Mountains and rivers are surging.

That kind of sword is a sword that anyone will be shocked to see it.

The Taoist surnamed Bai just stood calmly in the snow of the mountain, raised his head, and quietly looked at the mountains and rivers.

The sleeves of the Taoist were rolled up in advance.

There were some green tendons and knots on his hands, which looked like some blue-gray old vines wrapped around dead trees.

The Taoist may have been a little nervous as well, so the green tendons kept squirming under the old skin.

Probably the only one that has an aesthetic appeal.

It is the Taoist robe isolated in the wind and snow, and the calves are flying endlessly.

The Taoist robes and the Taoist fists are, of course, the deepest impression of the Taoist in the world.

After that, it is the Tao Formula, the Tao Scripture, and the Tao Techniques that are used to assist in battle.

There are also some mountains and rivers under the feet of the Baidao people, and they are not limited to this, and there are also some Taoist techniques that are very different from the Taoist style of the mountain and river view - that is the Taoist technique of the Qingtian Dao in the past.

Like Le Chaotian and Xie Chaoyu, this Daoist was of course also a disciple of Qingtian Dao.

Although the world always says that Bai Fengyu's three disciples divided the Qingtian Dao, but in such a story, naturally there are not only the three of them.

For example, Qingtian Dao, who was killed by Li Shi, is a very high-ranking veteran with a mutilated body.

Of course, everything will be forgotten in the years until no one mentions it.

Taoists don't care about such things, they have been hurt for a lifetime, and when they are old, they recall anything, as if they have the bitter taste of some medicinal herbs.

When I first met Li Shi, did I have such a taste?

Bai Daoren thought very seriously.

Maybe there is, maybe not.

It's a pity that many things can't be seen at a glance.

Just like many years ago, when the Qingtian Dao Master surnamed Jiang accepted a disciple named Bai Fengyu, he probably didn't think that the story of Qingtian Dao would cause a big twist and turn here.

How could Bai Dao people imagine that the young man who seemed to be quiet and quiet at the beginning would bring such a story to the world in the end?

Bai Daoren sighed, silently looking at the sword that was pushed by the mountains and rivers in the wind and snow.

The Taoist raised his hand and pinched the Dao Jue, and the Dao wind gradually rose in the mountain and snow, but for some reason, it gradually subsided again, and only some Dao Wen slowly emerged from the wind and snow.

The white Daoist pinched the Dao Jue, but he also let go of the Dao Jue.

In the Dao Sea in the depths of the Divine Sea, the big waves were surging incessantly, stacking higher and higher, and finally stopped on the way to the Twelve Stacks, turning into boundless white waves, and collapsing with a thunderous sound.

This is probably the first time that the Taoist has made a move after recuperating from his injuries for fifty years.

And for the last time, of course.

Of course, the Bai Dao people saw it very clearly.

That kind of sword can only be a line in the world of the sword grinding cliff.

He didn't know where Li Shi had borrowed such a sword.

But when the sword comes, someone has to pick it up.

Le Chaotian refused to pick it up, so naturally he could only pick it up.

After all, two people can be the watcher.

The moment the waves of the Dao Sea collapsed, the Dao people moved.

There is no Taoist technique, all Taoist techniques are finally scattered in the wind and snow like the smoke of the world, leaving only countless Taoist texts, one after another, layer after layer, falling all over this land of wind and snow, and shrinking away, with the Taoist stepping on the snow on the mountain snow splashing snow chips, first on the bent cedar, then on a rugged rock, and finally on the top of the mountain, like a light crane, as if ascending to the sky, all the way to the heights.

Countless Taoist texts were like iron flowers scattered in the wind and snow, following behind the ankles of the Taoists, trampling extremely hard again and again, towards the mountains and rivers in the twilight snowy sky.

That sword finally appeared in front of the White Dao people very clearly.

Just as a young man who said that he should be at the bottom of the mountain instead of in the mountain, it was an extremely incandescent sword light, and the sword intent of heaven and earth around him was like a black hole and nothingness.

This is a certain Lingnan little boy, in the far south, who exhausted the sword soul of Lingnan's thousands of remnant sword intent, and the thousand-year-old sword intent of Xiwu Sword Lake.

The first line in the world, from such a sword cultivation that combines retro flow sword dao and sword intent, is the most amazing sword in his life.

Hanging by a thread and deciding on a thought.

The old man sighed in amazement.

