There are always countless choices in life, and each time it will be imprinted in my heart.

The leaves fall to know that the spring and autumn have passed, and what remains unchanged in the withering glory is the attitude of a tree and the annual rings of its silent growth.

Flowers wither and water flow by themselves, no matter how young they are, such a law will not be broken.

It is impossible for Qiye to restrain himself like all things in heaven and earth, follow the trajectory of the Heavenly Dao, and abide by the duties that belong to sword cultivation. It's not that he doesn't want to, it's that he often wonders if it's wrong.

He didn't dare to say such a rebellious thing, in fact, he wanted to say it when he was in the prison world, but in the end he didn't open his mouth.

Master, the Great Sword Immortal Gentleman Style, is it wrong.

The way of sword cultivation, the sword bearer fights the sword, and the sword fighter walks chivalrous and righteous to see the injustice, but there are so many injustices in the world, if they are really all picked up on themselves, where can they be smooth?

One thing is for a burden, and the invisible burden on Qiye's shoulders has weighed heavily on his obedient kendo.

It is heavy, so the arm that wields the sword becomes tired, and when the arm is tired, the sword is not so sharp, and the sword that is no longer so sharp is no longer chic.

Therefore, Qiye thought so much in his heart, he always wanted to find the gentleman's style, ask him about the ignorance and confusion in his heart, his understanding is high but he can't be self-taught, especially things related to his state of mind.

Since going down the mountain, four years have passed in a hurry, and he and Junzifeng have not seen each other for four years.

Because he has been in the center of the whirlpool, Qiye didn't have time to calm down and think, he could only keep swinging his sword, constantly growing, and the more confusion accumulated.

Yi Xiang's words made the dissatisfaction with Jian Xiu in his heart seem to have found an outlet for catharsis, and he was full of thoughts.

Han Xianzi, the woman she met in Yunzhou City, was lightly touched on the edge of the cliff, she was not stable at that time, she was a little smart, and later the other party helped them escape from the pursuit of the head of the Li family regardless of their previous suspicions.

A group of three people has experienced the illusion of the scale-holder, betrayal and trust, disappointment and hope.

Xiao Penglai's separation, the reunion at the wedding banquet and the separation, even if he didn't talk about it for seven nights, he felt a little guilty in the face of Han Xianzi in his heart.

He once had a chance to explain, but in order to find a gentleman's style, in order to adhere to his own sword cultivation path, he directly denied the other party's expectations.

Now, once again learning the news of Han Xianzi, the Third Demon Domain Demon Lord Zhu Mang captured her, how could Qiye sit idly by.

However, Gu Xihan was besieged and killed by the demon master Yi Xiang, and now he is very likely to be in danger, he alone is not only one of the ten sons of the righteous path, but also an important new force of the righteous path.

If Gu Xihan died, it would not only violate the sword cultivation heart of the gentleman's teachings, but also likely to trigger a more fierce battle between the righteous and the demon.

Save Han Xianzi or save Gu Xihan, the two of them each have a balance in Qiye's heart, and he himself is the judge in charge of the scale.

One side is friendship, and the other side is righteousness, so Qiye hopes that the gentleman's style is wrong, and the definition of sword cultivation in the world is wrong, so he can choose the former.

Gu Xihan had a relationship with him, but after all, they just admired each other, compared to Han Xianzi, there was no doubt that the latter was more important, but it was a pity that Qiye didn't have that opportunity to say it out loud.

"Tell me where Gu Xihan is. "The words are short, because the brevity is powerful.

Yi Xiang was a little surprised, he thought that Qiye would ask about Han Xianzi's situation, because the three of them had a lot of friendship before.

He didn't know that Qiye had already rejected Han Xianzi once outside Yunzhou City after the wedding banquet, otherwise he wouldn't have been so surprised.

But it's just a little surprised, no matter what choice Seven Nights makes, it doesn't have much impact on Yi Xiang, it's just a game, a game that belongs to Seven Nights, and he's just a bystander, no joy or sorrow.

Without saying anything, Ixiang showed the map to Nanaya and pointed out a red dot on the map.

"Although I don't know what the result of your decision is, I will tell you Gu Xihan's location. But that doesn't mean I'm going to let you go. ”

Yi Xiang laughed, if Qi Ye was easily rescued from Gu Xihan like this, wouldn't his prestige as a demon be greatly reduced?

Looking at Nanaya's frowning brows, Yi Xiang shook his head, and the drawings on the table changed to the appearance of the Wild Sweeping Fan again, and with the random movement of the Wild Sweeping Fan, the whole person of the magician was shrouded in a diffuse mist.

The figure began to dim, and by the time Qiye realized that something was wrong, Yi Xiang's whole person had turned into a puff of green smoke and disappeared.

"Cunning!" Qiye scolded secretly, he hadn't been in contact for a long time, and he had forgotten that Xiao Penglai had transferred the entire demon army over when he was in a hurry.

Yi Xiang disappeared suddenly, things must not be as simple as he said, how could a war maniac be willing to be just a bystander.

I don't understand why Yi Xiang did this, he can't count his appearance, then these two things must be just his evil taste of temporary ideas, but at least one thing, that is, Yi Xiang has a plan.

What is the plot, Seven Nights doesn't have time to think about it, because he still has something very important to do.

Saving Gu Xihan first does not mean giving up Han Xianzi, he wants to take care of it and try the taste of fish and bear's paws!

But before that, he first had to face the enemies who had disappeared outside the military tent together.

"You step down for me, the Demon Lord is here for seven nights, and you still dare to make a mistake!" Surrounded by the demon monks who were pressed by the black, Qiye realized how useful the identity he didn't want to accept was at the beginning.

