In the plum forest, as in the past, the white plum blossoms are spread all over every corner of the plum village. Pen Fun Pavilion www.biquge.info on a plum tree with sloping branches, and one is lying on it at this time. He was dressed in a white robe, his long coat swaying gently in the breeze, and his plum hair pouring down.

He was holding a flask in his right hand and was pouring it into his mouth one by one. He was very fond of drinking? Indeed, for a long time, he relied on spirits to relieve the pain, to relieve the pain in his heart. But he seldom drank as much as he did today, and drank without purpose or moderation, because he was troubled.

What annoyed him was that he had made a bow to any of his own, which was nothing. But his original plan was to fight a duel with any of them, a duel to the death. But now it's obviously impossible, and they're brothers. But under Shen Luo's knife, there is only life and death, only killing, but no mercy.

Since you can't fight a duel, let's go, just go. Without even saying hello to his two sworn brothers, he wore a white shirt and carried a black iron knife on his back, and gradually disappeared at Merlin's end. The plum blossoms fluttered, like snow, covering his traces.

The clouds rise from Taihua Mountain, and the clouds and mountains are bright and extinguished each other.

The east peak began to contain the scenery, and I saw the pine snow.

Standing on the desperate road of Huashan and looking at the abyss under his feet, Shen Luo knew what the danger of the mountain was and what the mountain was steep.

The destination of his trip was the Huashan Sword Sect standing on the top of Huashan Mountain, which is said to be the Quanzhen Dao Sect. Hao Datong, one of the seven truths of the Zunbei, is the patriarch of the opening school. After years of Huashan faction has been a famous and decent school in the martial arts, and the martial arts of Huashan faction, especially swordsmanship, after more than 100 years of development, has formed a complete set of perfect swordsmanship system, and then after the masters of Huashan faction in the past dynasties, Huashan faction swordsmanship is more and more exquisite, sonic shock martial arts, so Huashan faction is also known as Huashan sword faction. Another is a famous martial arts school of martial arts novels, known for making swords.

But Xuan He's Huashan faction for a while suffered a great loss in strength after the sword qi battle, and now the masters who can take the shot are only the head of Huashan, the gentleman Jian Yue Buqun, and his wife Huashan Woman Ning Zhongze. The two of them were already defeated by Shen Luo's subordinates at the Golden Basin Washing Conference, so they were naturally not Shen Luo's targets. He is for Huashan "Qing" word generation predecessors Feng Qingyang, this Feng Qingyang had a great opportunity when he was young, and was fortunate to inherit the mantle of the peerless sword demon Dugu seeking defeat, and single-handed Dugu Nine Swords reached the realm, he is the first person in the world to use swords, and it is the only person in the world who can match the undefeated in the East.

Shen Luo had never seen Feng Qingyang, so he didn't know how good his martial arts were, and he didn't know how high his swordsmanship was.

But he knows one thing, his martial arts are not as good as Feng Qingyang, he will lose, and he may die. But he still has to come to die, because if he doesn't. It can't compare to the wind for a lifetime.

He mobilized his internal force and jumped in the mountains against the wind. He heard the sound of the wind galloping in his ears, he heard the sound of the pine waves in the breeze through the forest, and he even heard the sound of the disciple's long sword waving on the Huashan martial arts stage. His heart has never been at peace, because if he can't calm down, all that awaits him is death.

Soon, he came to the back mountain of Huashan, and as far as the eye could see, there was a bare platform on the cliff wall. That's the famous Siguo Cliff. He jumped onto the cliff. He saw a large hole, and he vaguely heard the sound of a sword swinging through it.

"Could it be Ling Hu Chong, he has already obtained the Dugu Nine Swords!" Shen Luo muttered to himself.

He entered the stone cave, and after walking a few steps, he suddenly found that the sword practice had come to an abrupt end.

He saw Ling Hu Chong, he had changed a lot, his skin was dark, his hands were calloused, his eyes were firmer, his face was more resolute, and his martial arts were not the same. The only thing that hasn't changed is his drunken body. From this point of view, they should be confidants, but this is not the case.

Shen ...... Devil, why are you coming to my Huashan? Ling Hu Chong originally planned to shout "Brother Shen", but when he thought that the other party was the great enemy of the entire Orthodox Church, he took it back. is different from the original book, at this time, Ling Hu Chong is still a famous and decent disciple, and he is still a beloved disciple of the hypocrite Yue Buqun. Shen Luo's birth instantly attracted the attention of the entire martial arts, and indirectly eliminated the contradictions within the righteous path.

Looking at Ling Hu Chong in front of him, Shen Luo showed a smile and said, "You are very good!" He was referring to Ling Hu Chong's martial arts. At this moment, Linghu Chong has not only learned the Dugu Nine Swords, but also has been taught "Zixia Divine Skill" by Yue Buqun himself, and there is no heterogeneous true qi in the original work. can be regarded as a big master.

