At noon the next day, suddenly there was a heavy rain, there were two light boats floating on the lake of Xushen, and occasionally fish jumped up between the mist, and a man and a woman each held a paper umbrella and looked at each other from afar.

The man in a black robe and a black umbrella hold a black sword, and the woman in a white dress and a white umbrella carries a white sword.

Yao Chong stopped by the lakeside, and did not take a lucky boat to watch the battle on the lake, such a duel between the two immortal sword immortals, there was no place for peace within a hundred miles, only the cultivation of the Yuanying Realm could not be trusted.

The golden armor general walked quickly to Yao Chong's side, the golden armor on his body rattled, and whispered in his ear: "Prime Minister, Lord Ghost Emperor is busy with affairs today, and he can't watch the battle in person. ”

Yao Chong nodded, and the gold-armored general retreated with his fists.

The majestic rain gathered like a curtain, and mortal eyes could not sustain it after only seeing a few feet away, but the woman in white and the light boat under her feet were more than a hundred zhang away, but in Chang Xi's eyes, they were all visible.

Heavy rain splashed, the white paper umbrella on the lake suddenly fell, the woman's feet left the light boat, the clothes fluttered, with her spiritual power like a river and the sea, she could have easily done the rain without sticking to her body, the white clothes were soaked and close to the delicate body to outline a graceful arc, only the snow-white scabbard in her hand was not clean, and the cold color between the woman's pupils intensified until it was ruthless.

The momentum on the woman's body was deep and long, and the light boat under her feet suddenly shattered into powder, and a white dress shook the sky and the raindrops pierced the black-robed man, who was actually going to take the lead.

Chang Xi's mood was not wavering, he got up slightly, and tapped the bow of the wooden boat with his toes, this foot was both rigid and soft, and the light boat suddenly broke through the lake and rowed to the shore and docked steadily.

Chang Xi knew that Xu Qingxiu was a ruthless sword.

This kind of new way of kendo needs to shield and even erase one's own emotions with great perseverance, perseverance and special mental methods, so that they are not disturbed by external factors in the fight.

Most of the women of the Xu family in the Dongwu Sword Cave have taken this path of no return that their ancestors have long set for them. abandon morality, deprive them of love, and require them to guard the thousand-year-old inheritance of the so-called sword cave like jade until they die.

Xu Qing, who was given a single word by the sword boss, did have enviable talent and roots, but she was actually not suitable for practicing the ruthless sword at all. Maybe it's because the sword old monster is limited by his realm and experience, but it's more likely because Yelang is arrogant and is far from learning the advanced concepts of the peak masters of Qingyun Mountain who teach them according to their aptitude.

The self-contained Dongwu Sword Cave has plagued this woman who should have been able to bloom more brilliantly and dazzlingly on the way to the sword.

This kind of ruthless sword dao, which was regarded as the most reasonable by the sword old monster of the Eastern Wu Sword Cave, really had no merit in Chang Xi's eyes. If a man is ruthless and unrighteous, how is he different from an animal?

She's still young, and she still has time to turn back.

Chang Xi's thoughts returned, and the cave sword in his hand cut through the rain curtain, and the sword qi rose against the storm, first as thick as a bowl, and then to the size of a wellhead, and the rain curtain hung on the Xushen Lake suddenly like a black meteor trailing across the tail, smashing towards the white clothes that rushed over.

Between sword cultivation, only use the sword to speak.

The woman in white danced sharply with short hair over the shoulder, the scabbard in her left hand was replaced by her right hand, and the sword handle was still not out of the sword, and the hilt of the sword was handed forward, and the black sword qi that ran like a meteor collided with the disproportionate hilt, and there was no tragic picture of the woman falling into the lake with the broken hilt of the sword, but the white jade hilt that was only two or three fingers wide won the upper hand, and the hilt of the sword fell on the black meteor one after another like a point, and the sound was dull like a drumbeat, and the black meteor collapsed in response.

Xu Qing, whose face was as cold as snow, was out of control, and the sword qi and sword intent beside him were so powerful that Chang Xi couldn't help but secretly admire in his heart: Xu Qing's sword has been so powerful for more than ten years, if she really gives her a sword intent for decades and then comes out of the mountain, won't she be terrified?

