At the moment when Xia Dong was completely unsheathed, the sword soared by eighty zhang.

Beams of light as thick as arms and wrists shot up, like pillars supporting the sky, blocking the seal of the plum blossom brand. When the two met, countless fragments of stars sputtered, scattering the forest like a flowing fire, burning plum trees......

Hanging upside down in the air, Shen Yifeng, whose white hair was flying wildly, rarely showed a dignified look.

Although he had never underestimated Su Tang, a little-known young swordsman, the moment of the fight still made him feel panicked when he encountered an unprecedented fierce opponent.

And this only comes from the unsheathed blade.

"Will I lose?"

Looking at the tiny figure as small as an ant under the imprint of plum blossoms, fearful thoughts came to mind.

However, this thought was instantly forgotten by Shen Zhifeng. As a peerless Tianjiao who has been famous in the rivers and lakes for several years, no one knows better than him that he is most distracted when facing the enemy, especially the opponent's realm cultivation is not much different from his own.

His eyes showed determination, as if he had let out a cry from the bottom of his heart.

As a result, the torrent-like true qi gathered from the limbs and hundreds of bones towards the palm, and then spread evenly on the plum blossom brand. Like fuel, more like food, the five petals of the extremely high temperature of the plum blossom suddenly rose into red fireworks, burning the true qi.

The plum blossom that was hovering in the air with heavy snow looked like the fire lotus when the Great Sage Venerable of the Taixuan Realm of the Southern Dynasty Buddha Kingdom sat on the calcined Buddha bone rosary.

The fire lotus is burning.

The sword beam is also burning.

So the plum blossom brand continued to fall.

It was as if Xu Xiake, who had been under the pressure of Mount Tai, had his feet sunk into the snowy ground, and his knees were buried, but his back was still straight.

It's like that beam.

It's not that I have some mighty and unyielding belief in my heart, and I would rather bend than bend. Master taught him since he was a child that Jianghu Erlang does not need to be restrained by red tape, it is normal for people to run away if they can't beat him, and they don't have to linger on nostalgia.

The reason why the back is straight is purely a feeling.

For the first time, he felt that he still had some strength left.

If you can hold on, you will be able to hold it up longer.

It's that simple.

This is his sword and his word.

His knife had just come out of its sheath, and he hadn't really made a move yet. In the face of a prestigious opponent like Shen Yifeng, he naturally did not rely on the foolish plan of winning with a sword when he drew his sword.

He knows very well that he has to give his all to have a chance of winning, and that means having no reservations.

Therefore, Xu Xiake poured the remaining Sancheng cultivation, that is, his remaining strength, into his heavy arms, like a green snake with the thickness of a bowl.

Then the hand that held the handle of the sword became stronger and stronger. Until a certain moment, he climbed to the top of his form. Xu Xiake did not hesitate at all, waved his hand, and drew a silent knife mark about a hundred zhang long from the south and north across the sky towards the snowy sky.

The scar slashed through the center of the straight beam of light like a cross. It's just that the vertical of the cross burns with the flames, and gradually becomes shorter. The remaining horizontal is far away from the bottom to the sky, and in an instant, the plum blossom brand that looks like a Buddha sitting on a fire lotus will be scratched.

The young white-headed Shen Yifeng didn't expect that he still underestimated the power of this knife, and when he saw the knife rushing to his face, he was frightened and desperately dodged.

The sword is unstoppable and submerges into the clouds.

I only heard a muffled thunder rolling in the depths of the clouds, and then there was a cloudy strange road that I don't know whether it was the snow in the sky or the drifting cotton wool, which was divided into two, and the catastrophe came with the terrible north wind......

Yes, the knife cut through the clouds.

He also angered Tianwei.

This is the result and power that Xu Xiake never imagined, so that he was a little stunned after the knife.

Desperately dodging the moment when the Shen Yi wind fell to the ground, falling in the forest of the sea of fire burning red plums, letting the plum blossom flames scattered in mid-air shoot everywhere, and no longer had the fairy temperament of the previous light and breezy, but it was as sluggish as the Su Tang swordsman.

His sluggishness was slightly different from Xu Xiake, it was six points of shock and four points of pain.

He lost.

The rivers and lakes have been famous for several years, and they are as famous as Xishu Ye Liuxian and Jiangnannan Gu, and Shen Yifeng, who is known as the unborn and handsome of the world, lost in the hands of Su Tang swordsmen.

An obscure swordsman.

What to say?

The white robes blooming with blood-colored red plums are still lined up, and the silver-haired Shen Yifeng is sad and cannot be broken.

Xu Xiake was the first to wake up from his stupor and regain his senses. He looked at the figure hundreds of meters away and began to think.

He's not good at it, he's just curious.

Although the power of that Winter Annihilation Sword Intent is infinite, it can be called the handiwork of the gods, but how can it be said that Shen Yifeng also entered the Martial Dao Sevenfold Transformation Mortal Realm a few years ago, chic and casual, with a heavenly posture, how can he be so vulnerable?

Xu Xiake looked at the other party who was immersed in grief, and he figured out the joints in it, and put Xia Dong into the sheath, and sighed: "Shen Yifeng is still Shen Yifeng, but it is no longer Beiyan Shen Yifeng." ”

Xu Xiake turned around and walked out of the sea of fire where the snow drifted and the merlin was burned, leaving only an echoing sound.

Shen Yifeng suddenly realized, shook his body and knelt down in Merlin.

Yes, he is no longer the Beiyan Shen Yifeng who is as famous as Ye Liuxian's generation.

When did it start?

He thought, maybe since he killed the first negative man that day. Perhaps earlier, starting with the erection of the stele. Or maybe he was already in a state of decline when he unknowingly stepped into the city of Destruction with intermittent amnesia.

It was not the martial arts cultivation that fell, but the state of mind.

Having experienced betrayal, he has been haunted by the scene of the night that night when Kagawa rowed a leaf boat and took Mei Xunxue away, and he has never been able to erase it from his mind.

So he swore that he would kill all the bad people in the world.

Over the years, he did kill many people and take many people in.

But what do you end up with?

In addition to the endless decline, he was still depressed. Even when killing, it is not possible to produce the slightest pleasure.

Why?

It's about persistence, but also about obsession.

Because Mei Xunxue, who brought him endless pain, is still alive, and Ritsu Kagawa is also alive.

Not only are they living a wonderful life, but they have even married a Taoist couple in the ethereal Lingyun Pavilion at this moment, and they are riding the crane immortal to the world, who can take pity on themselves?

In the past few years, the so-called killing all the negative people in the world is just an escape without courage. Knowing that Mei Xunxue and Lu Xiangchuan were in Lingyun Pavilion, he didn't even dare to come to his mind.

It's just because it's the Lingyun Pavilion that has been inherited by the rivers and lakes for hundreds of years and is still as mysterious as ever.

Shen Yifeng on his back.

Let the cold snowflakes kiss her cheeks.

He opened his hands and embraced heaven and earth.

A teardrop slipped from the corner of his eye.

As a result, the burning red plums around them floated, and many memories and pictures of the past resurfaced in the beating flames. Those images burned like pages, and a piece of Merlin turned to ashes with the large Merlin that had been in business for several years.

He burst into laughter.

His mad laughter spread far away, floating out of the sea of fire, penetrating distance and air, and reaching a street in the city where people came and went, and into the ears of Xu Xiake, who had just bought a few baked cakes from the bakery.

It was Shen Zhifeng's war book.

Just waited for him to go to the Lingyun Pavilion but fell in love and let go of his obsession......