The storm on the edge of the cliff lasted for a long time.

The thunder rang out from day to night, and finally began to recede on the eve of the second dawn.

The dark clouds in the sky had also dispersed, and the red light gradually came, bringing some warmth to the edge of this already cold and gloomy cliff.

The wind and clouds of pen and ink above the headspace are still slowly circulating, and the golden light shuttles through it, passing through several times. There is also a deep pen power quietly hidden, and the charm and breath in it are not as strong as the sword intent that goes straight into the sky, but it is also powerful enough for people to look up to.

Jiang He and Jiu'er blew the wind on the edge of the cliff all night, drenched in rain all night, and were silent all night.

It wasn't until the dawn rose on the edge of the distant horizon that they tidied up their windswept clothes a little before choosing to leave.

Only this time, they never walked side by side and on the same path as before.

Rather, one to the east and one to the west.

Stepping on the gravel between the cliffs, they walked away and disappeared into the wind.

Buddhism and Taoism have always been friendly, in the past few days, the Taoist and the Buddha and the Buddha have carried out countless discussions on the Tao and the Buddha, preaching the scriptures and explaining the meaning, and achieving each other.

And in terms of their attitude towards the Demon Saint lineage, they have always maintained the same.

Even during the time in the Heaven and Earth Divine Academy, Jiang He and Jiu'er had the same mind and went to the library to study together.

On the vast majority of things, they are on the same side.

But the vast majority does not represent the whole story.

At least in the matter of the competition for the chosen one, Buddhism and Taoism are on opposite sides.

Fighting on their own.

It was at that moment that from that moment on, when Jiang He and Jiu'er wanted to bring Tang Qing back to the Holy Land with their own purposes, there was a rift between the two veins of Buddhism and Dao.

Jiang He and Jiu'er are also inexplicably estranged.

Even if Tang Qing finally chose to go to the Nanshan hills, Buddhism and Taoism seemed to have no entanglement of interests.

But the crack that already existed will not be completely repaired with the passage of time, but will become clearer after a night of wind and rain.

Maybe life is like this, some people have been in the same place, and it is inevitable that they will part ways in the end.

It's like the two who left on the edge of the cliff at this moment.

Under the warm sun, the stagnant water in the crevices of the cliff is shrouded in light, reflecting scenes of brilliant colored light in the virtual space.

The wind is no longer cold, but gentle.

After those genius boys with a fierce fighting spirit left, there seemed to be too much murderous aura on the edge of this cliff.

Of course, there is also a little less noise and human voices, and even the sound of birds cannot be heard.

It's still desolate, but it's no longer so terrible.

After all, it is a cliff, and there is no way forward, except for those genius young men who came looking for sword intent, there will not be more people looking at it.

It's just that the sword intent in that short sword is too powerful, straight into the sky, and many people in many parts of this world have seen the scenery of that sword.

And among those people, there are always a few amazing people, who have never come from the Holy Land, but who have their own pride.

In a way, they were even able to compare to the genius boys from the Holy Land.

So when that terrifying sword intent appeared in this world, they would also want to take a look and take a look.

So not long after Jiang He and Jiu'er left, there was a low sound of footsteps between the rocks not far from the cliff.

Ning Xiaolong, the young master of Lone Dragon Mountain, wore a hat, his face was gloomy like water, and his arms hung from his waist, slowly coming from beyond the cliff like a lonely beast.

His footsteps were heavy and heavy, and each step seemed to exert all his strength, so that in addition to the deep footprints, the ground beneath his feet had a long, narrow crack that continued to extend with his footsteps.

The black clothes on his body looked very deep in the warm sun, with an inexplicable aura, reflecting his gloomy face, making this Ning Xiaolong who came from afar look very uncomfortable.

In fact, he really isn't easy to mess with.

As the only son of Gulong Mountain, he was born proud and never took any of his peers in his eyes.

Even when he came to the map of the Jiangshan Society, in the face of those genius young men from the sacred land, he dared to give it a go and fight with them with what he had learned all his life.

Even in the past year, he had deliberately searched for the whereabouts of those genius boys, not seeking to defeat them, but to have a fight.

This is the ultimate significance of Ning Xiaolong's participation in this battle for the Xuanwu List.

And at this moment, when he pursued the sword intent that went straight into the sky, walked to the edge of the cliff, and stood at the foot of the place where the sword intent had stayed, he found that in addition to the sword accident, there were several other powerful auras here.

Those few breaths naturally couldn't be compared to that terrifying sword intent, but the power contained in them, as well as the pride they held, would not be worse than their own, or even slightly higher.

Ning Xiaolong was silent in place for a long time, he felt the traces of the existence of those few breaths and the direction of their disappearance, thinking that the teenagers he wanted to fight with had already been here.

It's just that I don't know if that terrifying sword intent really came from the sword of the Baili Broken River.

At this thought, he lowered his head, the hat covered his eyes, but it couldn't hide the cold battle intent in his eyes.

In silence, he prepared to chase in the direction that those powerful breaths had left.

The moment he turned around, there was another sound of footsteps from the other direction on the edge of the cliff.

