomed in the garden of the Sword Sect.

Later, when he came to Lingnan, seeing such a cluster of peach blossoms brought back by a young uncle, Fu Jiangnan still felt a little unable to get his wish.

But I didn't expect that this time I saw it in Heavenly Town.

The mountain flowers in autumn are intense, and the peach blossoms in autumn are ......

Fu Jiangnan didn't know how to describe it for a while.

After being stunned for a while, Fu Jiangnan decided to pick a peach blossom, if he can't come again in the future, it can be regarded as a commemoration.

After all, the ordinary peach blossoms have been taken away and withered in the future, no matter how you talk about it, it can't prove anything.

But such a peach blossom that will not be thanked can always remind such a teenager that you have been to a very wonderful world.

The young sword cultivator held the sword, and while looking at the depths of the clouds and mist on the far cliff of the great lake, he raised his hand, and broke off a branch of the very large peach tree, and put it in his sleeve.

It's just that the young man began to stuff such a peach blossom into his sleeve, and the world was shocked.

The earth seemed to tremble.

This is the most intuitive feeling.

Fu Jiangnan didn't stand firm for a while, but fortunately, he inserted Bai Yujing into the soil in time to stabilize his body.

When he looked up towards Dahu from afar, Fu Jiangnan suddenly understood why Mu Zihua would tell the story of Sword Lake, which might scare him.

The teenager was indeed frightened.

When the clouds were surging, and there were some black ridges, like the teeth of a giant beast, looming in the distance, and more cliffs were cracking in the far reaches of the great lake, and it seemed to rain or snow—it might be the spring in the cloud cliff, or the snow falling from the cracked earth.

Fu Jiangnan held his sword, steadied himself, and stood there in shock and watched.

If Mu Zihua hadn't told him in advance that the big lake was growing like a teenager, he would probably think that he had broken that peach blossom and angered some inexplicable creatures in this world.

It looks a lot like the wrath of heaven and earth.

It's like a scene of life.

Growth, of course, is a kind of anger.

Therefore, the world will say that it is full of vitality and spring.

It was something of great power, far greater than the power of all living beings in the world.

Fortunately, this scene didn't last long.

The cliffs cracked and went away, and the great lake seemed to be wider again, and the distant cliffs that cracked were covered with moss, white flowers, and perhaps some crystal dew, or light snow chips, at an incredible speed.

Everything is swaggering.

When Fu Jiangnan was still watching there in a daze, there was a girl's voice of concern not far away.

"You're not intimidated, are you?"

Fu Jiangnan turned his head to see that Mu Zihua had already returned in a small boat with some moss, and the basket of flowers and fruits hung on the head of the boat, and the remaining brightly colored petals and fruits in it were like a shaking lantern under the sunlight.

"It's fine."

Fu Jiangnan let out a long breath.

If it weren't for the sword that Mu Zihua had seen before, probably this young man would have been even more frightened.

It's just that this also made the boy understand a truth.

This world is probably illogical.

Or rather.

The logic is still in the making.

It's like a fog catcher who sees through the clouds.