The cold wind is cold, the twilight is heavy, and the twilight river reflects the gloomy gray sky, adding a bit of gloom. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 infoThe woods on both sides of the river have long since withered, and only the black branches remain, standing with teeth and claws in the twilight, like eerie demons.

After a while, a glimmer of light suddenly appeared on the river surface in the distance, and it came quickly. The faint light was blue, darker, almost cyan ink, glowing dimly in the dark sky, almost blending with the evening sky. This is a long sword light, the whole body is blue-black, the sword body is clear and transparent, like a silent flowing river, although the light is dim, but it is very pure, without a trace of mixed color.

Above the sword light, a man leaned on his sword and knelt half-there.

The man looked rather embarrassed, his hair was scattered in front of his head, covering most of his face, and he was wearing a dirty and shabby sword robe - the sword robe should be black on a white background, but because it was so shabby, the black on it had faded so badly that it was almost as white as the bottom, and there were large patches of blood in front of the placket. The man was extremely thin, thin like a bamboo pole, and the wide sword robe was draped over him like a rag, swaying and fluttering in the wind.

At this time, a purple sword light suddenly appeared in the back, the purple sword light was like a line of purest purple glow in the dim twilight, and next to the purple sword light, there was also a dark yellow light, and the two rays of light were coming rapidly in this direction. As the two rays of light approached, a deep and calm voice came from the purple sword light: "Song Mingting, you have nothing to retreat, just grab it." ”

The purple sword light quickly approached, revealing the face of the man on the sword. The man's complexion is slightly dark, his thick eyebrows are like ink, his face is resolute, he has a tiger's back and a bee's waist, and he is dressed neatly, and his yellow robe is embroidered with mountains, rivers and rivers.

The black-robed young man's name is Lu Chengzong, a disciple of Taishang Sect.

The yellow figure beside Lu Chengzong was a tall god. The god man is like a cast of light, exuding a yellow light all over his body, wearing a helmet and armor, only revealing a pair of eyes on his body, holding a long stick, carving mountain patterns, the pattern is natural and natural, as if the mountains in the world are shrinking. The end is a divine light, heroic and abnormal!

This is Lu Chengzong's protector god, called "Fuyue", ranked twelfth among the one hundred and eight protector gods of Taishangzong, and it is an extremely powerful deity.

Seeing that Song Mingting did not respond, Lu Chengzong's indifferent face frowned slightly, and then said expressionlessly: "In this case, then I can only take you down, please be careful." ”

The next moment, a little purple light suddenly erupted from the twilight like the rising sun. The dark color receded, and the dazzling purple light illuminated half of the sky in an instant, and in the thin purple mist, the flying sword under Lu Chengzong's feet suddenly soared to a hundred zhang, and it slammed out like lightning. The bright purple light rushed like lightning, and in an instant, it crossed a distance of more than ten miles and slashed towards Song Mingting.

Seeing that he was about to be buried under the sword light, the backwater sword under Song Mingting's feet suddenly burst out with an astonishing light, and instantly skyrocketed to a hundred zhang long.

Suddenly, the sky seemed to turn blue and ink. With the surge of the sword light of the back water sword, the originally calm river surface under Song Mingting's feet suddenly rose up - as if a peak suddenly surged between the flat land, the peaks and peaks were like gathering, and the waves were like anger, and in an instant, the immeasurable river water rose from the ground, turning into a huge water peak and crashing towards the purple sword light that slashed down from the sky.

On the surface of the river, the river water gathered like a mountain collided with the purple sword light that was hundreds of zhang long, and the water peak exploded from top to bottom, and hundreds of millions of tons of river water lost its supporting strength in an instant and collapsed. However, Shui Feng was slashed by a sword, but the purple sword light was not unscathed, and after a blow, the strength was exhausted, and the hundred-zhang long sword light suddenly faded, leaving only the body of the flying sword, and the three-foot purple mang circled in the air and flew back to Lu Chengzong's side.

