Li Shuishan naturally didn't allow it to do such a stupid thing, his eyes narrowed, he raised his hand and pressed it forward, and the figure rushed out in an instant, this time borrowing the power of the lotus leaf, boiling all the qi and blood, and sucking out the surrounding snowflakes, the purpose was to catch it.

After all, the tip of the sword has been silent for more than a hundred years, and this restless power has increased rapidly, as if it has used the hidden energy in the sword, which is just strange, even if the sword in ancient times is broken and not human, the power contained in it can easily kill a monk with low cultivation.

Just imagine, if the whole sword is placed on Hangu Mountain, the aura that blooms must be amazing, and ordinary Daohua Realm monks will shake their heads and leave even if they see it, and some powerful monks will also find it difficult to start.

If you are not careful, you will be cut off and seriously injured, it is inevitable that some gains outweigh the losses, only higher-level monks can have the heart to subdue, but in front of Li Shuishan is a broken sword, only a small part of the strength is left, no matter how much he struggles, he will not be able to restore his previous glory at this time.

Li Shuishan pressed this button, stirring the surrounding aura, and then picked up the snowflakes and blew them to the other side, which was vacated in the direction of pointing directly at the tip of the sword.

The breath of the lotus leaf was directly emptied, and Li Shuishan pulled it fiercely, as if pulling out the cloth on the table, and as soon as it pulled it again, the aura rolled into a pair of big hands and picked it up to the tip of the sword.

"Your master died hundreds of years ago, so why are you so obsessed?"

"Still not subject to me?"

The sword light that erupted from the tip of the sword was coerced by Li Shuishan when he pressed it for the first time, because the power emitted by the sword was concentrated at one point, and the slight external interference would not affect it.

It seemed to sense the dislocation of the sword, and let out a roar that seemed to cry and hate, and its lonely sword shadow hung not far away, and the snow below was melted by it.

The sword also has a soul and a spirit, and the sword is sometimes as ruthless as a human.

A sword with great spirituality, which needs the warmth of the human heart, has experienced many times of destruction and rebirth, its wisdom will be more suitable and perfect, and it is no different from ordinary people, but after experiencing wind and rain, people's personality and vision of things will change, and the sword with a little spirituality will also move in a firm direction.

After taking this path, there is no turning back, and the sword should also become a loyal follower of the master in the tempering, and it will not change, even if someone forcibly stops it, and uses powerful cultivation to hinder it, it will not polish the monk it identifies with.

It has only one owner in its life and will not change.

Of course, there will be some sword spirits who see through the world and become otherworldly, and some become insensitive, disgusted by everything they have experienced, constantly devouring, constantly killing, only looking at themselves, not caring about others.

The spirit in the sword, sometimes it will absorb the essence of the sun and the moon of heaven and earth, and some of them are created by chance, and the wandering soul enters it, swallows it, refines the consciousness inside, and takes it for himself, and the sword has also become his shelter, and some have experienced hardships, and will be born naturally, and the last one is rare, but it must be extraordinary.

And the sword in front of Li Shuishan's eyes, although it is only a small half, can be seen that for the sincerity of the master, every time he says it, it will make him tremble, as if he is sad and angry, if he retains the previous truth

force, it will not cruelly want to be destroyed with Hangu Mountain.

When a person is pushed to the extreme, he will not have any worries, and the same is true for this sword.

The aura spread around and grabbed the tip of the sword, but the next moment it was swallowed by it, turning into a snow shadow, condensing the sword marks on it.

Li Shuishan smiled slightly and said loudly: "Make a choice, do you want to submit to me?"

The tip of the sword trembled, as a strong sword body, generally speaking, there is a spirit body, but for some reason, he did not conjure, which caused Li Shuishan to think for a long time, and raised his hand to draw out the sword of the reverse scale boy.

The sword roared, the dragon roared out, the smell of ridicule became stronger and stronger, he raised his hand and threw it, hanging in the air, "This sword is called the Reverse Scale Boy, it has been with me for a few months, if you are not convinced, you can fight with it." ”

The tip of the sword was frosty and solid, and the sword dragon of the reverse scale boy was stirring, and the murderous aura was majestic, as if it was about to explode.

Suddenly, the two swords rose suddenly, fighting and in the air, the snow was flying, and the power of the sword tip was not lacking, like a tiger swallowing the repair, with the help of the cold power increased a lot, suppressing the dragon marks that bit it, and the fluctuating snow shadow was constantly retreating, after all, the cold snow was afraid of heat, and the heat wave of the grinding of the sword of the reverse scale boy filled the surrounding position of a few inches.

For almost half an hour, the battle could not tell the winner or loser, but in the long run, the tip of the sword still has endurance, and it must have experienced a lot, but it is not something that the Reverse Scale Boy Sword can see, if it can speak, it will definitely laugh at the naivety of the opponent.

