Not long ago, Mo Wushuang stood in the world, looking at the sky from afar, fighting the sky as a god and man, and finally disappeared into the heavens.

At that time, the Northern Meditation Cultivator could only slightly perceive the external environment in the stargazing map, and this picture still left a deep imprint on his heart.

Qu Youyuan Molong moved the nine skies, for the survival of Momei Villa, and Mo Wushuang fought the sky for the safety of the world.

He is not a righteous person like Qu Youyuan, nor is he a saint like Mo Wushuang, but he also yearns for the two of them, and is slowly learning from them.

This "viewing the sky" formula is taken from the shape and meaning of Mo Wushuang who pities the world and looks at the sky.

When Bei Ming Xiu closed his eyes and opened them, the surrounding scenery had not changed, but the feeling of his soul was very different.

He seemed to be in a vast starry sky, down-to-earth, surrounded by all beings in the world, and above his head was the mighty sky.

If you want to protect sentient beings, you must hand the sword to the sky, and this sword will not come out or not?

Mo Wushuang didn't hesitate to make a move at that time.

But for Northern Meditation, it is not his responsibility to protect sentient beings.

He is still far from the realm of Mo Wushuang and Qu Youyuan.

For him, all he wants to protect is the people around him.

But this relatively small and selfish reason was enough for him to swing his sword.

Now the sky where he wants to look at the sword is Si Xiang.

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The cold fog that was supposed to completely dissipate condensed again because of the chill emitted by the Xiaoice bullet.

In the cold fog, Si Xiang felt a sense of crisis in his heart for no reason.

She wondered how she felt suddenly.

Although she knew that the Northern Meditation Cultivator should be brewing some tricks, trying to kill her in one fell swoop.

But she is Si Xiang.

Si Xiang, who is suffering from the erosion of the fallen yuan, can still move freely.

Even if Bei Mingxiu smashed all his hole cards together, she didn't think he would succeed.

The gap between their realms was too big, so big that if the Northern Meditation Cultivator didn't have that weird black qi protective body, she could completely suppress it directly with pure spiritual power.

No matter how hard you move mountains and rocks, you can't fill this ravine.

Si Xiang suppressed the restlessness of the fallen yuan and poured his whole body and mind into the Qiushui Sword in his hand.

At this moment, all she had in her heart was her sword, and the Northern Meditation Cultivator who would appear in front of her at some point.

A sword cut out in this way is powerful enough.

In the cold mist, a long sword appeared.

Bei Ming Xiu held the cold shadow in his hand, and the sword momentum appeared from the bottom up, and the sword intent was about to tear through the cold mist and come to her.

The sense of crisis in Si Xiang's heart gradually turned into fear.

Even she didn't know why she was afraid of the sword of the Northern Meditation Cultivator.

This distracting thought was directly thrown out of the sea of knowledge by her.

No matter what kind of tricks the sword of Bei Ming Xiu was, she only needed to hand over the sword that belonged to her and cut off all his means, that's all.

The tip of the Stygian Sword appeared before her eyes.

She snorted coldly, and was about to slash out a sword that had been brewing for a long time.

But when the body of the Cold Shadow Sword also appeared in front of her eyes, her original state of mind that was as clear as a mirror instantly rippled.

The sword intent surging on the Cold Shadow Sword actually gave her the illusion that she was just a small ant.

That mysterious and unfathomable aura faintly overshadows everything about her!

Si Xiang bit the tip of his tongue, his eyes were extremely cold, and he still handed over the Qiushui Sword in his hand without any pause.

This sword was like the raging wind and snow on the Tianshan Mountain, and it was about to engulf the Cold Soul Sword in an instant.

But when the two swords really clashed, it was the Cold Darkness Sword that cut through the wind and snow, swept away the Qiushui Sword, and attacked Si Xiang's door with a chilling sword intent.

The sword momentum was unstoppable, heading towards the sky, but Si Xiang was no longer in place, only a few green silks were swaying in the wind and snow.

She herself has stepped back more than ten feet.

It was also the first time in this battle that she had retreated.

At this time, she no longer dared to have any contempt for the Northern Meditation Cultivator.

The previous sword that almost hit her hard, the artistic conception in it was far beyond what she had seen and heard, and there was no trace of it at all.

Speaking of the scenery she had seen, she was able to throw off the Northern Meditation Cultivation for a few streets, so she couldn't understand more and more where the artistic conception in the Northern Meditation Sword got the inspiration, it was so subtle, as if it was not available in the world.

Just for a moment, Si Xiang gathered his expression, and his eyes were staring at him again with great concentration.

In any case, the sword of the Northern Meditation Cultivator has not been successful, and any complicated thoughts in his heart cannot be left, so as not to affect the speed of the sword.

