Cool light slowly fell from above, maybe it was rain, maybe it was the moonlight.

Xiao Daotong stood silently on the cliff road, with a tattered sword in front of him, and the sword still carried the lake water, carrying the ghostly light, and circulated intermittently on the sword body.

The power of the mighty Styx converged into a vortex and appeared in front of her—the sword falling at the very center of the vortex.

The story is deadlocked here.

If it weren't for Xiao Daotong's body trembling slightly, it would probably look like an ancient mural with dim tones.

It is undeniable that although Wang Xiaohua looked calm when talking to Ye Zhuliu and Li Shi.

But at the end of the day, it's just a little girl.

If it weren't for the fear that the wind and snow sword intent seemed to hang overhead, it would probably be difficult for her to walk down and face this Daoist head-on.

Li Shi stood in the middle of the big lake, the Dao rhyme around his body was surging, just like those powerless falling rain, but with the sending of that sword, there were also many bright sword intents, like flowing fireflies shuttling through the rain around him.

The young Taoist looked at the little Taoist boy on the cliff road, and then raised his head to look higher.

Of course, Li Shi knew that Xie Chunxue's departure was to find You Chunshan.

It's just that right now, this Dao boy who carries the soul of the Great Priest is at the bottom of the lake, which really makes him unable to leave for a while.

But there was no urgency in his expression, and he still stood there quietly, pinching his sword.

Of course, Li Shi doesn't know any sword style.

It's just like when he was in Lingnan, he summoned thousands of broken swords to help Lu Xiaoer draw his sword.

The realm is high, as long as there is a sword, it is sword cultivation.

And.

Li Shi looked at the square inch that was trapped in the whirlpool of the power of the Styx with great sighs.

Such a sword is indeed very useful.

Those cracks looked like a mess, but on the contrary—they weren't weak, but they represented a testament to the many extremely strong sword intent that this sword had gone through.

On the first line of the world, or in the land outside the world, that senior brother of Sword Cliff slashed gods and ghosts.

So maybe it's a quarter of an hour, maybe it's just a moment.

The Styx whirlpool, however, began to appear with some cracks like sword marks, which grew from the very center of the whirlpool, and then spread out to the surroundings with some extremely crisp sounds.

Wang Xiaohua's expression turned pale a little.

The pupils were almost occupied by black, and black air continued to flow out of them, like green smoke, converging towards the bottom of the cliff path.

Xiao Daotong may not have thought about why this young Daoist was so powerful.

Maybe if you change to some Nanchu people, maybe you can do it far better than her.

Because whether it is the witchcraft of the north and the south, the upper and lower underworld, under the blessing of the power of such a majestic river Styx, it will increase to an immeasurable level.

But alas, she won't.

From beginning to end, she will only do one thing.

That's the Divine Arts.

Wang Xiaohua looked at the sword in front of her, but she was inexplicably in a trance.

Where did Xie Chaoyu go?

She was tempted to ask the Taoist now.

What kind of life and death are selfish desires?

Knowing that some people are doing something wrong, should we sit back and watch?

Xiao Daotong's gaze fell on the young Taoist in the big lake.

Maybe a little shaken.

Therefore, the color in her eyes, the last of her brilliance, was slowly dissipating, and her hands were also retracted into the extremely wide robe.

Such a change is not obvious, and it is naturally difficult to be noticed in the cold light.

It's just that the young Taoist who was originally holding the sword trick and had no distractions suddenly raised his head and looked at the little Taoist boy on the cliff road.

At that moment, this Taoist seemed to feel an extremely desolate and majestic qi from the underworld, everywhere - but it should be above the heads of the world.

Li Shi looked at the little Taoist boy on the cliff road with a complicated expression.

The world is invincible, and it is naturally the world is invincible.

But Styx is not the world.

The will and authority of such a river that carries the life and death of the world is naturally not.

"Wang Xiaohua."

The young Taoist spoke softly, perhaps sobering up the little Taoist boy a little, but the light in his eyes was fleeting, and then he sank into darkness again.

