Whether it is the sword light coming from all directions, or the wind blowing all over the green mountains.

The white-clothed sword cultivator just sat there quietly.

In fact, for the blind, the voice of the world is clearer.

Especially when the wind is blowing from all sides.

The conversation of the four people in the mountain, this white-clothed sword cultivator could hear it clearly.

Those who learn from me are born, and those who are like me are strong?

Zhang Xiaoyu sat there for a long time, caressing the mountain and river sword on his knee, but secretly sneered.

Senior brother, you are all wrong.

Those who learn from me are crazy, and those who are like me die.

Li Shi never came to Zhang Xiaoyu again.

But this white-clothed sword cultivator had heard the sound of the wind.

When he listened to Baimei open, the sound of squirming was very similar to the gentle voice of that senior brother many years ago.

So he asked.

Brother, what should I do?

A certain Taoist who had been outside the gate for a long time just whispered - how many can be killed, how many.

After entering the Great Dao, Jian Xiu, who had entered the realm of the Six Stacks at an extremely fast speed, listened to Mei Luo's voice for a long time.

He didn't know if this was his own imagination, or if the senior brother really answered him like this.

But when thousands of sword lights turned into a round of sword sea, the mountain and river sword in his hand was unsheathed without hesitation, with a sharp sword intent, with a sword sound, turned into a streamer, straight into the sky, facing the sea of swords.

The sword cultivation of the East China Sea Sword Sect was naturally much stronger than that of the Lingnan Sword Sect or the Liuyun Sword Sect.

It's just that the avenue is never fair.

The sword of the swimming dragon formed by the convergence of hundreds of sword lights, the moment it came into contact with Zhang Xiaoyu's sword, it hit an extremely dazzling white light, and the sword fire burst out, but it was like countless fallen leaves, disintegrating from the high heavens and scattering all over the ground.

Zhang Xiaoyu didn't look at it, just sat there cross-legged, raised his hand to catch the mountain and river sword that was folded back, the sword intent was full, the sword light was brilliant, and he was dressed in white and chaotic in the wind - there were already several dragon swords coming from afar.

It's just that he didn't care about the sword formation of the East China Sea Sword Sect anymore, let go of the mountain and river sword, let it go sideways, raised his hand to pinch the Dao Jue, and the sound of the waves of the Dao Sea surged, and for a while, it was indistinguishable from the sound of the waves of the East China Sea.

Thousands of rhymes rose from the white plums, rolled up the plum blossoms, and shot into the sky like a plum rain, but those dragon swords from the sword array of the East China Sea Sword Sect were cut by those plum blossoms, flying messily on the sea cliffs, like a pool of dead fish.

And at that moment, there were several extremely powerful sword intents coming from those scattered Dragon Swords—this was the truly lethal sword move, the sword from He Xie and their Cliff Master Realm Sword Cultivators of the East China Sea Sword Sect.

Zhang Xiaoyu just calmly crossed the sword in front of him, and let those sword lights slash down from the high sky with a galloping sword intent.

A sword light poured out from the sword body, and the white clothes rolled up, like countless silver needles, wrapped in sword intent, and went towards the several sword lights.

It may have only slowed down the speed at which those sword lights fell.

The figure of the sword cultivator of the cliff master realm finally appeared in the cliff and white plum, the human sword was like one, like the high sky falling, also like the waves overturning, a sword fire fluttering, a sword slashed at the white-clothed sword cultivator sitting under the plum.

Zhang Xiaoyu's ears moved slightly, raised his hand to hold the mountain and river sword, and handed the sword forward.

The sword of the East China Sea Sword Cultivator, but it was three feet away, not moving forward, and the flow of Haoran Yuan Qi converged here, and the next moment, the sword in his hand was spreading cracks very quickly, and the person's expression changed, and his sword intent swung out, and he stepped out of a plum blossom, and his body retreated extremely quickly.

The white-clothed sword cultivator, who had been sitting cross-legged and not moving, finally stood up.

Holding the mountain and river sword in his hand, he was one with Bai Mei, but he stabbed forward with a sword very quickly.

The plum blossom that had been stepped on had not even fallen, but the sword had already passed straight through the throat, and the sword intent swung out, annihilating the soul.

At this moment, the sword light in the sky was stagnant for a moment.

No one thought that a Cliff Master Realm sword cultivator of the East China Sea Sword Sect would die in the hands of Zhang Xiaoyu so neatly.

