The wind rises, the clouds surge, and the rhythm of the mountain rain is coming, and the mountains are full of sorrow. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

"Boom!" There was a thunderclap, and the lightning instantly turned the night into day, and the raindrops were like scattered beans, and the ground merged into streams in a crackling way.

The rain is connected into a line, and it is like hanging a curtain of water in the rolling red dust, covering the embarrassment and helplessness of the world.

A team of mountain patrol disciples wearing robes hurriedly walked by, the weather was so bad on the night, after completing the task, who didn't want to go back to the house early, drink a sip of hot wine, and sleep in the warm quilt until dawn.

"Boom!" lightning streaked across the sky, and there was another thunderclap. Such bad weather is rare in the Tiantian Mountains.

The mountain patrol disciple at the end of the line cursed the damn weather, and stepped up his pace to keep up with the senior brother in front, but when he inadvertently turned his head, he saw a faint figure in the square in front of the hall.

He was shocked in his heart, could it be the demon sect demon who had blended into the mountain? He grabbed the senior brother in front of him and said, "Senior brother, there seems to be a figure in the square. ”

The person in front of him was also in a hurry, thinking that he was in a hurry to return to the disciple's dormitory, but he was pulled away, and seeing the junior brother behind him talking, the rain and wind were so loud and inaudible that he couldn't help but roar angrily: "What the hell are you talking about?"

The junior brother in the back said loudly again, and the senior brother in front could hear it clearly, but when he raised his eyes, his line of sight was less than two feet away, and as soon as he looked up, the rain flowed down his face, how could he see clearly, he slapped the back of his head angrily, and shouted: "Who is there, what the hell are you nervous?"

The junior brother was photographed, touched the back of his head, and said loudly: "Maybe it's the person who mixed in a few days ago, senior brother, do you want to check it out?"

The senior brother was even more angry, gave him the back of his head again, and roared angrily: "In this kind of weather, there is only one ghost over there, and you have to go by yourself." ”

After speaking, he turned his head to see that the other mountain patrol disciples had already walked away, so he ignored him and quickly chased after him.

The junior brother turned his head to look at the square in front of the hall, his eyes were full of rain, and the black paint was dark, I believe that as the senior brother said, there can only be a ghost over there in this weather.

Turning his head, he saw that his senior brother had already gone away, and the whole world was left with him, which was extremely terrifying, and he exclaimed, "Senior brother is waiting for me!" and chased after him.

The rain is like a waterfall, and the square in front of the palace becomes an ocean in an instant, but fortunately, the drainage function is strong, and the water flows down the ditch.

The rainstorm came violently, and it went quickly, the rain seemed to be a little smaller, and people could see it clearly, in the center of the square in front of the palace, and looked at it vaguely, and a person was standing.

The rain flowed down his still slightly immature face, and his original simple and tenacious expression was long gone, only gray and white.

The Tsing Yi practice clothes on his body were already soaked and sticking to his body, looking at the white lips without blood, it was obviously extremely cold, but if people were sad to the extreme, could they still feel it?

The beloved master turned out to be long gone, and he could no longer see his loving smile, hear his harsh scolding, and only grow for himself, and could not feel the happiness on the top of his head with his rough palm.

Tears, mixed with rain, ran down the face into the mouth and into the heart.

The whole world was cold, and the gently trembling limbs told the world of ruthlessness. Suddenly, a burst of warmth rose from the wrist of the right hand, like comfort, like protection, like persuasion, sure enough, only you, always by my side.

The black circle flickered with red, black and gold, and slowly overflowed with a trace of black mist, the terrifying voice that used to laugh wildly, but now it didn't sound very harsh, the killing intent that wanted to destroy the world was already familiar with the feeling of joy, anger, sorrow, and happiness.

In the rain curtain, the sudden black fog filled the body, enveloping Luo Xiaosang's whole body, and the young man in the black fog had already had blood-red eyes. In the snort, the rain seemed to be very afraid of the black fog, and before it could fall, it had already bounced away automatically.

The black mist seemed to be rising more and more, and the arrogant laughter seemed to be getting louder and louder, Luo Xiaosang's eyes were blood-red, and the black circle had already turned back into a black ruler, floating in front of him.

In the blood-red world, there is only one black ruler left.

What is it that is calling? It is like an eternal oath, firm until eternity.

A round black bead slowly rose from Luo Xiaosang's chest, and if Luo Xiaosang was still conscious at this time, he would have been surprised. This black pearl is actually the reincarnation mustard seed of Fanming Temple, a heavy treasure given to him by the monk Zhikong.

It's just that for some reason, when the black ruler was shining, it flew out of Luo Xiaosang's deep chest pocket?

I saw the reincarnated mustard seed slowly fly close to the black ruler that was overflowing with black mist, and the body of the black ruler flashed with black, red and gold, and it seemed to be repulsed at first, but as soon as it came into contact, the black ruler seemed to be overjoyed, and the body of the ruler tightly adhered to the reincarnated mustard seed and never let go.

In the rolling black mist, the black beads and the black ruler rotated in the air, and the reincarnated mustard seeds also raised black smoke, and the bead body flickered, but the color in the bead gradually faded, as if the essence of the bead turned into tobacco and flowed into the black ruler.

