In the courtyard late at night, Xiao Shu stood under the tree, and the leaves in the courtyard were falling.

"Such prejudice is difficult in my opinion. ”

The boy's words were still in his ears.

Is this gate really so difficult to open?

Xiao Shu stared at the red rosary in his hand that was as dim as ever, and once again thought of the red-clothed man in the dream, and his heart suddenly became clear, he had never practiced for any immortal, he used to live to live, and now he ......

What immortal way, demon way, I Xiao Shu only has one person and one sword!

With a thought in his heart, all his thoughts are empty, there is nothing else in his eyes, Xiao Shu concentrates on the entry, the sword intent spreads, and when he doesn't wait for it, he will open the gate of heaven today, raise his hand lightly, and say "Sword." ”

Almost at this moment, Zhang Daoquan, who was far away in the sword mound of the Qingyun Sect in Yanzhou, was pouring tea with his hand slightly sluggish, and the red sandalwood box on his back trembled, he patted the wooden box, chuckled and said, "If you want to go, go there." ”

Tai'a, Kunwu, Chixiao, the three swords of heaven, earth and man suddenly came out of their sheaths like rainbows, and the sword gang rose in the wind, turning into three rays of light towards the southern city of Muzhou, and its speed was difficult to reach with the naked eye.

Zhang Daoquan stood up, pressed his hand, and the ten thousand swords that were trembling in the sword mound suddenly quieted down, and looked at the round of Jiaoyue from afar, "My way is not lonely, and there is no other way in the poor way, so I will use these three swords to help you open the gate of heaven." ”

The white envoy in the illusory territory of Yinzhou seemed to feel something, looked up to the north, and said softly, "Go." ”

The three-foot autumn water turned into white under the moonlight and flew into the sky, heading towards Muzhou.

On the Zhongshan Mountain in Qingzhou, Qing Xuanzi stroked the piano on the edge of the cliff, suddenly felt that Tianwen was restless, and hovered in the sky for three weeks, and a sword light slashed out in the direction of Muzhou, like a clear spring under the moonlight, and then fell straight down and inserted in front of Qing Xuanzi.

Ten thousand swords moved together and went to Muzhou together.

It is a wonder, within a moment, the entire Nancheng sky turned into a sea of swords, standing in the sky, covering the sky and the sun, not seeing the sun and the moon, only the sword light is cold, it is late at night at the moment, there is no one, otherwise this scene is destined to be recorded and passed on as a myth.

The continuous arrival of swords is still endless, more and more, layer upon layer, Xiao Shu closed his eyes and stood with the sword, he was still waiting, waiting for the moment when his sword intent climbed to the extreme.

One after another thunder and lightning fell, as if he wanted to completely wipe out this person who forcibly opened the gate of heaven, but he was scattered by the sword qi that rushed into the sky, and the towering sea of swords was helpless even on this day!

Xiao Shu suddenly opened his eyes, and at this moment, the last five swords flying in the sky were the three swords of heaven, earth and man, three feet of autumn water, and an illusory sword shadow Tianwen.

"Go. ”

As soon as Xiao Shu's hand was released, the red leaves rose into the air, soaring straight into the sky, and the sea of millions of swords moved, following behind the red leaves, turning into a swimming dragon, rushing straight to the sky, not afraid of thunder, as if he wanted to tear open a hole in the sky.

"How many legendary swordsmen have come from ancient times, and he can succeed in front of the Gate of Old Death?" Upstairs in Xiangyue, the woman in white looked drunkenly at the amazing sword tide swimming dragon while drinking wine.

"He can. Linglongzi said indifferently, but still lowered her head and stroked the piano.

"Why?"

"If he forgets his sword, if he takes out his sword, the gate of heaven will not be able to stop him. ”

on Nancheng Street.

"Nanbei, what do you see that?" the girl looked up and pointed to the sky.

"The fish tried to jump out of the water, and it was a splash. The boy said without raising his head.

"It's as light as you can say, but I saw a sea of swords!"

"What about the sea of swords, in front of the way of heaven, everything is empty, forcibly opening the gate of heaven by the way, it is unwise, he is so desperate, if the gate of heaven is not opened, I am afraid that his sword path will be ruined. The boy sighed.

"What do you mean?"

"I don't want to get caught in the fish pond. ”

Wang Banxian was sleeping soundly at the moment, and suddenly a thunder woke him up, and the indescribable sense of depression made him quickly climb out of bed without even having time to put on his clothes, and when he opened the door, there was a gust of cold wind, which made him shiver for a while, and the white floc that kept falling in front of him reached out to take it, and it was frost and snow.

The snow fell in July and August was unusual, I looked up, I was stunned for a moment, I looked down and rubbed my eyes, I thought I was sleeping, how did I see a dragon, and then I looked up, and I looked at it, I really didn't make a mistake, it was a thousand zhang dragon composed of swords hovering in the sky, and purple thunder fell on the dragon, and every time there was a residual sword falling from the dragon.

"What should I do, I don't sleep in the middle of the night, I want to open this heavenly gate, this is good, my own shortcomings are just enough, and I just attract ten thousand swords to gather, this immortal wants to see how you end. Wang Banxian didn't sleep comfortably, he was a little unhappy in his heart, he went into the house and got dressed, moved a small chair and sat in front of the door, he made up his mind to take a good look at this good show with the sky.

