The road to mountaineering is actually longer than imagined, and it looks like half of the road has been completed, but in fact, under the shroud of the mountain protection array, if the controller thinks to himself, no one will be able to ascend the Sword Sect.

Xu Baichuan could only walk up step by step.

And Wang Cunyang, as a disciple of the Sword Sect, does not have to suffer from mountaineering.

So he made a detour and soon ascended to the sword platform.

There are quite a few people waiting for him here.

Before, he boasted that he would defeat Xu Baichuan under the sword, take the title of the first person, and have a good scenery, but the result was obvious, he couldn't beat Xu Baichuan, and even the remnant sun in his hand was picked off.

Therefore, many people looked at him with some ridicule.

The Sword Sect has practiced swords for ten years, and some elders have taught him to hone his sword, but he can't beat a wild man who practices swords alone.

It's a real shame.

The sword cultivators who stood on the sword platform were all silent, Wang Cunyang could only be regarded as average among them, and although he was unexpected, he was not too surprised.

It's going to win.

Wang Cunyang slowly walked through the crowd with the remnant sun, walked to a middle-aged sword cultivator with a three-foot long sword on his back, lowered his head, and was silent.

The middle-aged sword cultivator sighed, watching his disciple being defeated, this felt uncomfortable, but at the same time, he also retained a trace of expectation, sword cultivation gathered together has great benefits, can ensure that the inheritance is not lost to the greatest extent, but there is also a little disadvantage, these sword cultivators have a sword qi swordsmanship, but they have never really killed people, never really experienced life and death fighting, so their swords.

Not ruthless enough!

This is true of his disciple Wang Cunyang, as well as the other younger generation of sword cultivators.

He put his hand on Wang Cunyang's shoulder, patted it, and said softly: "Do you know what is not as good as him?"

This "he" is naturally Xu Baichuan who is climbing the mountain.

Wang Cunyang was silent for a long time, raised his head, looked at his master, and said: "His sword is faster than mine, more ruthless than me, more fierce than me, or more murderous than me." ”

"For a moment, I saw a lot of vague bright red figures on him, all with sword wounds!"

Hearing his apprentice's answer, the middle-aged sword cultivator also sighed a little, the sword came out with the afterimage of the dead soul, this is a vision, and it is very simple to give birth to this vision, just keep killing people, and if you kill enough, you will appear.

Those executioners who cut off their heads at the entrance of the vegetable market, and the generals who fought on the battlefield, often have this kind of vision.

Ordinary people can't see it, they can only feel this momentum.

And Wang Cunyang is a monk, and it is very common to be able to see.

The middle-aged Jian Xiu raised his head, looking at the scene not far away, slightly stunned, he thought about it, and suddenly said: "Cunyang, if this little guy can come up, you might as well learn from him, after all, you should have some understanding, Jian Xiu's sword should not be used to fight, it should be used to kill." ”

"Swordsmanship, this is a killing technique!"

Wang Cunyang nodded in response, with a slight fire in his eyes.

He really hoped that Xu Baichuan would come up at this time, and it would definitely be unusual to be praised by the master.

The words of the middle-aged sword cultivator were actually not only for him, but also for others.

In the Sword Sect Swinging Sword Cliff, an old man with crane hair and a childish face was lying on a bamboo chair, leisurely blowing a breeze, and there was no one else around him.

But soon, a man dressed in white with a sword hanging from his waist came up and stood beside him, silent.

It didn't take long for the old man's ears to suddenly move, he opened his closed eyes and looked in the direction of the sword platform, smiled, and sighed: "Among the three apprentices of the old man, you are the best at saying, I don't know your little bit of caution yet? If you want to go down the mountain, then think about it!"

After finishing speaking, the old man looked at the man in white with a cold face, and said with a smile: "Si Yao, he came with that letter, if he comes up the mountain, do you read the letter or not?"

Faced with a series of interrogations by his master, Jian Xiu named Zuo Siyao just said: "Let's wait for him to come up, there is no certainty in saying these things now." ”

The old man smiled, closed his eyes again, rolled over, and muttered: "Si Yao, what you mean by this is that the little guy can come up, and you will go down to see the little girl, yes or no?"

The old woman at the foot of the mountain looked not much younger than the old man, but he could only get the title of a little girl in his mouth, which sounded a little nondescript, but if he knew that this old man was the sect master of this Sword Sect and had lived for more than five hundred years, then he would naturally understand.

He called a little girl, and there was really no one to find fault with.

Zuo Siyao listened to the meaning of his master's words, and had a headache, he always knew that the old woman lived at the foot of the mountain, and he always wanted to see him, and he had always been hiding.

He didn't really want to experience the affection between a man and a woman, the old woman missed him in her heart, he knew it, but he didn't see it at all.

In fact, he didn't have much to do with the old woman, but by chance, he took out a sword to solve some trouble for the old woman, but he didn't expect that he would be entangled in trouble.

Therefore, he has not descended since that descent.

