The ancestor on the mountain, Xu Lian, has already picked up the old thing of the ancient sword again, although he has not yet gone down the mountain, but he has already been a sword qi bullfighting, this momentum is the atmosphere that can only be had by a swordsman who has really become a climate, if it is based on the sword predecessor who was proficient in poetry many years ago, if it is to some such as "the sword is used by a husband, and the book can know the name" This kind of poetry wants to describe the style of the swordsman, but the predecessor of the sword, the sword cultivation is really average, although the poetry is very good, but it does not make many people feel admiration, there was a sword fairy who has already sat in the clouds and said with a smile, if his sword cultivation can have half of the power of the poem, I don't know how many more supporters there are in this mountain and river.

Xu Lin was not in a hurry to go down the mountain, nor was he in a hurry to pay attention to the things under the mountain, but he was accumulating momentum, he had not come out of the sword for decades, and now if he wants to make a sword, he must die with the strongest sword in this body, otherwise how can he stop the viewer.

Before the broken temple, the statues of Liu Yibai and Xie Lu were already full of cracks, but Liu Yibai didn't care at all, he stood in front of the broken temple, his sword intent climbed to the peak, the whole person was full of energy, and when he held down the weeds around his waist, there was a sound of sword sound from time to time.

He looked at his junior sister Xie Lu beside him, and laughed, "Senior sister, this sword is definitely the strongest sword in my life, senior brother, it's really happy." ”

Xie Lu nodded and said softly: "Senior Brother Liu's sword qi is comparable to Sword Immortal Liu Xiang." ”

This sentence, whether true or not, can be regarded as a great affirmation of Liu Yibai.

Being able to compare it with the Sword Immortal Willow Lane, which was proud of the mountains and rivers with its sword spirit, is a good thing in any case.

Liu Yibai smiled, and was very useful to the little junior sister.

He turned his head to Xie Lu and smiled and spoke, "I used this last sword as a gift to Fuyao, what does the little junior sister think?"

Xie Lu nodded, "Although it still seems that Senior Brother is a little unhappy, it is also excellent." ”

Liu Yibai was noncommittal, just walked out of the broken temple, and suddenly said loudly: "Li Fuyao, take care of this sword, the last sword that your uncle and I left you, take care of it with your heart." ”

Li Fuyao, who was pondering the sword competition with his ancestor before the deduction, suddenly raised his head and looked at the broken temple.

Liu Yibai, who was dressed in green clothes, the weeds on his waist were unsheathed, and the sword qi in front of the temple was broken in an instant, Liu Yibai smiled, swept out in one step, brought up the boundless sword qi, and swept down the mountain.

Li Fuyao frowned, ran a few steps forward, and quickly closed his eyes.

Look at this sword with your heart.

Although he still didn't know who the sword was aimed at.

The swordsman Liu Yibai went down the mountain in a mighty way.

After Li Fuyao closed his eyes, he only felt a bright light in front of him, and at the same time, something seemed to be floating around him, and he wanted to reach out to grab it, but he might not be able to grasp it.

But it felt foggy, but it was there.

This was done by Liu Yibai on purpose.

After Liu Yibai went down the mountain, Xie Lu, who was holding the peach blossom in his arms, walked a few steps, came to Li Fuyao's side, stood with the young man for a while, and compared the height of the young man now, she clearly remembered that he was about the same height as her when he went up the mountain, but now he is half a head taller than her, so that when he speaks, Xie Lu has to raise his head slightly.

Xie Lu gestured with his hand, and suddenly whispered softly in Li Fuyao's ear, "Little guy, Uncle Shi has gone down the mountain, you will go alone in the future, remember to take care of yourself no matter what, if you can really become that kind of sword immortal one day, remember not to forget to mention the name of your Uncle Liu, he is a very stingy person, by the way, Uncle Shi will ask you again, which is the most beautiful woman you have ever seen in your life?"

Li Fuyao closed his eyes to look at the sword, and did not open his mouth to answer.

Therefore, Xie Lu just laughed to himself: "Then when you assume that Uncle Shi is the most beautiful woman you have ever seen in the world." ”

"One last thing, Li Fuyao, after you see your master Chen Sheng, remember to take out a sword for me and tell him that if you miss Xie Lu, you will miss the best woman in the world!"

