The snow field was quiet in the early morning, I don't know if it was because of the shadows, or because the clouds were still not clear, the morning light was very light, and the snow falling from the morning light was also very sparse, falling on the ground without making any sound. This killing game that will be recorded in history, this killing game that will change the direction of mainland history, has happened for a long time at this time, the victory or defeat is still not distinguished, but the ending seems to be doomed, the figure of the demon general like a mountain around is silent and cold, the shadow is still hanging high in the sky, the black robe sits quietly on the snow hill more than ten miles away, and the figure surrounded in the middle is still upright, but not lonely enough.

Suddenly, a wind was born in the snow field, rolling up the sprinkling of snowflakes, the dead silence between the fields was just broken by the howling wind, and then it was completely torn away by a violent blasting sound, only to see that countless powerful breaths were born on the snow hill where the black robe was, and countless snow splashed towards the sky and around, and the few life lights floating in the air disappeared instantly, and the front of the black robe was torn out of a few threads, and what was even more terrifying was that the seemingly indestructible square plate ...... It just turned into a piece of scrap metal.

Countless pairs of eyes didn't have time to look at the snow mound where the black robe was, and then they cast themselves somewhere in the middle of the snow field.

In the snowfield, suddenly there was one more person.

Who on the continent today can break through the shadows and the defenses of the tens of thousands of demon armies and come here quietly?

It was a young man, holding an old umbrella in his right hand and a short sword in his left hand, his eyes tightly closed, his innocent eyebrows and eyes were full of perseverance that can only be seen between life and death, and of course, endless exhaustion could be seen on his face.

I don't know how long it took, but the boy opened his eyes.

This young man is naturally Chen Changsheng. He looked around blankly, only to see that his eyes were all snow-white, and he didn't know what was going on at all, and he only vaguely understood that he had left Zhou Yuan, but where was this place? Why is there a shadow in the sky here? How can the will in this shadow be more powerful and terrifying than the shadow of Dapeng on the grassland where the sun never sets? What are the more than ten mountain-like figures around the snowfield? How do they exude the same aura as Teng Xiaoming and Liu Wan'er's demon generals? Could it be that those mountain-like black figures are all demon generals? On the snow mound more than ten miles away, who was the man in the black robe? Why was the aura emanating from his body so gloomy? Why was he wearing a black robe?

Chen Changsheng looked at the faint outline of the Xiongcheng on the far outskirts of the snow field, thinking about the description on the Dao Collection, his body was extremely stiff, and he couldn't make a sound when he opened his mouth, thinking to himself, wouldn't it? Could that city be the legendary Snow Old City? This is the Demon Domain Snow Field? Those mountain-like black shadows are really all demon generals? The gloomy man in the black robe is the black robe? What about the shadow?

One moment ago, he was still fighting against the falling sky on the top of the mausoleum in Zhou Yuan, and the next moment he came to the Demon Snow Field thousands of miles away, saw the figure of the legendary Snow Old City, and saw the figure of the demon powerhouse who only existed in the imagination and the book in the past, if the mental power is slightly worse and the willpower is slightly weaker, maybe he will pass out directly in shock, and may even be scared to death directly, because this scene is too incredible.

Chen Changsheng's willpower was very strong, so he didn't faint, but this was not a good thing, he had to be sober to bear the mental impact of what he saw in front of him, he even felt that his spiritual world had signs of collapse, and his body was even stiffer and completely unable to move.

An ant suddenly came to the world of giants, and an ordinary person suddenly strayed into the kingdom of God in the sea of stars, and he felt this way at this time.

Countless snow splashed into the air fell, and then the thin snow from the clouds slowly fell, falling on the umbrella surface, the snow field was still dead and silent, and the unequaled number of eyes looked at Chen Changsheng from a distance of miles, tens of miles, or even thousands of miles, without any sound.

For those strong people, Chen Changsheng's appearance was also very strange.

An ordinary person suddenly appeared in the kingdom of God, and those gods who were high above must have been very surprised, how did this ordinary person come here.

The snowfield fell into a strange silence.

Chen Changsheng's body was extremely stiff, and the unimaginable huge spiritual impact made his spiritual world almost collapse, and at the same time, it also destroyed his thoughts at high speed.

In a very short period of time, he thought about a lot of things. Why did he come to the Demon Domain Snow Field from Zhou Yuan, this matter must not be understood in a short period of time, so he didn't think about it, so why did he see so many legendary demon powerhouses? These demon powerhouses came to ambush him?

That's impossible. He is now the dean of the National Education Academy, and his level seems to be enough, but a teenager from the upper realm of the Hidden Realm is really like an ant to these big people, where is such a big formation, even the most narcissistic Tang Thirty-six dare not think so.

The demon powerhouses want to kill someone else, who is that person?

The middle-aged man who had been besieged by tens of thousands of demon armies for several days and nights had been seriously injured and facing a certain death, the expression between his eyebrows and eyes was still scattered, and he didn't seem to care, but when he saw the umbrella in Chen Changsheng's hand, his expression became solemn.

As if to confirm his conjecture, he walked towards Chen Changsheng, on the snow field, he was the closest to Chen Changsheng, and it only took more than ten steps to walk to his side.

