"Shaft, die!"

Jian Nanzi scolded angrily, and the ice blue long sword was fiercely pointed out. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

This is the second of the four styles of the Tianshan Sword Technique, the cold mind gives birth to the Sword Technique.

The Tianshan Sword Technique is divided into four styles, the first type of Qinglian Sword Technique, the second type of Cold Mind Yisheng Sword Technique, the third type of Sword Vertical and Horizontal Sword Technique, the fourth type of Human Sword Demon Sword Technique, and the Four Types of Sword Technique.

There are no bad exercises in the world, only bad people.

The cold thought of the sword, in the hands of Jian Nanzi, the old monster of the Jiedan, was unmatched, only to see an ice-blue long sword like ice crystals condensed, and the surrounding air was instantly lowered by a level, this cold comes from everyone's soul, and this swordsmanship, specializing in killing souls, no matter how strong the body is, the fragility of the soul is unmatched.

"The cold mind is born, the cold is the mind, the sword is born, and the heaven and earth are destroyed!"

Under the control of the majestic spiritual power, the speed of the long sword was almost invisible, and it disappeared in front of everyone's eyes in just a flash, and when it reappeared, it was already in the thundercloud!

"You dare!"

The young man in white's face was as black as the bottom of a pot, such a villain, it was the most annoying to him, he immediately made a move, with a wave of his big sleeves, the ice blue long sword was caught by an invisible big hand before he was chased and killed by the thunderclouds!

Rumble!

The violent chill, at the moment when the sword was crushed, burst out fiercely, the young man in white sighed lightly, the cold clothes in his eyes, and clenched his fists slightly, the chill that seemed terrible to outsiders was pinched and exploded, and it couldn't exude the slightest!

This sudden scene is slow to say, and when it actually happens, it is just a moment, and by the time everyone reacts, everything has already happened.

Sun Jian's attack was a little later than the cold thought sword, and before he could hit it, he saw that the cold thought sword was pinched and exploded, and his heart and liver trembled violently, and the secret path was not good, but if he wanted to retreat, it was too late!

"Get out!"

didn't even look at Sun Jian, the young man in white snorted coldly, his voice was not loud, but it contained a kind of domineering coercion, which directly shook this Sun Zhen away, Sun Zhen's face was like gold paper, and he was scolded by this life, just like Duan Xuan's kite, falling down.

Sizzle

There was a dead silence all around, except for the sound of gasps.

It's too strong! Just a shout, he regarded everyone as an invincible and almost invincible strong man, and shocked Shengsheng, this young man in white is simply a monster!

Seeing this, Jian Nanzi's face became even colder, looking at the young man in white, his face was full of fear.

"This person, the origin is unknown, the cultivation is strong, and I can never match ......"

"But that black-skinned scholar must not let him complete the condensation of the Purple Mansion, otherwise, it will be a big disaster!"

He was very entangled in his heart, and when he was struggling, suddenly, there was a fluctuation in the heavens and the earth, which made his brows tremble fiercely!

No one around him knew better what this fluctuation meant.

Behind him, many disciples of the Tianshan Sword Sect felt a tightness in their chests, as if they had essentially suppressed their own existence and were born!

And this feeling, the stronger the cultivation, the clearer it feels!

Wu Yun's brows furrowed tightly, he also felt this feeling!

Without warning, an old man in sackcloth walked out of nowhere, and it was not until he walked in front of the young man in white that everyone found him.

This old man, hunched very high, his high and bulging back was like a small mountain, and on his back, there was a rusty long sword, a scarlet wound, shocking, pus and blood mixed with viscous yellow liquid, flowing down, very terrible.

This dress, as long as anyone with eyes can see that this old man is definitely a great man!

But on the contrary, there is no trace of spiritual power fluctuations on this old man's body, just like an ordinary homely old man, if it weren't for his unique shape, I'm afraid no one would care about him.

The appearance of the old man, the face of the young man in white appeared solemn for the first time.

The old man in white's wrinkled face looked at the young man in white, and his cloudy eyes revealed a complicated look, but more than that, resentment!

"Master!" the old man said softly, his words full of vicissitudes.

When everyone heard this, they were all shocked, what did this old man call this young man in white? Yes, Master?!

This old man is actually the apprentice of this young man in white?

From the point of view of appearance, it seems very strange, this old man doesn't know how old he is, and he actually detains a young man called Shizun, and looking at his sincere appearance, it seems that he is not joking.

However, the age of this young man in white can no longer be measured by appearance, the birth of this immortal land is because of this young man, in terms of seniority, the person who is doing it may be younger than the generation of this young man in white.

The young man in white looked at the old man, his face was not excited, but his face was calm, only the solemn color revealed in the depths of his pupils, which made people know that the relationship between the young man in white and the old man seemed to be not just as simple as the surface.

"What do you call me?"

The young man in white looked at the old man, opened his voice tepidly, and at some point, he had already pinched out a spear in his hand!

Looking at this young man in white, who didn't want to see himself like this, the old man was not angry, and still said, "I call you, Master!"

"Once, you were my master, and you treated me well, and you deserved the name of this master!"

"Well deserved!?" seemed to hear the funniest joke in the world, the young man in white sneered, "Your master, I don't dare to be it!"

"When you betrayed me and dug up the root vein of the flowers, you had already decided the relationship between you and me, not a master and an apprentice, but an enemy!"

"You tried every means to get close to me back then, presumably just for the foundation of this flower, it's ridiculous that I actually believed you back then!"

With a sad smile, the old man in white was reminded of the past in his mind, and the spear shook and hit the old man's throat!

The young man in white showed a look in his eyes, and he immediately stabbed it fiercely!

"Today, I will ask you to be the soul of my flowers, and bury you!"

The golden tempering of the spear, in the hands of the young man in white, burst out, a terrible coercion, descended here, the people present were all surprised, in front of their eyes, a vast expanse, everything in front of them, only this one was left!

Suddenly, someone found a strange color in this horse training, which was a strange black!

In the midst of gold, the abrupt appearance of black is very eye-catching.

In the next breath, a terrifying sword qi flew out of this refinement!

The figure of the old man in Mai reappeared in front of everyone again, but his face was a little younger, his body was straight, and the long sword also fell into his hand, and a terrible aura of squinting came from him!

Nanwo was trembling, this breath of contempt had not appeared for too long!

Wu Yun's lips turned white, looking at the back of the old man in sackcloth, his eyes revealed a deep and incredible color!

"Tien Shan...... Daozi!"