Pei Ye didn't even catch this knife, in fact, even if he saw it, the young man couldn't react at all.

The glass swept over, and slammed into the knife, and the black-robed figure was slanted at once. Above the sword body, those cloud-white true qi were even stronger.

The next moment, the second sword intent started from the Qiushui sword body.

As soon as the first sword ended, he activated the second form as if no one was around. The woman once said that within two hundred miles, as long as Liuli is by your side, the second-order grandmaster of the Xuanmen Sect will not be able to hurt you. Pei Li absolutely believes this.

He didn't want to bet on whether the strength of the person in front of him was below the second order of the Xuanmen, but he was the only one who could suppress this person for one more moment at this moment.

Once the person recovers, it will be a slaughter for everyone.

The woman seemed to be on the edge of the sky outside the city, and after Liuli repelled the long knife with a sword, a sharp twist stabbed the throat of the black robe again very quickly.

This brought the boy a surprise that he had already seen the impact that a sword of intent could have on the person in front of him, although only for a moment. But he believed it was a gap that Ruri could try to grasp!

Falling on a snowy night -

But the black robe realized the perilous situation faster than he could.

While feeling the force of the knife, he opened his left hand, which had been holding the sword in front of him.

A hazy amber light up. Soul Reaver Orb.

Pei Ye stiffened suddenly, half of his sword was used, and his body had fallen in a messy manner.

The black robe immediately gritted his teeth and crossed the knife, and tried his best to block the shocked glaze, and the aura of Xuan Qi hit the face of the knife straight into his chest, the bones were broken and the blood collapsed, and the Xuan Qi around his body collapsed and messy, like the glass was broken.

But it's only in this one.

No matter how you look at it, they have reached their limit, but now there is only one glass that can fight with them.

Not enough to fill the offensive.

As long as the body of "Yu Que" is not beaten into a remnant like Xiang Minghao in one breath, as long as there is a chance to return qi, the great circulation of heaven and earth flows, and the Xuan Qi will re-support his body.

They've done everything they can to hold this breath, and now, who else can make up for it?

Pei Ye had already come back to his senses in the air, but the black figure was already in a place that was difficult to touch in the fright.

In the manor, the white Xuan Array had been operating in the fog for a long time, and at this time, the light of the heavens finally hung up.

The black robe flicked the long knife, and the moment his body fell to that side, in the void, a shocking wave suddenly opened.

Pei Ye didn't know how to describe the scene that appeared in front of him, and all the incredible things he had seen for a while were strung together by a sword in his heart.

The empty, clear, drizzling night sky seemed to be suddenly lifted as a curtain.

Completely and truly out of nothing, the clear void first carves out the shape, and then all the essence clings to and fills it.

In the still sky of a rainy night, a very impactful and brilliant picture grows.

Bright sword, rage, hair, flying.

Behind the young swordsman seems to be another world that has exploded, without a prelude and savings, he appeared, and with the most pinnacle of the mountain and tsunami, the invisible aura exploded thirty zhang!

The third part of "Avalanche", [Obscure].

Meng Li's face was as pale as iron and stone, his eyes burned as red, he didn't know how long he had waited in the void, how long he had suppressed it, until this moment, he poured everything out to the person in front of him!

The long sword pierced into the heart.

Time seems to stand still.

Because the picture was still in the air.

The moment the tip of the sword pierced into the black robe's body, the young man was completely frozen in the air.

The actor slowly held the blade in front of him, and after the scene, a pair of cold eyes finally showed a hint of relaxation for the first time.

"I know, you can't help it." He chuckled under his breath, his voice hoarse.

Put your life on the fishhook and let it be manipulated, and be forced to the real death by a group of people who are cultivating their bodies and veins, but it is just for the people in front of you.

That's his third purpose.

Pei Liquid and the holeless heart fell to the bottom at the same time.

It turned out that he had never entered a real desperate situation, but had always saved the last of his strength where he wanted to use it.

