Poplars can grow in the mountains, but it is the pine trees that really stand high on the mountains and attract people's attention.

Just like the welcome pine of Huangshan Mountain in the south, I don't know how many literati and ink writers have praised it, and even the former Renjun has gone to see it.

If the pine standing on the top of the mountain has spirituality, it will definitely be able to see all the scenery below, like a king overlooking everything, even if the environment in which it grew was originally so bad.

Pine is Song.

The Song of Gao Yang Song.

Gao Yangsong's childhood was not happy, his mother died early, and the queen was deliberately estranged from him, but fortunately, when he was four years old, his father made a deal with the Shoreless Sword Immortal Shang Yun, one of which was to let him worship the Shoreless Sword Peak.

The original Renjun did not have much expectations for this child, in his opinion, it is Gao Yang Song or Gao Yang Qi who will succeed him in the future, there is not much difference, he let Gao Yang Song worship the Shoreless Sword Peak, just to let him obtain the inheritance of the Shoreless Sword Peak in the future, as the helmsman of this worldly place, to ensure the peace of the Gaoyang royal family.

However, he didn't expect that the Shoreless Sword Peak already had an inheritor before Gao Yang Song arrived.

His name was Yao Chong.

In the years of Wu'an Sword Peak, he never won Yao Chong in the way of the sword, but fortunately, the master asked him to learn the martial arts strategy of Wen Tao, the law of the country and the state and other mysterious things, once he was bullied by Yao Chong in the way of the sword, he began to lame Wencai, so that he could press Yao Chong's head.

However, not long after, Shang Yunjian said to Yao Chong: "What your junior brother has learned, if you want to learn, you can also find your senior mother to teach you." ”

So his last advantage was gone.

In the next few days, in order to catch up with Yao Chong, all he could do was to keep working hard, and finally caught up with Yao Chong's footsteps in kendo at the age of thirteen, and put an end to his nine years of inferior skills.

Then, the two years were evenly divided.

When he was fifteen years old, when Ziwu'an Sword Peak returned to the human realm capital, Gao Yang Song asked himself if he had ever defeated Yao Chong.

The final answer is no.

After that, he took advantage of the prestige of the Shoreless Sword Peak to inherit the position of Renjun, and immediately fought the Empress Dowager, chased Gao Yangqi, found the most powerful helper among the ministers, and finally sat firmly in the position of Renjun surrounded by wine.

Since then, he has been the true Ninety-Five Supreme in the human world.

However, until now, he has only been able to answer the original question.

He is the purest holy dragon bloodline, he was born to be a king, and now he is the only emperor in the human world, how can he be subservient to others?

Whenever he wants, he's going to be on it!

He wants the Shoreless Sword Peak, he wants to sweep the world with the posture of the Holy Dragon, and he wants future generations to remember his name Gao Yang Song.

But at the beginning, he was the second disciple of the Shoreless Sword Peak.

Now that the little junior brother is in trouble, he has an unshirkable responsibility, if he is allowed to stand on his side, when the junior sister decides to belong to Wu'an Sword Peak in the future, his chances of success will be greater.

So now, the whole grassland can see a ghostly and swift figure.

Gao Yang Song raised his sword and rushed in the direction of the Northern Meditation Cultivator.

......

Many people had seen the incomparably powerful Heavenly Demon Black Sword.

Yu Luoxia and the others turned pale, and they could only watch it get closer and closer to the Northern Meditation Cultivation.

Ji Xichun and Fu Qingming couldn't make a move.

Guan Shanyue wanted to block it with the Sea Dragon Howling Style, but after his complexion changed slightly, he nodded and did not draw his sword.

Before he drew his sword, he saw Gao Yangsong's eyes.

Guan Shanyue didn't know Gao Yangsong, and he didn't know why he asked him not to make a move, but when he met Gao Yangsong's eyes, he felt a wave of fear in his heart.

Of course, this is not enough to make Guan Shanyue, the head of the four swords of Fenghua, give up the idea of swords, what really makes him willing to give up the shot is the smell of Gao Yangsong.

A few years ago, he met a man Pingshui, who benefited a lot from talking to him about kendo and became friends with him, and this was the first time he was exposed to that taste.

Not long ago, that friend was hunted down by the world because of his bloodline, and he had to leave the Demon Domain, and now he has become the Demon Emperor of the Demon Domain, which is insignificant to him.

And a few days ago, when he finally found the Northern Meditation Cultivator, he could also smell this smell from the Northern Meditation Cultivator.

At that time, he did not run away from anything, but invited him to fight with a sword in his hand.