The two most difficult death hurdles for cultivators in the world are the opening of the Heavenly Gate and the Ascending Immortal Dao, the former has no direction at all, and it is all based on feelings to seek, how many people can only die of old age in the Heavenly Xuan Realm, while the latter has to go through the tribulation and fade into the ordinary, giving up a mortal body of flesh and blood, and the pain is even more indescribable.

There are many cultivators in ancient and modern times, there is no shortage of geniuses, but there are still few heavenly and human realms, and there are few immortals.

Today, the cold and snow falls on the night of July, and the sword in the south city gathers millions.

Time in the small courtyard seemed to stand still, Xiao Shu stood motionless, like dead wood, but if you looked closely, you could find that the fingertips of his right hand were constantly trembling, and every subtle movement made the sword tide circling the sky move with it.

As the sword intent continued to rise, those swords seemed to be right in front of him, Xiao Shu even saw the scars on each sword's body worn out, the smell of blood that still remained after each wipe, and every thunderbolt that fell shattered dozens of swords, and the sound of shattering was endless.

Xiao Shu only felt that his head was splitting, even in his realm, it was difficult to control such a huge and complex sword dao, and it was a little difficult to sustain it in a moment, and his breath gradually weakened.

If you want to open the gate of heaven, you need to know the way and the heart, and this is exactly Xiao Shu's shortcomings, during this time Xiao Shu has always wanted to realize his own way, but it seems that he is always a little worse, he has a clear heart, but he still needs to know the way.

There is only one word in Xiao Shu's mind, borrow!

Borrow the sword to know the way!

Since a sword is not enough to open the gate of heaven, then borrow the sword of the world.

This is not the right way, but it is the only way Xiao Shu can think of, if he slowly realizes the Tao in an ordinary way, maybe it may not be possible to do it in another ten or twenty years, to put it bluntly, Xiao Shu is to catch ducks on the shelves this time, and he decided to force himself.

This was not his sudden decision, but the increasingly obvious sense of irritability, which made Xiao Shu feel worried, and the selfless state of mind was his greatest reliance, but when he was approaching heaven and man, his mood became more and more unstable, in case he lost control, it was not impossible for the realm to fall, and even lost himself and fell into a frenzy.

The moment his mood was clear, Xiao Shu knew that the time had come, and if he missed this moment, he didn't know when the next time would be.

However, Xiao Shu never thought that there would be so many swords willing to help him, whether it was a famous sword or an ordinary iron sword, and what was even more unexpected was that this move caused a vision of heaven and earth, thunder, and gradually knocked down the sword tide.

But at this moment, he has no time to be distracted, a million swords have a million swordsmanship, how can one person and one heart bear it, even if he sinks into selflessness, his mind is slowly swallowed up by the huge and complex sword dao, his own sword intent is gradually dissipated, coupled with the thunder of heavenly punishment, Xiao Shu only feels more and more difficult.

As the last thunderbolt fell, the sword tide that covered the sky and the sun was scattered into a meteor in the sky, and the residual sword that had not disappeared was like a rain of fire, if it was allowed to go on like this, half of Muzhou would be destroyed in this night.

"It's over. The boy sighed.

"Selfless swordman? The girl in white chuckled, Linglongzi was silent, playing the piano by herself, and she didn't look up until the end.

"As the old saying goes, you can't eat hot tofu in a hurry, and today's young people, their hearts are higher than the sky, and they all want to climb to the sky in one step, but it's a pity that their lives are thinner than paper. Wang Banxian shook his head.

Xiao Shu knelt on the ground, his eyes became more and more indifferent, without a trace of emotion, maybe he did not choose voluntarily when he first entered the way of the sword, but now, if it is wiped out, he really has nothing left, what to talk about, what to talk about, what to choose, everything is empty words.

Are you really too impulsive?

Maybe it's better to wait a few years?

The sword intent is dissipating, even if he is still trying his best to keep his mind clear, but it is still like the sword rain falling from the sky, and it is silent little by little.

"Let's go back. Xiao Shu sighed, gently spit out three words, and once again stood up under huge pressure, raised his right hand, the momentum of the originally falling sword rain slowed down, and the sound of swords resounded between heaven and earth, like sorrow and crying.

The sword that was still intact hovered above Xiao Shu's head three times, and left one by one.

The broken swords were like homecoming, and they were all dragged by Xiao Shu and fell beside him, but fortunately, the surrounding villagers had moved away, densely filled with broken swords, and there was not even a place to stay.

The Red Leaf Sword was like an old friend, quietly hovering in front of Xiao Shu, and there were a few more scars on the scarlet sword, which was the scar that forcibly inherited the heavenly thunder, just like the returning Tai'a, Kunwu, Chixiao, and the three-foot autumn water, each sword had more or less a trace of scarring on its body.

It was their choice, and they chose to come even though they knew it would.

Xiao Shu looked at the flying swords that were far away, looked down at his body, there were many broken swords, like a tomb of swords, he held the red leaves, put them back into the umbrella, and said in a low voice, "Thank you." ”

This night, there was an extra Ten Thousand Sword Flat in Nancheng, but there was one less Heavenly Xuan Sword Maker in the world.

After that night, there was a touch of indifference in Xiao Shu's eyes, maybe he was still selfless, maybe he was still in a state of mind, but his sword path no longer existed after this night.

But as if nothing had happened, he looked back and saw his room pierced by ten thousand swords, and he couldn't help but be stunned for a moment, pulled out the swords in the house one after another, piled them together, and then inserted them into the courtyard one by one, until they lost the hilt of the sword, and buried them completely in the ground.