Now, the sky was pitch black, and there was no snow and white clouds at all, and before Ming Qitian arrived, he could at least easily kill everyone except Pei Li.

The cold scene swept lightly, and the heavy suffocation grabbed Pei Li's mouth and nose, and he immediately clenched the hilt of the sword and looked around.

But the next moment, leaving only a silent laugh, he staggered slightly into the fluorescent room.

Pei Ye was stunned for a moment.

The next moment, his heart suddenly loosened - in order to catch this swordsman, he really paid a very heavy injury.

The boy's previous words and the extremely aggressive Heart-Slashing Ruri still put pressure on him after all, and the demon who had already accomplished his purpose decided to leave.

Of course it's good, Pei Ye gasped suddenly. The battle with this person was an abrupt and unwarranted disaster, and he still didn't know how the battle was fought and who the people present were.

Especially he has always been concerned about the safety of the girl - she is already overwhelmed, not like she drank dragon blood to heal, in this unknown environment, dangerous battle situation, he tied to her like the girl's mood when she watched the old man desperately go up.

Now seeing that this person decided to leave-even though he had achieved his goal, Pei Li still breathed a sigh of relief in his heart.

But, of course, restraint does not mean reconciliation, they no longer have to stake their lives to get close to this person pei ye and pointed, and liuli slammed away again.

Only this sword is indeed unable to hurt his person, but even if it is used as an escort before leaving, it is better than nothing coming to an end, Pei Ye subconsciously turned his head to find the figure that he had been thinking about.

The whole person froze suddenly, and the boy suddenly rushed forward like crazy, and a hoarse voice roared out of his throat.

—Li Yiqing!!"

Li Yiqing crossed over a broken wall with some trembling, and the falling blood shadow came into view, and all the sounds in his ears seemed to have disappeared.

The white bones were dazzling between the dust and bricks, and she was breathless.

Black and red dark blood spread out from under the body, and some small dirt floated, like a small and beautiful pool.

The body is deformed, the skin between the abdomen is torn, and the shape of some organs is exposed.

An old, yellowed book was squeezed out of the old man's arms, stained with blood and scattered, but the sword was still clenched in his hand.

The old man stood motionless with his head turned to the other side, leaving her with only a white-haired, blood-stained back of his head.

The dearest relatives crashed into their eyes with such a tragic situation, and it was difficult for the girl to sort out what was going on in her head.

A vague hoarse voice echoed in her head, and Li Yiqing felt a kind of desperate pain, and it took her two breaths to react. It was the heart poison that burned fiercely again.

The old man was indeed seriously injured to the limit, and he didn't react to the girl's footsteps a few feet away, Li Yiqing looked at this scene coldly.

Yes, as a grandmaster old man is still alive, and indeed can live, but his life. There was not much left. Li Yiqing didn't know how much such an injury would burn this dying candle, she only saw that the last of her loved ones was quickly moving away from her.

Of all the indescribable emotional shocks, the most vivid is the anger that cannot arise.

Why?!!

The girl almost broke down in tears, as if she felt betrayal.

Obviously said that it was good to hide behind, obviously said that it was good to accompany her in the past two years, and obviously said that it was good to teach her how to be a good head in Xiangzhou These days are full of dangers, but the girl has really been very happy.

Fighting against his beloved boy, he gradually understands everything about him, and is slowly accepted by everything around him. And all this innocence and presumptuousness these days actually comes from this figure who always embraces her infinitely.

She knew that the old man was waiting for her in Bowang, and she was looking forward to the performance after returning from victory, and she was looking forward to the development that this time could bring to Cuiyu.

She never imagined that she would be faced with such a scene so suddenly.

She stiffened and walked forward slowly until she could see more details of the body, and her heart was struck again by a cold hammer.

A completely broken arm.

It has left the shoulder, white bones, flesh and blood.

