In Whitefish Town, heavy snow is falling.

This battlefield, which was constructed by the monks and swordsmen of the three sects, never disturbed the ordinary people.

Under the arrangement of the monks of the three sects, these people did not know what was going on in Whitefish Town, if it weren't for that, if they saw such a horrific scene, they were afraid that they would be scared to death at that time.

Up and down the mountain, to put it bluntly, there are two worlds.

When Li Changgu stepped on the tower, and then came to Baiyu Town from Luoyang City, there was one more swordsman in Baiyu Town here.

Among these swordsmen, the first to disappear was not others, but the grass and the couple.

Cao Wanqing has been able to exist in this world for many years, not for anything else, just to take another look at Wei Chunzhi, and now in order to take a second look at Wei Chunzhi, after pouring all those remaining sword qi into the grass Qingqing, it can no longer be said that it is a climber, Chao Qingqiu's wisp of sword qi gave Wei Chunzhi half an hour, and let Wei Chunzhi kill a climber, but this hour is fleeting, and soon Wei Chunzhi will disappear.

He carried his sword and stood in the clouds, looking at Gui Jin, who was already seriously injured, with a calm expression.

Gui Jin's current demeanor is really miserable, one of her arms was cut off by Wei Chunzhi's sword, and there are two deep wounds on her lower abdomen, each of which will put her in a more troublesome situation.

In fact, what she didn't understand was not why she was cut off by this person, nor why there were two wounds left on her lower abdomen, but why Wei Chunzhi could still kill her with a sword, but why she stopped.

Only those two wounds, which were not fatal, were left.

In this battle, he teamed up with the other one who climbed the stairs, but Wei Chunzhi beheaded one person by himself, and seriously injured her, so that her natal cinnabar was completely broken, so that she no longer had any combat power, and she lost an arm.

Wei Chunzhi's figure began to fade, he stared at Gui Jin, and said with a smile: "If you don't leave, you will really die here." ”

Gui Jin looked up at Wei Chunzhi, knowing that this person would soon dissipate into the world, but even so, she had no doubt at all that if this climbing swordsman had a heart, a sword would pierce her chest a moment later.

She has now lost her combat power, no matter if she stays here, or whether she is lucky to live, it is destined to have little impact on the future battle situation, and it can even be said that it has no impact at all, perhaps because of this, Wei Chunzhi chose to spare her life.

Gui Jin's expression was complicated, her face was a little inexplicable, and after a while, she bowed heavily to Wei Chunzhi, took a talisman, and pasted it on her body, and after a while, white light appeared, and Gui Jin disappeared.

Wei Chunzhi stretched out his hand to pick up the grass and get green, and then said with a gentle look in his eyes: "There is still a quarter of an hour, what else do you want to see?"

Cao Wanqing said softly: "Just want to see you, it's enough, don't think about anything else." ”

Wei Chunzhi smiled mellowly, pulled her to walk a few steps in the clouds, and said with an indifferent smile: "If you and I don't practice swords, but are monks of the Three Sects, maybe we will live very comfortably." ”

Cao Qingqing retorted: "It's not interesting. ”

Wei Chunzhi laughed, he looked up at the battlefields everywhere, and said seriously: "I have always felt that my Wei Chunzhi's talent among the swordsmen of the same generation should not be the first but also the second, now it seems that the whole picture of the mountains and rivers cannot be known, but now, I can't accompany you to fight together, Wei Chunzhi, go first." ”

The sound was not loud, but it still spread throughout Whitefish Town.

No one answered.

Wei Chunzhi carried the grass and grew green, and laughed softly: "The last sword, Wei Chunzhi is ugly." ”

Cao Wanqing looked at Wei Chunzhi with a smile on his face.

Zhou Qing slashed the one who climbed the stairs opposite with a sword, and said with a hearty smile: "Brother Wei just shines the sword." ”

Wei Chunzhi nodded, didn't say much, just handed out a sword.

This is his last sword on earth.

The sword light appeared in the clouds, dazzling to the extreme, and as the sword was handed out, Wei Chunzhi walked into the sword light, smiling unabated.

Cao Wanqing followed him into the sword light, and the two smiled and went to Huangquan together.

A voice came from the clouds, "Hate only hate, not born six thousand years ago." ”

I'm afraid this sentence is what countless swordsmen who are expected to go to the sea think, if this was six thousand years ago, as long as you were strong enough to walk into the sea, no one would ever stop you, but now, the swordsman is in the same vein, and if he wants to get out of the second sea, in addition to the limitation of talent, the most is other reasons, such as this world.

At the same time that Wei Chunzhi's sword was handed out, a sword roar sounded all over Baiyu Town.

One after another.

There is a sword harmony.

It is also a farewell.

Countless monks are ugly, after this battle, the three sects have already killed five or six climbers, and the swordsman here is in the same vein, but he has only killed one in the battle, and he is just a climber who is presented in the world in the left way.

