When Zhang Xiaoyu went down the cliff, the cliff was really just like what he had heard, and he didn't know when, it was already full of peach blossoms.

Clusters trembled between the cliffs, as if this was not the October wind and snow on earth.

It's like heavy snow in February and spring.

This white-clothed sword cultivator didn't say anything, just silently, carrying the empty scabbard on his back, and headed towards the bottom of the cliff.

Of course, he never thought of killing the boy.

At the beginning, Nanyi City had a sword in the wind and snow, which was crooked.

Even until he left the sea cliff full of plum blossoms, the sword did not fall into the years.

He was just sent to the extreme depths of the East China Sea.

Without a sword, it certainly doesn't have to be a causal sword.

It's like when he was under the cliff, he ruthlessly talked to the boy about going up the cliff.

No one knows what Zhang Xiaoyu was thinking at that time.

Perhaps, this doesn't matter anymore.

Zhang Xiaoyu stopped on the cliff road, looked back, and saw peach blossoms falling from a high place and landing on his white clothes, as if to cover the blood that could not be washed clean.

But Zhang Xiaoyu actually couldn't see anything.

Too many things in the world are just a gesture.

Zhang Xiaoyu went down the cliff and didn't know where to go.

But when the snow stopped, he ran out tremblingly, and Wang Xiaoer, who was looking at the entrance of the town, clearly saw that he seemed to be heading south.

Wang Xiaoer didn't stop him, just silently looked at the wounds on his body that were cut by the wind and snow.

He knew that this person could not be kept.

Whoever comes can't keep it.

When the shopkeeper of this noodle shop sighed like this at the entrance of the town, he seemed to have a very strange feeling.

It's as if something has been lost in the world.

What has been lost in the world?

He stood there thinking about it for a long time, still not understanding where this feeling came from.

The story on that cliff seems to have stopped?

Thinking so, he staggered toward it, having seen someone fall from it, as if he had fallen to his death.

I also saw a piece of snow falling.

Maybe also fell to his death.

So when he walked to the bottom of the cliff, it was really real, and he saw some broken bodies, which had turned into meat sauce, and there were some blood-stained white hairs in them.

He seemed to remember who this man was.

I heard that it was the Flowing Cloud Sword Sect..... Chen Yunxi, who has drunk the wine made by his ancestors?

Wang Xiaoer stood there silently.

Of course, he remembered more clearly that he once scolded the sword cultivator in front of this white-haired sword cultivator for not practicing and being cheap.

That's when His Majesty and Cong Blade fought.

He watched right here.

At that time, he didn't hit himself, but just smiled slightly and said that you were right. You're quite right.

Wang Xiaoer looked at this person with a sigh.

"I'll admit that I sometimes owe something, but if you think about it, you haven't done anything wrong in your life, but you have been beaten for an unknown number of times, will you be annoyed?"

The shopkeeper bent down and picked up a branch to sweep away the flesh that had been scattered all over the ground.

"Don't say I'm unreasonable, na, I'm so kind to help you collect the body, if you have a conscience, don't become a ghost floating around here in the middle of the night. It's scary. ”

Wang Xiaoer gathered the pile of rotten flesh together, covered it with snow, and finally stuck the branch on the snow grave.

It's quiet under the cliff.

No one answered the shopkeeper's words.

Wang Xiaoer didn't care, wiped the blood on his body with snow, stood up with pain, and looked up at the cliff.

It was only that soon his eyes widened and he stood there incredulously.

Clouds and mist on the cliff...... I don't know what disappeared.

He has lived under the cliff for more than 20 years, and it is the first time that he has seen such a high cliff of more than 3,600 zhang so clearly.

The Grinding Sword Cliff, which was not covered by clouds and mist, was like a blue-black sword, reaching straight into the clouds.

Of course, there is still some snow left in between, and there are still some peach blossoms blooming vigorously.

"Fucking ancestors."

Wang Xiaoer exclaimed.

Hurriedly ran to the side.

He was worried.

I'm worried that something big is happening on the cliff, maybe this cliff is about to collapse.

But no.

He waited for a long time, but still didn't move.

After hesitating for a long time, the young man of the small town walked towards the high cliff again, until he reached the sword steps that went up the cliff, and stood there hesitating.

He tentatively stretched out a hand and crossed the range of the sword steps.

But nothing happened.

In those past days, the sword intent that blocked the people of the world did not know when it disappeared.

It's like it's just a normal cliff path.

Wang Xiaoer then plucked up his courage and took a step forward.

It's just that nothing happens.

Although there was some pain on his body, it was cut by the snow earlier.

Wang Xiaoer's eyes became brighter and brighter, and he looked up at the cliff steps.

"Could it be that in the next thousand years, I should sit on the cliff and be the first sword in the world?"

The more he thought about it, the more he thought it was.

Regardless of the pain, before anyone else noticed, he crawled towards the high cliff.

Unfortunately, the cliff is too high.

Three thousand six hundred zhang!

It's still a cliff like a sword.

Even if those sword intent is gone.

Wang Xiaoer still climbed a few hundred zhang, then stopped breathlessly, and had to lie on the cliff road, as if holding some treasure, he refused to let go.

"But no.... Hehe.... relationship, I am the first person to climb, even if the people behind them find out, it will not be as fast as me. ”

Wang Xiaoer panted there and comforted himself.

But soon, his face changed, he turned pale and angry.

He jumped up and looked at the man in white at the bottom of the cliff who didn't know where he came from, and scolded with a hideous face.

"Get down! Fuck you, get out of here, I'm coming first! ”

The man just walked as if he was confused, and while walking, he looked at the peach blossoms blooming on the cliff.

Wang Xiaoer trembled.

He had to consider that this was not his only chance in life.

He began to look, but on the cliff steps above, he saw a very tattered sword that he didn't know who had thrown there.

His eyes lit up again, and he didn't care about the feeling of fire in his heart after climbing the cliff, and ran towards it with a crawl, and then with a bang, he pulled out his sword, and brandished the sword with both hands, looking at the man in white condescendingly.

"Bastard, don't force me to kill."

His hands trembled, his body trembled, and he didn't know if it was excitement or fear.

Maybe both.

But the man who came from nowhere still ignored him, and walked towards the cliff with great calm.

Wang Xiaoer finally couldn't bear it anymore, and when the man walked to the cliff steps below, he shouted, and a sword fell.

It was only soon that the noodle shopkeeper's expression became panicked.

The sword, when it touched the man's hair, shattered inch by inch.

At that moment, boundless panic poured out of the snow and weighed on his heart.

He watched as the man walked past him.

I didn't look at him the whole time.

The cliff was full of clanging and the sound of sword blades rolling down.

Wang Xiaoer woke up and wanted to hold the corner of the man's clothes, but he was a step too late, and the man was already heading towards a high place.

"That's mine, son of a bitch, that's mine!"

Wang Xiaoer howled, fell down the cliff steps, and then on the stone steps covered with heavy snow, and kept rolling away.

"Brute!"

"What kind of ability is it to rob other people's things?"

"I'll fuck you grandma!"

Wang Xiaoer finally grabbed the cliff steps with his fingernails, and his body was covered with blood marks from the blades of the swords scattered in the snow.

He lay there covered in blood, watching in despair as the man and man went up the cliff.

But he still refuses to let go.

Just scolding repeatedly.

"Fuck you."

"Fuck you."