The tears could not be held back any longer, she opened her mouth suddenly, and strode towards the old man blank in her mind, at this moment all emotions such as fear became the fuel of anger, and in the midst of the collapse, she just wanted to rush over and ask him why he was like this!

To her, he was the last dearest; Yu Cuiyu, he is the only grandmaster!

Then, in disbelief, she saw that the old man had moved again.

He hadn't been unconscious, or had just recovered from the blow.

It wasn't that he felt her, this mist seemed to weaken the perception of the Xuanmen cultivator, and the old man struggled to support his body with one arm, and moved towards Anzang's corpse with difficulty.

Li Yiqing couldn't see his expression from behind, just that angle. is still staring at the black robe in the sky.

He's distinct. I don't even have the power to shoot a sword!

Any more trauma to this body will surely lead to complete death!

Li Yiqing almost couldn't believe her eyes, at this moment fear overpowered anger, the hoarse voice filled the entire brain, the heart was like suffocation, and the girl rushed forward almost desperately.

In the midst of this confusion and panic, she suddenly saw something on the other side of the old man.

As the old man got up, the outline in the fog was revealed, and the old man had just kept his head turned to that side and remained motionless, as if he was looking at him. It.

Shang Huaitong.

Li Yiqing looked at him in a daze, and his once high-spirited and empty-eyed face was now only stupid.

He was knocked out of his wheelchair by the collapsed house, and the lower half of his body was smashed into the rubble, and blood was already spilling out. His face was covered with dirty blood, but he still just looked around in a daze.

Li Yiqing was stunned in front of this scene, as if his heart had been bitten away by something.

She suddenly lowered her head slightly, and saw the old book at her feet, which the old man had been holding in his arms.

"Jade Essence".

The cover was turned over, and the childish handwriting filled the blood-stained title page, full of sword principles carefully recorded one stroke at a time. In the lower right corner, which is slightly curled, are three equally childish words.

Bai Yuliang.

Li Yiqing suddenly knew what he had been missing.

For everyone, the same "hatred" is directed differently, and people cannot hate what they cannot see, nor can they hate what they do not care about.

As far as the girl was concerned, she stared at the Seven Jiaodong with a hideous and paranoid gaze, and from Mr. Lu's mouth, she put the soul-snatcher under her blood-red eyes.

For countless nights, she thought about them wiping away the blades of the lost blades.

So after that night by the lake, the girl's heart buried under the deep poisonous pool was penetrated by the light, and it suddenly became enlightened.

But she forgot that after knowing this day, the old man's hatred burned deeply.

He personally pulled the man from the age of wearing open crotch pants little by little.

Innocent, cute, naughty, reckless, spirited, tenacious, diligent, responsible, bright, and dashing. Miserable.

The old man is among the Xuanmen, he is indeed the bottom of this realm, he has no rare talent, he will not be subtle, and the realm has only been grinding at the first level for many years.

But in this way, can he take a seven-life who is pressed to death with one finger and lightly regard it as the ultimate murderer of the man?

But in this way, can the high-flying Happy Death Building use his beloved disciples as materials unscrupulously?!

How many times of self-blame and pain, the poisonous flame burning in the heart of the old man, has always been towards this shadow.

Suddenly, everything was quiet, Li Yiqing looked at the figure of the old man not far away in a daze, and all those chaotic and fiery emotions were quietly dissipated.

The old man was still a little sluggish to the movement behind him, he took off a small talisman from Anzang's waist with his only remaining hand, took a deep breath, and slowly turned his head to look at the sky, revealing most of his face.

Li Yiqing had never seen the old man's unfamiliar expression.

The old man seemed to have no temper forever, always smiled kindly, and even in his old age, he always liked to make all kinds of easy-going jokes, like a gentle dove.

But now his face was like iron, and he stared at the sky with an indifferent expression, and when he lifted the blood-stained sword, he looked like an angry phoenix.

"Sparrow in the Mist". Li Weiru was completely unable to control the Xuan Qi, but the cloud locked Zhu Lou and was still there. The old man slowly clenched the hilt of his sword with his backhand, like a tiger about to pounce again.