After Shen Luo finished speaking, he didn't pay attention to Ling Hu Chong anymore and sat on the stone bench on the side alone.

"Shen Luo, what are you doing sitting here?" Ling Hu Chong asked with a puzzled face, but his tone was a little relaxed.

"Wait for someone!" Shen Luo said.

"Who are you waiting for?" asked Ling Hu Chong again.

"He's waiting for me!" a distant voice came through, which seemed to be close to the ear, and it was difficult to discern the direction.

When Shen Luo heard this, a slight smile appeared on Mu Ran's face, and when he turned around, he saw an old man in a white beard and green robe standing at the mouth of the cave.

"Uncle Fengtai!" Ling Hu Chong exclaimed when he saw the old man.

Feng Qingyang ignored Ling Hu Chong and turned to Shen Luo: "You are Shen Luo, that ruthless knife." ”

Shen Luo didn't speak, and nodded.

Feng Qingyang glanced at Shen Luo deeply, and said: "I can't complain that stupid Yue Buqun is not your enemy, you are indeed a rare master in the rivers and lakes." Suddenly, the conversation changed: "But I don't know what you are looking for me?"

"But I want to fight!" Shen Luo said.

"Young man, you are very strong, so strong that you may not be able to find a few people to be your opponents in this world, but I am not among them!" Feng Qingyang said slowly.

"I know, I even know I might die! But there are always things that cannot be measured by life or death. ”

Listening to Shen Luo's words, Feng Qingyang was silent for a long time, as if he thought of something from the past, he was full of melancholy, and sighed helplessly. "Then let's fight!" he said loudly, with a move of his right hand, the hundred refining sword in Linghu Chong's hand was actually pulled away by his internal force.

Seeing this, Shen Luo's heart couldn't help but froze, but his face was as usual, which made his heart even more silent.

The next moment, Feng Qingyang left the cave with a lifelong leap, and Shen Luo instantly realized it and left. Ling Hu Chong on the side wanted to follow, but it didn't take long for him to lose.

Feng Qingyang and Shen Luo were walking on the ground between the cliffs, leaping and moving, and soon, they came to the top of Huashan. At this moment, this is a barren place, not like the beautiful scenery of Huashan hundreds of years ago.

Shen Luo and Feng Qingyang stood face to face, and the momentum of slaughter gradually spread around. The surrounding air seemed to condense, the pressure was overwhelming, the wind seemed to have stopped, and the entire Huashan Mountain fell into a dead silence. The gravel under his feet seemed to sense danger and began to roll somewhere else.

The wind is clear and stands with his hands in his hands, like a grandmaster's bearing. He held the sword in his right hand, but there was no trace of murderous aura, but his body exuded a dusty momentum, which became more and more ethereal and elusive. He stood quietly at the top of the mountain, as if he were the towering mountain. It's as thick as a mountain, but it's hard to find flaws.

Shen Luo quietly looked at the wind Qingyang, motionless, even his eyes were slightly closed, as if he was asleep, but everyone knew what kind of dazzling light was hidden in his eyes.

The wind blows, and their hair flutters gently...... In vain, the two of them moved, fast! I can't tell which one comes first!

Shen Luo's knife, broken love, ruthless, majestic, leaving no trace of the way back, not only murderous ruthlessness, but also ruthlessness in this place.

A knife is out, and there is no way back. Under the breathtaking light of the knife, no one could not help but be afraid, because no one could describe the sharpness and speed of that knife, no one could imagine it, and no one could dodge it. If there are really immortals, Buddhas, ghosts and gods in heaven and earth, they will definitely be moved by this knife.

But things in the world are often unexpected, but the wind in front of him is not among them, his sword, elegant, atmospheric, as if there is no trace of fireworks, and as if everything in heaven and earth is contained in that sword. No one can ignore its power.

The next moment, the sword qi and the sword qi were agitated, like a piece of music floating from the sky, and it was like the most beautiful flower blooming in the frost blade. Heaven and earth were moved. There is a poem: "Heaven and earth have been low for a long time, shining like Yi shooting nine sunsets, like a group of emperors and dragons, coming like thunder to collect anger, like rivers and seas condensing clear light." And that's it.

The fight lasted for a day and a night, and neither the sword nor the sword shadow stopped for a moment. The wind was clear, his cloudy eyes looked at Shen Luo, and the next moment, the essence light emanated from his eyes, which was even more dazzling than the moonlight on the top of Huashan.

The sword flashed, and blood splattered!

No one could parry this sword, not even Shen Luo, but he didn't die! It was a miracle that he could not die! Heaven and earth, there were only two people who could escape under the edge of that sword, which one on the Black Wood Cliff, and the other was Shen Luo.

Am I defeated? A voice sounded in Shen Luo's heart.