Meng Yanshuang raised his right hand above his head and snapped his fingers lightly, at this moment, the frozen world seemed to be awakened, the wind began to howl, everything began to move, the last snowflakes fell, the clouds opened and the fog dispersed, and the sunlight returned to the earth again.

Looking at the gradually "melting" Lingyun, Meng Yanshuang Meng Yanshuang's eyes were hot. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Don't look at Ling Yun who is still very weak now, but in the eyes of Meng Yanshuang at this time, his weight is already higher than any master on the Feng Xuan List, and even the one who ranks first on the Feng Xuan List is not as good as Ling Yun.

Sword intent, for sword cultivation, it is the key to the gate of the Heaven and Earth Holy Stage, Meng Yanshuang has already taken one step, and if there is no accident, as long as Ling Yun reaches the realm, stepping into the realm of heaven and earth will be a matter of course. You must know that looking at the major immortal states in the Cloud Realm, nearly ninety percent of the great powers stop at Xuanhuang all their lives, and there are only a handful of powerhouses in the realm of heaven and earth, and even most of the middle and low-level monks only know Xuanhuang but do not know heaven and earth.

"The road to the pinnacle of kendo is lonely and cold, and your appearance is not a bad thing. Seeing that Ling Yun gradually woke up, the smile on the corner of Meng Yanshuang's mouth became thicker and thicker.

At the moment when Meng Yanshuang looked at Ling Yun for the first time, he knew that this strange and mysterious young man was a natural swordsman like him, so he moved his mind to make a tentative move, even if Ling Yun's performance later made Meng Yanshuang feel jealous, not only did it not affect Meng Yanshuang's attitude towards Ling Yun, but made Meng Yanshuang pay more attention to Ling Yun.

Standing at the top of the sword path, I am afraid that only Meng Yanshuang and Ling Yun will understand, which is why Meng Yanshuang's sword is so cold, and why Ling Yun does not feel any discomfort about his crossing.

is the so-called master loneliness, Meng Yanshuang may not be the strongest person in this era, but in terms of swordsmanship alone, there has not been a person who stands side by side with him for a long time, he is a lone traveler, even Lu Qingchen, the sect leader of the Zhengjian Sect, and even Chen Fangping, are some distance away from him. Of course, if Chen Fangping had not been riddled by injuries and returned to his heyday, it might have been different. After all, decades ago, the outside world said that there were three heroes among the rookies of Zhengjianmen, Youhong Zhenyuan was mighty, Youlong Kendo was the strongest, and Chen Fangping had both, unparalleled in the world.

The frost on Ling Yun's body had all faded, he opened his eyes, and looked at Meng Yanshuang again, and the moment their eyes intertwined, the heaven and earth that had regained their vitality fell silent again.

The game was over, and both of them knew very well in their hearts that none of them had won this time, don't look at Ling Yun being at an absolute disadvantage, and even in Meng Yanshuang's domain, he didn't even have the ability to act, but he was not defeated, the gap in the realm may be difficult to make up, but he was able to break the delusion against this huge gap, although the delusion is not unprecedented, but with his realm to do so, looking at the past in the cloud realm, it is also unprecedented, maybe he lost the realm, but he won the "realm".

"Meng Yanshuang of the Sword Gate, the sword intent is frozen. Meng Yanshuang opened his mouth and said, this is the first time he has introduced himself so solemnly after the two met.

"Individual guests, Lingyun, sword intent flowers. Ling Yun replied, Shushan has died out, and Changchun Sect is just an episode, and now he is a casual guest.

"Your sword heart..."Meng Yanshuang suddenly asked.

"The sword is me. Meng Yanshuang replied, he paused, and asked with some uncertainty: "Your sword heart, is it merciful or ruthless?"

Affection, tolerance, ruthlessness and concentration, the two are very different, but after Ling Yun came into contact with Meng Yanshuang's sword intent, he clearly felt that Meng Yanshuang's sword intent was full of contradictions.

Hearing Ling Yun's question, somehow, Meng Yanshuang's face became extremely complicated, he raised his head, looked into the distance, and for a long time, he let out a long breath: "My sword is dedicated to the sword, and it is also dedicated to her." Meng Yanshuang's tone was full of bitterness.

"You have a story. Seeing Meng Yanshuang like this, Ling Yun couldn't help but say softly, in his opinion, Meng Yanshuang may have gone through an unforgettable story, and this story is a sad story.

Meng Yanshuang retracted her gaze and looked at Ling Yun again: "Everyone has a story, why don't you." ”

"I'm young. ”

Ling Yun shrugged his shoulders and said with a toothy smile, Meng Yanshuang also smiled helplessly, and the atmosphere of-for-tat seemed to disappear between this smile.

"Fang is my abruptness. Meng Yanshuang bowed slightly to Ling Yun, his tone was very sincere.

Ling Yun is naturally not a person with a small belly, and after Fang Cai's game, Ling Yun also had a feeling of sympathy for Meng Yanshuang in his heart, he stretched his body, took out the Ziyun soft sword again, threw it at Meng Yanshuang, and said casually: "You are also concerned about chaos, it seems that the owner of this sword is very important to you." ”

"I forged this sword with my own hands and gave it to my niece, who I grew up seeing. Meng Yanshuang explained.

Ling Yun nodded secretly, he remembered that Lu Yue'er had said that Ziyun was given to her by someone she cared about very much, and it seemed that that person was this Meng Yanshuang.

Meng Yanshuang was not in a hurry to know how this sword appeared in Ling Yun's hand at this time, because he looked at Ling Yun's attitude, and most of the time he would give it to him in the future.

Sure enough, Ling Yun explained, "This sword was given to me by Lu Yue'er. ”

"How is it possible! This sword belongs to Xiao Yue'er...", maybe he had guessed a long time ago, but after getting the answer from Ling Yun's mouth, Meng Yanshuang still felt a little incredible, I am afraid that no one knows better than him what this sword represents to Xiao Yue'er, with Lu Yue'er's character, it is impossible to easily transfer this sword to others. In Meng Yanshuang's opinion, if this sword appears in the hands of others one day, there are only two possibilities, either Lu Yue'er Xiangxiaoyu dies, or...

Thinking of this, Meng Yanshuang's gaze changed, and he actually began to look at Ling Yun directly.

Ling Yun frowned slightly, he was a little uncomfortable being looked at by Meng Yanshuang, and he always felt that there was a feeling of a father-in-law looking at his son-in-law.

After a long time, Ling Yun couldn't bear it anymore, and he couldn't help but scold: "Have you seen enough, I'm not as good as Long Yang." ”

Meng Yanshuang came back to her senses, and didn't care about Ling Yun's words, she just nodded lightly and whispered to herself: "Although she is not as handsome as me, she is also a young man, and this kid is worthy of her." ”

"What are you muttering? Ling Yun saw Meng Yanshuang talking to herself, her voice was like a breeze blowing in the water, so she couldn't help but ask.

Meng Yanshuang waved his hand: "It's nothing, Brother Lingyun, would you mind telling me the ins and outs of the matter, just start with your meeting." (To be continued.) )