When the 300,000 Qingjia came, the great monk who was sitting on the cliff of the pass knew about it.

The same is true of a sword in the Far West.

Probably the only thing that is difficult to know is the sword borrowed from Lingnan by a certain Taoist named Li Shi.

It's just that he probably already knows it now.

After all, the momentum of that sword was too great, and the momentum of that sword was too overwhelming.

The moment the wind rose in Lingnan, he already knew.

But what if you know?

Earache, he can cut his ear, foot pain, he can cover his foot under his buttocks.

But can he ignore the stories that come in the wind and snow, in the world, all the tide of things?

Probably not.

So it's like when I was young and picked up the stone that hid Amiji.

He was born destined to pick up those things, and he was also destined to sit here, waiting for someone to be destined, waiting for the wind and snow to fill the pass.

Therefore, the great monk is very calm, even if the front is the 300,000 green armor marching in the wind and snow, farther away, there is a sword that will come soon, and there is also a sword behind him, that sword, if he doesn't take it, it will fall to Lu Ming.

Only at the moment when the Taoist of the mountain and river view was relieved in front of the sword, did the great monk sigh very briefly.

The sigh was swift and slight, like a butterfly brushing past the edge of sight.

If you don't listen carefully, it's probably hard to hear.

It's just that the monk can probably only sigh like this.

Before and after that sigh, there was an unstoppable, extremely low and delicate chanting.

The world seems to have the sound of the bell, accompanied by the chanting of the monk, and many scriptures gradually fell in the mountain snow in the wind and snow, interlocking.

When Gu Wenzhi arrived, he was already full of scriptures, ready to deal with the attack of the 300,000 green armor at any time.

It's just that this Taoist frowned, followed those scriptures all the way to the sides of the mountain pass, retracted his gaze, and looked at the white-clothed monk.

"The Master's scriptures seem to be much less than expected."

Could it be that this great monk was injured when no one knew about it?

The chanting beside him gradually became low, and the chanting in the wind and snow gradually became grandiose.

The white-clothed monk sang a Buddha horn, let go of his hands closed in front of him, turned his head to look at Gu Wenzhi, and said with a smile: "Because the poor monk was before, according to the custom, he prayed for His Majesty first." ”

Gu Wenzhi fell silent.

Master Jiaolu's answer obviously made him a little unsure of what to say.

The white-clothed monk turned his head and looked at the autumn sky and sea of people behind him, and his expression became a little complicated.

"The Lord is dead?"

Gu Wenzhi said softly: "It's dead." ”

The great monk sighed and said, "Thank you." ”

The young Taoist put aside those emotions, turned his head to look at the wind and snow, and said calmly: "Master doesn't need to say thanks, this is the problem of Guanli. ”

"Then the donor might as well say sorry to me."

Gu Wenzhi looked back at Master Jiaolu, who had a very calm face and did not smile.

"This is what you deserve, and this is what I deserve."

After a little silence, this Taoist bent down with his palms very sincerely.

"I'm sorry."

.......

The white-clothed monk accepted the Taoist's apology very calmly.

In the wind and snow, there are many Taoists who view mountains and rivers from the mountains.

Originally, their idea was to defend the land of mountains and snow, in case 300,000 Qingjia made a detour to Huaidu.

It was only when the sword arrived that they had to change their minds and head towards this snowstorm pass.

Gu Wenzhi looked back at the arrival of those Guanzhong brothers and some uncles, his heart was a little calmer, and he said very seriously to Master Jiaolu: "Where are the mountains and rivers viewed?" ”

Master Jiaolu turned his head to look at the sides of the mountain pass and said softly, "Go to the land of the two wings and help me." ”

Gu Wenzhi raised his eyebrows, looked at the big monk in front of him, and said, "What about the master?" ”

Master Jiaolu clasped his hands together and said calmly, "I'm right here." ”

Gu Wenzhi was a little frightened, and said in a deep voice: "That sword is coming." ”

"If the poor monk still can't take that sword, how can the Lord be willing to go to the River Styx?"

Gu Wenzhi wanted to say something, but an invisible force suddenly arose around the white-clothed monk's body, swinging this Taoist person away from the pass like a thin piece of paper.

And in the next moment, in the midst of the wind and snow, a sword came from the west.

The body of the sword was pitch black, but there was an extremely hot sword fire burning on it, and after passing through the world so quickly and quickly, you could vaguely see the sword body under the sword fire, still soft as water.

It's just that maybe it's like the Daomen's sentence that weakness is better than strength.

There is no softer thing in the world than water.

The sword, like a lit black water from the deep valley, diverged in an instant the moment it approached the pass, turning into several sword lights, and slashing horizontally and vertically around the white-clothed monk.

The sword is flickering.

