The corners of the clothes fluttered, the sword light was cold, and the wind and snow followed.

There were things that he couldn't empathize with, but he did feel heartache.

The shadow of the sword is almost like a meteor, absolutely absolute, and the lifeless sword makes that Dao person despair.

Whether it is this sword intent, or the wind and snow between heaven and earth, there is a chill, but the cold is not the body, but the mana, and the vitality.

It reminded him of the time when he was the old tree, and every late autumn and early winter, when the dead leaves were scattered and the vitality was gone.

It's just that there is still life in winter among the four seasons between heaven and earth, but there is no here, only the meaning of extinction.

At this moment, Liu Baiyi can almost be said to be half-stepping into the Dao, coupled with the spiritual power emitted by that heart, his body has been healed, and his mana has reached a higher level.

The three-foot long sword in his hand was a perverse one, and what he cast was the sixteen swords that killed him, and under the urging of the withered sword intent, the sword qi turned into ashes, and everywhere he cut was a bone erosion, annihilating all vitality.

"You ......"

When the Dao man saw this scene, he was immediately shocked, he had seen many swordsmen in the past thousands of years, and there were amazing talents, some of them were famous, and some of them were arrogant, but he had never seen such a decisive sword, and this sword qi turned into dead air.

Also, when it withers, how is it not the time when all things die.

He vomited a spell in his mouth, wanting to attract thunder and lightning, but this wind and snow are boundless, and there is no shadow of thunder and lightning in several rounds.

"Millennial Tree God. ”

However, no matter how ordinary the Dao master is, seventeen green crystalline things suddenly emanated from his Dao robe, reflecting one after another brilliance, and in an instant, they had already sunk into the soil, and then green shoots grew in this Jedi.

That was his seed, that was the essence of his life for thousands of years, and at this moment, he turned into seventeen people, the same as him, and they were all masters of heaven and man, this is his incarnation.

"Today, whatever you do, I will kill you. ”

Liu Baiyi's face remained unchanged, and the sword in his hand immediately rose into the air like a swimming dragon, turning from one to ten thousand, and it was scattered all over the world and returned to Wuji.

Immediately, I saw that there were streamers flying and staggering between the surrounding heaven and earth, and the gray sword qi left one trail after another, weaving a net.

And he himself, as soon as the sword finger moved, the sword qi suddenly came out of his body, and in the wind and snow, there were many phantoms, and the sword moves changed, enveloping all directions.

"Click!"

But at this moment, a thunderbolt erupted from the man's palm, and the sound was amazing, and it slashed through the wind and snow towards him.

"Boom!"

A huge scorched pit suddenly appeared on the ground.

"Tick ...... Tick ......"

This is the sound of blood dripping, very clear, dripping at Liu Baiyi's feet, but he didn't look at it, it was a scrape, almost avoided by Liu Baiyi in a thousand moments, but it was still rubbing his shoulder, and the burnt fragrance of the flesh slowly dissipated under the spiritual power.

And at this moment, there were seventeen palm thunders attacking at the same time.

Although the power is not as good as this one, it cannot be underestimated.

"Boom, boom, boom......"

Suddenly the explosion was endless.

And the sky-wide galloping streamer also shrouded this place, attacking indiscriminately, under the vertical and horizontal sword qi, and suddenly the earth and wood flew and left an astonishing ravine.

"It seems that you have failed. ”

After a long time, in the wind and snow, Liu Baiyi looked at his bleeding arm, and the blood flowed down his arm to his fingertips, and then dripped down, and most of the other places were like this.

However, the reason why he looked away was because the seventeen Dao people around him had fallen to the ground in mutilation, and some of them had even returned to the appearance of their previous seeds.

And at his feet, there was a man who had his limbs cut off, that Taoist, the situation of the fish dying and breaking the net, finally ended with Liu Baiyi seriously injuring the Taoist and falling to the ground.

And there is only one end to falling to the ground, which is defeat.

The Taoist pursed his lips slightly, crawled on the ground, his face was stuck in the mud, his hair was scattered, and the muddy water stained his Taoist robe and hair, and he was embarrassed.

And the places where he had been cut off were growing new branches at a rate visible to the naked eye, and then turning into hands and feet, but unfortunately, it all ended after a sword was inserted into his body.

His stiff face slowly grew old, and what looked like the bark of an old tree before was now slowly turning into the bark of an old tree.

"yes, defeated. ”

He muttered softly to himself, his face was flowing with mud, and when he was dying, he suddenly thought of a lot, his life was just an old tree, and he had experienced an unknown number of years of eternal silence and loneliness, and only one day he opened his mind, and he also thought of a person, a woman, who was well-read and reasonable, often leaning on his trunk, basking in the sun, and reciting poetry.

"Ten years of trees, 100 years of people......"

muttered, but, in his mind, the woman's face and voice were not remembered, he had forgotten, forgotten what he had ever thought was the most beautiful, forgot too much.

I don't know when the snow stopped, and it rained again in the sky, but the heavy rain had turned into a drizzle, and it was misty.

What used to be Mangshan is now a scorched earth, and on top of it, there is an old tree, too old, the bark is full of folds, all cracked, as if it will fall off at any time, and it is a lifeless tree.

The wind shone through its bare branches, and a whimper sounded in the hollow, like the cry of an old man.

It didn't take long for me to see a green glowing thing floating out of the tree, very dim, it was a true Yuan Neidan, condensed by the essence of plants and trees, and then, it suddenly dispersed, turning into countless green points of light, like sparks, blending into the soil.

"Boom!"

At this moment, there was a thunderclap in the sky, and a bolt of lightning struck, and the old tree suddenly exploded, scattering wood chips.

And on the earth, green slowly grows, and after a long time, everything has returned to its former calm, full of life.

......

"Kindness, resentment, what can I ask for when I die......"

And somewhere on the mountain road, I saw a lonely man with a lonely back shouting intermittent words while pouring wine. He wanted to get drunk, he wanted to be as drunk as he was back then, but now, he couldn't.

And behind him was a quaint long sword, a three-foot long sword, as if walking with him, and then disappeared into the depths of the mountain road.