The strong air wave set off by the huge wave swept across with a large amount of water vapor, and the long hair in front of Song Mingting's forehead was lifted, revealing his face.

It is a weathered face, vicissitudes, numbness, dead silence. There was also a hideous and terrifying scar on this weather-beaten and lifeless face, which was a sword scar. The scar started from Song Mingting's left eyebrow bone and ended with his right mandible, crossing Song Mingting's entire face, almost ruining his appearance.

The next moment, Song Mingting moved again, but when Song Mingting continued to fly forward, Fu Yueshen had already killed him like a dark yellow meteor. Fuyue God quickly caught up with Song Mingting, and then picked up his stick and swung it violently. The next moment, a huge stick shadow more than 100 zhang long appeared on the surface of the river, and the stick shadow was like a continuous mountain range, slamming down with earth-shattering power.

At this moment, a terrifying sword intent rose from Song Mingting's body again. The next moment, I saw him gasp suddenly, and then he threw out the snow-colored long sword in his hand.

The next moment, the snow-colored sword light began to skyrocket, and in an instant it skyrocketed to a hundred zhang long, what kind of sword light was this! As if a scroll of paintings had been intercepted in winter, the scrolls unfolded horizontally, and the thousands of mountains in the painting were covered with snow, and the sky and the earth were pure white, with only sporadic ink color.

The sword light collided with the stick shadow, and both of them fell apart, and under the huge impact, the wide river surface was almost cut off.

At this time, Lu Chengzong had already caught up again, he glanced at the snow-white sword light, and a trace of jealousy flashed in his eyes: it was the Great Snow Sword, and it was a top-level Dao weapon. When he was chasing Song Mingting before, he had learned its power countless times.

At this time, the Great Snow Sword once again burst out with amazing light, and fiercely killed Lu Chengzong. The surface of the river froze rapidly, and the sky began to fall with goose feathers and snow.

Lu Chengzong said to the Fuyue God on the side: "Fuyue, help me protect the Fa." ”

"Yes. Fuyue Shen's jaw answered, and his voice was like Huang Zhong Dalu.

Lu Chengzong stopped talking, and as soon as he touched his waist, there was a small and delicate red copper kettle in his hand. This copper kettle is no more than the size of a palm, the shape is like a lifelike bird, the beak of the finch corresponds to the spout, the copper kettle is incomparably finely forged, and every feather is visible.

This is the Fire Sparrow Pot, which is the highest quality magic weapon on his body, although it is a little worse than the Great Snow Sword, but it is also a high-grade Dao weapon.

On the other side, the sword light of the Great Snow Sword was divided into countless paths in an instant, and thousands of sword lights together almost illuminated half of the night sky, and they all blasted towards Lu Chengzong.

Fu Yueshen's face was serious, his momentum sank, and then he suddenly slashed forward with a stick, and in an instant, hundreds of stick shadows were picked out.

The sword light in the sky and the shadow of the stick collided together, producing an earth-shattering movement, which instantly made a large part of the river disappear, and the trees on both sides of the river were not spared, almost being swept out and falling in pieces in the violent air waves.

In such a fierce confrontation with the bottle, Lu Chengzong was immovable, he held the fire bird pot, held the magic trick in his hand, his lips and teeth moved, and quickly recited the magic trick. Soon the turfinch pot quickly grew in size and flew out at the same time.

The birds chirped, and one after another golden-red three-legged birds flew out of the beak and rushed towards Song Mingting, which had become overwhelming in the blink of an eye. The fiery red light suddenly illuminated both sides of the riverbank, and under the blazing heat, the river water below began to evaporate rapidly.

The scorching waves were rolling, and in the face of the overwhelming three-legged firesparrow, Song Mingting still looked unfazed and indifferent, and he quickly pinched a few sword tricks. The next moment, a terrifying coercion rose from the sword light.

In an instant, thousands of mountains and birds flew away, and thousands of people disappeared.

