The soft groan of the heart, like a deafening bell, mixed with the vicissitudes of life, as if it had inexplicable magic, Yiyun only felt that it was dark in front of him, and suddenly fell into endless darkness.

After a long time, a glimmer of dawn between heaven and earth roared, tearing open the endless darkness, and what appeared in Yiyun's eyes was an ethereal sea of clouds.

Yiyun stood on the top of this sea of clouds, looking down at the clouds surging, and faintly, a lonely peak of ten thousand people suddenly appeared.

This majestic scene appeared without warning, Yiyun was shocked, his black eyes were full of vigilance, his whole body was full of vitality, his hands were clenched into fists, and he was ready to attack.

"Woohoo, I can't get a defeat in my life, and I'm embarrassed to be lonely. ”

The soft groaning sound reappeared, setting off a chilling wind and rolling up ethereal clouds.

A round of golden sun slowly rising, the top of ten thousand, a man with both hands on his back, looking up to the sky, under the golden sun, a lonely shadow murmuring, the man's face is full of wind and frost, stains on the white robe, it seems, this person seems to have gone through the battle of heaven and man before, through the vicissitudes of life, at this moment he is particularly arrogant.

Looking at this arrogant figure, a flash of thought flashed in Yiyun's eyes, as if he had thought of something.

The breeze blows, with a strange fragrance.

Airplanes!

The crisp sound of the sword roared with a wild and uninhibited loneliness that trembled at the sound of the heart.

Yiyun's eyes flickered, and a figure suddenly appeared on the other side of the sea of clouds.

Above the white clouds, the figure hanging in the air, white like frost.

Looking at the arrogant figure, Yiyun's eyes were slightly condensed, although he had never seen this figure, but he guessed who this figure was.

A little surprise and shock slowly condensed in Yiyun's eyes, and at this moment, a certain string in his heart seemed to be touched: "Sword Demon, Murong Nantian!"

That tall figure walked through the clouds, and his pace was very slow, very slow. So slow that the whole world seemed to stand still.

A chill hit, Yiyun quietly looked at the fluttering figure, but there was an uproar in his heart.

In the novels of Jin Yong and Gu Long, peerless swordsmen such as Ximen Blowing Snow, Murong Nantian, Ye Gucheng, Xie Xiaofeng, and Yan Shisan are peerless characters who are forever sought after in the hearts of countless fans of martial arts novels.

This figure did not carry a trace of dust, standing a few meters away from Yiyun. Look down on all living beings.

At this moment, the breeze suddenly rose, and the long black hair fluttered away, and a little chill appeared.

Looking directly at this cool and indifferent gaze like ice, Yiyun's pupils suddenly contracted, his scalp was numb, the hairs on his body suddenly rose, and his breathing was short, Murong Nantian!

"Do you learn swords?" is as arrogant as a snow lotus standing in the wind on the cliff. With a force that shook people's hearts, Murong Nantian muttered to himself.

Bow your jaw and draw your sword.

The glittering blue unsheathed sword glowed with cold light, revealing its edge.

Sonorous!

An impact that resembled an extraterrestrial meteorite. The peerless and independent stunning sword light flashed, like a frightening and pretentious dragon.

The demeanor of this sword is like a mark deeply engraved in Yiyun's mind. Let it be intoxicated, and you can't extricate yourself for a long time.

"Do you know the sword?" the cold voice rose again, and Yiyun was startled. Looking up, the arrogant figure in front of him and the amazing sword light have all dissipated, and they are all gone.

The golden wheel dissipated, and his eyes suddenly became pitch black, and the tide-like darkness once again flooded Yiyun's body

When a little spot of light appeared in Yiyun's eyes, there was a slight whisper of the wind in his ears.

When I opened my eyes, I found that I had returned to the forest, and the previous scene was like putting people in a dream.

"What's the situation?" Yiyun scratched the head of the chicken nest in confusion.

"For more than 30 years, I have killed all the enemies and defeated the heroes, and there is no resistance in the world, and there is nothing to do, but to live in seclusion in the deep valley and take the eagle as a friend. Woohoo, I can't get a defeat in my life, and I'm embarrassed to be lonely. ”

Yiyun's heart was shocked, and his face was flushed with excitement: "This sentence alone has exhausted the majesty of Murong Nantian, a peerless swordsman, who has looked down on the world, and also expressed the loneliness and depression in his heart. It's really a defeat and you can't get it, the great Murong Nantian!"

The more Yiyun thought about it, the more he longed: "If one day, we are like this Murong Nantian, if we seek defeat, it will really be in vain to come to this world to go through such a journey." ”

"Hmph, boy, you really dare to think, you can't be in a few lifetimes!" A sneer sounded in Yiyun's ears, startling his heart pounding.

"Who's talking, get out of here, uncle, I want you to know why the flowers are so red. Yiyun frowned, and immediately shouted.

"The taste of my sword just now, did you kid forget it so quickly?" The voice was still cold, but the ridiculous tone in the tone made the voice a little more angry.

Yiyun was suddenly furious, and rolled his sleeves: "I'll fuck your uncle, what kind of hero is a sneak attack on Lao Tzu, and he has the ability to do it with real swords and guns." ”

After that, Yiyun has gained vitality, and his momentum has changed greatly, and there is a posture that I will never die with you.

"Just you?hahaha, wait until you hold on," the cold voice suddenly disappeared.

The silent forest sea suddenly surged with wind and thunder, and the space around Yiyun began to become distorted, and the endless sword light shone with a sharp edge, cutting the distorted space.

Suddenly, the monstrous sea of blood enveloped the entire forest sea, and a rich bloody aura filled the entire sky.

Airplanes!

A sharp sword roar rang out.

The monstrous sea of blood began to surge wildly, directly turning into a huge blood wave, and rolled towards the righteous clouds fiercely.

Under the blood waves that were hundreds of feet high, Yiyun's figure was as small as an ant.

Yiyun took out his peachwood sword, his black eyes flashed with a brilliant light, staring at the terrifying blood wave, and a faint sneer tugged at the corner of his mouth.

"All the gods are thundering!"

Yiyun raised his hand suddenly, the space behind him shattered, and the endless thunder light was like boundless purple clouds, covering the sky.

Tens of thousands of thunderbolts rushed down, and the thunder sounded, and the hundred zhang blood waves were fiercely bombarded.

"Bang!"

The heavens and the earth trembled, the purple thunder and lightning were like bamboos, and the blood rain poured down from the sky like a torrential rain, encompassing the entire forest sea.

"Hmph! The little illusion wants to bluff Uncle Ben, it's really a joke. ”

Yiyun raised his head suddenly, and the peachwood sword in his hand swung out cyan light and shadow, slamming into the shattered space behind him.

"Whoa!"

There was a sound like glass breaking, and the entire forest sea trembled, and the space as far as the eye could see was covered with cracks like spider webs.

Suddenly, the air became unusually heavy.

A violent suction force surged out from the sea of blood, and the blood clouds that filled the sky suddenly turned into endless blood light, condensed all over the world. (To be continued......)