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After saying this, Xie Lu suddenly turned his head to look at Ye Shengge, and said a word to this Dao Seed, who stood up, thought for a moment, and finally nodded.

Xie Lu was satisfied.

After turning her head, she went down the mountain with her sword.

Walking unusually freely.

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On the door dust mountain road, the master walked up the mountain for a few steps, and then felt a fierce sword aura rushing to his face in front of the door, this sword, not to mention the sword intent, just talking about the sword qi, it is enough to be regarded as the second sharp sword he has ever seen in his life.

As for the first sword, it was naturally the sword that came out when Chao Qingqiu climbed the Shen Sloping Mountain.

That sword, although it was not Chao Qingqiu's efforts, but a sword immortal, if he was really willing to use his sword against these mountain monks, no matter what, it was not a trivial matter.

Back then, that sword made the Taoist priests of Shen Xieshan Mountain dare not breathe.

Now this sword, although the sword qi is still fierce, but compared to that sword, it is still far behind, although there is also a realm, but most of them also have the kendo attainments of the two, not on the same line.

When it comes to kendo, a lot of times, it's not really about the realm.

Liu Yibai's sword, like a spring weed, although it is not as bright and cute as a flower, it is still vigorous and tenacious.

There is already a colorful river in front of the viewer, blocking this sword.

But the sharpness of this sword still surprised the viewer.

As soon as the sword qi met this colorful river, it had already shocked this long river to boil, and the viewer stood with his hands in his hands, and said calmly: "Your sword, the sword qi is fierce, and the rest of the things are not good, but this is just one, it is already good." ”

Liu Yibai laughed and advanced with his sword.

The sword aura became more and more powerful.

But his clothes were also in tatters, and there were many large and small cuts.

The viewer stretched out his hand and pushed forward, and the colorful river flowed slowly.

The weeds held by Liu Yibai finally came into contact with this colorful river.

The weeds and the colorful river met, Liu Yibai handed the sword forward with a cold face, this weed did not have the slightest arc, after Liu Yibai's tiger's mouth broke, the whole sword broke inch by inch, and it turned out to be a character that would rather bend.

The expression of the contemplator remains the same.

Liu Yibai died calmly.

The strongest sword in his life has come out, and it is in vain.

The viewer said softly, "Why bother. ”

It's too late to sigh.

The next sword, from Xie Lu.

This female swordsman who is a swordsman with a broken temple on the mountain is like a bright moon in the sky, like a peach blossom in front of her, and like a light snow yesterday.

It's dazzling.

The viewer responded calmly, drove the colorful river to stop these dazzling sword moves, and waited until he saw the sword in Xie Lu's hand clearly, and then smiled a little helplessly: "Shengge, this child, can give anything away." ”

Xie Lu didn't pay attention to these things, and just handed out sword after sword.

As for the end, it was still pierced by the colorful river.

Xie Lu smiled helplessly, folding his sword and this.

The mentality of the master is normal, these two people are considered brilliant swordsmen, but in fact, they are not very powerful, and they are in front of him Liang Yi.

Today's Sword Mountain, the strongest sword still has to come from that old ancestor.

The Lord knows this all too well.

So he kept walking.

In the ruined temple at the foot of the mountain, after the two statues were shattered, the entire ruined temple collapsed with a bang.

Since then, there have been no three uncles at the foot of the mountain, and this broken temple that Li Fuyao has never entered.

Before Li Fuyao opened his eyes, he was already in tears.

He turned his head suddenly, looked at Ye Shengge, and asked, "Who is coming up the mountain?"

Although Ye Shengge didn't have a good impression of this young swordsman, he still said patiently: "My master, Liang Yi, the master of Shen Xieshan Mountain. ”

He didn't say anything about the fact that he was the first person in the Dao Sect under the sage, obviously because he was afraid of scaring Li Fuyao.

Li Fuyao was silent for a long time and asked a question, "What did he do when he came up to the mountain?"

Ye Shengge tilted his head, "Maybe I just want to go up the mountain to see the scenery." ”

Li Fu's brows furrowed deeply, he took out the green silk in the sword box, and asked softly, "I want to fight with you, how about it?"

Ye Shengge was not stupid in the first place, looking at Li Fuyao's appearance, he only thought about what he was going to do for a moment, "If you want to be angry?"

Li Fuyao didn't answer this question, but just asked, "Do you want to fight?"