No matter what the monks of the three sects thought of the swordsman before, there is one thing that will definitely be clear to people after today, that is, after today, the three sects will definitely have an intuitive understanding of the combat power of the swordsman.

What the hell is going on in this world.

What kind of existence is a swordsman?

Wei Chunzhi swept through the clouds with a sword, went to the top of a certain mountain, and bombarded a certain monk who had not yet made a move.

The monk who climbed the tower looked up, and the majestic sword aura carried by the dazzling sword light made his face pale, Wei Chunzhi's sword was not easy to take.

If you don't pay attention, you will be seriously injured.

If you are a little unlucky, you may be killed on the spot.

The majestic sword qi came from the clouds.

Like a sword light.

The monk who climbed the tower had already sacrificed his natal magic weapon, and he had already put all the magic weapons in his hand in front of him, hoping to stop this sword, but in fact, when the majestic sword qi came to him, the monk who climbed the tower suddenly understood that everything he thought about had no effect.

The majestic sword qi directly swept over several magic weapons, directly slashed those magic weapons, and then came to his body, piercing the man's body with a sword.

Moreover, the monk who climbed the tower was not simply pierced, but was also carried by this majestic sword qi to break countless trees and be nailed into the stone wall.

The power of a sword is nothing more.

But that's not all.

A loud sound came out, and this should have been an extremely delicate sword, but no one made a sound.

It wasn't until the sword light completely disappeared that Zhou Qing wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and then watched the two people in front of him ascend the stairs.

The expression is calm.

He is a genuine swordsman in the realm of ascending the tower, and the years of life are not short, but for many years in the past, the world has not known that there is a person named Zhou Qing, because of this person, the sword practice is because of a certain woman, even if he has practiced to the realm of ascending the tower, what he did is probably to protect the woman, if it is not for the sword of Chao Qingqiu, this ascending sword

The priest may still travel around the world, and the woman will only be white-headed.

It's just that when he knew that he was going to come here, he was actually ready to die here.

He didn't think he was worthy of the sword at his waist in the past years, but this time, he always felt that he was just sorry for the woman.

But I, Zhou Qing, have been worthy of you for the rest of my life, just this time, there should be no big deal, right?

In fact, he wanted to think so, but in fact, he still felt a little guilty in his heart.

He clenched the handle in his hand, his eyes clear.

The sword is famous in the world, and the nature of grasping it with one hand is also in the world.

He watched as the two ascended the stairs and calmly handed over their swords.

His Zhou Qing's sword was also able to climb the stairs.

The two climbed the stairs and looked at each other, and offered the two magic weapons.

Circulating brilliance.

The majestic qi machine instantly slammed towards Zhou Qing.

The top of the mountain thumped.

The whole mountain shook.

Zhou Qing held his sword, and one arm was bleeding profusely.

He smiled wryly.

Where did he think about dying like this?

The two of them went upstairs, one of them had died, and the other was not in very good condition, he looked at Zhou Qing, his eyes were full of fear.

It's hard for this kind of emotion to happen in a stairs realm.

But in fact, it really happened in his eyes.

Zhou Qing held up his sword and said, "Another sword." ”

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On the side of Whitefish Town, several people who have not made a move are actually the real strong combat power.

These people are either some secluded monks who ascend the towers, or they are the ancestors of certain academies and Taoist temples of extremely high seniority.

These people were all brilliant people back then.

Now they are here for the same purpose.

Before, they had been holding their patience, but now after seeing this situation, they naturally couldn't help it anymore.

There was a tall white-haired old man who walked out of a certain guest house, came to the street, looked at a certain place, and was about to make a move.

In the distance, a majestic sword aura suddenly came.

Li Changgu, who was thin and thin, appeared not far in front, looked at the old man, and said calmly: "Changgu has seen Mr. Shuijing. ”

For this old man, others may not know, but he is also from the School Palace, Li Changgu is very clear, this Mr. Shui Jing is a monk in the School Palace, and he doesn't know the level of knowledge, but there is one thing, this person's cultivation must be extremely high.

His name has been repeatedly mentioned by many masters in the school palace.

Mr. Shui Jing looked at Li Changgu and asked indifferently, "As a disciple of my Academy, you can only learn swords, why do you still stand with them?"

Li Changgu tilted his head and said with a smile: "Mr. Shuijing, the swordsman is a real person. ”

Li Changgu is not the kind of person who talks a lot of nonsense, so after such a sentence, he didn't say much, just pressed the hilt of the short sword and said seriously: "Mr. Shuijing, maybe you will die under my sword." ”

Although Li Changgu has just set foot in the building, there are many things that cannot be regarded with common sense, such as the current Li Changgu, when facing this Mr. Shuijing, he is not at all behind.

He looked at Mr. Shui Jing and calmly drew his sword out of its sheath.

It seems that the next sword to be slashed is not this Mr. Water Mirror.

It's almost a hundred years in the past.

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