Not far from the Lotus Peak in the Pantheon, there is a mountain that towers into the sky.

The mountains are rugged and misty.

A bamboo house, hidden in the clouds.

Tang Zichen was dressed in purple, his figure flashed, and he went up the mountain.

She was obviously extremely fast, but her clothes did not move at all, and the clouds in front of her seemed to make way for her as if she was alive.

Before coming to this bamboo house, she saw the white dress again.

Cold, arrogant, lonely.

This seems to be a common attribute of a top swordsman.

Tang Zichen is both familiar and unfamiliar with this neighbor.

Familiar because in that nebula space, the five people have been together for a long time, and they are very familiar with each other's spiritual qi, and strange because they have never had real communication in reality.

The man in white turned his head and looked at the visitor with a calm look.

The two looked at each other without saying a word.

Slightly silent, Tang Zichen's cold voice penetrated the kind clouds and mist, and it became even more ethereal.

"Did Wu Honghe tell you what he would do to outsiders like you and me when he left this world in the future?"

When the man in white heard this, he said in a low voice, "Wu Honghe, isn't it Dai Daojin?"

None of this matters, he reacted.

He shook his head again and said, "He didn't say anything, and I didn't ask." ”

Tang Zichen frowned, "You believe in him so much?"

The man shook his head again, his voice as indifferent as water, "Ye Gucheng only believes in the sword in his hand in this life, what you are worried about is nothing more than the problem of leaving this world, and you may not need to rely on him." ”

Tang Zichen's eyes flashed slightly, and he silently recited the name Ye Gucheng twice, not knowing why the other party was so confident.

How did she know that the man in front of her was extremely arrogant all his life, but he was also extremely confident and would never rely on others.

And what she didn't know was that the reason why the man in front of her came to this world like her was more by chance.

Tang Zichen didn't think about this for the time being, she came here to refer to the Xuanwu a few days ago.

"Where did that man come from?"

Ye Gucheng knew who she was talking about, and said calmly: "Judging from the breath, there is no direction. ”

Tang Zichen is not strange, he can send a martial artist who points to the Xuan Realm to explore the way, except for those few martial arts holy places, there are only Beimang and the imperial court, she doesn't care about these things, as long as she tells Wu Honghe truthfully when she turns around, he has him to worry about.

Her eyes burned as she looked at the man in white.

"A sword to disperse the soul of the Xuanwu man, there is no external injury, the other party can't even resist at all, Brother Dao is a good method. ”

As the words spoke, the martial arts qi on her body began to surge, rolling up the clouds and mist floating around her.

Although her martial arts path has already gone further and embarked on the path of the soul, the national art is the foundation of her martial arts, and the competitive and ruthless factor in her bones has not subsided.

Ye Gucheng was also a little curious about the only woman among the five, although the heavy qi coming from the other party's body was compelling, he was more concerned about the slightest danger in the other party's spirit.

"Qiang"

Inside the bamboo house, there are black shadows flickering.

A pitch-black sword fell into his hand.

"Boom"

The clouds and mist on the summit platform were stirred and tumbling by a sharp qi machine, and the agitation was endless.

Tang Zichen's eyes froze, and after the man in front of him held the long sword, his temperament changed greatly, in addition to the extremely sharp sharpness, there was also an inexplicable sense of purity, flawless and transparent.

Ye Gucheng's eyes were as black as stars, bright and deep, and his clothes were as white as snow, like flying immortals in the sky.

In his last life, his swordsmanship was like a blue sky and white clouds, flawless and unblemished, but he had a regret, that is, there was dirt in his heart, and if he had dirt in his heart, he also had concern, and with concern, how could that move be perfect, supreme and absolute?

In this life, he doesn't marry, doesn't make friends, has no concerns, and martial arts has changed more extremely with the help of the world's food, I don't know what that trick will look like?

He suddenly felt a little impatient.

"Qiang ......"

The black long sword in his hand seemed to sense the spirit of his master's heart, and he trembled.

