The snow fell and the frost fell, and the snow was covered, and a faint bright moon slowly rose from behind Jian Lao, and a frost and desolation drifted away, which was a kind of vast coolness from ancient times.

Although the memory has not been completely restored, this sword is a sword that he can never forget.

"The sword downstairs is the most painful sword in my life. Shuangzhao, Shuangzhao, the sword I danced for Shuangzhao!" Jian Lao's eyes were moist, and a touch of remorse unconsciously permeated the corners of his mouth, as if he had seen through thousands of years, and he didn't see her.

At this time, although the purple mastiff's body trembled, it also had the dignity of being a fourth-order evil beast, and immediately its eyes were ruthless, and the purple extreme evil light in its mouth shot out like a purple and black horse, drawing a dazzling trace in the white shijie.

Jian Lao was unmoved, but his expression was still so sad, at this moment, after burning his soul, his body was concretized, and he had some previous liliang, although this liliang was less than one thousandth of the heyday, but it was enough for him to kill the fourth-order evil beast in front of him in seconds.

Whew.

The wind passes, the snow falls, the frost bombs, the moon prints.

The Purple Evil Aurora suddenly stopped in mid-air, and then the Ice and Snow Armor actually spread above the Aurora, spreading layer by layer like vines, and in such a process, Jian Lao didn't even lift his eyelids.

This is the gap, this is the terrifying realm, an extremely cold and desolate realm, and it will directly freeze the blow of the powerhouse comparable to the Ren Du realm.

Yun Jing looked at Da Ya, and hugged the moon with his hands. The ice sword condensed by the void of the sword elder suddenly moved slowly at this moment, as if embracing the sun and the moon, drawing a gorgeous curve in the sky.

"I'm not lonely and isolated in my life, I don't say ridiculous things! I don't say anything, I don't give up! I once promised not to quit!"

Jian Lao let out a cry of pain, he had always been cold and quiet, but at this moment, he actually had an emotional breakdown, and the snow in the sky seemed to be affected by Jian Lao's emotions, and it also stirred like crazy.

That kind of emotion spread out as terrifyingly as the sky and the earth cracked, and those evil beasts that were originally prostrate on the ground also had a strong sadness on their faces at this moment, which was assimilated by Jian Lao's emotions!

"The pen is deformed and the words are sorrowful. Shuangzhao downstairs, young people urge gray hair!"

Boom!

The frozen purple black light suddenly shattered at this moment, turning into a little white light, and such an evil liliang was actually purified under the power of ice and snow!

And at this moment, together with the purple mastiff's expression, there is a bit of a trance of sadness, and the horror of this desolate emotion lies not in assimilation, but in the fact that it can arouse the softest emotions in people's hearts.

What a desolation it was, the sun and the moon were downstairs, but the young man was now gray-haired. The purple mastiff remembered that his life as an evil beast had been spent in battles and battles, and he had ever thought that there was such a pair of warm hands caressing his fur before, and that was his mother.

But now, in this chaotic battle, he gradually lost his eyes, forgot everything, and forgot the familiar hands he once had.

"I don't envy the second or third sons, I don't thank the gentle couch, the green phosphorus and blue blood are sick and lacking!" The sword elder was still indulged in his emotions, and sang this peerless sword skill in a low voice, this sword skill has been detached from the ordinary sword skill, and the bleak artistic conception of this sword skill is probably even turned into white ruins in this hundred miles.

Legend has it that only the purple-level sword skill can have its own artistic conception, and that artistic conception is the reason why the purple-level sword skill is powerful!

Purple-level swordsmanship, what the sword elder used was actually the highest level swordsmanship in this Cultivation King Continent!

But at this moment, Qingyang still doesn't know anything, he is at the critical moment of breaking through the veins of Zuihou, as long as he breaks through the shackles of Zuihou, his seal will be completely broken!

And faintly, Qingyang's consciousness gradually had a vague impression, he seemed to feel a very sad feeling, it was a very painful, very painful feeling, even if he had not experienced a vigorous love, but he could still feel it, how desolate it was!

"Hearty, block the bottom of the cup of tea. Lonely chanting, poor generosity can't sing. ”

"The wild wind and rain are barren, and the lights burn out the flowers in the water. ”

"The old couple is gone, the old couple is gone, the old couple is gone, the old couple is gone, the old couple is gone, there is no ?!! her"

Swish!

The sound of snow stopping.

Tears completely soaked Jian Lao's dry eyes, and at this moment, his hair turned into a thick black and white, and an ancient and desolate grief continued to release the tyranny around it.

The purple mastiff finally had tears in his eyes at this moment, it suddenly gave up all the defenses on its body, the original evil royal qi was actually purified into normal royal qi at this moment, and what was even more frightening was that the royal qi was slowly dispersing between heaven and earth at this moment, what did the purple mastiff want to do?

It showed a sense of relief on its face, and then slowly prostrated its body, as if it was surrendering to Jian Lao, as if thanking Jian Lao, and more like it was seeking a kind of liberation, seeking a belief that would liberate it.

Jian Lao finally opened his eyes, and in the whiteness, he saw a mastiff, looking for the sad meaning, looking for the liberating past. Jian Lao smiled softly, softly, lightly.

"Three thousand feet away from the dust, my heart is like a lotus flower. ”

"Go ahead. ”

The old sword fell, and between his sleeves, the sword condensed from the void shattered into a looming lotus ripple and spread out, and in an instant, within a radius of a hundred zhang, all the evil beasts were disintegrated and purified, and their bodies actually turned into a little white light and dissipated in this heaven and earth!

In the middle of the Death Prison Forest, a terrible change has taken place today, in a certain place, within a radius of a hundred feet, everything has been razed to a white snow, and what is even more terrifying is the desolation that makes people cry.

The bright moon behind the sword elder slowly rose into the sky, and a not very gorgeous building slowly emerged from the void, and the moonlight poured down, illuminating the eaves on both sides, that is the Shuangzhao Building.

Jian Lao suddenly laughed wildly, as if he wanted to laugh at all the desolation in this heaven and earth.

"I am not alone, I am not alone, I don't say ridiculous things"

"I don't envy the second or third sons, and I don't thank the gentle couch"

"Hahahahahaha, there is no more her"

Jian Lao's Sanskrit-like voice slowly echoed in this heaven and earth for a long time, and in an instant, the powerhouses of heaven and earth all looked at this sky together, and they seemed to feel something incredible.

With the sound of the distance, the figure of the old man also slowly walked into the wind and sand in the snow, the bright moon dissipated, the double light building was faint, and the old man slowly dissipated into the void, without thinking.

In the vast white world, only the faint laughter remains, heroic and unrestrained, and it will not disperse for a long time.

At this time, Qingyang finally woke up, and his consciousness began to return, as if he had had a dream for thousands of years, he dreamed that Jian Lao was crying bitterly, and Jian Lao actually cried?

Qingyang was so heartbroken, suddenly two rays of light burst out in the snow, and Qingyang couldn't react, and a lot of information exploded in Qingyang's mind.

"Starry Sky Sword Emperor: Starry Sky Nine Swords"

"Flower Shuangzhao Shuangzhao Shuangzhao Downstairs Sword"

"I have no regrets about keeping you safe"

Whining!

The sound of wind and snow moved, and the heaven and earth were once again miserable, leaving only Qingyang's mournful cry.

"Sword Old !!"

(P: I was very happy with the chapter that came out last night.) Thanks to arsenic for the inspiration I received, Shuangzhaolou was written by Wang Jingwei, which means a little inexplicable, but it is all bleak. The existence of Jian Lao is not a chicken rib, he is a lover. ）