So when he thought of this, Wei Li's heart shuddered, and at the same time, he also felt that he was very wronged, because he had no choice from beginning to end, although in the end he indulged in it and enjoyed it, but the culprit was still the glass fairy who had disappeared. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

However, he could only complain about these words in his heart, but he definitely did not dare to say them directly to the unreasonable Drinking Light Dao Venerable, because saying these words would not have any effect, but would backfire and anger that person even more.

And just when Wei Li had no master of the six gods and didn't know what to do, suddenly he felt that the space in the cave was shaking, and the temperature around him was suddenly as cold as winter, and after a while, a person appeared in front of Wei Li very suddenly.

I saw that he was standing upright, white-clothed and snowy, and the sword beside his waist was a black, pitch-black, long, and ancient, but it was undeniably a divine weapon, with a blade of three feet and seven inches.

What is even more attractive is his pale and lonely face, and the indescribable indifference in his eyes.

Pale garments like snow.

A sword as pale as snow.

Pale side face like snow.

Pale eyes like snow.

What is revealed is the cold indifference of ice and snow on the distant mountains, the lonely indifference of meteors in the winter night.

There is no doubt that on this Yujing Mountain, and the person who can appear here with such a demeanor, there is only the one who makes Wei Li worry about the Drinking Light Daozun.

Such a kind of indifference in him, that is a kind of arrogant temperament in the bones, not just the kind of solitary self-appreciation, arrogance and loftiness, that is really an emotion close to the way of heaven, and the kind of indifference to everything.

Among the Three Realms, there are not no characters with the equivalent of the sword, but he is the only one who can win the name of this sword god, it is estimated that in addition to his swordsmanship, it is more of his character, ruthless like a god.

Seeing the appearance of this Dao Venerable, Wei Li naturally knew that he was probably in a catastrophe, originally he thought that he would face such a scene after a while, but he didn't want this person to come so quickly.

But perhaps knowing that there was no way to avoid it, Wei Li slowly calmed down and stopped panicking before. I don't know where the courage came from, I dared to face the knife-like eyes of Yuguang Daozun, maybe it was because the matter had come to this, Wei Li was out of the way, maybe it was from that little bit of man's self-esteem, no matter what, he was also the first man of Princess Liuli after all.

"I don't know why Zun is here all of a sudden, and what's the matter?" Wei Li was slightly pretentious, and at the same time tried to restrain himself, trying his best to make his voice appear to have some momentum.

However, Drinking Light Daozun seemed to ignore Wei Li's words, glanced at the cave, did not say too much, and did not even stop at Wei Li, as if completely ignoring Wei Li's existence.

And just as Wei Li was about to make the next move, one of the actions of Drinking Light Daozun made him look like ashes, completely desperate, and he could only close his eyes and wait for death.

I saw that all of a sudden, his left hand waved so slightly, and a sword qi directly locked on Wei Li's location, and in an instant, he had already come to Wei Li's face, and Wei Li almost felt that the piercing sword qi was about to completely destroy himself. And what made Wei Li even more sad was that this Drinking Light Dao Venerable actually solved himself so casually, and he didn't even bother to use the sword in his hand.

However, it seemed that what was destined did not happen, at the moment when the sword qi was close, which of the Dao robes that Princess Liuli left for Wei Li suddenly exerted his magical power and bloomed with a yellow light, and he actually blocked the sword qi for Wei Li.

Wei Li didn't expect that the Dao robe left by Liuli would be so useful, and he would be able to save himself in the hands of Drinking Light Daozun. He looked at the Drinking Light Dao Venerable here, and even Wei Li knew that this was the handiwork of the Glass Fairy, and it was impossible for that Dao Venerable not to see it.

However, at this moment, Wei Wei had a trace of luck, hoping that this proud Dao Venerable would not make any more moves after being stimulated by the fairy, and it would indeed be a loss of face to shoot at an ant with no mana twice in a row.

It's a pity that the truth is different from what Wei Li imagined, this Drinking Light Dao Venerable looked at the Dao robe on Wei Li's body in a daze, and a different kind of emotion flashed in his originally indifferent eyes, but it quickly disappeared, replaced by that ruthlessness.

I saw that this Dao Venerable slowly raised the ancient sword that had followed him for thousands of years in his right hand, and Wei Li knew that once this sword was swung, the Dao robe on his body was estimated to be unstoppable, and for a while, he was also evil to the guts, and suddenly swore to the sky: "Heavenly Dao Mingjian, if I Wei Li does not die today, I will repay the revenge of this sword in the future." "Wei Li is also helpless, he is gambling, betting that this Drinking Light Dao Venerable will let himself go because of this oath, aren't you arrogant, dare not give a chance.

However, it seemed that he heard Wei Li's radical words, and still cut off this sword, and the momentum was naturally not the same as the previous sword qi, Wei Li saw this, and could only smile bitterly: In the face of the flawless Sword Pavilion Pavilion, how could his little calculation work.

And just when Wei Li thought that he was going to die, suddenly things changed again, and he saw a middle-aged Taoist wearing a felt scarf, wearing a cyan Taoist robe, tied with colored silk and holding a long spike palace silk, and wearing Qing Dynasty boots, his face was like the moon of the Mid-Autumn Festival, the color was like the flower of spring dawn, and the elegant and chic middle-aged Taoist stood in front of him.

When Wei Li saw this person, he immediately burst into tears with excitement, and shouted a little choked up at the moment: "Master." ”

After this toss, Wei Li was physically and mentally exhausted at this time, and there were all kinds of grievances in his heart, and at this time the savior finally appeared, how could he not be excited.

The person who came was Wei Li's teacher, the city lord of Yujing Mountain Gengjin City, Taibai Daozun, his status in Yujing Mountain was even above this Sword Pavilion Pavilion, and at the same time, this Taibai Daozun also had a title recognized by the immortals of the Three Realms, Sword Immortal.

"The cold moon silver hook, too white and terrifying. A sword comes from the west, and immortals fly outside the sky. These sixteen words are praised as the "Taibai Sword Classic" created by Taibai Daozun.

In the Three Realms, except for the island master Sword Saint, there is no doubt that the first swordsmanship, followed by Wei Li is estimated to be the two in front of him, one is the Sword God, and the other is known as the Sword Immortal.

Wei Li didn't know which of the two swords was superior or inferior, because they hadn't really competed, but one thing was certain, his life should be saved.

So at this time, Wei Li was thinking, could the question that had plagued the world for thousands of years be solved in such a situation?

"Leaving the son, the man doesn't flick when he has tears, why is this little woman's behavior. Taibai Daozun glanced at Wei Li and said comfortingly.