The void was flooded with extremely fine ripples, as if there was an inexplicable bronze mirror, reflecting the sword like a shadow.

It was a long, narrow sword light, full of fishing like a fishhook, but this hooked thing was a gray soul!

Above the clouds in the distance, the middle-aged woman who had just fled in a hurry was swallowed up by the flames, and the blue water river that crossed the sky suddenly collapsed, turning into a little light and shadow and dissipating into nothingness, her body was like a piece of charred scrap metal, falling straight down from the clouds and sinking into the muddy yellow river.

This vicious woman was slaughtered by a sword in the blink of an eye, and her true qi was unrestrained.

The people who had no grievances and no revenge but suffered a disaster in vain suddenly breathed a sigh of relief, the original owner was dead, and the river that fell from the sky suddenly turned into a little crystal, drifting away with the wind, only the nine condensed Xuanbing Sword Qi that seemed to be the essence still existed, but it lost the true qi and divine sense control, and fell down from mid-air.

There are also countless Xuanbing sword qi in the main trunk of the original blue river, and the fish, shrimp, and Jiao formed by the real water have disappeared with the disappearance of the blue river, but this sword qi has been retained, like a small and delicate snowflake, fluttering and falling all over the sky, and for a time there was a "sword qi heavy snow", a piece of white, strange and gorgeous.

Everyone had no intention of appreciating this magnificent snow scene, and their eyes were only hot at these Xuanbing sword qi scattered like snowflakes, even if they didn't need to teach them, they knew that these true qi condensed into the shape of a sword were rare treasures.

The middle-aged woman has died, but these sword qi can still exist in the world, obviously out of the category of "qi", from the void to the reality, into a mouthful of ice sword.

It's just that the speed at which everyone controls the clouds is far less than Xun Mei, and before the Xuanbing swords that are raised one after another fall into the Yellow River, they only collected one hundred and seventeen mouthfuls in a hurry.

Zhang Youhu's performance was particularly outstanding, he gritted his teeth desperately to urge the clouds, and did not forget to run forward and backward to catch the falling Xuanbing Sword Weapon, the sharp Xuanbing Sword even opened a few openings on him, but he didn't seem to feel the slightest pain, only holding the thirty-six Xuanbing Little Swords he received and smirking.

Ye Ku also took a few handfuls casually, and after playing with them for a while, he became interested, he got Xuanyin, so naturally he looked down on the sword weapons that this kind of transformation realm cultivator had refined.

Sang Xuan is the same, it seems that these sword weapons are not very eye-catching, but he just followed the trend and accepted two or three swords into his palm.

He has been distracted by Zhang Youhu, and always feels that the pig killer who seems to be tired and panting and has been opened a few openings has deliberately collected thirty-six Xuanbing small swords, one is thirty-six, and the other is to make one hundred and seventeen swords with the swords collected by everyone.

In other words, it's not that this Zhang Youhu can't receive more, but that he is only willing to accept these thirty-six mouths, maybe these thirty-six Xuanbing are really different, or maybe these swords are not very different, in Zhang Youhu's eyes, they are all broken copper and iron, and they are not worth receiving.

Thinking of this, Ye Ku simply flicked his fingers, and a sword weapon suddenly fell into the clouds, so far it was really one hundred and seventeen.

Jiang Li on the side was holding on to more than a dozen sword weapons, and her little face was full of faint smiles, she was very fond of the three-inch ice blade quenched by this Xuan Ice Sword Qi, and even did not hesitate to use some methods above the seventh grade of mortal bones.

It's just that her joy quickly calmed down, like a flattened piece of paper, which had already been stained with a few ink marks, the corners of her mouth were pursed upward, and her eyes reflected a sword shadow like ice, and she didn't know what she was trying to write.

There was a loud sound of water, and I knew that the rest of the Xuanbing Sword Weapons had entered the river, and I didn't know where it would go with this magnificent wave, and who would have obtained it by chance.

"This time it's really a blessing in disguise, a blessing in disguise. Zhang Youhu accepted thirty-six Xuanbing small swords, but there was no greed in his eyes, and he generously spread these sword weapons on the clouds one by one.

Among the group, Zhang Youhu also received the most sword weapons, and he was not stingy, Zhuang Mo and the others naturally followed suit one by one, and one hundred and seventeen sword weapons were embellished on the clouds, like carved ice flowers.

"Nine people per person, just right, no more, no less. Zhang Youhu said as he smiled and put away the Nine Mouths Xuanbing Sword Weapon.

"Brother Zhang, Gao Yi. A few people didn't twist, and after thanking them, they each took nine swords.

This time it was fair and even, and even Zhuang Mo's four maids each got nine Xuanbing swords, and they couldn't put it down and played with it, making a jingle and crisp sound.

Helplessly, Zhuang Mo and Wu Xingyun didn't know the method of refining the sword weapon of the immortal family, but they just followed the usual method of practicing qi in the ordinary world.

Jiang Li casually put away the Xuanbing sword, looked at the sun that was gradually setting in the distance, and said quietly: "Are those monks finished?"

