It's snowing again.

There are pavilions in the snow, and there are people in the pavilions.

In the pavilion in the center of the lake, Li Ducian has been sitting alone for a long time, as if he has entered the old monk, and he does not move.

And in front of him there are two long knives, one on the left and one on the right, standing in the pavilion.

The long wind swept by, and there were bursts of trembling sound on the double knives, which were pleasant to the ear, but completely different, echoing each other.

Li Ducian sat alone for half a month, and also listened to half a month.

These two weapons are divided into two swords, and they are combined into a sword, although they accompany him all the way, but they rarely have the opportunity to truly shine.

But this time it is a sword to talk about the Tao, so this last battle should be famous for this blade.

Li Ducian listened to the sound of the sword and the chant of the sword, looked at the flying snow outside the pavilion, and finally moved.

He raised the glass of wine in front of him, the wine was already cold, but after a moment of his hand, wisps of heat overflowed, and the aroma of wine was fragrant, and he was drunk all at once.

No one knew what he was listening to, what he was waiting for, and no one dared to disturb him.

It's just that I don't know if it's an illusion, in the dark, Li Ducian seems to be able to feel that several murderous auras have appeared one after another, just in Jinling.

These murderous auras are so strong that Li Ducian has never seen them before, and they can't bear it, presumably waiting for a blockbuster, which will make the heroes look sideways and the world will be shocked.

As if sensing the master's intentions, the two long knives also let out a more violent trembling sound, like a living creature that was about to come out of its sheath.

It's just that the more urgent the sound of the sword trembling, the more obvious the flaws in it become. The double knife is combined into one as a whole, but under the two points, although the blade looks ordinary, it is different from the width and length of the knife, and even the catty.

This is the flaw.

Back then, he forged the double sword to seek change, but now he doesn't need to change anymore.

Li Dui's eyes shimmered, put down the wine glass, held the handle of the knife with both hands, and immediately got up and walked out of the pavilion and into the snow.

The lake is frozen.

Li Ducicada stepped on the thin ice, and when he got a foothold between heaven and earth, he raised his two knives high, and then collided with the flying snow and frost in his face.

The twin knives met, and a strange flame burst out between the two.

But seeing that the long knives in Li Duciao's hands were all full of cracks like shattered ice.

Then

"Bang!"

The knives were shattered inch by inch, turning into dozens of fragments of various sizes.

However, it is unbelievable that these fragments did not fall in the air, but pulled each other together, and remained in the air for a short time.

Li Ducicada's expression was flat, as if he had expected it, and he only dragged the handle of the knife in one hand, and then saw the fragments turn with the momentum, crashing together like bees and butterflies in the wind and snow, converging towards the broken handle.

The green silk was flying, his clothes were curling, and when his right hand dragged out a circle, he was settled, only to see that there was an extra weapon in his hand made of fragments.

This weapon has a strange shape, like a knife not a knife, like a sword not a sword, uneven in width and thickness, the body is blue and white, the length is more than four feet, look carefully, it seems that there is no blade. However, the whole body of this thing exudes an inexplicable ferocity, just like the fangs of the evil beast, all over the edges and corners, and everywhere it is exuding evil energy.

Li Ducian smiled.

He had a horizontal knife in his hand, and the other hand secretly urged his true qi, and a cloud of majestic and powerful qi from masculine to rigid and supreme to strong instantly gathered in the palm of his hand, turning into a blazing wave of fire.

With the light fall of one palm, I saw Li Ducian staring and calming, slowly stroking the blade of the knife, and the flesh palm passed through, all the fragments were tightly sealed, difficult to distinguish from each other, and completely integrated.

Evil energy, sword energy, sword energy, murderous energy, evil energy...... All kinds of shocking qi machines appeared on the surface of the lake at the same time, and they all vented out of a person's body, held in his palm, and gave all the blades in his hands......

"Not bad!"

In the murmuring words, above the Ping Lake, a black light appeared out of thin air, pointing directly at the sky.

At this moment, the wind and clouds are silent, the mountains and rivers are discolored, and the snow curtain cracks in the sky......

The rift starts in the Pinghu Lake and falls in the distant mountains, separated by more than 50 zhang.

……

Three days later.

Eventually, in wartime.

It was early in the morning, the sky was about to be bright, and if it was dark, a large number of people in Jinling City had rushed to Cuiyun Peak one after another.

In front of the green water lake, some people have been here last night, waiting for the upcoming shocking battle.

There are not a few such people, and as far as the eye can see, there are many people in the rivers and lakes who have been waiting for a long time.

"Haha, you have to buy and leave, and the silver has taken root, but you can't regret it."

What's more, there is also the person who is good at gambling on the spot, listing several top swordsmen one by one, and also marking the odds under everyone's name, and in a short time there is a pile of silver coins in front of him.

Now everyone has decided that this battle will shake the past and the present, and it will be passed on to future generations.

Indeed it is.

Looking at the rivers and lakes for a hundred years, how could there have been such an extraordinary battle in the martial arts?

There was no one in the past, and I am afraid that there will be no more in the future.

Everyone was looking forward to it, but no one dared to cross this green lake and go to Cuiyun Peak in the middle of the lake.

Ding Laohan was also crowded in the crowd, holding a child a few years old in his arms.

Although the childish boy said that he was dressed a little shabby, but there seemed to be a spirit between his eyebrows, his eyes were clear, black and white, and there were two snots hanging under his nose, and he kept sucking.

Ding Laohan took a handkerchief to wipe away the snot of the child, and said warmly: "Peng'er, today's battle is not in 500 years, you have to see it clearly." ”

Hearing this, the childish boy suddenly clenched his fists, his little face tightened, and he let out a heavy "um".

"Ah, that's ...... Yan Thirteen! ”

Suddenly, there was an exclamation, and everyone turned their eyes sharply, but they saw that there was an extra person on the low hill on the other side of the lake.

The man turned his back to the crowd and climbed the mountain, his steps rising and falling seemed to be soothing, but the castration was extremely fast, and the rabbit had swept to the mountainside in a moment, and went straight to the towering green cloud peak that was as straight as a sword.

A group of people stared wide-eyed, exhausted their eyesight, but saw that under the green cloud peak where the wall stood and was steep, there was a figure as thin as an ant, rising from the ground, lifting and borrowing strength on the cliff, as fast as a ghost.

Before everyone could see clearly, the man had already ascended to the sky and disappeared into the sea of clouds and mist.

"It's so raw!"

Such a scene only made everyone stunned and shocked.

Only this light hand, I am afraid that there are few people in the world who can do it.

In the crowd, a white-clothed swordsman was staring into the distance, the light in his eyes appeared and disappeared from time to time, and there were several disciples of the South China Sea Sword Sect beside him, the long sword in his hand roared for no reason, and the sword roared.

Seeing this, the surrounding Jianghu people retreated one after another and withdrew from the distance.

This person's surname is Ye, and it is rumored that he is a disciple of the South China Sea Sword Sect.

When the Blue Dragon Society swept the rivers and lakes, the South China Sea Sword Sect was wiped out, the disciples of the sect were slaughtered, and the elders in charge were all killed and injured, and there was almost no way to live.

Everyone thought that this sword sect would die out from then on, and they didn't want the incense to end, but a few years ago, a person came out of an isolated island overseas, chopped the sea and cut the waves, and learned a shocking swordsmanship.

However, seeing that the supreme swordsman was in front of him, this person still held down the long sword in his hand after all, and never crossed the green water lake.

"Is this the pinnacle of the rivers and lakes?"

(End of chapter)