Stopping the sword and walking slowly, in the eyes of the red-robed and enchanting Wei Qianling, it is naturally a sword fairy style, floating out of the dust, but in the eyes of Tang Yu, who is full of hatred, it is a bamboo pole into a spirit, and the demon is evil.

Tang Yu didn't know what the way of the sword was heavenly, she was just a Jianghu person who begged for a living with blood and life in the bitter cold of the northwest.

The sword immortal has the spirit of the sword immortal, and the people of the rivers and lakes also have the rules of the people of the rivers and lakes, if you kill Miao Fei with one finger in the void, I will give you three flying knives, even if you are cut by the sharp sword qi, you can be regarded as being able to have an explanation with Miao Fei on the Huangquan Road.

Tang Yu looked at Miao Fei, who was lying not far away, and slowly closed his eyes......

"Miaozi, go slowly, I'll come later!"

Here, Wei Qianling's true anger erupted, the red robe and red sleeves swayed, she used a mandarin duck to suppress the battle knife in Gu Fenglin's hand, and the other mandarin duck Yue that she vacated was raised high, but when she fell, she did not slash the latter's throat, but wanted to pick off the silver mask on Gu Fenglin's face.

"Fox, don't you think!" Gu Feng burst into a loud shout, blood burst from the corners of his eyes, his face was hideous and terrifying, and the qi around him skyrocketed.

Gu Feng gritted his teeth, turned the knife in both hands into a single-handed knife, and desperately freed up one hand to pinch Wei Qianling's snow-white wrist that was gradually falling.

Wei Qianling repeatedly urged his true qi, until Lone Wind touched the ground on one knee with a bloody face, and his two arms trembled, but the mandarin duck Yue in Wei Qianling's hand always stopped an inch away from the silver mask, and it was difficult to press down a bit.

"What a stubborn young man, he will not take off this mask even if he risks his life, the slave family must see what kind of face the third son of the Tibetan Heaven Sect has born today!"

Wei Qianling was aroused by Lone Fenglin's actions, could it be that this kid had an extremely ugly face? Or is he a daughter?

The "Epiphany Heart Method" is a long-lost mental method of the Demon Sect, which can reverse the meridians and acupoints around the body to stimulate true qi, stimulate the potential of the body in a short period of time, and improve cultivation. But when the time comes, the exerciser will go mad at best, and at worst, the meridians will be broken and he will die.

No one in the Northern Zhou Dynasty practiced this kind of mental method, and the "talking mental method" had been lost in the Demon Sect for a long time.

The green tendons on the neck of the lonely wind burst out, blood gushed out from under the silver mask, and the left arm that grabbed Wei Qianling's wrist seemed to be unable to support it anymore.

Tang Yu and Gu Fenglin, the sons and daughters of the rivers and lakes who met in Pingshui, were about to be annihilated in the wild wolf valley where the cold wind was howling.

Suddenly, a burly figure in a white-haired robe descended from the sky, and the old man in the robe had fluttering sleeves, like an eagle falcon swooping the ground.

Before the person landed, the voice came first: "Mr. San, the dignified Cangming Palace, actually hiding in this wild wolf valley where birds don't shit and bullying the younger generations, so shameless!"

The voice of the old man in the dark robe was like a morning bell in the deep mountains, ringing nine times in the sky, and the snow on the branches in the wild wolf valley was trembling and falling.

The old man in the robe was like a rainbow, swooping towards the lonely wind.

The eyes of the old man in the Xuan-robed robe stared at Wei Qianling, and the cold light in his eyes was chilling.

A few feet away, Wei Qianling felt a suffocating powerful qi, this person at least had a realm of separation from the dust!

Wei Qianling's face changed greatly, she couldn't care about the lonely wind anymore, and hurriedly withdrew her mandarin duck and retreated sharply, until she retreated to the side of the master's sword, she stopped her steps and let out a long breath of turbidity.

In order to stop the realm of "pseudo-Qingxuan", I can't feel the existence of this person, it seems that this old man in the robe must be the top master of the famous side.

