There is a lot of snow this year, and it has rained for three days recently, and it is said that the Lancang River under the mountain is half narrow, and there are ice and snow floes on both sides of the river, and the whole mountain has long lost its outline, and living on the top of the mountain has a feeling of isolation.

Especially in the middle of the night, because of the reflection of the snow, the sky was as bright as the evening, but the weather was freezing and people were lazy, and even the hardest disciples could only hide under the covers and comfort themselves to wait for some time to practice diligently.

Zong Yang was still reading at night, and the paper of a booklet in his hand was a little yellow, which was a manuscript of Lu Guannan a few years ago, called "Sword Vein Ginseng Deed".

The old guy in the ancient well told him that this internal practice method and the Three Righteous Swords are indispensable. And this exercise has been passed down by word of mouth in the past dynasties, and it has been searched all over Qingqiu, but only Lu Guannan has copied it by hand, and it is still Lu Guannan's memory is too bad.

In the eyes of ordinary people, every move and style of swordsmanship can be painted in the same way, but at the level of the Jue Ling Realm, it is very different.

Because there are countless meridians in the human body, they are used to transmit the aura of heaven and earth, just like the blood veins transport blood. When a cultivator enters the Enlightenment Spiritual Realm, his body can sense the aura of heaven and earth around him, and he can absorb the aura of heaven and earth and turn it into his own use. A set of internal exercises, in short, is to form a complex meridian line in the body, different lines, the effect is absolutely different, this is the same sword, some people can only hurt people's flesh and skin, or form a weak sword qi, while some people can cut the river with a sword.

This "Sword Vein Ginseng Deed" is also written by the ancestor Chaoyangzi, the content is mysterious, Zongyang has long been intoxicated with it, and he is a little distracted.

Bang –

Zong Yang obviously heard movement outside the house, lifted the sword on the table, rushed to the door in a few big steps, and pulled the door open.

The snow wind whined outside, a large snowflake poured in with the cold wind in an instant, and the candle flame on the table was blown out strongly, Zong Yang looked at it and found that in the thick snow in the center of the courtyard, there was a person lying on his stomach, and the mushroom head was very familiar.

Regardless of the situation, Zong Yang jumped into the center of the hospital as soon as possible and picked up Lu Guannan to check.

"Don't worry, he's just been numb, so worry about yourself first." An unfamiliar voice sounded behind Zong Yang.

Hearing this, Zong Yang picked up Lu Guannan with one arm like a chicken and threw it into his room accurately, but Lu Guannan was thrown to the ground heavily, and he didn't seem to wake up at all, still lying on the ground and snoring.

Zong Yang raised his head at this time and looked at the roof in the snow.

On the roof, a figure was squatting, tilting his head and staring at Zong Yang evilly, looking creepy. Because except for the short silver hair, the face was as pale as a corpse, the pupils were blue, the nose was two sunken holes, the two tiger teeth were exposed like fangs, and the bright red tongue was drooping outward, as long as a snake's letter, I don't know if it was a human or a ghost.

At the same time, Zong Yang noticed that the figure was holding a wooden box in his right hand, which was sent by the head of the sect that day, and it contained all the sword books of sword cultivation.

"Hey, it's really not easy to let this Daoist go to Qingqiu on a cold day, but fortunately, I know that Qingqiu Sword Cultivation has accepted a disciple, which will just drink your blood to warm your stomach. Tsk, such a good skin, the blood must be replenished. The strange man twisted his long tongue and licked his lips.

Since he claims to be a Taoist, he must be a person, but he looks too scary.

Zong Yang's concentration is already extraordinary, after all, he has seen a huge fin Jiao, a big lobster on the cliff of Qingqiu, he has also killed people, and experienced several lives and deaths, but in the face of the strange person in front of him, there is still a trace of fear in his heart.

Fear comes more from not knowing, not knowing the depth of the other party.

Hey hey –

With a sinister laugh, the sword behind the strange man began to tremble, as if he couldn't bear to drink blood out of the sheath, and sure enough, a red light appeared, and a black sword with blood-red lines fell from the sky.

Edgeworth!

Spiritual realm powerhouse!

Zong Yang held his breath, in the flying snow, only heard the sound of the sword, it was difficult to track it, in the moment of life and death, he decisively took out the sword, "Ding-", a sword hit the flying sword, and then retreated sharply, hoping to get out of the other party's control of the heaven and earth aura.

"Huh?" The strange man's hideous expression froze, and a pair of blue eyes narrowed. He couldn't perceive the aura in Zong Yang's body at all, indicating that Zong Yang had not yet stepped into the Awakening Spirit Realm, but how could an ordinary martial artist in the Nirvana Realm capture the trajectory of the flying sword?! You must know that the powerhouse of the Spirit Realm can control the trajectory of the flying sword at will, and the speed of the flying sword is so fast that it is difficult to distinguish with the naked eye, but the sword just now is so accurate! Take a big step back, even if the flying sword is seen clearly, how can that mere Nirvana realm have such a fast sword speed and such a powerful power?!

The strange man was thinking, so his flying sword stopped in the air, and the tip of the sword pointed directly at Zong Yang. And Zong Yang finally took a deep breath, at this time, his nerves were highly tense, and in the face of a spiritual realm powerhouse, any small mistake would lead to death.

And in this state, a perception hidden in Zong Yang's body was brought into full play.

This kind of perception only gradually appeared after he removed the qi of death yin, and the first time it came into play was that night when he sensed that the old guy in the ancient well was discharging spiritual qi, and the sword just now also relied on this perception, although the flying sword could not be seen with his eyes, but he could clearly lock on it, and felt that it was extremely slow.