The pure white snow scene suddenly descended on the surface of the river, enveloping Lu Chengzong, Fuyue God and the overwhelming three-legged fire sparrow, and the river surface within a radius of more than ten miles began to freeze rapidly.

Suddenly shrouded in this snowy scene, Lu Chengzong's face changed suddenly-this is the Dao method attached to the Great Snow Sword, and it is also the strongest attack of the Great Snow Sword.

"Don't you want to die, at this time, you still dare to activate the power of the Heavenly Dao on the Great Snow Sword?"

Song Mingting was silent, and after the heavy snow scene fell, he beckoned his hand and beckoned the heavy snow sword back, and then the sword light under his feet urged him to shoot forward. Seeing this, Lu Chengzong stopped talking nonsense, and his eyes became indifferent in an instant—the things that belonged to human nature faded in an instant, and were replaced by boundless indifference overlooking all beings.

"All laws are one, Taishang forgets his feelings!" A proverb spat out from Lu Chengzong's mouth, and with this proverb, a coercion above all living beings suddenly rose. In an instant, the aura on Lu Chengzong's body was several times stronger. Then he reached out to the fire sparrow pot a little expressionlessly, and the next moment, the fire bird pot suddenly shone brightly, and a bright fire appeared in the snowy region, turning into a huge fire sparrow, wrapping Lu Chengzong in it - it was thousands of fire sparrows.

When Lu Chengzong was trying his best to break the obstacle of the Great Snow Sword Dao Method. On the other side, Song Mingting, who was galloping, suddenly stopped, and then, an astonishing murderous aura suddenly erupted from his body, he stared at the woods on the shore, and his cold gaze was almost about to burst out through the wetness covering his forehead. The next moment, he pinched a few sword tricks like lightning, and without warning, he burst out.

The blue sword light shot out like lightning towards the woods on the riverbank. The sword aura was vigorous, and the sword light instantly differentiated into hundreds of thousands of paths, with a heavy dew, and blasted towards the woods with earth-shattering momentum, and where it passed, the air instantly frosted.

This is the Hanlu Sword, which belongs to the same set of flying swords as the Great Snow Sword, and it is also a top-level Dao weapon!

At this time, a sky-high blue light suddenly lit up in the woods on the shore, and the blue light bloomed like a lotus. The next moment, the woods exploded violently, thousands of white sword lights rushed out of the woods, and rushed to the river in the blink of an eye, thousands of sword lights collided together, and in an instant, the sword lights scurried, the sword qi was everywhere, and the two waves of sword light were like two torrents, and after the collision, they grinded away the woods on the shore.

A cold snort came from the bank of the river, and a middle-aged Taoist stepped out of his sword: "I didn't expect that you, a little beast, would have such a keen spiritual sense in this situation, it is really a hundred-legged insect that dies but does not stiffen!"

This person is about forty years old, with a gloomy appearance, cold eyes, and a dark blue flame that emits wisps of falling rain all around his body. A pair of narrow eyes stared at the tattered young man who vomited blood and flew back, with a fierce killing intent in his eyes, cold as a snake.

This person is a real person covered with rain, the Supreme Elder of the Shooting Tide Sword Pavilion!

Song Mingting looked at the rain-covered real person who came from the imperial sword, and his eyes also burst out with a fierce killing intent.

Covering the rain real person wears a sea blue swordsman suit, the robe is embroidered with dark cyan waves, and there are two swords on his back, one of which has a blue and black scabbard, black as the base, and is engraved with the pattern of the flying dragon breaking the waves. The other scabbard is blue and white, with azure as the bottom, engraved with white clouds, in the form of flying flocculents, and this sword is still left in the scabbard.

In the sky, two sword lights confronted each other from afar, the cold on the river surface was like dew, like the cold dew condensing, revealing the cool chill of early autumn, and the cold air emitted had extended to hundreds of zhang away, and the heavy dew was shrouded in the sky above the river. The sword light on the river bank is as blue as the sea, like a pool of blue water, and the sword light is raining lightly around it.

On the banks of the river, there are two completely different weathers.