"Smack!" the old man in the dark robe fell in front of the lone wind, and his sturdy legs stepped out of two large pits in the snow.

Zhi Jian and Wei Qianling fixed their eyes, the old man in the Xuanrobe who fell from the sky was burly and strong, with long eyebrows and bright eyes, and the thumb of his right hand was wearing a delicate ring carved from mutton fat and jade, and the back of the wide Xuanrobe was embroidered with gold thread with a fierce and vicious ancient beast.

This person's white hair is fluttering and his aura is extraordinary, although he does not have the style of an independent sword immortal like the Zhijian Sword, the forest yin qi exuded from his body is daunting.

The old man in the Xuanrobe handed Gu Fenglin a white pill without looking back, and said in an unquestionable tone: "Luck breathing, you don't have to worry about the rest!"

Gu Fenglin was unceremonious to the old man in the robe who suddenly appeared, and after taking the pill, he stuffed it into his mouth indiscriminately, and then fell to the ground exhausted, he shouted to Tang Yu, who had closed his eyes and was waiting for death: "Miss Tang, if you don't want to die, just stand here!"

Tang Yu, who was already preparing to die, had already lost all his thoughts, but unexpectedly, the situation in the wild wolf valley changed sharply, and the old man in the robe who fell from the sky seemed to know the "third son".

After several life and death moments, Tang Yu couldn't react a little, she stood alone, her face was like frost, and after a little hesitation, she slowly walked to the side of Lone Fenglin.

Ants are still greedy for life, why not spare their lives?

Gu Fenglin leaned on Tang Yu's leg unceremoniously, and spat Xingzi almost squirted on the ground: "Kill that fox for Lao Tzu, Lao Tzu wants her to die without a whole body, exactly the same as this flesh and blood all over the ground!"

Tang Yu has practiced martial arts for many years, and his legs are slender and tight, although they are not as attractive as Wei Qianling's legs, they also have a different flavor.

The old man in the Xuanrobe frowned, and snorted coldly, obviously not very satisfied with the word "Lao Tzu" in Gu Fenglin's mouth, he said proudly: "In the Lower Tibetan Heavenly Sect Leader Gu Zongheng, this python demon is captured by three hundred sect members of my sect in Youyan Black Mountain, and it has been carefully raised for more than two hundred years before it reaches the realm of turning into a dragon. The old man doesn't tell you any sage articles about benevolence and righteousness, this dragon is my Tibetan Heavenly Sect's private property, if others want to get involved, whether he is Cangming Palace or Hongxuanzong, the old man will never die with him!"

Without a single move, the old man in the Xuanrobe who forced back the second-grade master Wei Qianling spoke amazingly, it turned out that he was the father of Lone Fenglin, the leader of the Tibetan Heaven Sect, one of the six major demon sects of Youyan, Lone Zongheng.

Gu Zongheng ranks seventh among the top ten masters of Youyan, whether he has stepped into the realm of Qingxuan or not, no one knows on the rivers and lakes of the Northern Zhou Dynasty. Since the six factions of the Demon Sect were killed by Yehong Tianzun with one person and one sword from the Northern Zhou Dynasty, the Tibetan Heavenly Sect, which was far away from Youyan, had no reputation in the Central Plains.

Although the six sects of the Demon Sect took root in the barbaric land of the Youyan Dynasty, they were also brutally suppressed by the Youyan Imperial Family. Most of the people in the Demon Sect have extreme personalities, deviant ways, and often act unscrupulously. If it weren't for laying a few chess pieces for the future southward invasion of the Northern Zhou Dynasty, how could the Youyan Dynasty accept these Demon Sect disciples who were despised by the people in the Central Plains?

In order to control these Demon Sects, which were born as vicious as snakes and scorpions, the Prime Minister of Youyan ordered that if the six factions of the Demon Sect wanted to seek the protection of Youyan, they must each send protons to serve as hostages in the palace of the Youyan Domain.

