Pulling out the bloodstained knife, in Sun Qian's surprised and stunned expression, Li Xiaoyi looked at her gradually paralyzed body, he was laughing!

The sky is free for birds to fly, and the sea is wide with the freedom of fish to leap, how can you understand?

Li Xiaoyi left, leaving behind Sun Qian, who still looked incredulous, and left behind the angry and roaring Sun Qian, who heard her crying, crying and scolding very sadly.

In a breeze, like a scattered fallen leaf, Li Xiaoyi moved with the wind, walked with the wind, as far as the eye could see, the blue sky, the vast world, everything was in the bottom of his eyes.

That's all he needs now!

The thick soil flag left the flag, and he exerted it with all his might, holding a crystal clear spirit stone in his hand, Li Xiaoyi no longer needed to take care of the loss of spiritual energy, this should be a really good thing, Li Xiaoyi thought like this.

He closed his eyes, felt the agility of the wind, experienced the vastness of heaven and earth, and was happy in his heart. All of this, at least for now, is what he Li Xiaoyi likes the most, the more certain he is, the more joyful he is!

And on the highest peak of the White Bone Mountain, a woman in a white robe with black hair reaching to the ground, faintly like a reflection in the haze and fog, was looking at him gently.

Reluctance and anger turned into a hoarse roar when the shadow disappeared from sight.

The two headless corpses at her feet, grabbed by her hands, turned around and drifted to the end of the cliff, looking down, and there was no bottom in sight.

It was swarthy, exuding a suffocating yin aura, and the woman's miserable white face still had scorched marks.

Without any hesitation, she turned around and jumped, carrying the two corpses together, swallowed up by the black as ink, and gradually disappeared......

And on the top of a mountain peak not far from Xinghua Town, the sky was low, the cold wind was gusting, and an old man with white hair flying all over the sky looked at the pile of dirt in the hideous thunder of lightning and thunder.

A slender and pale hand hung weakly on the dirt, the old man's steps were slow, his gaze was sometimes angry, sometimes sad.

Until the grave was near, until the sky was raining, his outstretched hand was shaking, caressing the still delicate but cold skin, the old man finally couldn't bear it anymore, looking up to the sky and howling, his voice was full of sad sadness.

"Find out, you must find that bastard, I'm going to kill him alive!" swept away the gloom on his face, and all that was left was the anger like thunder!

"Yes!" the two sword-wielding men replied.

With a shock of one hand, the soil was peeled off, and two complete corpses were presented in front of the old man's eyes, without looking at the male corpse, the old man's gaze stayed on the moment before the woman's death, full of fear and distorted face.

His mouth and nostrils were all damp with dirt, and under the rain at this time, the old man saw bloodshot and frightened eyes.

"Strangled to death!" The old man sneered, under the gaze of the two junior disciples, the old man's laughter continued, and in the last murmur, it was inaudible, but they still heard it: "He actually strangled my daughter to death, strangled to death, my daughter!"

At the same time, on the top of the mountain of Shu Mountain, which was surrounded by a sea of clouds, a handsome young Taoist priest was running towards the main hall of Shu Mountain with an anxious face.

If it weren't for the door rules of the Shushan Sword Sect, in front of the main hall, the elders and the following people were not allowed to walk with the sword, and the young Taoist priest would have already left with the control of the light.

Even so, the red-faced young Taoist priest still attracted countless eyes along the way, because in his hand, a small jade sword was shining like glass.

Everyone recognized it as the Flying Sword.

Could it be that Cheng Gan, that traitor, has already been caught? Everyone who saw it was talking and speculating.

"Xu Yu, why are you so impatient!" At this time, a middle-aged man like a fairy wind and bones happened to come out of the main hall, and happened to see a young Taoist priest in a hurry.

"Uncle Wuchen!" Xu Yu hurriedly saluted.

Although the person in front of him has a young face, he is the real person of Wuchen, the three major rulers of Shushan, who has just successfully crossed the catastrophe two hundred years ago and has become the third real person in Shushan.

In the cultivation world to measure whether a sect has the atmosphere of a great sect, robbing the Fa is the first condition, followed by the number of real-life level cultivators, and finally the history and heritage of the sect.

