The sword shot into the heavens, and disappeared.

This scene obviously made the hearts of many sword cultivators present tighten.

Zhang Xiaoyu is the only one in the Human Sword Sect who has learned the Cong Blade Causal Sword.

Just like the opening sentence of all stories.

With such a sword cultivation, the world has never been afraid that he has a sword in his hand, but that he has no sword in his hand.

The Shanhe Sword disappeared into thin air on the sea cliff like this, undoubtedly putting great pressure on everyone.

Even Chen Qingshan, the two of them, frowned.

For a sword cultivator, being in battle without a sword is undoubtedly the most deadly.

But Zhang Xiaoyu is different, he is not only a young Sanjian, but also one of the three masters of Daomen.

At this time, even the mountains and rivers sword did not know where to go.

The Dao Yun of the sea rose from under the white clothes, and it also turned into an extremely strong barrier.

Under the blessing of the nine-character mantra, the sword of the horizontal cloud breaking from the mountains and rivers was like slashing down on the boundary between the two worlds, bursting out with extremely dazzling sword light, but it stopped in front of the green mountain.

Chen Qingshan's expression remained unchanged, the Dao trick in his hand changed, and the mountains, rivers and green mountains also began to settle extremely rapidly, the mountains were falling, the green mountains were broken, and even the corners of the clothes with such a white-clothed sword cultivator began to be torn apart under an unstoppable trend.

At the same time, many sword light swimming dragons from the East China Sea Sword Sect finally landed in the mountains and rivers, like thousands of tiny silver fish in the sea, with a strong sword sound, they couldn't stop slashing down on Zhang Xiaoyu's Dao rhyme barrier.

On the cliffs, there is wind and rain.

The sword from Chen Huaifeng was finally unsheathed, and with the wind and rain curtain that Bai Fengyu had given him, it fell towards this green mountain.

With Chen Huaifeng's sword, Zhang Xiaoyu's Dao rhyme finally began to disintegrate inch by inch under those rain threads, as if it had been cut.

The old Taoist who once set off the rebellion of the Qingtian Dao, even though he was seriously injured in his later years, but as his most well-known Dao technique, the wind and rain curtain was naturally not something that only Zhang Xiaoyu in the Six-Stack Realm could resist.

And Jiang Shanxue, who came behind everyone, stood silently in the distance, looking at the sword cultivator who was dressed in white and fell in the midst of thousands of attacks, and sighed softly, that Dao technique that had been gaining momentum for a long time finally reached the peak of vitality.

It's not that the blue sky has a moon when it comes.

Instead, the avenue is like a blue sky, and I can't go out alone.

In the wind and rain, there is a blue sky and a white sun, but it is a technique of imprisonment.

In the midst of those shattered green hills, the Dao rhyme with the meaning of decay surged, and everything shattered rose up, turning into thousands of Taoist texts, and then quickly evolved into a prison.

The fall of all kinds of sword light and many Dao techniques seemed to have finally trapped such a white-clothed sword cultivator between this heaven and earth.

Everyone did not hesitate, and there was no mercy for you to sing and let me appear.

When that conversation in the green hills of the sea cliff ended.

Chen Qingshan and the others were like thunder, following the sword cultivation of the East China Sea, with mountains and rivers, with sword intent, with wind and rain, and with the way of the blue sky, they gave this sword cultivation an extremely heavy blow.

What about Zhang Xiaoyu?

This white-clothed sword cultivator who fell into the midst of all kinds of attacks just stood calmly in the turbulent green mountains.

The blindfolded eyeband was tingling slightly in the wind, tingling with some blood.

Chen Qingshan frowned.

It's just that the next moment, he suddenly looked up at the sky.

There seemed to be a sword roaring between heaven and earth.

Shan Zhaoshui on the side seemed to understand something, raised his hand to recall his sword, and landed in front of him, hovering with sword intent.

"Not a causal sword."

This sword cultivator only had time to say something like that.

Chen Qingshan also suddenly came to his senses.

Chen Huaifeng, who was standing in the sea cliff and white plum forest, suddenly widened his eyes.

In fact, Zhang Xiaoyu's sword.

He'd seen it before.

Is that.

In red.