"Oh, there's a sword. ”

The man reached out with his left hand and took the umbrella over.

Chen Changsheng only heard the sound of footsteps, and before he had time to look, he found that the yellow paper umbrella in his hand had been taken away.

He looked at the man.

The man was wearing a long gown, but it was not too long, unlike a scribe, with a sword tied around his waist, but not like a swordsman, giving him a nondescript feeling.

The man's body exuded a crisp aura, like a sword showing its edge to the fullest, making it impossible to look at directly.

This was the first time Chen Changsheng saw Su Li, he only saw Su Li's back, and his eyes were stabbed.

It would be a long, long time before he could look at this person directly, and at that time he didn't know that this man was the legendary Uncle Su Li.

After a while, he came to his senses and struggled to stand up straight, his right hand clenched slightly, the handle of the umbrella was no longer there, and the feeling of emptiness made him a little uncomfortable.

The yellow paper umbrella was in the hands of the middle-aged man, I don't know why, it looked so harmonious, as if the umbrella was originally his.

Looking at this scene, Chen Changsheng was stunned again, and suddenly felt that everything that happened in Zhou Yuan was a dream, he left Tianshuling, got this umbrella from Kyoto to Wenshui, and then entered the grassland, and finally magically appeared on this snowfield, tens of thousands of miles of wind and rain, just ...... In order to get this umbrella into the hands of this man.

Give the yellow paper umbrella back to the man.

......

......

Su Li held the middle of the yellow paper umbrella in his left hand, looked at it quietly, looked at it for a long time, and then a smile appeared on the corner of his lips.

Then, the smile turns into a hearty laugh, into a long laugh.

He smiled so happily that he was so happy.

He looked at the figure of the demon general like a black mountain in the distance, looked at the black robe sitting cross-legged in the broken snow, looked at the shadow in the sky, and said, "You all say that I am short of a sword, yes, I am indeed short of a sword, but now ...... Now that I've got a sword, isn't it your turn to be afraid?"

Chen Changsheng didn't understand, this was obviously an umbrella, even if there was a sword intent in it, how could it be said to be a sword?

He didn't know that this yellow paper umbrella was a peerless sword called Shatian.

Hundreds of years ago, the head of the Lishan Sword Sect of that generation, with this sword, fought with Zhou Dufu in Zhou Yuan for 300 rounds, and died, but the sword was not broken.

This sword is the strongest sword in the sword pool, and it is also the sword that is the most unwilling and wants to regain freedom.

This sword is the sword that should be inherited by Su Li, this is his sword.

The body of this sword left the grassland, was picked up by Su Li, and sent to Wenshui, so as to create an umbrella with thousands of opportunities.

But the sword intent was not there, so it was not the sword he wanted.

The sword intent of this sword has been waiting for the return and reunion of the sword body in the grassland.

Hundreds of years later, Chen Changsheng passed by Wenshui, got an umbrella from the Tang family, brought the umbrella into the Zhou Garden, and in the grassland, let the sword body and the sword intent meet, thus summoning ten thousand swords in the air.

This story, so far, seems to have ushered in a perfect ending, but in fact it is not.

It wasn't until he came to this snowfield and handed over the umbrella to Su Li that this ending was truly perfect.

Su Li held the yellow paper umbrella, remembering the picture when he first walked into the cave on the top of the mountain peak hundreds of years ago and saw the sword hanging on the wall behind the master.

This is the sword of Lishan, this is the sword of the master, and this is the sword of his Su Li.

It's been hundreds of years, it's been a long time.

This makes him how can he not be happy, how can he not laugh indulgently.

He was laughing, and the yellow paper umbrella seemed to be laughing too.

But there was still a hint of melancholy and a little regret in the happy laughter.

Master, I regained my grip on this sword.

But...... Zhou Du's husband is dead, and I have no chance to cut him under the sword and avenge you.

The clear and unbridled, but regretful laughter echoed in the silent snowfield, as if it was about to be transmitted thousands of miles away.

The meaning of this laughter clearly told the whole world, and even Chen Changsheng understood it.

I was shocked that Zhou Du's husband was dead, and regretted that I couldn't cut him under the sword.

What a confident, even arrogant idea.

But no one expressed ridicule or disdain for this, even the black robe was silent.

Because Su Li had already found the sword that put him, who knew where he would go in the way of the sword?

The clear laughter gradually disappeared, and the sword on Su Li's body gradually disappeared, as if he had become an ordinary middle-aged man.

He raised his head and looked around the snowfield, the huge figures of those demon generals like black mountains, their expressions were calm, and they reached out to hold the handle of the umbrella.

His left hand holds the middle of a yellow paper umbrella like a scabbard.

His right hand held the handle of the yellow paper umbrella as if he was about to draw a sword.

Chen Changsheng noticed that his fingers were very slender and very suitable for playing the piano, and of course, more suitable for holding a sword.

The handle of the umbrella is the hilt of the sword, and the moment Su Li's hand landed on the handle of the umbrella, an extremely powerful sword intent enveloped the entire snowfield.

On the snowfield dozens of miles away, the figure of a mountain-like demon general shook slightly, and then fell heavily into the snow.

A streak of blood appeared in the snowy sky.

......

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(That's a chapter for today.) ）