Ye Shengge originally wanted to refuse, but remembering what Xie Lu said to her before, she laughed softly: "I'm going to beat you into a pig's head." ”

Li Fuyao was noncommittal, holding his sword and waiting for him.

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At the bottom of the cliff of Jianshan Mountain, in the bamboo house, the sword three taels of the sword fairy willow lane and the sword scabbard four or two were playing against each other, and the three taels in gray robes were suddenly extremely annoyed, and the four taels were slightly frowning, obviously not in a good mood.

Sanliang said coldly: "If Liu Xiang is still there, this little Taoist priest, I won't even need a sword to cut off his past and present lives." ”

Siliang did not dismantle the stage this time, and echoed: "No one can afford your sword." ”

Sanliang said angrily: "Where did Chao Qingqiu go, when did Jianshan provoke these people at will?!"

Siliang was silent, although the two of them were under the cliff, they actually knew very well about the things on the mountain, and knew what the situation of Sword Mountain was now, so they only complained a little now, but it was definitely not without any psychological preparation.

Three-by-two overturned the chessboard and got up angrily, "Fuck, fuck, fuck!"

He scolded three times in a row, which shows how resentful he really is in his heart.

The chess pieces rolled off the chessboard, ticking and rolling around in the bamboo hut, a mess.

Siliang bent down to pick up those black and white chess pieces, she didn't say a word, but her mood was not calm.

Sanliang, who was dressed in a gray robe, suddenly spoke: "I'm going to Sword Mountain." ”

Siliang turned his head and asked suspiciously, "How did you go up?"

Sanliang said angrily: "Climb up!"

This time, Siliang really didn't pay attention to him anymore.

After packing up the chess pieces, Siliang sat back in his original position, reviewed the game of chess with his memory, and then said without being salty: "Someone wanted to take you up before, but you didn't want to, and now you want to go up, what's the use, you can't go up." ”

Three or two sat back in place, with a strange expression and a solemn expression.

The two stopped talking nonsense and just started playing the game again.

After a long time, Sanliang said softly: "One day, I want these Taoist priests to know that between heaven and earth, the last thing to provoke is our stupid swordsmen!"

Siliang knew that when Sanliang, who was not excited, said these words, the more he seemed to have that idea.

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Before the viewer was about to walk to the top of Menchen Mountain, an old Confucian came down the mountain with a bookcase on his back, and when he passed by the viewer, the old Confucian angrily pointed at the viewer and scolded: "Liang Yi, you really deserve to be called your own demeanor!"

The viewer ignored it, and just looked at the mountain, where there was a sword intent, which became more and more terrifying.

Behind the contemplator, a bright moon gradually arises.

This is to do it with all your might.

The old Confucian said in a deep voice: "Liang Yi, do you have to go up the mountain?"

The viewer smiled calmly, "Naturally. ”

The old Confucian shook his head, "Then pass the old man's level first!"

The Guan Lord's expression was as usual, but he pointed to the distance and said calmly: "I'm afraid that one doesn't want to." ”

The old Confucian raised his head, feeling the increasingly strong sword intent, and frowned and scolded: "The old man doesn't know what to do!"

The viewer passed over him, didn't talk nonsense, but just went up the mountain.

It's just that the sword finally "came belatedly"

The bright moon behind him, the long river in front of him, greeted this sword.

The white-haired Xu Lonely, carrying old things, crashed into the master on the mountain road, and his sword aura was majestic.

The Guan Lord's expression finally fluctuated a little, and he said softly: "Xu Lian, how is this sword compared to the sword you used to kill me in Shen Xishan Keqing back then?"

Xu Xiao was condescending and laughed heroically, "This sword is naturally a little stronger than the sword of the day." ”

The viewer frowned, "How much?"

Xu Lin replied with a sword, "A few points are enough!"

The sword qi on the mountain road was great, and the trees on both sides were disturbed by the sword qi, like a strong wind blowing, causing countless trees on both sides of the mountain road to be cut off.

The old ancestor Xu Lin has studied the way of the sword for many years, and the realm is no longer comparable to ordinary people, so this sword, no one can find any fault, even if it is the master, there is no way to avoid it, and can only resist hard.

Therefore, this colorful river met this sword.

The colorful river is finally not as strong as before, and after a sword, it didn't take much advantage, and the viewer even took half a step back.

It's just that the bright moon behind him is getting brighter and brighter.