Zuo Siyao took a few steps, looked at the clouds and mist surrounding the bottom of the cliff, thought for a while, and suddenly said, "Master, I think what the second senior brother said is right. ”

The old man was noncommittal, still closing his eyes and recuperating, but at this time, the corners of his mouth were already hooked into a crooked smile.

He actually thinks so.

It wasn't until Zuo Siyao felt that he was asleep that he continued to speak: "This matter maybe, I can't be the master, it depends on what the sword immortal means." ”

After that, there was really a snoring that started gradually.

Zuo Siyao shook his head and walked out of the Swinging Sword Cliff.

There has always been some uncontrollable sword intent in his eyes, which has been retained for a long, long time.

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Mountaineering is difficult, but it's not too difficult, but the road is more difficult, and there are more people in the way.

Coming out again to defeat the sword cultivator who blocked the way, Xu Baichuan sighed for no reason.

At this time, it was already close to the afternoon, and it was enough for him to walk out of the pavilion for two hours, and in the usual two hours, he was enough to walk dozens of miles, but when he was placed here, he had only walked two or three miles.

The huge flat land from the top of the mountain, like the moon in the water, can not be seen.

It's a bit annoying.

Xu Baichuan dusted off the dust on his clothes just now, looked at Jian Xiu, who was silently picking up his sword and retreating, and suddenly asked, "How many are you?"

The sword cultivator was stunned when he heard this, but he still spoke quickly: "The one before the next is Senior Brother Yu, he is the seventh, and the one who is in the stool is the eighth." ”

Xu Baichuan frowned slightly, he didn't know how many people there were in the younger generation of the Sword Sect, but judging from the number of people he had mastered at the moment, it must not be less than the number of double ten, and the more he went forward, the higher his cultivation would be, these eight were only in the sword qi realm and could stop him for two hours, and the longer he would be delayed in the future.

It's a bit of a hassle.

But it's not too much trouble, he can beat all eight, and he can compare with each other later.

Walking on the mountaineering road again, Xu Baichuan held the autumn wind tightly, and the sword qi on his body was ready to go.

He was thinking in his heart that if the next roadblocker appeared, he would directly use his sword to defeat it, and if he could solve it with one sword, he would definitely not produce a sword and a half, and he would have to save some physical strength.

And Jian Xiu, who was standing behind, looked at Xu Baichuan's appearance, and was a little hesitant, not knowing whether to speak or not.

In fact, you can sit on the ground to recover your strength, there are not so many rules for mountaineering, not to mention that you still take turns to fight so many people.

It's just that as soon as he wanted to say this, Xu Baichuan had already disappeared.

He scratched his head, not going to think about it in the end.

The body flashed, and soon disappeared on the road.

But Xu Baichuan was not as easy as him to borrow the mountain protection array, he could only go up step by step.

Throughout the ages, the Sword Sect has tested countless sword cultivators, but none of them are as direct as Xu Baichuan.

Even if his strength has surpassed most of the young people in the Sword Sect, and he can even rank in the top three, he still has to go up.

And you can only win, not lose.

Xu Baichuan walked a few hundred steps, and his heart was constantly counting silently at the same time, this is a method he got from the inheritance memory left by the non-tired person, calling for momentum.

With each step, the next sword he was about to take out would be stronger and faster, and the more he walked, the stronger his momentum would be, and he even had a strange feeling that if he was to gather momentum all the way from the foot of the mountain to the top of the mountain, an incredible change would occur.

Xu Baichuan raised his feet and stepped forward, took a few steps again, and stopped suddenly.

Someone blocked his way.

It's a woman.

Very gorgeous, when he saw her, Xu Baichuan unconsciously remembered the peach blossoms blooming in spring, with a faint fragrance, refreshing.

And it just so happens that this woman also has it.

The face is like a peach blossom, and the body is like a willow, presumably she is talking about.

Xu Baichuan looked at the woman and said very seriously: "You are very good-looking." ”

The woman smiled when she heard this, she had a little change in her opinion of Xu Baichuan, and she had a little good impression in her heart, and those who could praise her for her good looks should not be bad people in her opinion, she thought in her heart that she should not make a lighter move, such a sweet-mouthed person is rare in the mountains.

It's just that it didn't take long for her to be happy, and she was quickly disturbed by the next words.

Xu Baichuan continued: "It's just that if you stand in my way, then I still have to make a sword against you." ”

This was a matter of course, and the woman looked at Xu Baichuan's face carefully, wanting to find a little pity on it, but soon found that she was only serious on Xu Baichuan's face.

If he wants to draw a sword, he will only draw a sword, and there will be nothing else.

The woman pursed her lips, and she had already made up her mind in her heart to repair Xu Baichuan well, so that he would know that the little aunt and grandmother of the Sword Sect were definitely not easy to mess with.

She took off the sword she was holding, put the scabbard aside, and said coquettishly: "Sword Sect Li Susu, with Jian Susu, please give advice!"

Xu Baichuan shook his head and didn't say anything, just quickly pulled out the autumn wind, and the sword qi that had been stored on his body for a long time surged out with the sword he handed out.

At this time, the autumn wind is handed out, and there is really an autumn wind.

Blowing a lot of wind and dust.

In the wind and dust, there is sword light!