The reason why the Shushan Sword Sect has been able to suppress the other five major sects in the past few hundred years, and become the leader of the Dao Sect in one fell swoop, is not a joke because of the strength of the three real people who rob the law, plus Shushan was originally based on sword cultivation, and its attacking strength can be called the first Dao Gate in the world.

Regarding the process of realizing the sword of Wuchen, it is a legend in the cultivation world and even its own sect.

In the first three hundred years, he used bamboo as a sword, traveled all over the world, watched the world with one heart, and used red dust as a whetstone to inspire the heart of the Tao and reach the mirror.

In the past two hundred years, with stone as a sword, hidden in the mountains and rivers of Daze, insight into the birth, aging, sickness and death of all things in heaven and earth, in order to grind its nature, solid as a rock, its sword is like a person, restrained in its glory, not fighting for the edge.

After 300 years, take the North Arctic cold light iron and refine it into a sword, the name is said, out of the dust! The edge is like a sword, no longer subtle, six swords cut the catastrophe, sit on the ground and turn the robbery method, some people say, this is the strongest sword in Shu Mountain!

Although Xu Yu is a disciple of the contemporary Shushan Sect of Masters, and his seniority is extremely high, but in the face of Wuchen, he did not dare to be the slightest bit lazy, and hurriedly raised the Transmission Flying Sword in his hand above his head and said, "There is an urgent order to see the real person of the Sect Leader!"

"But what happened to Senior Brother Enlightenment?" Wuchen was quite unimpressed.

Regarding Cheng Qian's betrayal, although he Wuchen doesn't like to take care of the affairs of the family, he also knows a rough idea, after all, this is the second gold medal issued by Shushan in the past few hundred years.

"Uncle Hui, no. Xu Yu hesitated, and just wanted to say more, when a voice suddenly sounded in his ears and said, "Senior brother, Xu Yu, come in and say." ”

Wuchen glanced at Xu Yu, his face did not change, he turned around and walked into the main hall again, as for Xu Yu, he bowed in the direction of the gate, and then hurriedly followed.

In the main hall, there is no imaginary luxury, but it is simple and streamlined, giving people a kind of atmosphere that the immortal Taoist mansion should have.

Sixteen white jade pillars, the general thickness and size of the roots, are engraved with the scenery of the flying immortal horizontal sword in the air.

At the top, there is a white jade statue of the Shushan Kaipai Immortal, which is lifelike, and the breath is like a sword immortal, giving people a feeling of being extremely powerful.

As for the contemporary master of the Shushan Sword Sect, Wushi Zhenren, he sat under the statue of the patriarch.

At this time, Xu Yu hurriedly stepped forward and bowed, raised the end of the transmission flying sword to his head and said, "Teach the master, there is urgent news!"

I didn't see any movement in Wushi, the sound of the flying sword was not in Xu Yu's hand, and when it reappeared, it had already appeared in front of Wushi Zhenren.

Just as the divine thought was swept away, Wushi already knew the information hidden in the flying sword, and couldn't help frowning.

Wu Chen, who knew his senior brother very well, raised his eyebrows and said, "It's a big deal?"

Wushi didn't nod or shake his head, his demeanor had returned to his previous calm demeanor, and he said, "See for yourself." ”

Wuchen did not recall the Flying Sword, but his mind moved, but he suddenly smiled: "Hundred-legged insects, dead but not stiff, interesting, interesting!"

"Hmm!", Wu Shi didn't say much else, but Wu Chen said, "I'm interested in that mountain stream." ”

This time, the corners of Wushi's mouth hooked, and a smile inexplicably appeared: "Rare!"

Wuchen stopped talking, glanced at Xu Yu, and said: "Good material and beautiful jade, it needs to be carved, and jade can't be made without carving!"

After saying this, in Xu Yu's inexplicable moment, Wuchen had already left the hall.

Wushi looked at Wuchen's back and smiled knowingly: "Not bad!"

The next day, the Shushan Sword Sect issued a second fatal gold medal, but it was signed by the contemporary master of the real person, and there were only three words on the back of the gold medal, Li Xiaoyi!

The world was in an uproar, and there were two fatal gold medals in a row, which was something that had never happened in the Shushan Sword Sect in the past thousand years, and the most puzzling thing was, who is this Li Xiaoyi?