The contemplator's hands are sealed, and words are in his mouth.

The colorful long river is full of light, it is actually an old sword that is more full of sword body and sword energy, Xu Lian's expression remains unchanged, it is still a sword handed out, and the sword light flashes, but unfortunately he was not able to cut off the head of the viewer, but it just made the viewer frown.

These two people, one is the ancestor of Jianshan, and the other is the first person in the Dao Sect, in comparison, they have not yet decided the winner.

If this is put outside, I don't know how many monks will remember the power of these swordsmen again.

The old ancestor couldn't make a sword, and after taking two steps back, he suddenly swung out a second sword.

This time, on the sword body, all the green qi was entangled, and the rest of the monks were afraid that they would die if they were next to each other.

But this sword slashed at the colorful river, only temporarily slowing down the flow of the river.

The bright moon behind the viewer was bright, illuminating people who couldn't open their eyes.

Xu Xiao looked up with a calm expression.

Whether a sword can be made or not, in fact, I already have an idea in my heart, but whether I can produce a sword or not is an extremely important thing in the end.

Sword Mountain is not to be humiliated.

If there are countless sword sect sword sects in the world, this sword mountain will be climbed by the master, it can probably be said that the master has climbed this mountain but not all the swordsmen in the world are pressed under his feet, but now, the place where the swordsmen are inherited, such a place, how can the master be allowed to go up the mountain?

Xu Lin smiled helplessly, if it was back then, if it was back then.

If it was back then, where would the current situation happen.

It's just not the same time.

The old ancestor said coldly: "Liang Yi, even if you climb this mountain today, there will always be a day when a swordsman will walk on your Shenxian Mountain. ”

The viewer's expression was flat, "Maybe there will be, but it won't be you." ”

Xu Lin frowned, "Back then, my swordsman thought that killing people was the first in the world, and now although it is in decline, it is naturally not bad to use a sword, and it is not difficult to kill people." ”

The expression of the Lord has always remained the same, he does not have the intention of killing, but this journey, after walking, only seeks one purpose, that is, to make all the swordsmen in this world have no more energy.

Only a moment later, he suddenly frowned and looked up, the sky was clear, and there was no one in sight, but the bright moon became a little dim.

After a while, a voice came from afar, "Liang Yi, you really think that you are the first in this world, and you are not afraid that Chao will go up the Shenxian Mountain again and cut off your Taoism?"

Liang Yi looked calm, "If the sword immortal is willing to put down his face, I, Liang, will naturally wait for him." ”

Chao Qingqiu's voice was erratic, "No matter what, if you want to go to Sword Mountain, then Chao will kill a saint today." ”

This sentence was earth-shattering, like a boulder rolling down a river, causing countless waves.

Liang Yi was originally in the ancient well, but after a while, he looked at the sky in the distance and a colorful scene appeared, with a huge yellow crane soaring into the sky.

Liang was also silent, and it was said on the three thousand scrolls of the Heavenly Tower, that the immortals rode cranes and sat on the clouds, and now there are no immortals in the mountains and rivers, and the nature of those who can sit in the clouds is just a saint.

The saint who rides the crane, except for the one who comes from Taoism, really has no other possibilities.

What Liang Yi couldn't see was that at the lower end of the yellow crane, there was a white-robed man, who climbed to the sky with a sword, and his sword aura was rolling, so that the white clouds around him were wandering around.

Walking into the air, the white-robed man said in a cold tone, "Du Gong, are you going to die for your disciple today?"

Among the mountains and rivers, the only person who dares to call the saint by his name is Chao Qingqiu.

The middle-aged Taoist sitting on the back of the yellow crane had a calm expression, holding a pair of Qiankun gossip mirrors.

Looking at Chao Qingqiu, he just said indifferently: "Today, you will die and I will die, there is no conclusion." ”

Chao Qingqiu didn't speak, just the long sword on his waist was unsheathed, just a sword, and before he could swing it, he had already seen a towering giant sword formed within a radius of thousands of miles, and the sword qi on the sword body was rolling, just making people feel frightened just by looking at it.

Although Chao Qingqiu said that he had fought with two big demons one after another, he was not afraid of the Taoist saints who were in their heyday.

He stood in mid-air, his expression indifferent, and the countless stars in his eyes were bright and extinguished.

If anyone else saw this scene, they would know that this sword immortal was really angry.

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