Li Shuishan raised his eyebrows, feeling that the time was about the same, and said lightly: "It's over, you're almost out of anger, can you calm down and listen to me for a few words?"

He raised the scabbard and leaned slightly, and the Reverse Scale Boy Sword flew back, and said to the tip of the sword hovering in the distance: "After so many years, Hangu Mountain is no longer the magic weapon of the monk. I don't know if you accidentally landed here, or if you deliberately chose this place as your remaining gathering place. I just want to tell you one thing, those who know the times are handsome. What is lost will not come back, but you can fight for everything in the future. ”

"You took care of Hanxue alone, and the ordeal you went through was beyond our control, but you never got out of the scope of being tormented by hatred. ”

"I can tell you that the change of mountains and seas will soon begin, and this mountain will also become the gateway to my heart, and I will use it to pursue the sky, you can ask me why?"

"I will tell you frankly that this is the so-called arrangement of fate. Maybe you could call it heaven. I ask you, will you obey the command of heaven and bow down to him?"

A sword roar broke the silence behind Li Shuishan's words.

"Since you know and have experienced it, you must know the importance of this mountain to me, and you must know how eager I am to seek clarity in my heart, and you know better which side you choose to be on the confrontation between heaven and earth?"

This sentence pierced into the sword through the cold snow, and it seemed to be more painful than killing, although Li Shuishan didn't know what it had experienced, he must have guessed that this sword had been killed by the sky, and it was seriously injured. Why? Because he saw the marks of heavenly thunder on the sword marks.

There may be some monks who use the thunder method to lure the thunder down, but this killing makes it hate the monk and the sky even more, which completely caters to the anger and minimizes the monk's hatred, but it did not relax its vigilance against Li Shuishan's arrival.

The human heart is unpredictable, and its previous owner has been with him three or four times

As I said, although it was still a safe and carefree sword spirit at that time, it often turned into a woman's appearance and poured wine for a middle-aged man with kindness in his eyes, which was decades, hundreds of years.

The days without turmoil also allowed it to learn a lot of communication skills, but only with its owner.

Later, when the first great war came, countless demons came out and devoured the disciples of its master, and one after another the young children were wrapped by its master and placed in the main hall, and the great hall was Hangu Mountain.

In the past, there was no snow in Hangu Mountain, and the name of the mountain was not called Hangu Mountain, but Partridge Mountain.

There is a bird in the mountain, the name is the partridge bird, it spreads its wings to cover dozens of miles, whenever it rains, it will set up its claws, lean slightly behind the hall, open its colorful wings, turn into an umbrella to protect from the rain, and shelter all the monks on the mountain from the wind and rain.

But one day, a stream of muffled thunder and lightning killed it, and countless monks rushed up to tear at its corpse, laughing wildly as they came and went, blood flowing red from the corners of their mouths, and their eyes widened with greed.

This is just the beginning, the life behind it, let it see the existence that can never be forgotten, there is a white-haired man from the sky falling on the mountain, his face is not showing his face to the monks under the door to release cultivation, just a few breaths of the moment, the corpses are all over the ground, the running water is red, the residual flesh hangs on the broken door, the bright red handprints are slapped on the ground, crying, screaming, keep echoing.

No one was spared, and the monks who passed by in the distance, all with wide eyes and silently watched the horn of death blow, as if they had an irresistible attraction to blood, and the laughter kept echoing in the ears of the sword spirit.

"Kill the monks on the mountain, and don't leave any of them. ”

"The smell of blood is my favorite smell. This mountain hinders us from doing so many good things, and today, we can't leave a living mouth. ”

"The white-haired man is the first person to suppress it, representing the will of heaven, how can you resist?"

The sword spirit was shattered by a finger at the moment of the shot, and its owner suddenly opened his eyes in retreat, his heart ached, his eyes were blood-red and roared, spraying blood, raising his hand to pinch out a trick, pressing it on the ground and walls, and the explosion sound heard was slowly amplified.

He held the red token in his left hand, and shook it fiercely, and the day changed color, "I want the sky to retreat!"

This battle, which did not start, was already lost.

The rest of the Partridge Mountain floated to a far away boundary with the broken sword spirit, far away from there, at the beginning there were many monks sightseeing, all of them left unlucky, and the mouth also cursed a few words from time to time, and there were also monks who were tired of walking, after seeing this mountain, hesitated for a long time, and then made up their minds to fall on the big stone, that night, I had a nightmare, only a small half.

After waking up, the monk immediately raised his finger and wrote five words on the stone - the great murderer of Hangu Mountain, and then fled in a hurry.

In the following years, several monks with low cultivation found out, but they were all awakened by the cry of the night, and hurriedly left after bowing down, and the sword spirit could not recover after this injury, without his master's muttering and entrustment, everything became so desolate, and he remembered the middle-aged man in the cold wind.

Eventually, it ducked into the tip of the sword and dissolved into a consciousness before it vanished.

Trying to escape it all.