Ning Xiaolong looked at it coldly, and saw that among the rubble all over the ground, the eyes of the North Xiaojian of Yijian Villa were slightly condensed, and he was coming with a sword.

With each step, the sword intent on his body increased by a point.

The sword intent was as cold as water, with countless chills.

By the time he walked to Ning Xiaolong, who was only a few zhang away from Ning Xiaolong and stood still, that sword intent had already converged to the peak, suspended here with the power of the Four Realms Soul Suppression, condensed in the air, and could be volleyed away at any time.

Before the sword of the northern small sword was unsheathed, the sword intent had already appeared.

There is a lot of bad intentions for those who come.

Ning Xiaolong looked at him, a trace of disdain flashed in his eyes.

Although this sword is strong, it is really a little unsightly compared to the sword intent that goes straight into the sky.

Even compared to the few powerful auras that had already left, Bei Xiaojian's sword intent seemed to be a little less sharp.

So on the edge of the cliff, Ning Xiaolong suddenly surrounded his arms, raised his head a little arrogantly, he looked at the Bei Xiaojian who was standing solemnly with his sword, and said in a deep voice, "Could it be that Yijian Villa can't find a few good swords? With the sword of the South Mountain Hills in front of you, I'm afraid that your sword, no matter how bright the light is, it will be hidden. ”

Speaking of this, he paused slightly, and then added, "If the luck is worse and even someone with a sword is folded here, then those old worshippers of your One Sword Villa still have to die of anger? Even if they want to take revenge, do they dare to find the head of the Sword Saint?"

These words are a little vicious, with the gloomy temperament of a young man.

Bei Xiaojian Wu was in front of Hengjian, the sword light in his eyes surged, and he said, "If I really die in the Divine Courtyard, then my skills are inferior to others, there is nothing to say." But Yijian Villa has a lot of talents, and there is no shortage of such an unsuccessful guy as me, so even if I die, it will not have much impact on the villa. But ......"

Bei Xiaojian looked at Ning Xiaolong with a pair of bright eyes, and sneered, "But you have always been a lone dragon mountain, and the Ning people of the mountain villa have always held you in the palm of their hands as a treasure." If you die, what will he do? What will he do with Lone Dragon Mountain? Isn't it the end of the day?"

As soon as these words fell, Bei Xiaojian suddenly pulled out his sword, and the sword intent became more and more awe-inspiring.

He sneered and raised his sword forward, the sword light in his eyes was three points brighter, with a little cold battle intent.

Ning Xiaolong didn't know when he had already put down his arms around his arms, and the anger and murderous aura in his eyes under the hat coexisted, and he took a step forward, his momentum rising sharply.

"Hopefully your sword will qualify you to say those words. ”

He spoke slowly, and then raised his palms, and the wind and sand gathered between his palms, with a cold killing intent.

When a teenager meets a teenager, it is either heart-to-heart or war.

The palm momentum has been out, the sword intent has risen, and this battle is about to break out.

But the footsteps on the edge of the cliff did not stop.

The sound of footsteps began to echo in the distance, but in the blink of an eye, it suddenly rang in my ears.

At the moment when Ning Xiaolong and Bei Xiaojian's aura collided, four little Taoist priests with wide eyebrows and eyes suddenly appeared.

The four little Daoists frowned, without any superfluous movements, just two by two, and then handed out their palms at the same time, and four magnificent true energies surged out from their palms, forcing Ning Xiaolong's palm momentum and Bei Xiaojian's sword intent to retreat.

Ning Xiaolong's face changed slightly, he took a few steps back, he raised his palm and looked, under the wind and sand in his palm, a scene of blue light was entangled in it, and it took a long time before it slowly dissipated.

He was silent for a moment, staring at the four people who suddenly appeared in the field, and said coldly, "The little Taoist priest from Longhu Mountain!"

Bei Xiaojian also raised his sword and retreated, the long sword trembled slightly, and there were several sword sounds.

He stared at the four little Taoist priests, and did not speak, but the hands between his grips suddenly tightened, and his fighting spirit did not decrease, but became stronger and stronger.

The four little Taoist priests stood quietly between Ning Xiaolong and Bei Xiaojian, their eyes were indifferent, and there was no superfluous emotion on their faces, just an extremely deep calm.

Although the four little Taoist priests were teenagers at that time, compared with their peers, there seemed to be a little more inexplicable vicissitudes between their eyebrows.

Especially the little Taoist priest standing at the front, his eyebrows were extremely wide, like a big knife across his eyes, and he not only looked old, but also had a trace of sadness.

At this time, the little Taoist priest with wide eyebrows and sad eyes suddenly took a step forward, he arched his hand to the left and right, his eyes turned on Ning Xiaolong and Bei Xiaojian, and then said, "Since they are all from the human sect, they are a family, and the two of them can't fight anymore." ”

As soon as the words fell, Ning Xiaolong stepped forward with his fist raised and said angrily, "What kind of thing are you?

The little Taoist priest looked at him very seriously and said, "I don't call things, I don't call them bitter." ”

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