Looking up, the shadow of the sword followed the wind, and the white clothes were like snow. —Epigraph.

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The power of the Smoke and Rain Pavilion reached the void in one step, and with the wave of its big sleeves, the scene of the seventh layer of the void was suddenly obscured by a wonderful force.

In the eyes of ordinary mortals, they can only see the white sky, white and red, and only monks above the initial realm can see the battle scene inside.

At this moment, Ban Zhengping was leading the city guards to hurry over, and when he saw that the shocking "hole" in the sky was blocked, he breathed a sigh of relief, and sighed: "At the critical moment, it is still reliable to have a palm!"

"The people of my Nanmu City are simple and simple, and ordinary people have never seen immortals in their lives, let alone powerful and fierce battles. If this "grand scene" is seen today, how can the city be peaceful? How should the old man explain to His Majesty? !"

After that, he turned around and swept away the officers and soldiers whose excitement had halved and their faces were gloomy: "Wait, don't you go and evacuate the people in the alley!"

"No!"

The officers and soldiers took the order and left.

Ban Zhengping looked at the noisy crowd with even more anxiety on his face, a major event that had just happened made him panic and anxious!

Finally, the crowd was a little thin, and he hurriedly led the six guards all the way through the crowd and entered the Yanyu Pavilion alone.

He's going to see someone! Someone who has to be seen.

No one noticed the six guards left at the door of the Smoke and Rain Pavilion, and among them was an unsightly man who was looking at the sky with an oblique saber and a look of mockery and disdain in his eyes.

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It is rumored that many years ago, the Snow Sword Villa was just an ordinary mountain villa, there was an ancient well in the village, the bottom was not visible, and there was a sudden sword roar in the well one day, day after day, the people were difficult to approach the well, and they were horrified to grab the ground with their heads and worship the gods.

It happened that one day, a white-clothed monk traveled here, watched the well, and sat down by the well, waking up to the vicissitudes of life. The original appearance of the mountain village no longer exists, and it has become a towering peak. Then, the white-clothed monk drew his sword and swung it into the sky, three times in a row. The white-clothed Taoist shook his head and sighed after collecting his sword: "Although there are regrets, three swords are enough!"

I saw that the three sword lights pierced the sky from the north of the Tiannan Continent through the extreme south, and then tore through the things, the sword aura was cold and domineering, raging the void and not dispersing, shocking the entire continent!

Since then, the super big Snow Sword Villa has been born! The originator of the mountain has been called Sanxue.

The big peak at the foot of Sanxue Zhenren is naturally named Jingjian Peak, and the other four associated big peaks are, Precepts, Netherworld, Yunkai, and Seeing Snow.

Therefore, the swordsmanship inherited from Jing Jianfeng in Snow Sword Mountain Villa has always been only three styles - Jing Jian Three Styles.

The three styles of the well sword are incomparably powerful, and Dacheng can be invincible in the same realm, and it is rumored that the three styles of the well sword have a fourth style, but no one has practiced them so far, and even the real person in charge has stopped at the peak of the three styles.

As the strongest disciple of the second generation of Snow Sword Villa, the strongest senior brother, and the strongest cultivator in the continent, Bai Duoduo, no one knows what his Jingjian three-style cultivation realm is.

Because since Bai Duoduo's debut, dozens of battles of all sizes have broken the enemy with one sword! Even the last time he flew into the virtual realm with a sword in Yueyang City, the powerful Miao Lixuan's natal magic weapon, Jinguang Tongtianlu, only produced one sword.

It can be seen that it is terrifying and powerful.

But after all, he is a powerful person, and he belongs to the top of the cultivation world on this continent. Can he remain undefeated?

For the first time, the cultivation world paid a lot of attention to this battle, and all the forces were waiting for it, but they didn't expect it, but the result was that they were both disappointed and excited.

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The seventh floor of the Smoke and Rain Pavilion.

Bai Duoduo was dazzling, and the whole person was caged in a terrifying scorching white light, and the peak master sword of Jing Jian Peak had long since disappeared.

"If you don't make a move, you'll die. He said flatly.