Many years ago, the most famous sword sect in the human world was, of course, not the causal sword, nor those sword styles from the Grinding Sword Cliff.

It doesn't matter if the clouds break through the moon, whether the clouds break or the clouds break, or if the red flies over the swing.

After all, it was the sword of the cliff.

It is very different from the Sword Sect of the Human World, which falls in the market of the Human World.

The Human Sword Sect was the most proud at the beginning.

Naturally, it is the sword in the red.

So where does the red come from?

The eyes of the three of them fell to the south of the world.

The ancient city, which once stayed up all night, has fallen into ruins after several wars.

But the withered are never the world's people.

And not those mahjong that were abandoned in the corner.

Sure enough, it was the next moment.

The sword cultivator who stood in the green mountains and was about to be destroyed by the wind and rain finally reached out and touched his arms.

And pointed like a sword, very calmly pulled out an emerald green mahjong tile.

And at this moment, the sword intent that had gradually declined in the original green mountains seemed to come alive again.

It was extremely noisy, like rain, rising towards the sky.

With such a vast sword intent out of his body, Zhang Xiaoyu's face gradually turned pale, but there was a slight smile on the corner of his lips.

Everyone only remembered the white clothes, the color of blood, the fact that this was a sword cultivator who left his eyes on the rumor, and remembered that he betrayed him several times.

Remember his causal sword too.

It's just that they probably forgot about it.

At the beginning, this sword cultivator was sitting on the bank of Peach Blossom Creek, and a red sword came.

With the first entry into the realm of the Great Dao, he fought and killed the son who had blown the wind of gods and ghosts.

So in the midst of thousands of reds, the sword traveled thousands of miles and fell to this sea cliff.

"I drew the cards.... Brother. ”

Zhang Xiaoyu grabbed the mahjong, wiped the blood on the corner of his lips with the back of his hand, and said very calmly.

In the thousands of reds, from the sky above, it fell like a sword light.

The first to be destroyed was those East China Sea Sword Formations, dozens of dragon swords, and in an instant, they were smashed away by those red swords, turned into broken pieces, and fell to the world.

Then the green mountain, the green mountain that smashed Zhang Xiaoyu's mountains and rivers, in an instant, fell into a lot of sword intent Ling Ran's red, and then shattered inch by inch, turning into the vitality of heaven and earth and diffusing away.

Immediately after, there was the Daoist prison, and the curtain of wind and rain.

This sword is Zhang Xiaoyu's sword of the Great Dao, and it is also his natal sword, such a might, but no one has ever imagined.

Almost as soon as the red fell on the world, it disintegrated all the attacks of those present.

Zhang Xiaoyu held the emerald green card in his hand, but he bent down and coughed up blood.

After all, this style of the sword in the red that resolved the crisis is not insignificant for the burden of his divine sea.

Wind and rain and green mountains, thousands of stegosaurus are all resolved.

It's just that Chen Qingshan and the others are still there, looking at Zhang Xiaoyu who has fallen back into the white plum of the sea cliff.

"For thousands of years, you have indeed learned the sword of the red best. Even if it's Master, it's not as good as you. ”

Shan Zhaoshui stood on the edge of the sea cliff, and those red slashed everything, but they were already powerless, and when they fell in front of him, they were easily cut away by the sword of Qingshan Zhaoshui.

"But can you do it again?"

Shan Zhaoshui raised his hand and held the sword in front of him, and asked very calmly.

Zhang Xiaoyu straightened up slightly, coughed twice, wiped the blood with the back of his hand, and said softly: "It really can't." ”

Chen Qingshan's mountains and rivers are gathering momentum again.

It's just that Chen Huaifeng on the side suddenly opened his eyes wide, staring at the emerald green card in Zhang Xiaoyu's hand - this card only let everyone see its back from beginning to end.

As if thinking of something extremely frightening, Chen Huaifeng took a step forward and asked angrily.

"What cards are you listening to?"

Zhang Xiaoyu laughed softly, stretched out his hand, and spread out the card in front of everyone.

Everyone's expressions froze at that moment.

That's not in red.

But.

A pie.

"I'm listening to stones."

The white plums that had been calm on the sea cliff suddenly became chaotic.

There is an invincible young Taoist in the world holding a sword from under a white plum tree, calmly walking.