There may not be some satisfaction in the amazement.

How many times have you seen such a sword in the whole world?

How many people dare to stand in front of such a sword?

The old Taoist remembered the sword of the East China Sea Shenhe at the beginning.

It's a pity that the sword was stopped by a young man in green clothes.

If Kamigawa's sword is not stopped, probably the entire world will be wiped out under the sword.

So just like what Cao Weiying said, this is a sword suitable for people like Lu Xiaoer, who have never had anything to do with the Great Dao for life.

The Taoist surnamed Bai sighed very embarrassed and satisfied.

It's not for nothing.

He is probably much luckier than another uncle surnamed Bai.

That sword was already extremely close, and the Taoist could even feel the unstoppable sense of separation that passed through the entire mountain and river—and it was true, Li Shi's mountain and river world, which was mixed with many secret techniques, was already full of holes at this time, and the nine-character mantra mixed in it was about to be exhausted.

The end point of this sword is indeed as everyone has seen, it is the wind and snow Xiongguan in the wind and snow of Luming.

As the sword got closer and closer, the Daoist's Dao bun was cut off by that Ling Ran's sword wind, which probably looked very funny, and there were gradually many more wounds on the Dao robe, and blood seeped out from underneath.

It's really just a brief moment.

The mountains and rivers continued to crumble, just like the Taoist robes, and the Taoist lowered his head and glanced at the Taoist texts that followed.

Big ingenuity doesn't work.

The Taoist gave up all Taoism and only used the most simple Taoism into the body.

The Taoist also gave up all tedious movements, but at the moment when thousands of Taoist texts flashed with golden light, wrapped in the extremely vast heaven and earth vitality, and blessed himself, he stretched out his hand and shook it forward.

The man is as dead as iron, watching the test and mending the cracks in the sky.

In fact, the moment the Daoist stretched out his hand, the hand that was like an old vine wrapped around a dead tree was shredded by thousands of sword intents.

Then the arms, then the half-leaning body.

It's just that the sound of the waves of the Dao Sea has not stopped, and those stormy waves are still like thunder, and even because of the shattering of the Daoist form, the roar is even more resounding in the mountains and snow in the world.

Just like Hong Zhong Da Lu.

It is also like a high cliff.

Then an extremely strong force erupted at the place where the Dao human form disappeared.

All the wind and snow were pushed away, the mountains and rivers were shattered in an instant, and they disappeared in an instant.

And so the dust was gone.

So the green mountains are ten thousand flowers.

......

The young boy looked up in astonishment and looked in the direction from which the sound had come.

Pine Cone covered her ears nervously.

The little earth dog propped its front legs on the stone, lying on its stomach and watching, and the wind chimes were quiet.

The snow in the mountains of the world seems to have turned into a sea, and the white waves in the ring are rolling in.

The world is in a state of chaos.

"What's that?"

Lu Xiaosan hugged the gourd and looked at Le Chaotian.

At that moment, this young Taoist seemed to have some vicissitudes in his eyes.

"That's feathering."

The little boy suddenly thought of something, and said eatingly: "Yes, someone stopped that sword?" ”

Le Chaotian said softly: "He went to stop him, but he ......"

The Taoist lowered his head and looked at his hands quietly.

"He didn't stop him."

Lu Xiaosan turned around.

In the world scattered in the wind and snow, there is a lot of light and dust that is being sprinkled, maybe it is the remnants of those Taoist mountains and rivers, or it may be the remnants of the Taoist human form.

And above the green hills.

The sword still moved forward firmly, and after missing the wrap of the mountain river channel, the speed increased slightly.

It's just that maybe the sword intent on it has already diffused a lot in that momentum.

Songguo, who had been a little silent, at this moment, didn't know where the courage came from, and suddenly stood in front of Le Chaotian, and asked very seriously: "So why does Uncle Shi think it's okay?" ”

This Taoist looked at the sword quietly, and said lightly: "Because I don't know how to understand his heart." I don't know what people in the world think. I may not be clear when I look at myself, but I must be despicable when I see others. ”

Songuo stood there silently.

"Especially this one, a Buddhist disciple who is too young, but also strong enough."

The Taoist continued.

"In other words, I didn't do it myself, but I was tolerant enough."

The little squirrel was silent for a while, and then said softly: "So what the blind white-clothed sword cultivator said that night was actually true.....?" ”

Songguo's words were not finished, and Lu Xiaosan, who was on the side, felt that something was wrong when he listened to it, and reached out to cover Songguo's mouth.