Zhang Xiaoyu calmly pulled out his sword, pinched the hand of the Dao Jue and calmly covered the blood-stained sword body, and then shook off the blood, standing in the sea cliff and plum forest, facing many East China Sea sword cultivators, his face was as usual, and he didn't say anything.

It's just that everyone still heard that sentence.

"In terms of the fast sword on the cliff, the human sword sect is much deeper than you, if I am a sword cultivator in the East China Sea, I will definitely not fall in front of the human sword cultivator."

Zhang Xiaoyu stood there with a calm expression, looking at the extremely handsome sword cultivator who came with a sword.

Of course, that sentence was said by Shanzhaoshui.

But he came anyway.

The reason is simple.

He is also the sword cultivator of the Human Sword Sect.

So the moment the words fell, a sword flew through the skylight and Merlin with great speed.

The green mountains shine on the water, and their colors are sparkling.

Zhang Xiaoyu stood there silently, perhaps wanting to call his senior brother, but in the end he didn't say anything.

The mountain and river sword in his hand was clenched, and he stepped forward, but it was the sword that went straight to the mountains and rivers.

Both of them are six-stacked sword cultivators of the Human Sword Sect.

It's just that in terms of swordsmanship, the mountains and rivers may be even better, but the world has been taking the way of sword intent for a thousand years.

The moment the two swords were wrong, there were more lines like sword marks between the eyebrows of the mountain and water, and then the momentum of the whole person was a little depressed.

Between Merlin, the two swords intersected, the sword light was brilliant, the sword intent flowed, and countless fallen plums were shocked by such movements, and burst out in all directions.

Looking at the junior brother holding the mountain and river sword, the expression of the mountain and water was extremely complicated, maybe it was anger, maybe regret, maybe regret.

"Senior Brother ......."

He whispered those two words.

And he said nothing more.

It's just that his expression is solemn, and the sword technique in his hand changes extremely quickly.

Zhang Xiaoyu frowned.

He may not be able to see it, but he can tell what kind of sword it is from the wind.

The clouds are broken.

The sunset is still sitting, the mountains are a little green, and the clouds are broken.

Sure enough, in the next moment, countless sword intents converged and landed on the sword called Shanzhaoshui.

Its momentum became fierce in an instant, as if it was about to slash through the mountains and seas with a sword.

Zhang Xiaoyu naturally wouldn't take such a sword hard, just like the previous East China Sea sword cultivator, the shadow of the mountains and rivers suddenly appeared under his feet, his body tilted, and he fell backwards.

Even if the mountain river channel text on the Dao robe has been taken away by Le Chaotian, it is just such a white-clothed sword cultivator, it is naturally impossible for him to be unable to perform the Dao technique.

It's just that in the next moment, the shadows of the mountains and rivers that had just begun to emerge were shattered extremely quickly.

A young man in a black robe crashed in with great calm.

Yes, it crashed into it like a green hill.

The mountain river technique that Zhang Xiaoyu had just accumulated was very simply broken.

Chen Qingshan also fell to the top of the sea cliff.

This scene is not unfamiliar.

At the beginning, under that high cliff, Chen Qingshan, who was seriously injured by Zhang Xiaoyu's sword intent and was seriously injured with a sword, crushed Zhang Xiaoyu's mountains and rivers unreasonably.

This is still the case today.

Chen Qingshan stepped on the mountains and rivers, stood on the sea cliff, erected in front of him, and the mountains and rivers under him quickly surged towards Zhang Xiaoyu.

Maybe it's like the name Chen Qingshan.

Mountains and rivers, mountains and rivers, there are mountains in his name, how can Zhang Xiaoyu's mountains and rivers stop him?

So there was a green mountain suddenly towering out from under the feet of the white-clothed sword cultivator.

So the mountains are a little green.

The sword that shines on the mountain and the water cuts down the green hill and goes.

Whether it is Shan Zhaoshui or Chen Qingshan, in the entire cultivation world, they are extremely difficult cultivators to deal with.

At this moment, the two of them came together, and at the same time, they also carried the sword light of the East China Sea and some wind and rain sword intent that was gaining momentum.

It's just that.

The white-clothed sword cultivator was still calm.

Standing on the green mountain of Chen Qingshan, he hung down the mountain and river sword, raised his hand in front of him, and pinched an ancient Taoist trick.

Yes.

"Pro."

The fighters are all arrayed forward.

Hangu view of the mastery, nine-character mantra.

So let the sword wind come from all directions, and he stood still.

Even the blood-stained white clothes slowly drooped down.

It's just that the mountain and river sword turned into a streamer and shot between heaven and earth.