People who are taller than some people, when they say something, always have a sense of fate.

The reason is simple.

The leaves are in their hands.

Broken or not, it's their business.

Nandao doesn't know if this is what Li Shi said at the beginning, going to the fulfillment of the view.

Later, he once thought that Li Shi said that he was going to Guanli, and it would be a view of mountains and rivers.

It's just that I didn't expect that it was really the Xiyun Temple that I said at the beginning, located outside the gate.

The boy held an umbrella and stood quietly at the edge of the forest.

There is a black-robed emperor holding an umbrella and going straight to the turbid sword platform, and a woman in a white skirt holding a sword to the south, I don't know where to go.

The peach blossoms are still in the wind and rain.

The River Styx is still the same, mighty, coming from the distant Yellow Mountains, taking away a life that should not have remained in the world.

It was only when they approached this high cliff that it suddenly slowed down, and the river swelled, setting off huge waves above the heads of the world.

The figure of the emperor in the torrential rain did not walk fast.

It's just that the boy seems to be in a trance, and Kamigawa is already holding an umbrella extremely calmly and standing on the edge of the turbid sword platform.

Of course, the young man's heart was also apprehensive, so at that moment, looking at the man at the top of the high cliff, as small as an off-white flower, Nandao also had a lot of hasty emotions in his heart.

How will this emperor, His Majesty on earth, cut off certain life and death?

The boy stood on the edge of the stormy forest and fell into a long silence.

......

Kamigawa didn't think about such a question, but just held an umbrella, with some of the world's invectives that still remained in his mind, and squinted his eyes at the cold spring floating in the center of the turbid sword platform.

The best sword in the world, the worst sword in the world, and the most unpretentious sword in the world are there, turning into a clear spring, turning into clouds and mist, circulating on the high cliff.

The emperor stood in the rain - it was the first time in a thousand years that human rain had fallen on this cliff.

The grass on the cliff swayed, and the stone path gradually became wet, and then turned into a dark and smooth appearance, and in the dim sky, the figure of the emperor in the thunder gradually shone out.

Kamigawa looked down at himself, and then turned to look at the mighty River Styx to the southwest, the green hills were as hoarse as crows, prostrate on the earth, bearing the ancient wrath of the world.

For some reason, the emperor smiled softly, restrained his smile, and then took the umbrella and walked towards the clear spring of the turbid sword platform.

Until they stopped in front of the clear spring.

The spring water is quiet, even if the world is raining and thundering, it has not changed anything, exuding a faint and cold air, but there is no sword in the spring.

So someone needs to draw a sword.

Kamigawa stretched out his right hand that had been behind him from his sleeve robe very calmly, if anyone could appear on this turbid sword platform, looking at the ordinary right hand that was gradually wet by the rain.

You will probably see a very mysterious scene.

The moment his right hand was covered on the clear spring, countless heaven and earth vitality gathered in an instant, and the moment it landed in his palm, it turned into an endless cold sword intent.

At that moment, everything on the cliff was probably like a sword edge, the soft edge of the grass was extremely Ling Ran's sword intent, and a certain frightened white bird dropped its feathers and became the sharpest sword blade in the world......

Green overhang.

This thousand-year-old Huangliang scholar will probably always have indescribable significance for this high cliff.

So the clear spring converging, the cold condensed, and all the sword intent gradually had a substance, but it was still like a stream of water, according to the thunder, according to the wind and rain of the River Styx.

Until some earthly dust, in the gradual heavy breath of this emperor, was blown there.

A quaint hilt of a sword that fell in the clear spring finally began to take on color.

Kamigawa looked calm, reached out and shook it towards the spring, holding it on the hilt of the sword.

Just like in the story of Qiushui's death.

At this moment, Haoran's sword intent instantly burst out from the spring, like ripples in a rainstorm lake, falling towards the world.

It's just that there are probably a lot fewer people in today's world who can respond to this.

A very long, very cold sword roar sounded from the high cliff.

This is the most proud sword in the world, the sword that has been withered for thousands of years, the sword that has been broken in the blue sky, and finally brought water out of the clear spring with a scabbard with simple ornamentation.

At that moment, the wind and rain froze, just as the world saw something terrifying, and about this world also trembled for a moment, so that it stopped breathing without concretization.

Wind and rain high cliffs, Kamigawa stood with his sword raised, standing under the umbrella and raising his head slightly, looking at the Styx where all the momentum came to an abrupt end.

"There is a long way to go."

This emperor smiled very rarely, his smile was sincere and clear, even if it was stormy and thunderous, it could not be concealed.

"The world will do it, so why bother to come to the dark water."

The Styx was in turmoil, as if it were anger, or perhaps some kind of subtle fear.

Perhaps seeing that the emperor was just standing with his sword on the high cliff, and had no intention of drawing the sword, those stormy waves gradually calmed down, the thunder was still there, the wind and rain were surging, and everything was huge and fell towards the location of the high cliff again.

The smile on Kamigawa's face gradually faded, and the white umbrella in his hand had already been destroyed by the torrential rain, scattering on the cliff like some damaged white flowers.

The emperor let go of the umbrella bone in his hand and stood calmly on the cliff, looking up at the great river.

"That being the case....."

The long sword was horizontal in front of him, and the black-robed emperor held the scabbard tightly in one hand and the hilt of the sword in the other.

"After a thousand years, how about drinking my sword in the world again, please the country of the underworld?"

The sound of the sword was loud, and there was a cold light that jumped under the thunder.

The sword wind in Emperor Shenhe's robe was swaggering, his expression was pale, and his eyes were full of profound sword marks.

The sky-breaking sword.

It has been unsheathed for three inches.

The Styx waves shook again, but it stopped the shape of the river in mid-air, and then rolled away in the thunder that stretched over the green mountains.

The thunder fell into the green hills, turning into charred black lightning trees, and the torrential rain fell into the world, turning into a spring breeze and a light rain.

The emperor holds the sword, three inches out of the sheath.

So Styx retreated.

Heaven, earth and earth gradually subsided.

Kamigawa calmly re-sheathed the sword in his hand, and it was not until the River Styx receded that the emperor raised his head again and looked at the high heavens that were gradually regaining clarity, his eyes full of amazement and emotion.

"Tsing Yi ....."

.......

The mirror of the white moon in the East China Sea.

Xiaodao Tong's breath was sluggish, and he sat on the top of the white moon with a pale face.

The sea breeze blew, lifting the thin and loose robe on his arm, and there were many slowly penetrating crimson colors underneath.

Wang Xiaohua was silent for a long time, and finally raised her head, the black back in her eyes was like a black mist, with many sword marks, about a moment and a half, difficult to dissipate.

"Is this selfish desire? Master? ”

Xiao Daotong didn't care about the sword wound on his body, just raised his head and muttered to himself.

It took a long time, until the sea breeze blew all over the body, blowing the little Taoist boy cold, swaying like grass and trees in the world.

"No, it's just ......"

Xiao Daotong was suddenly relieved.

"Gods and ghosts are just inferior to people."