Xu Qinglian stepped back on the surface of the lake, her chest was slightly straight, and her left hand was on the hilt of the sword, just this action made Chang Xi's complexion change drastically!

The distance between the two is dozens of zhang, and the dripping rain curtain between heaven and earth is momentary and still, and the water droplets begin to distort unnaturally, and then are completely shattered into nothingness, and the rain curtain within a radius of a few miles is squeezed out in the blink of an eye, so that there is a brief vacuum and gravity imbalance in the Xushen Lake in this area, and the lake water rises and floats, and it actually begins to flow to the sky, outlining the Danqing picture scroll of the blue waves of the lake.

The snow-white scabbard flicked open slightly, and the center of the lake was shocked by a brilliant sword light that was unparalleled in the world, and the sword light was full of blue waves and tides, and it was about to swallow the black-robed man in one gulp.

"Dong You, look, I told you last night that Xu Qing is amazing, I didn't lie to you, right?"

Chang Xi laughed, the sword qi of Tianwei was the head, but he had a rare happiness of meeting a confidant in a foreign country, and immediately stomped on the lake, and the sword intent of life and death on the black and white lotus platform in his body was unreservedly inclined out, and he took another step, and the sword blade of ink swayed heroically, and the clear lake water was done together, and a magnificent sword encirclement that thousands of troops could not pass on the Xushen Lake!

In the imperial study on the top of the mountain, the young man who was reviewing the folds suddenly trembled his eyebrows, and a feeling that he was most familiar with came to his heart.

The Tibetan swordsmanship is not out of the sheath, and when it is out of the sheath, it is a blockbuster, which can make the coffin boy and Lin Zhenjiang tremble and be frightened, like the tide of the river, rolled up on the blue Baizhang sword fence, and with a loud bang, the already disordered lake qi machine completely made a pot of porridge, and the blue waves floating in the sky smashed back to the lake.

The sword light and the sword enclosure are like two armies facing each other, and it is difficult to distinguish between them for a while.

Xu Qingdai, who was in a ruthless state, frowned, obviously very dissatisfied with the current situation that the hidden swordsmanship had come out but was still stagnant, and just wanted to make a move, her beautiful eyes suddenly widened.

I saw the illusory figure of the black-robed man suddenly appear in front of her, the pitch-black sword tongue rushed to her pink neck, she took a step back unhurriedly, the sword tongue was only a few cents away from her neck, the sword qi on the sword blew the two strands of green silk wet on her shawl, and the pink neck was dotted with a touch of scarlet by the tip of the sword, without waiting for the man to hand the sword again, the snow-white long sword named Zang Feng by the woman turned into a stab, and the jade legs were raised, leaving a woman's lotus foot mark on the black robe that was so luxurious that it could not be seen.

Chang Xi patted his sacrificial brocade dress disappreciatively and sighed.

He could have easily caught Xu Qing's high kicked ankle, and then leaned close to his body to win the game with the Ming King Liuli. But Xu Qing was wearing a white gauze chiffon skirt, which was already wet and almost transparent, if he caught Xu Qing's ankle again, the kicking height was enough to see the beautiful scenery under the woman's skirt at a glance, and he was a decent man and a gentleman, and he definitely couldn't do this kind of dirty thing to take advantage of women.

Following the emergence of the Dongwu Sword Cave Hidden Swordsmanship and the secret sword enclosure method of Qingyun Mountain, the sword light that was enough to tear the heavens and the earth was entangled with the blue Baizhang Sword around the lake, and each was consuming their own heritage.

Chang Xi didn't plan to bet on how many styles of hidden swordsmanship Xu Qing could use, he only knew that the Baizhang Sword Fence that originated from the senior brother was quite consuming spiritual power and sword intent, and the talent of the woman in front of him in the sword path was not much better than the others. It's okay not to peek at the scenery under your skirt, and it's okay not to bully you with a million catties of brute force, but if you want me to eat your hidden swordsmanship for nothing?

That's not going to work.