The cold wind was quiet, and the snow fell suddenly, silently, Zong Yang slowly exhaled the breath just now, but he could perceive every snowflake around him, and he could see the unique lines of each snowflake, like runes sprinkled on the mortal world.

This perception can continue to spread, the courtyard, the Tibetan Sword Palace, the back mountain ancient cypress, and further away, but everything is violently interrupted, because the strange man is the sword again.

The flying sword came more ferociously, the sword moves were even more dazzling, Zong Yang inspired the unparalleled speed and strength of the freak in his body, and constantly knocked the blood-streaked black sword flying, at the same time, the strobeling figure brought out a fluffy snow mist on the snow, retreating again and again, and constantly spilling hot blood.

Every time the strange man's flying sword was hit, his face was a little embarrassed, he chased after him, and several strands of blood flowing from the corners of his mouth were licked back by the long tongue, and finally recalled the flying sword, knowing that the sword alone would not be able to kill the kid in front of him.

Zong Yang held the sword in his backhand and stood upright on a boulder covered with snow, his cotton robe was torn and soaked in blood, revealing several cuts, some light and some heavy. The blood at the edge of the wound was coagulated by the cold, while the wound was healing at a rate visible to the naked eye.

"Your blood must be very replenished!" The strange man shouted and slaughtered again, he was a little crazy, and several sword qi roared first.

This is the first time Zong Yang has faced sword qi, he has the urge to use Jian Er, but he instantly dispelled this idea, because Jian Er is too heavy, dragging down his body and not easy to dodge is one of them, being known to have this divine weapon, and it is the second to invite trouble, because he is not confident that he can kill the strange person in front of him and seal his mouth.

However, the sword qi is not as difficult to deal with as the flying sword, Zong Yang made a big leap and easily avoided it, but when he landed, he caught a glimpse of the strange man's grim smile out of the corner of his eye.

Pitfall?!

Sure enough, the strange man took the opportunity to bully Zong Yang's five zhang, the pale left index finger went deep into his mouth, the fangs bit violently, and a bloody arrow flew into his throat, his eyes were blue, and he shouted angrily: "Ghost pressure!" ”

Zong Yang's muscles burst out, and he was about to evacuate, but he found that the air around him was as if it was instantly frozen by the cold heaven and earth, and his body could not move a single bit!

The strange man controlled the aura of this heaven and earth, imprisoning Zong Yang's actions like an imperial sword.

Right now, Zong Yang can't move, but the strange man's speed is not affected, he holds the sword in front of his chest with one arm, looking at the expression should be accumulating force, the green tendons on his forehead are almost bursting, after a breath, he let out a scream again, and the blood-patterned black sword in his hand stabbed straight forward, but for no reason, he conjured up a rough sword body condensed by three sword qi, tearing the air in front of him, and he reached Zong Yang's body in front of him for a moment.

Zong Yang saw the three sword qi terrifyingly attacking, and his body erupted with unprecedented power when one foot stepped into the Ghost Gate Pass, and his right foot fell into the slush again, and his body moved an inch.

Wow -

The strange man spilled a mouthful of blood violently, his facial expression was distorted as if he had been pickled, it seemed that he wanted to imprison Zong Yang on the one hand, and on the other hand, he wanted to urge these three sword qi to break through the condensed heaven and earth aura, it was already very difficult, and now as soon as Zong Yang struggled, he was subjected to an extremely serious backlash.

"Ah!!h Zong Yang's whole body muscles were strong and violent, his strong heart was beating violently, and he was pumping the boiling blood of the fierce battle, which was simply a force to pull out the mountains and rivers, although the countless muscles and ligaments around his body had collapsed, but he broke free from the confinement of the strange man with his devastating assets.

Poof-

The strange man spurted out the first mouthful of blood since the chase, his eyes were dark, and he lost control of the aura of heaven and earth, but the corners of his mouth were smug.

Three sword-shaped sword qis, Zong Yang dodged two of them in the lightning and flint, but the third still penetrated his right chest.

"Haha!" The strange man no longer licked back the blood from the corner of his mouth, for he was sure that he would be able to drink the best blood he had ever drunk, even though he was at the end of his crossbow.

Zong Yang fell to the sky, and the sword-shaped sword qi stuck in his tough muscles disappeared out of thin air, and he was breathing hard and painfully at this time, and every breath would bring out a large mouthful of blood, staining a patch of snow red.

The strange man dragged his sword and approached Zong Yang step by step with a grin, but every step was as heavy as lead, and he was lying on his back, as if he was a hundred years old. This will only require Qingqiu to have a random named disciple, and he can cut his head with a sword.

"A character like you, staying in the righteous path will definitely be a scourge, compared to stealing those sword books, this Daoist has made a greater contribution, let Bendao people suck the blood first, and then take you back, hehe." The strange man gasped and struggled to finish speaking, and then opened his mouth, revealing two rows of canine teeth, and his long tongue writhed like a viper.

Just when the strange man made a move, Zong Yang sat up violently like an immortal god general, and under the dumbfounded gaze of the former, he stood up in a dashing manner, and said provocatively towards the former: "I can't die." ”

The strange man was petrified, his facial expression changed between horror and doubt, and suddenly he came back to his senses, and fled as fast as if he had been beaten with chicken blood, and the scolding continued in the snow for a long time: "What a fucking strange thing! ”

Seeing that the enemy had indeed left, Zong Yang's body and mind were still trapped in the short battle of life and death just now, and at this time, his qi was exhausted and he fell down again.