Whether it is the morning when the mist is gentle, or the dusk when the sunset is full, or the late night when the wind is howling, from any angle, that mountain is still a giant sword that cannot be concealed by the gentleness and majesty of heaven and earth.

The straight and steep mountain pierces the clouds, unchanged for thousands of years, which is daunting and at the same time, I can't help but feel inexplicable respect.

There are not even many trees on this mountain, but there is a quiet lake on the top of the mountain, and the surface of the mirror lake reflects the sky and the hearts of the people.

Some people came out of the empty wilderness below the mountain.

These people come from different places, and even the clothes on their bodies are very different.

They came down the hill and then walked up the trail where goats could easily fall to their deaths.

There were more and more people climbing the mountain, but more and more people were returning to descend the mountain, and only two people stayed before approaching the last ten kilometers of the mountain trail of the lake.

The weather was still cold, but the clothes they wore were very thin, and they didn't seem to be afraid of the cold.

They stopped, and just stared intently at the dead wood sticking out of the cliff in front of them.

Two swords stuck in the blackened dead wood that had been struck by lightning stuck in them.

One is cyan, the blade and hilt are like glass, and the other is gray, but the body of the sword is covered with looming black spots, which makes it easy to think of the belly of some kind of poisonous snake.

"Qingli?"

One person raised his eyebrows slightly, and spoke first.

It was a tall, middle-aged man wearing an inky light shirt with a broadsword hanging from his waist. The weight of the broadsword seemed to tear him down the mountain at any moment, but to him, it was as insignificant as hanging an ear of wheat.

"Yes. ”

The second speaker laughed wryly.

It was a young man dressed in shabby linen, his hair was obviously self-trimmed, somewhat untidy, and the many marks he had seen on the mountain path before could not shake his resolute face in the slightest, but looking at the cyan sword, his thin shoulders shrunk and he felt fear.

"Poisonous belly, seventh on the sword weapon list. ”

The tall middle-aged man's gaze fell on the sword covered with looming black spots on the sword's body, and the look in his eyes gradually calmed down, "Before we arrived at the lakeside, the third and seventh swords on the sword list have already fallen here, and this year's sword meeting is really unprecedented." ”

After saying this, he said no more, nor did he look at the young man in the old linen clothes, and strode forward.

Although the sword weapon is amazing, and the mountain path ahead is even steeper, no one deliberately falls the prohibition, and there is no need to break it with effort, so for him, it is a smooth road.

In just a few breaths, his figure disappeared from the young man's sight.

The young man frowned, knowing that the expected opponent was much stronger than himself, and he was afraid that it would have a great impact on his enterprising Kenshin, but since he was here, there was no reason to leave without a glance.

He also strode after him, but at last he was reluctant to accept the two good swords that were much stronger than his own saber, and turned around and drew a sword from the blackened dead wood and put it away.

It's just that for some reason, he didn't choose the higher-ranked green glass, but instead took the poisonous belly.

......

On the shore of Mirror Lake, dozens of people have arrived.

When the young man arrived, a sword light was rising from the middle of the lake, flying higher and higher, all the way up, to the sky.

The sword light flew too high, and in an instant, he couldn't see it clearly, but even if it was high in the air, this sword light was still perpendicular to the ground and not scattered at all.

To make such a sword fly up such a high altitude, and the path of the sword is so straight, it is like burning a stick of incense, and it is as difficult as making the smoke rush up to the sky, but not be blown crooked by the wind.

The young man was amazed, thinking that it should be difficult for him to do it, but he couldn't figure out what the sword was doing.

He thought in his heart, but someone said sarcastically: "No matter how high you fly, you will still fall, what is the use of flying high?"

The man who spoke was dressed in white and stood under an apricot tree.

There are very few apricot trees on such high mountains, but this one is not only stout, but also has a lot of dry fruit hanging from its branches.

The young man who had picked up the sword felt ashamed of himself at first glance.

The man in white has a picturesque face, even if it is a man, he can be described as extremely beautiful, and his partial figure is also impeccable, but his expression looks cold and unapproachable, just like the snow on the mountain.

A laugh rang out at this moment.

While the young man was looking at the white-clothed swordsman, someone was also looking at him.

It was a man in a green shirt with short hair, ordinary clothes, ordinary face, and even an ordinary figure, he smiled and looked at the sword that the young man picked up behind him, and said, "It seems that you should be Guo Qiujue, a well-known swordsman in Chudi recently." ”

The young man was stunned, "How do you know?"