Tang Zichen's face calmed down, and the power of his soul poured out, as if the tide was spreading towards the entire peak.

Ye Gucheng's eyes lit up suddenly, and he was extremely dazzling.

"Zheng ......"

The black long sword in his hand did not move, but there seemed to be a crisp sword sound between heaven and earth.

With the spirit in his heart, he pulled out the spiritual intent in his sword.

The majestic spiritual qi of the two began to collide, and the sword qi and strength collapsed.

In Tang Zichen's spiritual perception, a three-foot Qingfeng flew diagonally, like electric light, like a flying rainbow, it was an indescribable rapidity, like a lightning blow, slashing towards his own spirit god.

It's simple, a sword stab.

It is like a sword immortal in the sky, descending immortal punishment, flawless and unblemished, simple and direct.

It was obviously a flawless and transparent sword, but Tang Zichen felt the unparalleled domineering in this sword.

This sword.

Unbreakable.

Can only be resisted.

Tang Zichen seemed to have enlightenment, and the power of his mind was completely released, surging like a tide, wrapping the sword light. At the same time, the martial arts divine soul was ignited with the fire of the spiritual will and turned into a martial arts law that burned and condensed with divine will.

Ye Gucheng Spirit God Gu Jing Wubo, but he was a little surprised that the other party's woman's martial arts divine intent was so domineering, and under the reflection of the spiritual qi, a burning martial arts giant swung a huge fist and slammed into the three-foot misty sword light.

"Boom"

The clash of gods and spirits ****** the streamer burst into the outside world, and the surging qi of the two completely shattered the clouds and mist of the heaven and earth on the peak, and the golden sunlight in the sky was sprinkled.

Slowly.

The turbulent qi gradually subsided, and the peak returned to calm.

Ye Gucheng stroked the black long sword in his hand, and his eyes were slightly dim like a cold star.

Tang Zichen's eyes were tired, his face was calm, he was silent for a long time, and asked softly, "Does this sword have a name?"

Ye Gucheng looked at the clouds and mist that had gathered again, turned around and walked towards the bamboo house.

"Flying immortals out of the sky. ”

......

The junction of Beimang and Beiliang.

There are 300,000 soldiers in Beimang, and the line of troops stretches for dozens of miles, and the black pressure is overwhelming, almost boundless, and when you look at it from a distance, it seems that the dark clouds in the sky have touched the ground, and people are breathless.

On the Beiliang side, 250,000 cavalry are waiting for the day.

In the big tent, Xu Xiao and Li Yishan sat opposite each other.

Xu Xiao raised his eyes and looked ahead, as if he saw Beimang's army, and said worriedly: "Yuanying, what the hell is this Tuoba child doing, fighting and not fighting, withdrawing and not withdrawing, this day people eat horses and chew every day, doesn't it cost money?"

Li Yishan smiled bitterly, although he was as deep as the sea, he was a little incomprehensible to that Beimang military god at the moment.

The other party has 300,000 soldiers for half a month, but he has no intention of attacking, and he doesn't know what his plan is.

......

In the tent of Beimangshuai, Tuoba Bodhisattva sat on the main seat with his eyes closed, his face calm.

In the tent not far from him, several more generals were talking.

Antu looked anxious and said in a sullen voice, "What is the general waiting for? Why do you have to wait for three days?"

Gao Long also frowned, but he still reprimanded: "The general's god-like character, what you think and think is what you can guess, even Your Majesty doesn't ask much, what are you talking about, just be honest and obey orders." ”

Three days are fleeting.

Tuoba Bodhisattva walked out of the tent, and two rows of generals waited outside the tent.

He looked at the direction of Kunlun Mountain, his expression was thoughtful, Cang Lixing seemed to have lost his life in Kunlun Mountain.

Tuoba Bodhisattva's eyes flashed, and he became a little interested.

pressed his mind, turned his head to look at the generals, since the soldiers and horses have arrived, let's fight.

"Beat the drums, gather the troops. ”

"An hour later, attack. ”