The wind and snow in the world are shaken away.

Snow flakes are flying everywhere.

Gu Wenzhi's figure stabilized in mid-air, and looking at this scene, he was obviously a little surprised.

He didn't expect that in the midst of the deer's roar, there would be such a sword.

The young Taoist who had studied in the Hanging Courtyard of Nanyi City and had also wandered around the Sword Sect in the human world with admiration naturally recognized what this sword was.

Of course, it can only be the lonely Wutong deep courtyard lock Qingqiu.

The wind and snow were melted away by the sword fire on the sword of Ruyuan, and the wind and snow pass at this moment was probably indeed like locking the three-foot autumn color of September.

The sword was full of flames, and the light was incandescent, clinging to the dark sword shadows, as if drawing the ground as a prison, locking the white-clothed monk there.

No matter how humble Zhuang Baiyi is, he says that his realm is not at the top of his life.

It's just that after all, this is a nine-stack sword cultivator.

Looking at the world, how many such people are there?

Such a sword cultivator burned the Divine Sea, and the sword sent by him was, of course, extremely difficult.

The white-clothed monk's clothes burned, maybe it was when a certain sword grazed his body and fell behind him, or maybe it was even earlier, when he swept away the Taoist named Gu Wenzhi.

The flame may not be dark, but on the white monk's robe, it still looks a little faint.

Just like the monk looked up quietly at the west.

Gu Wenzhi hovered in the wind and snow, and did not lean towards the monk - even if it was not a sword technique for killing, but after all, those sword intents were strong enough. Gu Wenzhi has a few catties and taels for himself, and his cognition is very clear.

He couldn't even win against Chen Qingshan, how could he face a sword of a nine-stacked sword cultivator?

The Taoist looked at the monk, and the monk's eyes were gloomy, standing in the sword fire all over the place, looking into the distance.

It's just the meaning in the words, but it always makes people feel like he's smiling.

"I'm right here, Zhuang Baiyi."

That tone is also as if it is sarcastic.

At that moment, Gu Wenzhi seemed to suddenly understand.

Yes.

This sword is not Suo Qingqiu.

Maybe its sword style is indeed the sword sect lock Qingqiu in the world.

But its sword momentum is not.

This kind of momentum is just like what a Lingnan sword cultivator once said.

It's nasty.

Those who go down, think about the bad, and do what they do.

If Gu Wenzhi could hear what another viewer in the temple said to a certain little squirrel in the mountain snow, he would probably understand it better.

That is called, self-observation may not be clear, but seeing others must be despicable.

If I want to do something, I will treat you as all the vile people.

He can't be clear-minded, so if he can't understand his mind, why is it just Le Chaotian?

Li Shi: The same is probably the case.

The monk may go, and let the sword fall on the deer.

The monk may not leave, so he will use his body as a sheath to carry the sword next.

Of course they don't know.

So you can only think of the worst.

Gu Wenzhi was still in a daze, but there was an extremely sharp meaning behind him.

It was a world of difference from the sword sent out from the depths of the wind and snow by Lu Ming.

At that moment, Gu Wenzhi felt as if he was not Gu Wenzhi, but Gu Mosquito.

A weak anachronistic mosquito in the snow.

It's just that even if it is a mosquito, if it stops on the trajectory of that sword, of course, it will be cut.

It's like the Taoist who rolled up his sleeves to block the sword.

The Taoist did not hesitate, raised his hand to pinch the Tao, and there were mountains and rivers under his feet in an instant, and a gust of wind was like a spring breeze blowing, blowing the figure of the Taoist for thousands of miles in the mountains and rivers, and then the mountains and rivers were broken, and the figure of the Taoist had appeared on both sides of the mountain passes full of scriptures.

The wind and snow do not stop.

Gu Wenzhi's mood may be just as unstoppable.

The white-clothed monk finally turned around and nodded at Gu Wenzhi, of course Gu Wenzhi understood what it meant.

That is the meaning of handing over this pass to them the view of mountains and rivers.

The Taoist didn't look at that sword again, nor did he look at the monk again.

He looked back to the west of the Wind and Snow Pass.

The wind and snow were misty, but the mighty sound came into the ears very clearly.

It was 300,000 green armors, and it took Gu Qingtian Dao a thousand years to create 300,000 green armors.

At the moment when the Taoist turned around.

Countless sounds like a trickle of water came from the wind and snow, but it was not a stream, nor a river.

Rather, the sermons engraved on the green armor, and the subtle voices on the armor moving in the wind.

Gu Wenzhi's expression was extremely solemn.

Even if this is an army of 300,000 ordinary people, the impact on the cultivation world cannot be said to be small.

What's more, it's a combination of machine and sermon.

Those subtle voices converged into a great river, and gradually became extremely vast, and Gu Wenzhi's pupils also contracted suddenly at that moment.

