The sword pressure of Rokuyama was cut in half, and when I looked up, there seemed to be a burst of resentment blowing in the mountain wind. Li Brown smelled a smell of blood, thoughtfully, got up and walked up the mountain road, and when he entered the six-fold mountain pass, he saw a huge snake head falling in the grass in front of him, and the other five heads were thrown on the twisted body with a hideous face. Seeing Li Brown coming up with a sword, the snake was frightened and furious, its tail curled up in the air, only hesitating to let go and launch an attack, and the net would be broken. Li Brown pressed the sword, the two were opposite, and all the things in the previous days were in this mutual view.

The five snake heads shook and a phantom, divided into two, and in the blink of an eye, ten snake heads appeared in Li Brown's eyes, virtual and real, one and two, two and one. The fire lotus in Li Brown's hand began to burn again, and he felt that his heart was also burning, and that kind of temperature passed from the sword into his heart, as if it was fitting to himself. How did Li Brown know that this is the role of enlightenment, he has already begun to ascend to the hall, this is the heart sword.

His eyes condensed into a line, and the line stretched outward, and he pulled the sword in his hand with a roll. The brightness in his eyes deepened, and all the blackness began to burn. The shadow of the snake's head couldn't stand the burning pain, and shattered one after another, and Li Brown heard a burst of jade breaking. The serpent was already dying, and was only one last sword away. Li Brown looked at the big snake fighting on the ground, the sword in his heart slowly flew out, and a firelight rose in the sky, extremely sharp, shooting down countless small swords, with the movement of his mind, he hit directly. The clouds in the sky rumbled and retreated, and a familiar wind suddenly hit, and countless "Kangdang" sounds were heard, as if the heart sword hit the nameless gold weapon. After a hurried figure disappeared, the sword qi on the six-fold mountain suddenly dispersed, and the snake also returned to its original appearance, but it was suppressed by the sword magnetism, and it was in an illusion, unable to move, and had been petrified.

At this time, Li Brown's heart slowly calmed down, and the grievances of the past few days seemed to have disappeared, but he felt a little empty, as if something was missing around him. He had something he wanted to say, but he didn't know where to start or to whom. He was waiting for an opportunity that he couldn't explain, what was he thinking? After a while, he finally let out a long breath, yes, he figured it out, what was missing by his side was Xiaohu. I haven't seen it for a few days, and I don't know how. So Li Brown couldn't help laughing, obviously he cared a lot, but he couldn't say anything, it was really difficult for people to understand.

I made up my mind to go down the mountain and look around, but there was no trace of it. Where did this guy go? Li Brown thought in pieces, but he walked down in a stride, he didn't know which direction Xiaohu was in, he just looked for it intuitively, and it depended on luck whether he could find it or not. Going around for an hour, I have entered a cluster of bright variegated flowers, the flowers are tall, the green grass is full of fragrance, and the scenery is also gratifying, but Li Brown is looking for it, and is not in the mood to enjoy the flowers at all. There are more than ten steps to turn, the flowers reach the end, in front of an empty field, surrounded by grass and trees, quiet and elegant, there is a kind of artistic conception of immortals.

On the blank field in front of him, a tiger skin came into view coldly, Li Brown trembled in his heart and walked quickly.

The tiger's skin had dried up and fallen intact to the ground, but there was no blood behind it. In just a few days, could it be that Xiaohu has suffered such an ordeal? Li Brown suddenly felt a sense of déjà vu that shook his legs, and as soon as he went limp, he squatted down, and tears stopped flowing. "I hurt you. Li Brown whimpered and cried, intermittently, he thought of the days ago when they were still gambling together, and they hadn't seen each other for a few days in the blink of an eye, and Yin and Yang were separated. The feeling of self-hatred came again, and he squeezed his right hand as he watched the soft fur gently soften in the wind.

"Why does the sky always play tricks on me like this? I don't keep any of them!" No one responded, no movement, only the wind was blowing, the sun was poisonous, but it was surprisingly cold. Everything is like digging out of an ice cave, and the memories are frozen.

For a long time, Li Brown forgot how he came here, it seemed that after a long time, he didn't know, just looked up at the Japanese mother. Li Brown kneeling there and shrugging his shoulders was seen by the little tiger in the grass behind him, and heard a sound of grass and trees, Li Brown didn't think about it anymore, let alone avoid it, he had already been thrown to the ground by the little tiger. Since the death of its mother, it has never felt this kind of warmth, its head is lying on Li Brown's chest and rubbing continuously, leaving tears of grievance in its eyes that have been discarded for several days, and Li Brown was also taken aback, at a loss for a while, curious about the tiger skin in front of him, and his eyes were already moist......

However, it was said that a young man on the official road of Jingdong Road was walking alone with a burden, looking back from time to time, talking to himself, and behaving very strangely. He originally wanted to go south to Gusu by car or waterway, but the person in the burden was unwilling, so he was only allowed to walk south, and that person seemed to have been calculated, only saying that there was no shortage of time, and the rest was not much. This young man didn't dare to contradict him, all because this person was a senior of his own sect, and his cultivation was profound. As for all his dealings with his own faction, he himself said that he would not be able to say so much for a while, just talk about it as he went. So the young men did as he commanded, and put him in their baggage, and carried him south.

During the day he was curled up in the baggage, and no one could have imagined that in broad daylight, there was a person hidden in the young man's little baggage. And once it was night, the man would shrink his head and look up at the stars and moon in the sky. He had forgotten how long it had been since he had spoken to anyone, and he had spent his days alone in the valley. Day by day, like a year, he himself must have lived at least 30,000 years.

In the past few days, the young people have probably understood some of the words and sorted out the relationship, but they still don't understand the subtleties of the crumbs, but this does not hinder them, and this person on his back is like carrying a profound exercise on his back, and picking it up is a trick. The young man did not question in the slightest, and he was the only one left in the sect at the moment.

"Master, are you sure that person will go too?" said the young man as he walked.

"I have a feeling, that feeling is too strong, it hasn't been so strong in tens of thousands of years. As soon as I saw you, I knew there was a successor. ”

"But my master and brothers are all ......"

"The decline of a sect often starts with a stupid master, I forgot who my next generation was, there were too many masters in our generation at that time, and I thought that the future generations would be weak. ”

(Buddhism update, look at the time)