She was naturally anxious, Jiang Li was still in the hands of that little junior sister, life and death were uncertain, the girl who didn't look old was poisonous, the means were so spicy, the poor little white fox fell into her hands, how could she let go of her heart.

Therefore, Jiang Li has been silent since he got on the clouds, looking lifeless, and the ghostly aura on his body has an unstoppable posture.

The middle-aged woman who had just crossed the Blue Sky River seemed to have fled all the way here from the direction where the war clouds were located, and she had escaped for hundreds of miles, but she was still hooked by the inexplicable thing.

Shang Nuan got nine delicate-looking ice swords, he was in a good mood, he stuck out his tongue, as if he thought of the tragic situation of the middle-aged woman's real fire, and said with palpitations: "It's hard to say, but in my opinion, it's better not to go over now." ”

When everyone heard this, they all nodded with deep understanding, and even the existence of such a hollowed-out river ended up fleeing in a hurry, and there must have been some great horror there, far more terrifying than the battle between the monks.

Jiang Li, who retreated to the edge of the clouds, kicked the clouds under her feet, and the clouds dispersed, and a hazy white mist was raised, she simply turned her back, and sprinkled the frost on her face to the magnificent river and the endless sky, as if asking herself, "If it goes on like this, when will it be able to reach Gu Ling?"

The afterglow of the setting sun sprinkled on the muddy yellow river water, evened out on the clouds, Jiang Li's figure seemed to be plated with a layer of gold edges, and the mellow hot red outlined her figure that had not yet grown, so that Xu Ke, the girl who had never held her hand, looked a little stupid, and said unconsciously:

"Senior Sister Jiang is so beautiful, ah, no, Senior Sister Jiang is in a hurry. ”

Shang Nuan listened, and laughed out loud, this Xu Ke's head is like a wooden fish, saying that he is okay with Buddha and chanting, and it is really not good to praise people, besides, people have their backs to you, what can you see?

Everyone laughed.

None of them could see it, and the nine Xuanbing swords with a faint blue glow were lined up in front of Jiang Li, pointing to the unattainable faint sky.

Night.

After that, no one talked about crossing the river again, and standing still may not be the smartest thing to do, but it must be the safest choice, the sky is vast, and the killing opportunities are endless, at least the river that rushes day and night under your feet is not a fierce place.

After experiencing the split sword, everyone has more or less some friendship, at least a few girls are no longer as unfamiliar as before, Shang Nuan has an ice clear "hairpin" pinned to her head, but it was put on for her by one of Zhuang Mo's maids not long ago.

The night is faint, like the clouds floating in the sky during the day, it is also boundless, and the river that does not stop at the foot is not at all incomprehensible, and it does not stop for this quiet night, but only with an indomitable momentum, surging.

The sky is far away, the silence is boundless, the river roars, and the waves are rolling.

There is a glittering glow floating between the sky and the earth, the quiet and the noisy, it is a faint dark green, like a firefly connected together.

The one in the river is a silent broken mast, and at this moment there is a green light shining on it, flickering bright and dark, and sometimes there is miserable green floating in the heaven and earth, like a portal to the netherworld, and when it is dark, it is integrated with the surging river, deep and difficult to see.

The people on the clouds didn't care about refining the Xuanbing Little Sword, staring intently at the vision in the river, speechless in surprise.

What they didn't expect was that it would be just a hors d'oeuvres for this extraordinary night.

At the end of the river as far as the eye can see, the blue sky is no longer there, and the night rises and falls.

There is a flat boat, impartial, not shaking, against the roaring river, straight into the river miserable green.

It seems inappropriate to say that it is "rushing", the shadow of the boat is fleeting and hazy, it seems to be slow to the extreme, and it is like almost to the end, like a ghost, not hindered by the waves at all, and it is fluttering in a trance.

There is a black shadow on the boat, holding a slender pole, with the night as the clothing, the Nu River as the belt, and the flat boat as the track.

Zhang Youhu's eyes were about to pop out, and he murmured in a low voice: "This damn is not the impermanence that floated up from the underworld, and it is terrifying." ”

All the people on the clouds held their breath, contemplated, and calmed down, lest they startle the flat boat above the waves of the great river, and they were also engrossed, and looked at the black shadow, what they wanted.

The Yellow Spring Ferry is now believing, and impermanence is regarded as going against the current.

As the boat slowed down, the black shadow held on to the long pole, and the slender pole pierced into the water, and the boat slammed into the water, and hung on the side of the tattered mast that was emitting a miserable green glow.

This is too unbelievable, not to mention the turbulent water of this big river, that is, the long pole is really so deep, it can borrow strength in the river and stop this leaf boat.

The black shadow took the long pole with it, and the pole turned around, drawing a half-arc in the dark river, reaching directly below the mast, and gently pried it off.

"Whoa-la-"

The boat stood still, but a huge water curtain rose in front of it, covering the sky and cage, and there were thick black shadows in the water curtain, like the backbone of a water dragon.