Li Yiqing walked over slowly.

It took Li Weiru a while to react, and the movement behind her no longer came from Shang Huaitong.

He turned his head with his sword and froze.

I didn't expect to see the girl at this moment.

As if he had suddenly come back to his senses from a certain state, a trace of panic suddenly jumped out of this old and cold expression, and then the ice on his face quickly melted, and a panicked helplessness was revealed. Li Yiqing had hardly seen the old man look so out of shape, and now he subconsciously shrank his hands and feet, as if he wanted to hide this injured body.

Seeing the girl's tear-stained face, the old man's breathing almost stopped, and he said hoarsely: "No, it's okay for me. I'm confused. I'm not going, I'm not going."

Li Yiqing couldn't say a word, and it was only then that she saw so clearly what kind of favor she had been undergoing.

Li Weiru is really not ready to make a move.

He could see the girl's ease these days, and he was also very pleased that she had stepped out of the shadows and found the direction of sustenance and effort.

The old man decided to compromise with the hatred in his heart, and he kept telling himself that helping the girl get this journey well was actually more important than what he couldn't let go.

This time, he just couldn't ignore it completely, he heard that Xianrentai was going to ambush Huan Death Building, he just wanted or could really help out as much as he could.

If it is done, it will also have a little explanation with yourself.

But when the battle broke out and the fog erupted, he came in with his sword to see if there was a chance to help. Shang Huaitong's appearance hit him in an instant.

Outside the fog array, that low chuckle ignited his entire heart in an instant.

The old man knew he was losing control, but when he studied Huang Jade these days, every page was a man's commentary from childhood to adulthood.

Hatred overwhelmed him in an instant.

Now, the pale-faced girl in front of her suddenly cut off the flames. The old man remembered the girl's future for a moment, and his heart was cold, and he only snorted in a daze: ".ethereal green"

Li Yiqing actually didn't hear anything clearly.

The silence still surrounded her, and in this silence she suddenly heard the hoarse voice in her head.

The vicious pole, the bond that kept echoing in her mind when she and the boy held hands and leaned against each other, she had always regarded as a vicious obstruction and confusion.

Now it was clear, it turned out that it had always been the voice of the old man in front of him.

That's not a block, it's all gentle support.

"If you like it, you'll be together, so what's there."

"You have a chance to go to Shenjing, but it makes me much happier than nesting around an old man like me."

"Go, I'm here."

“.”

Each of these words was said to her by the old man with a kind smile, and the girl did not realize it, but deep down, Minhui's heart had already glimpsed those sharpness.

So that's what the fifth poison looks like.

Li Yiqing looked at the old man in front of him in a daze, and suddenly showed a peaceful smile.

She gently pulled out the Lost Jade Sword and reached out to take the old man who was ready to attack.

He turned his head expressionlessly.

Not far away is the courtyard where Shang Huaitong is located, and above that, the array of [Treasure Raft on the Other Side] drawn for days is hanging up with the fluorescent light that catches the sky.

In Li Wei's trembling like an electric shock, Li Yiqing swept up with his sword against the two figures standing on the branches.

Of course, even if there are 10,000 more rumors, the girl thought in a daze.

She would still choose Cuiyu.

The heart candle burst out.

Above the sky, the black-robed sword slashed through the arc of the moon, completely removing the glass that came straight through, and at this moment, he suddenly turned his head in shock. In tonight's battle, it may have been the first time he had really been surprised.

Under the night rain, the girl's clear eyes were like two deep pools.

The world fell silent for a moment.

Li Yiqing lit a heart candle, and the black flame suddenly reversed. At the same time, [Quail Head] opened, and the girl's heart entered.

But it only existed for a moment.

The frozen lake, the high snow-capped mountains, the frost forest hangs brightly, and the snow eaves fall into the ice.