As the black smoke flowed in, the red, black and gold colors of the ruler flickered even more, like a greedy child eating and loving to eat, and he was excited.

With a "snort", the reincarnated mustard seed finally turned into nothingness, a heavy treasure, and disappeared from the world.

The black ruler rose up with a black light and rose straight into the sky, as if laughing wildly, piercing the thick black clouds through a big hole. The sunlight follows the big hole and shoots down the mortal dust, and this scene is like the feathered flying fairy that is often heard in legends.

With such a different phase, how can you hide the profound skills here, such as the three heads of the Heavenly Gate and the Qingxuguan of Fanming Temple, they immediately looked up in the direction of the square in front of the hall, and even some elders rushed over there quickly to see what happened that caused the abnormal phase.

Somewhere in the Heavenly Gate, in the dark place in front of the door, there was a person standing, who also looked up in the direction of the square in front of the hall, but he frowned deeply, as if he was thinking about something, and almost wanted to take action, but finally stopped.

It's just that his right hand reached into his arms, and he held a round and slightly trembling thing tightly, and the words that came out of his mouth must be known only to him.

Thousands of miles away, in a dark cave, the person who was meditating suddenly opened his eyes, looked down at the thing in his arms that was trembling slightly, the corners of his mouth moved, and he closed his eyes again.

On the sixth day of the three factions of the conference, there were still crowds of people on the hilltop square, and everyone gathered and discussed. However, this time, in addition to talking about the competition, there is more to talk about, which is the vision that happened last night.

After the elders rushed to the square in front of the hall, they didn't see anything special, the square was empty, and there was no one. And the vision that had been seen in the distance gradually disappeared after the arrival.

After all the investigations, nothing was found, so they could only report it to the division as a natural landscape. However, this kind of anomaly is rare once in a hundred years, which makes people in other sects sigh that the Heavenly Mountains are really a blessed land, and there are so many wonders that even the visions of the sky can be encountered.

After the sound of a gong, the sixth round and semi-finals of the Three Factions Conference officially began. Everyone once again turned their attention to the test table from the out-of-phase discussion. I saw a few lines of golden light hanging next to the No. 2 platform, with the names of the people who competed on this platform.

"This Luo Xiaosang, is that the dark horse of this conference with a strange black ruler in his hand?" The young disciples of the other sects in the audience stared at the large golden light characters suspended in the air, and asked the person next to him.

Someone next to him immediately replied: "It's him, it's weird to say, a few rounds of competition, I didn't see how he shot, but in the end he can win, it's really hard to judge whether he has high skills, but in terms of luck, this conference should be his first." ”

"Then he has a chance of winning against his fellow disciple Song Piaoxue today?" the young disciple asked again.

"According to common sense, it should be Song Piaoxue who won, but according to common sense, that kid should have lost a long time ago, which is really hard to say. The person who answered just now shook his head and said.

Who knew that as soon as he said it, it aroused a fierce reaction from Song Piaoxue's fans, and someone immediately retorted: "What stupid thing to say, you haven't seen Song Piaoxue fight so far, and the long sword in your hand has never been unsheathed?" I dare to bet with you, within three moves, that kid will get off the stage." "It's like, if you're lucky, you can eat every day?" ”......

The man had already lost his head when he was drowning in saliva, and he did not dare to speak again, lest he should offend the wrath of the people.

"Senior brother, do you know what the long sword in Song Piaoxue's hand is called? I see that although it has never been unsheathed, the sword aura is awe-inspiring, and it should not be ordinary. ”

When asked, the senior brother hesitated for a moment and said, "I don't know much about this, I don't think it should be ordinary." ”

As soon as these words came out, I immediately heard a voice answer: "Boys, you don't know this, let me give you a long insight." ”

Everyone looked for a voice, but it was the elder who commented in the last competition between Yi Xingyun and Ying Xiaomin.

When the elder saw that everyone's eyes were eager and their vanity was satisfied, he smiled and said, "Boys, do you know about the battle between the righteous and the demon?"

"I know, I know, it was a hundred years ago, our righteous path predecessors desperately defended the Dao, killed the Demon Sect, and left no ...... in the armor" A disciple picked up the Dao, saliva flew wildly, and was about to continue to publish, when he was interrupted by the elder.

I saw him pointing to the sky and said, "No, it's not that time a hundred years ago, but a more recent time." Seeing that everyone looked at each other, and no one answered, he was satisfied: "The last time the Great War between the Righteous and the Demon was five hundred years ago, when my righteous path predecessors and the Demon Sect also fought fiercely, even more fiercely than the last one. Some sect exercises and moves were also lost due to the martyrdom of a large number of disciples in the sect, and in the war at that time, a solitary cultivator was holding the long sword in the hand of Song Piaoxue now, killing the demon sect in fear and saving the trapped head of many factions. ”

"Dare to ask the elder, what is the name of this sword?" someone asked.

"The name is Canglang, the Canglang Divine Sword was originally a divine soldier who appeared in the legendary war of gods and demons, and after reappearing after the war five hundred years ago, it disappeared with the scattered man, but for some reason it is now in the hands of Song Piaoxue. The elder turned his head to look at the stage, and there was already a person standing, holding the Canglang Divine Sword, and the figure in white clothes was fluttering, not touching half of the vulgar dust.