The spring breeze in the world is coming.

At this moment, the picture in the wind and snow may indeed be as described in this sentence.

Countless green armor torrents, at the moment of approaching the pass, the armor on the machine bracket moved extremely quickly, and those sermons engraved on the armor were also urged by the power of the machine bracket, rolling up the endless wind.

It's like a locust crossing the border.

This is the first time for Gu Wenzhi to face the power of the torrent from the world so truly and directly.

The same is true of the Taoists in the view, even if some uncles used to be disciples of such a Qingtian Dao.

Gu Wenzhi was shocked for a moment, then came back to his senses, and looked up at the depths of the wind and snow, where there was a certain Taoist, accompanied by a woman in a plain Taoist skirt, standing quietly under the umbrella, looking at this side with extremely indifferent eyes.

After a little silence, Gu Wenzhi didn't look over there again, just raised his hand to pinch the Dao Jue, but an incomparably loud sound swept from the wind and snow.

Even those Qingjia torrents paused for a moment.

Gu Wenzhi's movements stagnated a little, and in that movement, even the movements of turning his head became sluggish.

Turning his head, the white-clothed monk was wrapped in scriptures, and his body became extremely huge at some point, leaving only one foot and falling in the Qingqiu Sword Prison.

The white monk's robe was like a cloud curtain of heaven and earth, enveloping this pass together.

Not visible upwards.

But there is not enough sword intent bursting, and there are also all kinds of Buddha sound chanting.

Everything is vast, only the monk's robe drifts like a cloud curtain, and there are sword marks like starlight, which seem to be broken and unbroken, but it also covers everything.

Gu Wenzhi was silent for a while, probably agreeing with Master Jiaolu's words at that time.

Indeed, the wind and snow are strong.

Gu Wenzhi turned his head and pinched the Dao Jue again, and the Dao rhyme in the Divine Sea flowed out, pulling the wind and snow and the vitality of heaven and earth to fall towards him together.

Then, like a loose stone on a mountain cliff, the whole person fell straight down and fell towards the blue lake.

In the wind, snow and mountains, there are many such stones.

.....

Of course, Li Shi was seriously injured.

The sword light of Sword Lake and Mu Zihua's sword brought some irreversible injuries to the Daoist.

His eyes, for example, find it difficult to see many things in the world clearly.

But after leaving Heavenly Town, this Taoist still urged the Divine Sea Vitality to come towards this land of wind and snow.

It's somewhere in the green hills.

The green mountains of the land of ten thousand green mountains.

The Taoist squinted his eyes and stood in the place where his own mountain and river channel technique was broken.

Maybe he wanted to see some traces of the death of his division commander.

It was only in the haze that the Taoist began to see some colors clearly, and a sword came behind him.

The realm of the person who comes out of the sword is average.

It's just that the meaning of that sword is extremely unusual.

Even if Li Shi had reacted extremely quickly and avoided to the side, he was also cut off a corner of his robe by that sword.

Li Shi stopped on the other side of the green mountain, and his eyes were branded with Dao Wen, and he finally recognized who this sword cultivator who suddenly appeared.

Dressed in black with short hair, the sword is broken.

The four broken swords of the Liuyun Sword Sect, Cheng Lu.

Li Shi didn't look much surprised when he saw Cheng Lu appear here, but said softly, "Zishi is dead." ”

Cheng Lu said calmly: "Dead, what about you?" ”

Li Shi smiled slightly, the Dao text in his eyes dispersed, and the world returned to hazy again.

"I don't know. What are you doing here? ”

"Look at the sword."

Cheng Lu may be answering a question from a Taoist, or maybe he is just talking about a kind of pre-fight reminder that is often found in biographies.

This sword cultivator re-lifted the butterfly love flower that he picked up at the side of Meixi Xiaoguan.

It's just that Li Shi didn't mean to do anything with him, but just raised his hand to summon a mountain and river, which was between the two, and then the Taoist robe fluttered, stepping on the green mountain, and went further north to the world.

Cheng Lu raised his sword and slashed down, but it was a pity that his realm was not as good as this Taoist of mountains and rivers after all.

That piece of mountains and rivers has been cut down a lot, but there are still many left, blocking the path of such a sword cultivation.

"Where are you going?"

Cheng Lu hesitated a little, put away his sword, stood on the other side of the mountains and rivers, looked at the back of the Taoist and asked.

Li Shi's figure paused for a moment in the distance, and it was vaguely visible that he made a gesture of reaching into his arms, as if to confirm whether something was still there.

"The plum blossoms outside the gate are about to bloom, I want to go back and have a look."

The Taoist replied with almost sincerity.

But whether it is sincere or not, Cheng Lu does not know.