Li Shi's expression was complicated, but the sword technique in his hand was loosened a little, and the sword also stopped, not continuing to go towards the whirlpool of the power of the Styx.

"Don't do that."

This Fang Cai is still an invincible Taoist in the world, but there is some pleading in his words at this moment.

Xiao Daotong finally came back to his senses in the voice of the Taoist, the black in his eyes gradually faded, and a cold light appeared in Xiao Daotong's eyes again—it was the light of the world, falling from the cliff.

Li Shi looked at Wang Xiaohua very seriously.

"What has been done will be done again, and what has been done will be done again." Li Shi can die, but he can't set such a precedent in the world. ”

"Life and death fall into selfish desires, and the world truly collapses."

So at the beginning, Li Shi told Wang Xiaohua that she shouldn't come to see things here.

Wang Xiaohua stood there silently and didn't speak, but on the cliff road, the white-clothed angler walked back again, stopped at the upper cliff road, looked down at the Taoist in the lake, and said more sincerely: "Since you know that you can't do this, why do you want to force people to a dead end." ”

Li Shi looked at Xie Chunxue, who was going and returning, thought for a while, and said, "Is there a possibility that it was Uncle Shi who forced me to a dead end?" ”

Xie Chunxue just sneered, she was a little too lazy to answer such a question.

"So why did the seniors come back again?"

Li Shi looked at Xie Chunxue and asked.

The woman in white looked at Wang Xiaohua and said calmly: "After all, she has a stupid mouth, and people like you are extremely good at reversing black and white with rhetoric, I'm afraid that she won't win against you." ”

Li Shi smiled slightly and said, "What if the seniors say they win?" ”

Xie Chunxue looked up at the cliff.

Something was thrown from above and fell into the hands of the woman in white.

It was an extremely elaborate sword case.

"I didn't want to say that I would win you, Li Shi, I just wanted to show you something."

Li Shi looked at the sword box and raised his eyebrows.

Xie Chunxue calmly stretched out her hand and opened the sword box, which was empty.

"This sword is called Chunshan Sword, built by Huaidu Tiangong Division, it should have been given to You Chunshan, but because of you, he was so scared that he didn't dare to touch the sword....."

Li Shi said softly, "But the sword is gone." ”

Xie Chunxue smiled slightly.

"So guess where the sword went?"

Li Shi was silent for a long time, and said slowly: "So You Chunshan has indeed become a sword cultivator. ”

Xie Chunxue didn't answer, just held the empty sword box and stood on the cliff road.

A faint cold light in the mirror of the white moon slowly fell.

However, the young Daoist laughed softly, raised his hand to withdraw the tattered sword, and turned around and walked towards the outside of the White Moon Mirror.

Wang Xiaohua's expression tightened, and the phantom of the great priest behind him reached out and held Li Shi again.

The latter was just a calm swing of the sword in the cold light, and the hand of the black shadow was cut off again.

At the same time, on the cliff path of the Mirror of Tranquility, there was a sword like snow, which came out of its sheath and slashed at the Taoist who flew away.

Li Shi crossed his sword, abandoned the sword box, and suddenly pulled out his sword to stab Xie Chunxue, raised his eyebrows and said: "It's not that seniors don't know what they can't do. ”

Xie Chunxue stopped in mid-air, calmly raised her sword and said, "But this is possible." ”

Li Shi laughed softly, looked up, and sure enough, there were many Taoist figures there, standing between the cliffs and chanting, the Taoist rhyme was scattered, like a god on the wall.

The young Taoist smiled and said, "It seems that the lack of a change of heart is not so smooth, at least, that sword is not in You Chunshan's hands yet." ”

Xie Chunxue didn't answer, but just stepped on some of the diffuse power of the Styx and walked away with a sword again.

Li Shi and those cold light and dust were suspended among the thousands of cliffs, looking at Xie Chunxue quietly, the sword in his hand was like scales, and said lightly: "Seniors also think that the world is invincible, which is neither interesting nor meaningful?" ”

Thousands of cliffs are silent.

On the contrary, another very weak voice sounded slowly.

"Yes."