But soon, the emotion in his heart instantly disappeared, because those demon cultivators who were slowly pressing on did not stop at all.

This is a blatant provocation, provoking the authority of the Demon Lord Seven Nights, and provoking the rules of the First Demon Domain formulated by the Demon Emperor Haocang, but their steps are very firm.

Qiye noticed that the pupils in the eyes of those demon cultivators were dilated and dilated, as if they were in a demonic daze, which made him think of a term - mind control!

At the beginning of Xiao Penglai, the Demon Emperor Haocang and the Demon Master Yixiang controlled the birds and beasts on the island, delaying the support of the scale-bearers. Now it's the same old trick again, in order to delay the pace of the Seven Nights rescue!

"Stand down!" Qiye said softly, although these demon cultivators were controlled, if they didn't use their means, they would definitely not be able to get away today.

He reached out his hands from his sleeves, and in the intermingling moments, a dragon shadow rose from behind him, and a cold blue-purple light began to cover the palms of Qiye's hands.

This is his latest trick, different from the huge consumption of the ice flame, the combination of the Evil Dragon Phantom and the Nine Returns Cold Tide Technique of the Evil Dragon Great Mudra can save consumption to the greatest extent.

As for power.

"Bang!" In the direction of Qiye's palm in front of him, a large black crowd suddenly sank down, it was a demon cultivator who was suppressed by the Great Mudra of the Evil Dragon.

At the beginning, how many monks in the Demon Suppression Conference could not carry the trick of Seven Nights, and now the dull demon cultivators who are controlled can not compete.

Qiye swung dozens of palms in a row, until he cleared an empty space around him, and he reactivated the immortal yuan and rushed into the sky. Many black shadows reacted and jumped up one after another.

The scene was chaotic, there were demon cultivators who fell and were trampled on, and there were demon cultivators who jumped up to block them, but they were all doomed to return in vain.

If nothing else, just rely on the cultivation of the Seven Nights Ascending Fairyland, crushing them is like a chicken and a dog, and it is impossible for the magician Yixiang not to calculate.

The deep sky high above suddenly began to rotate as the Seven Nights approached. The spin came abruptly, but Seven Nights didn't panic, because it was expected.

If Yi Xiang wants to slow down the pace of his support, then he can't just leave a group of demon cultivators who don't have the ability to fly in the sky in the Immortal Realm, these are just a subconscious guide for him.

Clearing out a large area of controlled demon cultivators, or flying away, Seven Nights is more likely to choose the latter, especially in the current situation.

The sky swirled, starting with a cloud, then a cloud, spreading to the entire sky, like a lake of water that has been stirred up, and the waves are slightly alarming.

In the face of these, Qiye drew his sword indifferently, there were too many restrictions on the fight in the military tent just now, and it was not even a warm-up. This sword is the first sword in the true sense after he has resumed his cultivation.

As a result, the entire sky, which began to rotate, was stained with a thin layer of frost.

The sky began to snow, the snow was very light, and the sword of the evil remnant star was also swung lightly, not as heavy as expected.

The more you are concerned, the more you have to be calm, relax your body and mind, and be free when you use your sword, this is a sword that is pleasing to your heart, and it is different from the amazing and decisive sword at the Demon Suppression Conference.

That sword is the sword that cuts the back road, and this sword is to open the way forward.

Look ahead, keep your head high, don't look at the thorns under your feet, the dawn of your own hope is on the top of the mountain.

Nanaya also held his head high at this moment, and he tried to see the spinning sky, and see the back hand left by the mage Ixiang.

Complex, mysterious, dense lines, the sky clouds after being seen clearly by the seven nights, the layers of true yuan trends inside, densely stacked and overlapping, this is a big trap, specifically for the forbidden sky array of monks above the immortal realm.

After Yi Xiang entered the military tent on the seventh night, his hand caressed the drawings on the table, which had already been arranged in the sky through the spatial characteristics of the wild water clearing fan.

However, so what, if it was Yi Xiang himself, maybe Qiye would have been imprisoned at this moment, but Yi Xiang had already left.

The snow falling in the sky was blown by the wind and began to flutter again, and they floated higher and higher, clinging to the Evil Remnant Star Sword in front of Qiye, and the Remnant Star Sword, which was originally only an arm's length, began to swell!

The clouds of Yi Xiang and the snow of the seven nights were originally things that belonged to the nature of heaven and earth, but they were attracted by them and joined the whole battle.

Both of them are geniuses, and there is no shortage of geniuses in the world, but there are more geniuses who die young, because life is more cruel and difficult than cultivation.

The first half of his life had been tortuous, like the sword he had swung at the moment. It wasn't what he wanted, his kendo was as simple and straightforward as it could be, straight and straight like the purest lines.

It's not like it is now, so tortuous that it makes people frown.

It was caused by Yi Xiang's forbidden air array, and countless spaces were cut through by the raging clouds and mountains, making it impossible for the straight sword of the seven nights to break through.

The snow chips covered on the surface of the Evil Remnant Star Sword were scattered, and a new layer of wind and snow was stirred up, and the snow spots that were rolled back were about to be fascinated by the eyes of the seven nights.

He snorted coldly, twisted his wrist hard, and pulled out the Evil Remnant Star Sword that had fallen into the clouds, and the Cold Tide Technique, which had already been gathered in both hands, poured in from the end of the hilt at the same time.

The long sword that had been infused with it turned into a new straight lightning bolt, and the entire sky was dyed with a layer of blue-purple ink.