Cloudy, not as bright as a sunny day, but still bright, cloudy as no rainy day, but also hazy.

Like cloudy days, it is not to reject the sun, but to let the sun fade away the dazzling light and more soft, more intimate to illuminate the world; like cloudy days, not afraid of rainy roads, but if you can travel comfortably in a refreshing and dry atmosphere, why bother to walk the mud along the way.

When I finally arrived at the wharf more than ten kilometers away from the capital,

If the river is compared to a delicate necklace, then the beautiful painting boats, private restaurants, and gardens dotted along the river are the brilliant gems on this chain, dazzling and fascinating.

The dock is not boring, the lights are colorful, and the red lanterns reveal an intoxicating feeling in this environment.

The Fengyue women who walked back and forth, ring fat and thin, all kinds of them can be seen, there are small jasper, some bold and bold, and some chivalrous women, these owners are really painstaking for business.

Then!

A terrifying sword light that soared into the sky seemed to illuminate the entire sky, making the cloudy sky no longer gray.

This kind of power has never been there, Luo Shan and everyone just got off the boat when they saw this light like a meteor, squinted their eyes and began to stir with all their strength, even after he transformed, he was not sure to take it.

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Until then,

The same cloudy day, here in the Sword Saint and Li Hao, here on the top of the mountain, it is not comfortable and refreshing, quiet, it is solemn, and the wind blowing is also a storm beast.

The sound of the wind was like a hungry wolf pounceing on a sheep, shocking the mountains and forests, mixed with the terrifying momentum of the two people, and the wind became more and more fierce.

It was a surging symphony, and the sound of the wind was everywhere, as if every pore was trembling in the scream of the wind, and every nerve was exploding in the roar of the wind. It's irritable, it's angry, it's destructive.

One of the three saints, his sword is the sword of the storm, fierce and vigorous.

When it ignited and manifested the will of the martial arts, this passionate symphony came to a climax.

It's the third day now, and there are only a few hours left to live.

"It's mine, not yours, you need to create your own"

"Understood, thanks for teaching"

He looked at Li Hao beside him, he had no relatives in his life, and after the blacksmith master died, he was lonely for a lifetime.

How similar this person is to himself makes him feel worried, he doesn't want Li Hao to go his own way, and the sixth sense of his life is very strong, and he feels that it doesn't belong to him,

Then the feeling of worry disappeared for a moment, and he had to fight, and he had to fight to death, so that he died in battle.

Step by step, he continued to walk towards the top of the mountain, and the wind blew his pale hair.

The wind is sluggish and the water is cold, and the warriors will never return.

Holy Stick Venerable, Uncle Sun.

There has been no movement in the past few decades, and the people of the previous generation have kept silent, unwilling to talk about him and this person.

Rumor has it that he is an old-looking general, with his head made into a wine cup and drank the blood of the enemy.

It is rumored that he is a sturdy-looking hero, Wan Zhan claims to be a self-proclaimed non-stick, and he was born with a wide range of eyes.

However, these are not, he is a man who does not look tall, not strong, and has an ordinary build, and has not seen any traces on his face or body for more than a hundred years.

The facial features are upright, and even a little green and immature.

With a stick on his shoulder, he looked at the vast world from the mountain.

When he felt the people behind him getting closer and closer, Uncle Sun turned around, once they were both friends and foes, trying to break through the boundaries in the ultimate battle in the hope of finding traces above the grandmaster, but unfortunately they all failed.

He was not a victor back then, he could only be regarded as a relatively minor injury, and the other party disappeared for decades.

"I'm glad to see you"

This familiar voice made the Sword Saint laugh, the Storm Sword was even more terrifying, and the wind cracked even more violently.

"Me too, let's fight!!"

"Good!!"

Just like last time, there were no too many words, and they couldn't wait for each other.

Uncle Sun's stick is the stick of guardianship, and the strongest attack is the power from guardianship.

once held the hand of his beloved, but he had no choice but to let go, hoping that he would meet again one day.

It's a pity that there is no chance,

Love, is there a restart? Grab her hand, will it let go again?

After entering the grandmaster, there are only three moves, and the person who used to like it likes three, always teasing that he has a stick, and laughing at him for being a monkey,

He only created three formulas, called the Monkey Three Sticks.

A stick out of the sky and the earth shocked, the wind and clouds change color, there is no move name, nothing else, only to attack with the power of guardianship, very pure.

Juggernaut Idiot,

As soon as the sword came out, he didn't hold a sword, he was a sword, and his body was a sword, like a world-destroying storm that overtook the opponent and attacked the past.

Bang

The mountain peak was shattered by the aftermath, and the two people in the sky seemed to have no influence and were brewing the next move, which was a competition, a battle of life and death, and a collision of strength.

"Like, I can't fight you slowly"

The sword saint felt that his body could not support the long-term battle, and he said so, and finally the mystery was about to bloom.

"Good"

After Uncle Sun of the Holy Stick found out, he promised the other party,

There is no evasion, no intention of consuming each other, and only wants to fight each other when they are at their strongest.

I saw wisps of light pouring out from the sword saint idiot, floating above the body to condense a unique figure,

It's like a fantasy, it's real, it's ethereal. This is his soul, even sublimated to the level of the primordial god, with great wisdom and great perseverance in this world, the world where there is no grandmaster, groped out the fourth-order gate, and stepped into it with half a foot.

After all, he is not tolerated by the world, and now he feels the will of the world, and he is about to disappear, about to be corrected, to avoid the collapse of the world.

With a sword, the world was destroyed, and several peaks were reduced to nothing.

A sword out, like a meteor crossing, will bloom in a short period of time.

A sword out is all of the idiot, his life, his everything.

Rising into the sky to illuminate the night, its brilliant light can be seen for kilometers away, dazzling and scorching.

The Holy Stick Venerable Sun Bo was defeated, and he couldn't resist this move, and he was beyond the power of this world's level, which was not something that a living being like him who was still in the world could resist.

He lived, and he couldn't forget what the Sword Saint looked like when he attacked himself,

At that time, it seemed to be real and the ethereal idiot was laughing, and he couldn't say anything, but he understood that the three words in his mouth were: You lost, and then the sword was offset, so he survived.

The stick in Uncle Sun's hand fell to the place, looking at the direction where the sword flew away, it was already fleeting, the bloom was finished, and there was silence.

Li Hao caught the body of the idiot who fell from the sky, there was no soul in it, his face was gray and black, and it was not ruddy.