A young man with a handsome face stood in this realm, raised his arms expressionlessly, and nailed the long sword in his hand to the ground.

Li Yiqing only glanced at this face, and the entire realm shattered.

And beside her, the old man's body had swept like a phoenix in the sky, mist wrapped around his sword, and the blood spilled was a wilt of fire.

From the corner that had been dead and silent, when the battle had already settled, like every time before, this old figure once again swept with a sword!

Who agrees. You're just gone?

If the sword of the jade vein that writes the life of the cicada is "vertical", then the sword of the jade vein that records the seven most brilliant moments of Huang Jade's life is "horizontal".

At the intersection of horizontal and vertical, it is [Jade Lao] and [Pulling Sun Zhao Yu].

From the most decayed gave birth to the most blazing brilliance, after getting the cicada sword, the [Pulling the Sun Shine Feather] in the old man's hand has been reborn in death, and it is really as blazing as the sun!

A sword pierced the throat of the black robe.

The black robe woke up from the poison in his heart at the last moment, the long knife was still swallowing the glass, and he only had time to tilt his body hard, and the Xuan Qi frantically moved forward to block the knot, but the long sword shattered and pierced everything, cutting into his shoulder.

The old man roared hard, and in the rain of blood, he slashed off the left arm with a sword.

The black robe twisted his neck fiercely, and for the first time in his eyes, he was furious, and the long knife in his other hand pulled out a snow-like knife aura.

Li Weiru swept backwards, her expression calm.

He knew that he couldn't dodge this counterattack, and this was already a move that burned his life.

This body really can't withstand any more injuries, and now, he is the only one in front of him.

When he decided to fight with his sword, he had actually seen the result of exchanging his life for injury.

He just did feel it a pity now, this was really a great opportunity, too many people, too many accidents to create such a shot. But he still couldn't get his sword down the throat of the monk beneath the sky.

His talent is indeed only these, even if he has been studying the sword style of "Feng Yao" day and night, thinking about the sword theory of "Yellow Jade", even if he is already in such a desperate situation, his body has fallen into death and really burst out with the most brilliant shot.

In such a fitting situation, he still couldn't comprehend the [Flying Feather Immortal]. It's just the same as that throat.

But as far as his own life is concerned, the old man feels that it is enough. The girl sent him to complete the sword, which really touched him, and his old heart seemed to be washed by a clear spring.

It's a pity that in the following days, Li Weiru looked at the knife aura that came to her face, and her attachment to the girl has never been so strong.

Then he felt his body being pulled hard.

The girl's green clothes covered him like a bright shadow.

She didn't have the ability to step into the air, so she would never have been able to participate in this confrontation, but at the first moment when the heart candle ended, she abandoned her sword and stepped on the sword in the air, and rushed to the trajectory of the old man's fall one step ahead.

Li Weiru's heart clenched suddenly, he held the girl in horror with his backhand, and his voice was sharp and hoarse: "Ethereal green!" ”

Five-life cultivators, how can they save people from the sword of the Confession?!

Li Yiqing was silent, holding the old man's arm and gritting his teeth and twisting his body hard, since the old man lacked a twist under the pursuit of this sword qi, then she came to fill it in.

There are no words to describe how thrilling this scene is, in a battle situation that is not sure to move at all, with intuition and luck to fill in with the body to help. No matter how you look at it, it's a death for both sides.

But maybe the girl's gaze and intuition are so accurate, maybe she really got the favor of fate, the knife qi passed by the bloody flower, Li Yiqing hugged the old man, and fell on the sycamore in embarrassment.

Li Weiru lowered her head and stiffened, trembling slightly and unable to say a word.

Where his gaze fell, the left forearm that the girl used to hold him had disappeared with his sleeve, leaving only a piece of blood.

Ethereal. The old man's voice was hoarse and changed tone.

The girl didn't seem to feel it at all, she shook her sleeves and smiled softly: "Master, you are the only grandmaster of our Cuiyu." ”

(End of chapter)