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Outside the cold mist, the Northern Meditation Cultivator shook his head slightly.

After all, his cultivation is still shallow, and he is not a roundworm in Mo Wushuang's stomach, although he can create a "sky-watching" formula with his own understanding, the artistic conception is also mixed with the impression of Qu Youyuan and others in his heart and his own subjective feelings.

As a result, although this sword seems to be beyond the sky, it is actually still in the mortal world, and it seems to be distorted, not like Mo Wushuang's compassion for the heavens, but a bit like the arrogance and ruthlessness of the heavens.

Maybe when he cultivates a little higher, has a clear heart, or is enough to feel the true state of mind of Mo Wushuang who fought with the sky back then, he can swing the real "Watching the Sky" style.

Bei Ming Xiu endured the pain of falling apart all over his body, and his expression was extremely serious.

If he continues to control the Fallen Yuan, his body will collapse, and if he holds on for a while, it is possible to lie down for three days or even longer after falling.

But fortunately, he has comprehended more than one sword these days.

The Cangying Sword Technique is a combination of the Canglang Sword Technique and the Cold Shadow Sword Technique, and the original Northern Darkness Sword Technique has never jumped out of these two big frameworks.

But when he realized that he had succeeded in making the "Viewing the Heavens" style a feasible sword, he wanted to leave his true sword moves in the Cangying Sword Technique.

He even thought of a name, and it was called "Cangying True Sword".

As for a few of them, he hadn't thought about them yet, just thinking about the more the merrier.

"Viewing the sky" is the zero form, but it is only half of it, and it can only become the real zero form when it is truly comprehended by him.

And the first form is the result that he finally picked up yesterday, and its birth has a lot to do with Si Xiang.

Then let this sword become the decisive key to this battle!

The Northern Immortal Cultivator smiled, and finally mobilized the spiritual power of the whole body, and poured all the spiritual power into the Cold Immortal Sword with the help of the Cold Netherworld Sword Soul.

......

The sword of the Northern Meditation Cultivator reappeared.

Unlike the last time, this time the Northern Immortal Cultivator did not hold the Cold Immortal Sword, but the two swords came to him together.

The Grim Sword and the Iron Sword appeared hand in hand, and wherever they passed, the chill melted into the sword body, forming a thin layer of frost on the sword body.

The feelings they gave Si Xiang were also very different from before.

At this moment, the iron sword was in front and the cold was behind, and it was wrapped towards her.

Their characteristic is obvious: fast.

It's unbelievably fast.

When Si Xiang's Qiushui Sword was about to come into contact with the iron sword, the Cold Shadow Sword was already close to her throat.

Si Xiang's eyes were like electricity, and he instantly understood the intention of the Northern Meditation Cultivator.

The Iron Sword is just a disguise, it just lifts the speed of the Stygian Sword at its own speed, and when it blocks a blow for the Stygian Sword, it loses its usefulness.

The Chilling Sword, which has both strength and speed, is the real killer move.

The Qiushui Sword swung out again, but at the moment when it was about to hit the Cold Stygian Sword, the Frosty Sword suddenly avoided Qiushui at an unbelievable angle, and the tip of the sword pointed directly at her armpit.

The tip of the sword passed through the armpit, and the chill went straight to the heart.

Of course, Si Xiang would not let the Northern Immortal Cultivator get his wish, and pointed out with his left hand, but he was lightly avoided by the Cold Immortal Sword.

Before she could swing her next sword, the blade was aimed at the back of her neck.

The Grim Sword was like an ethereal ghost, wandering around her side, not only unstoppable, but the blade was staring at the weaknesses of her body, seemingly pervasive, but it was impossible to predict where it would attack.

At this moment, the fallen yuan in Si Xiang's body, which had been suppressed, began to move under the control of the Northern Meditation Cultivator, so that she had to be distracted to resist again.

This also made it impossible for her to forcibly suppress the Stygian Sword with her spiritual power, so she could only dodge as best she could, but she was never able to get rid of it.

The feeling of being led by the nose made her more and more irritable.

Not far away, the Northern Meditation Cultivator smiled.

This is the real first form of the Cangying True Sword, chasing shadows.

If he fought the sword by himself, it might be a different situation, but then I was afraid that he would not be able to escape the end of being seriously injured by Si Xiang's blow, so he still chose the soul sword technique.

There is only the Soul Imperial Sword Technique of the Shoreless Sword Peak, which can bring the shadow chasing to the extreme.

In this formula, the essence is in a "by-the-by-one" word.

No matter how the opponent dodges, there is no escape from the threat of the sword.

In Fengyun Village, the shadow he wanted to chase and wipe out was originally Si Xiang.