Chang Xi stepped on the sword step, stepped on the thunder burst, and never let Xu Qing leave him twenty zhang away, suddenly a finger into a sword, the sword qi splashed like ink, "ink" bit by bit, suddenly turned into thousands of branches of apricot blossom petals, a long song on the lake of the gods, cut up the apricot blossom petals that were like snow in the sky, a song of apricot blossoms played between heaven and earth, and a sword handed out the Mo flowers that were still better than Nanmo's dust.

There are 80,000 words in the world, but only love words are the most murderous.

The indifferent woman was in a trance and struggling for a moment, and the ruthless kendo foundation of penance for more than ten years was shaken for some reason, frowning and dancing Zang Feng out of the whirling sword qi vortex, the apricot blossom petals flying in the sky were swept away by the sword qi vortex, but there were still many fish that slipped through the net and floated towards her, and every time a petal fell on her, Xu Qing's delicate body would tremble irrepressibly.

The remnants of the apricot blossom ballad on the lake were still there, the black robe swept over the sea of apricot blossoms blooming on the lake transformed by sword intent, and took advantage of the situation to bully Xu Qing's side, after paying the price of a strand of hair being cut off by Zang Feng, what appeared in Yao Chong's eyes in the distance was the intimate posture of a man and a woman almost face to face, the tip of the nose touching the tip of the nose.

The woman who was almost innocent at the chest was still indifferent and indifferent, and the Tibetan Blade Sword, which was as clear and clean as the beautiful sword master, wanted to cut this disciple to pieces, how could this black-robed man's personal dragon body method be really treacherous, and it was really not something that a woman who did not know how to fight in close quarters could match.

Xu Qing immediately retreated backwards, Chang Xi followed him like a shadow, turned his head to dodge the sword aura of Zang Feng, the rich glass color on his fingers shone brightly, Chang Xi bent his fingers next to the Zang Feng sword, and if this finger containing the true intention of punching the Lying Cow was flicked on the sword body, Chang Xi was sure that he could flick this white sword into two with one finger on the spot.

Chang Xi's gaze looked from the bottom up, and Xu Qing's slightly gray eyes glanced at each other, he had always been resolute, sighed again, and was slapped on the forehead by the woman again, and stepped back.

The ruthless way of the sword is like a prison made of copper and iron, and the people inside want to come up but can't get out. Outside this prison, which was built by the sword monster of the Dongwu Sword Cave and inherited the "good name", a few apricot petals fell unconsciously, and the fragile petals touched the prison, trembling slightly, and turned into powder without accident.

When a few petals turned into powder without any suspense, this impregnable copper wall in the eyes of outsiders had several discordant cracks emerged, and the rubble on the prison wall rolled down, revealing the thin woman curled up in the corner.

She is Xu Qing, a hard-working woman who doesn't know whether she was born for the Dongwu Sword Cave or for herself.

Thinking back to her childhood, she didn't know who her parents were, or who sent her here. She spends her days in the company of a peachwood sword that is half a cut taller than her, and every day she has a painful cleansing of the essence, and she is always in the dead and silent cave where she doesn't know what the stars, the sun and the moon are, and she is always faced with puppet dummies that can't be chopped endlessly. Until one day, the old ancestor sent a living person to her, stuffed a snow-white long sword into her hand, and whispered in her ear like a demon: "Pierce him, and you can leave this cave." ”

She forgot whether she had been stabbed back then, only that the old ancestor was very angry later, and left the sword cave where she had been imprisoned for several years.

She didn't know what she had done wrong, and she was terrified all day long, so when the old ancestor asked her to give her one last chance to practice the Ruthless Sword, Xu Qing, who didn't know what the Ruthless Sword was, only knew that she would no longer be imprisoned in the sword cave after completing her studies, hurriedly agreed.

More than ten years later, she had already cultivated the ruthless sword to the point of great success, standing on the Xushen Lake. Curled up in the corner, Xu Qing buried her head in her knees, feeling her body driven by the ruthless kendo like a tool, and she couldn't help but wonder, if she hadn't received that secret book back then, what would she be like now?

In the dark prison, suddenly a warm light shone on her from the crack, she raised her head in a daze, facing the sudden light, this woman who was used to enduring the darkness was a little overwhelmed for a while.