"Okay, okay, don't say any more, Uncle I'm hungry, let's go find a nearby town to have a hot pot first." It's been a long time since I've eaten hot pot while watching the snow. ”

The little boy said with a grin.

Le Chaotian naturally didn't continue, just smiled faintly and said, "Okay." ”

Songguo broke away, and wanted to say something more, but Lu Xiaosan, who had always been giggling, had a little coldness in his face and looked at Songguo.

"If you say it again, I'll beat you to death."

Songguo was stunned.

The little boy who said this last time had really beaten people to death, and was heading towards the depths of the wind and snow step by step.

Maybe it's a blessing, maybe it's atonement.

The little squirrel lowered its head silently.

Lu Xiaosan carried the gourd behind his back, and as for when the sword inside would be able to come back, he would naturally talk about it later. The little boy picked up the little earth dog that was still there watching on his legs, and then walked down the mountain.

Because of the death of the Taoist in the distance, the wind and snow here are also much smaller - it was not big originally, but at the moment it is probably like some hazy smoke.

Standing on the hill and looking down, there are indeed some towns scattered along the rivers at the foot of some mountains, and at twilight, there is some smoke curling.

"Just go there."

Lu Xiaosan proposed.

Le Chaotian nodded and said, "Okay." ”

The little squirrel stood there with his head down for a long time, until the two of them gradually walked away, and then raised his head again and chased after him.

"Lu Xiaosan, I want to eat mutton hot pot."

Lu Xiaosan said without replying: "You have to ask Uncle Shi." ”

Le Chaotian is still just a 'good'. Then he raised his sleeves, and the wind swept up the mountains and rivers, and disappeared on the mountain with the two of them.

......

There aren't many people in the town. About dozens of families landed at the foot of the mountain and meandered along the small river.

Although the high mountains are covered with snow all year round, at the bottom of the mountain, it is actually a golden autumn scene.

When Lu Xiaosan and a dog walked into the town with a few yellow-red leaves that fell on their shoulders, the people in the town happened to be looking at the streets.

What happened on the other side of the mountain, when it actually fell here, was just some strange and loud noise.

And even if they can see it, they won't have any emotion of being dusty and green mountains.

I will only worry about whether there will be a certain sword light and a certain text smashing down, smashing their heads and bleeding.

So the townsfolk were watching, ready to hide in the houses on both sides of the street.

The three people who arrived at such a time could be regarded as confirming some of their conjectures, that is, on the other side of the mountain, there were really cultivators fighting.

It's just that they don't know whether Lu Xiaosan is watching the play or escaping.

People looked at the three people walking down the street with some fear.

The little boy who was holding the dog with a gourd on his back probably didn't do any harm, and the girl who looked like she had nothing but some snacks around her waist probably wouldn't have shot someone to death.

People looked silently at the young Taoist who walked in the middle.

Is this a good guy or a bad guy?

They don't dare to guess.

The rings of wind and snow that had been pushed away because of the shattering of the Dao human form were still in the sky, rippling away in the distant clouds and mountains.

This is certainly a novelty.

It's just that with the arrival of the three of them, the people in the town were a little afraid to look at it, and they quietly dispersed like a chilling cicada.

Then he quietly closed the door.

In the blink of an eye, the streets were still overcrowded, and only a few leaves were left rolling in the wind.

Lu Xiaosan silently looked at the quiet town, and looked back at Le Chaotian behind him.

"Do we still have hot pot to eat?"

Le Chaotian thought for a moment, walked towards the restaurant in the center of the town, stopped there, and began to knock on the door.

"Fellow, open the door. We're not bad guys. ”

“......”

Lu Xiaosan was silent.

It was no surprise that the trio lost a hot pot.

Although Le Chaotian proposed to go to the mountains to find some game, pick some wild vegetables, and make a hot pot to eat.

However, the little boy refused with some sighs.

After leaving the town, the voices of the world began to clamor again.

Lu Xiaosan stopped outside the town, looked back at the town that was revitalized, was silent for a long time, looked at Le Chaotian, and asked very seriously: "Uncle Shi is actually most afraid of this situation?" ”

Le Chaotian looked calm and said lightly: "Yes, but it doesn't stop there." ”

Lu Xiaosan thought for a while and said, "For example? ”

"For example, even if we leave, there will be no more voices in this town."