"Boy, do you really think that you can cross the border and fight? The old man has not seen it in so many years across the continent! You have nothing to ...... in the terror of the power of the void."

The great power hidden in the shadows has already been frantically using assassination supernatural powers and secret methods, and now he is talking and mocking, while lightning changes his body shape and position, he is looking for an opportunity to prepare for a one-hit kill, to get rid of this boy who doesn't know the height of the sky, what a peerless genius, what invincible in the same realm, he wants to crush them all! But now he was horrified to find that he had no way to start, and his proud assassination supernatural power was actually unable to start with a great monk!

There is no flaw in the other party!

It's simply impossible!

Looking at the growing and scorching white light, he instantly understood, his frightened face was full of wrinkles, and the cruel words in his mouth came to an abrupt end.

Bai Duoduo has been raising swords, starting from entering the Smoke and Rain Pavilion.

What kind of sword is he raising? Naturally, this is the second style of the well sword that no one has seen in hundreds of years!

"The tide is coming!"

Mr. Bai has finally drawn his sword!

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Smoke and rain pavilion, backyard, pavilion and pavilion.

The opening paper of Kyoto Upper Snow City, the hidden dragon pen of Yueyang City, and the Aoki ink of Nanmu City. The best pen, ink, paper, and inkstone in the world rests on a green wood table.

Qian Duoduo held the letter in his left hand and the pen in his right hand, looked at the sky, and looked at the letter.

Suddenly, countless clouds exploded under the sky of Nanmu City, and huge white clouds and black abyssal hollows appeared one after another, shocking people's eyes.

Immediately after, a huge, countless wave surged from the sky, and the black pressed a dark red immortal star that seemed to be able to sweep away the sky!

Wow!

"What's that!" exclaimed!

I saw that the sword qi tide was surging, and the colorful aurora burst out from the edge of the immortal star, and then the void broke inch by inch and rained blood, the scene was unprecedentedly huge!

It all seemed slow but it was swift and blinking.

People were so shocked that they didn't have time to manage the subtle expressions on their faces.

The disciples with low cultivation couldn't see what was going on at all, when did Mr. Bai take out the sword? They only saw the white light blazing, they only saw the sword qi like a cloud, and they only saw the boundless rain of blood sprinkled ...... I couldn't hear the screams.

Like, no one saw Mr. Bai take out his sword.

It seems that no one has seen Mr. Bai take out his sword.

Those swords are in the clouds...... Aurora.

Qian Duoduo held the letter, his body stood straight, and there was a blazing surge in his eyes, he suddenly admired the senior brother!

The senior brother has a total of two swords, just like the two strokes at the beginning of the word "well", as simple and direct, one sword cloud opens, and one sword tide comes, majestic and magnificent.

He is a true monastic genius!

This is not the assessment of the miscellaneous disciples of the Discipline Peak, nor is it the hundreds of thousands of sword styles that are decomposed from the first style of the well sword that the outer disciples of the miscellaneous disciples use at will, but the real two styles.

Two-style killing power!

Qian Duoduo has basically consulted the books of the sect, and there are only a handful of people who can cultivate two styles since the beginning of the record! Even the elders of Jing Jian Peak's back mountain retreat are basically at the peak of the first form, but with their terrifying cultivation, this is enough for them to be proud of their peers. At this time, let alone the senior brother who has cultivated into two styles, how terrifying is that combat power?

Qian Duoduo didn't dare to evaluate, and he wouldn't.

He could only hold up the letter and salute respectfully, and then suddenly waved it in the air.

The content of the letter was short, simple and clear, like this brief encounter in heaven that he could not see.

The battle ended in an instant, and the people didn't even have time to shout and shout, until the clouds parted, and a figure walked out with a long sword.

Dressed in white, handsome.

"Mr. Bai!"

The crowd exclaimed, shouted!

Qian Duoduo put down the letterhead with a smile and rested it on the green wood table, and the white sword light and the colorful aurora struck down in an instant, illuminating the white letterhead.

At this time, the iron pen and silver hook on the letterhead, there are four more words - a word is a certainty!

There were only a few strokes at the beginning of the letter, but the young man clenched his fists and watched for a long time.