A roar of anger came from the Dongwu Sword Cave, which was nearly 100,000 miles away.

The pouring rain gradually stopped, and the view on the lake was much broader, and the magnificent sword light and sword enclosure of Tibetan swordsmanship had been exhausted by each other.

Chang Xi tried his best to obey the destiny of heaven, and saw a moment of hesitation and struggle flashing in the woman's eyes, and knew in a low voice that it was almost over, and many angular formation corner cards were shaken off in the sleeve tube and jingle dong into the lake, and the white-clothed fairy on the opposite side frowned tightly, instinctively feeling that this formation corner card was not a good thing, but he couldn't stop it.

"Xu Qing, I know that you are very smart and strong, you have fought with me since the use of the hidden sword, you still have abundant spiritual power in your body, no matter how you think about it, it should be reserved for the last killing move, since this is the case, let's divide the winner here." ”

Chang Xi closed his eyes after speaking softly, his face was solemn, and his sword was in front of him, like a monument standing with a sword fairy standing with a sword.

The formation horn cards are like flexible fish walking through the bottom of the lake, and the formations that cover the bottom of the lake to stabilize the lake and the mountain, these lame formations written by someone I don't know who even Lin Zhenjiang's boiling sea god power almost didn't resist, Chang Xi naturally didn't plan to watch the Xushen Lake fall down the mountain after a while, so he had to take action to stabilize the foundation.

Xu Qing's face was rarely nervous, she wanted to take advantage of Chang Xi's momentum to take it by surprise, but she couldn't move anymore when she had just taken half a step.

Because in her eyes, the entire Xushen Lake seemed to be out of sight, leaving only the black robe and the sword in his hand between heaven and earth.

The woman's heart was shocked, she didn't know that this was the last moment, her face turned red in an instant, and a mouthful of essence blood sprayed on Zang Feng, Zang Feng's sword buzzed and trembled, and the sound of the sword went straight to the sky. The snow-white sword suddenly ignited an unknown brilliant firework, burning more and more, and at the end, the sword grew into a big tree with a sharp crown, blooming silver sword flowers, standing high on the surface of the lake that floated mist after the rain.

This situation and this scene are picturesque.

The top supernatural power in the Dongwu Sword Cave, the fire tree silver flower.

Chang Xi's mind spread out a splendid picture of memories and writing.

From the time he fell to the ground in a small village in the mountains, the lifelike portraits of his father and mother jumped on the paper, and then there was the awe-inspiring Qinglan Zhangjiao, Qingfeng who took the trouble to teach him sword skills, there was the white-clothed Shengxue who regarded him as his own master Yunwu, there was the upright senior brother Yanzhang, there were Xin Tong and Qingxuan who achieved positive results with him, there was the charming Tiancheng hard-working and resentful Su You, and the old man who gave him the opportunity to be reincarnated.

On the back of the scroll, the pen and ink are sharp to outline the scenes, including the fire-filled mountain villages, the vast Qingyun Mountain for 5,000 miles, the Pishan Mausoleum that left him with a sword ringing bell, the corpse-filled Tengzhou City, the Great Wilderness Hall where the sun sets over the long river in the desert, and the Wushan Mountain Range that he will never forget in his life.

Many memories leapt on the paper, converging into an indescribable force that fills his limbs and bones, and the obsession that he can't let go, the short years of the world are gathered on the sword, and a sad but majestic sword qi song slowly spreads.

Yao Chong's mouth was already wide open in shock, and he didn't know that his two feet had stepped into the lake; the figure holding the pen and reviewing the folds in the imperial study suddenly disappeared, and the soft sheep fell off the table, splashing three or two drops of ink.

Chang Xi opened his eyes, half of the golden and half of the silver cross, raised his sword, stepped on the lake, nearly half of the lake and the black robe of the eight hundred miles of the vast Xushen Lake went straight to the sky, and the world could not imagine how shocking the scene of a lake floating in the sky was in the sky, but it really appeared on Luo Yu Mountain.

The lake that really swept the sky dripped, and there was a sorrowful sword song between heaven and earth.

"Long hatred song, in an instant!"