At that time, he was slightly surprised, because in that rumor, he was determined to kill him.

Thinking of the nervous look of Yuan Xue, who was originally by Si Xiang's side at that time, Guan Shanyue couldn't help but show a smile.

What he wanted was not the life of the Northern Meditation Cultivator, but an explanation, and if this explanation was not satisfactory to him, he would take his life.

Killing without asking for reasons is not his style.

Sword fight, of course he won.

After this, he dismissed the idea of killing the Northern Meditation Cultivator.

Yuan Xue's willingness to follow him is not conclusive evidence.

It's just that in that sword fight, the Northern Immortal Cultivator had a clear conscience.

With a clear conscience, you can stand between heaven and earth.

After the war, he frankly admitted that he had killed Si Xiang and handed him the clues of the Heavenly Demon Altar.

"If you want to kill or chop, listen to it, but in any case, first get rid of the evil demons. ”

So he was willing to come here with the Northern Immortal Cultivator and swing his sword at the Heavenly Demon Altar.

He didn't care if Bei Mingxiu's performance was fake, and at least he could be sure that Bei Mingxiu was not a villain.

He will not kill the Northern Meditation Cultivator, and his sword will never be stained with the blood of righteous people.

The body of the Northern Meditation Cultivator also has that kind of smell.

That awe-inspiring taste that belongs to the Shoreless Sword Peak.

Guan Shanyue recognized Gao Yangsong's identity and saluted calmly.

For this Heavenly Demon Black Sword, he couldn't do anything, since Gao Yang Song held the sword to meet him, even if he didn't have the confidence in his heart, he still chose to follow Gao Yang Song's instructions and didn't step forward.

It was a battle that belonged to their brothers, and maybe they would go over by themselves, but it would be of the opposite help.

......

Bei Ming Xiu didn't know that Gao Yang Song was chasing him.

At this time, he had no time to use the Heavenly Humanity to look around, and even if he didn't look at it, he knew that the black sword would be stabbed on his body in a few moments.

If you continue to hide, you can't dodge.

The Northern Meditation stopped.

Countless ice bullets melted in his clothes, and after condensing again, they had already covered him with a thick layer of ice armor.

This layer of ice armor had allowed him to block the fighting blow of the fake demon beast at the Heavenly Dao Meeting, and it was one of his strongest means of defense, but it was useless in this situation.

So he quickly weaved a sword net in front of him with sword intent.

But it was still not enough to stop the Heavenly Demon Black Sword.

Even if he added the three layers of soft armor he hid in his clothes, and then covered the ice armor with a layer of demonic qi with the fallen yuan, it was still not enough.

Bei Ming Xiu reluctantly admitted that in the face of absolute strength suppression, no matter how much effort he made, it was limited.

A casual blow from a ninth-order master was enough to destroy all of his confidence.

Just as he was deciding to give it his all, he saw the figure approaching him quickly.

Gao Yang Song poured out Long Yuan, and when he saw Bei Ming Xiu's gaze moving, he smiled mildly and shouted, "Senior brother, take out the sword!"

Before the words fell, Gao Yangsong stepped on the ground and rushed straight into the air like a dragon out of the water, and the phantom of the holy dragon that had appeared in Liyang City appeared again, and the coercion of the holy dragon's bloodline suddenly swept the heavens and the earth.

Countless exclamations rang out from the grassland.

Gao Yangsong ignored everything around him.

His body and mind were placed in Long Yuan's hands.

This sword will be a sword that he will show his strength to the entire human world.

Then he heard the words of the Northern Meditation Cultivator, and almost fainted out of breath.

"Senior brother, you take out the sword first!"

Gao Yangsong stabilized the sword momentum in his hand, and said unhappily: "Of course, the junior brother will make the sword first!"

The Northern Meditation Cultivator replied to him with similar words as before.

"Senior brother, you have a sword!"

Gao Yangsong's face was bruised, and he caught a glimpse of the approach of the Heavenly Demon Black Sword, and shouted: "Hurry up and take out the sword, otherwise we will all have to explain here!"

Bei Ming Xiu shouted: "Then senior brother, don't ink it!"

This sentence provoked Gao Yangsong to almost burst into foul language, but the situation was urgent, and he no longer competed with the Northern Immortal Cultivator, the sword intent around his body surged, and the sword movement of Long Yuan seemed to set off waves in mid-air.

Bei Ming Xiu smiled helplessly, and the sword intent that had already been gathered exploded at once, and he lightly touched the grass with a cloud walk, and the cold darkness in his hand slanted towards Long Yuan.