"You've been really famous lately, and besides, your Yunmeng Sword Sect is really poor. The short-haired man in the green shirt wanted to hold back, but he didn't hold back after all, and he couldn't help laughing.

Guo Qiu realized that what the other party said was that he was picking up a sword on the road, his face was slightly hot, but he felt that the man in green shirt was close, and said, "Who is this brother?"

"Qin, Bashan Sword Field, Yu Zuochi. The short-haired man in the green shirt bowed his head slightly.

Those who can be here are the strongest swordsmen in the world, but the names of Bashan Sword Field and Yu Zuochi have really never been heard, Guo Qiujue wants to say that he has admired the name for a long time, but it is because of his temperament, and he can't say it for a while, so he can't help but be a little embarrassed.

Yu Zuochi saw his embarrassment, but he laughed, "I rarely walked around outside before, if you want to say that you have heard it, it is hypocritical." ”

Guo Qiujue's eyes lit up slightly, and he suddenly felt that this person was heroic.

The white-clothed swordsman turned his head at this time and glanced at Guo Qiujue and the sword he was carrying, but he snorted coldly.

"He is a hundred miles of tassels, and he is also from Qin, Minshan Sword Sect. Yu Zuochi smiled, "But don't get me wrong, he thinks I'm talking a lot all the way, not because you picked up the sword." ”

The white-clothed swordsman frowned slightly, and glanced at Yu Zuochi coldly, "Do you want to talk more?"

Yu Zuochi said seriously: "Actually, I don't talk much, but you talk too little." ”

Guo Qiujue suddenly felt that these two people were good, and smiled at the two of them and saluted.

"Twenty-three years ago, a large amount of cold iron was found in this mirror lake, the quality was so good, it was enough to surpass the sword tire of many swords without the smelting of famous teachers, and the cultivators of various sects gathered here, about sword fighting, in order of ranking, to determine the ownership of these cold irons. Yu Zuochi looked at the looming sword light that stood still in the sky, but he couldn't help but kick a stone at the calm lake in front of him, and he was suddenly a little inexplicably happy when he saw the blue sky reflected in the water being stirred by his stone, " Twenty-three years ago, it was Yue Kunwu of Yunshui Palace who won here, Yue Kunwu broke the cold pool with a move, and finally he flew the sword to the sky, which is to let people see his immovable sword heart, and let people understand that he is not only true Yuan is powerful, but the tricks are exquisite, and now this person flies the sword to the sky, but he wants people to know at a glance that his immovable sword heart has surpassed Yue Kunwu twenty-three years ago. ”

"It's still a lot of talk. Baili Tassel felt that this person was too boring, but after saying a word, he thought that this person was afraid that he would say that he had too few words to make him talk too much, so he added coldly, "Who doesn't know this?"

Guo Qiujue's expression was suddenly a little embarrassed, "I really don't know." ”

Yu Zuochi couldn't help but smile again, but then he was positive, and said: "Before I finished speaking, this person showed that his immovable sword heart has surpassed the grandmaster of Yunshui Palace back then, you are bored with tassels for hundreds of miles, so what do the people of Yunshui Palace think now?"

Baili Tassel and Guo Qiujue's hearts suddenly moved.

"This person is Yu Qingqi, Da Ming Sword, second on the sword list. Yu Zuochi said: "But..."

"What's the use?" Baili Tassel interrupted him directly.

Mirror Lake moves.

The calm water surface felt someone's sword intent, fluctuating, a wave surged, a person stood on top of the waves, held a sword across his chest, and said directly: "Yu Qingqi, you are all dead when you are in Yunshui Palace?"

This man has a very strong tone, but he is very beautiful.

It's really beautiful.

Because she is a woman, her eyebrows are picturesque, her hair is tied into a hanging bun, and a hairpin like a snow jade hairpin is inserted obliquely, her skin is like condensed fat, and her eyebrows are like ink drawings. No fat powder, but it is thrillingly beautiful. She was dressed in a jade white feather gauze water sleeve palace dress, standing on top of the waves, like the legendary Luoshen.

Guo Qiujue was a little stunned, and muttered to himself: "Yunshui Palace Master Yuntang, it turns out..."

"Women are also worthy of swords?"

At the other end of the face she faced, on top of the black stone, the man glanced at her faintly, and the sword light remained immovable in the cold wind.