Gu Zongheng has been a proton in the palace of King Youyan Zuoxian for eighteen years, and the humiliation and torture he has suffered during this period are absolutely unbearable. Gu Zongheng lived in the palace of King Youyan Zuoxian until he was thirty-two years old, and then returned to the Tibetan Heavenly Sect.

He was replaced by the third son Gu Fenglin, who was only five years old. Gu Fenglin's eldest brother Gu Jiangdong is the eldest son, if there is no accident, he should be the eighteenth generation leader of the Tibetan Heaven Sect.

And Lone Wind's biological mother was born in poverty, and this kind of purgatory encounter that is not dead and peels off layers of skin naturally falls on Lone Wind's head.

The six sects of the Demon Sect, including the Tibetan Heaven Sect, have been suppressed by the Youyan Dynasty, and they also know that in the eyes of the Emperor Youyan, they are a few chess pieces that can be discarded at any time, once the war between the Northern Zhou and Youyan is rekindled, the thousands of sects of the six sects of the Demon Sect will definitely charge into the forefront.

In order to survive, in order to get rid of the fate of the abandoned son, several generations of Tibetan Heavenly Sect leaders have worked hard to create a dragon to control the demon clan in the northwest wasteland.

If there is an uncountable army of demon clans, let alone Youyan and Northern Zhou, it is not impossible to level these two dynasties!

Zhijian does not have such ambitions, he is an idiot who is obsessed with swordsmanship.

In Zhijian's heart, only the sword can give him a reason to live; only a sword comes from the west, and the moment when the sword is like a dragon in the sky is the brilliant brilliance in his eyes; only when he knocks on the gate of heaven with a three-foot Qingfeng and becomes an eternal sword immortal who overwhelms Qingce Tianzun or even surpasses Yehong Tianzun, can he make Zhijian feel that this life is in vain.

At that time, Qingce Tianzun left eleven words to stop the sword in Dongting Mountain: "If the heart is not sincere with the sword, the sword will be insincere." ”

Seven years later, the sword path of the sword has entered the Qingxuan, but the sea of qi in the body has stagnated in the realm of separation from the dust for seven years. For Zhijian, "Pseudo Qingxuan" is an inextricable torture, and he spends his days and nights in torment.

Finally, the Nine Days Thunder Tribulation shocked the Bamboo Spring Forest. If he is supplemented by the true dragon bloodline and muscles and bones, let alone stepping into the realm of Qingxuan, with his kendo talent, he may be able to step into the realm of Fatian.

At that time, Zhijian had the opportunity to knock on the door of heaven and ask the way of heaven, and soar to become an immortal.

Whether it is the lonely vertical and horizontal of the painstaking and lonely Top Gun, whether it is the sword of the talented and eager to knock on the gate of heaven, whether it is a handful of hair of the Xiliang deserter who occupies the mountain as the king, there are no outright bad people in the real rivers and lakes, but everyone has made their own choices in their own destiny and walked out of a dream of floating life with thousands of differences.

Zhi Jian looked at the lonely vertical and horizontal who ventured south from Youyan to Xiliang, and did not draw out the faint blue flickering Cangxiao Sword.

After he made eye contact with Gu Zongheng, he said with a smile: "The Gu Sect Master is proud and admired. Just stopped the sword, but one foot stepped into the realm of Qingxuan, and he was not seventy percent sure that he had won the Lonely Sect Master. But if the lonely sect leader wants to retreat with the Sumeru bottle in front of the sword, I am afraid that it will not be easy, not to mention that the noble prince has also resorted to the epiphany method, if he does not heal in time, he is afraid that he will be worried about his life. ”

The expression on Gu Zongheng's face softened, and it seemed that Zhijian didn't want to fight with him to the death.

He also saw the bloody Shura field on the way to the gallop, if he really met each other, he really might not be able to take away the Sumeru bottle and the lonely wind at the same time.

I don't know what the idea of this Cangming Sword God Stopping Sword in front of him is playing?