(First of all, I would like to thank all the authors and readers for their rewards. Then, to say a very important thing, starting from the foreshadowing of this chapter, the third volume enters the big ** closing stage, and the next six chapters, I am very satisfied with it, so I hope you can read it, and I will be more satisfied!!)

In the sky, in the scattered clouds, a pale green flag with sails fell from the sky, and it was quietly planted in the ring, hunting.

No one took another step, perhaps shaken by the aftermath of the three of them blowing away, or it was still due to the sound of the gong that seemed to be pronounced.

The game ended like this, and the result was beyond everyone's expectations, and it also exceeded the original expectations of the Sword Saint Sect, but these were all trivial matters, because the main event had just begun.

The twilight mountains are high and far, and the mountain breeze blows, which is refreshing. The broken sky revealed a corner of unusual gray, and then everyone looked up and understood.

It's going to rain.

When there are mountains and rivers in the landscape painting scroll, it is just that the unique mountains and mountains that the Sword Saint Sect found are undulating, lacking water color, and it is difficult to become an ink painting, and a rain will fall from the sky in due course.

The clouds in the sky are connected into a line of clouds, turning into the strongest ink lines, outlining the scenery it wants to depict in the whole sky, which no one understands, some places are thick and colorful, some places are understated, and some places are overcast even if they don't need to be depicted.

The most blurred place, the deepest place, a thick layer on the whole canvas, even the paper has to be stained, is the mountain.

Yamamoto didn't have it, but because of the venue in the mountains, the venue used for the Demon Eradication Conference, the atmosphere began to become solemn.

Heaviness is not everyone's mood, most people are pretending to be heavy, they have a long-term vision, just the replacement of old and new forces, which is the most common in tens of millions of years.

Some people's mood became excited, for fear of going against the wind and rain between heaven and earth, so they added the boulder to suppress, but the brilliance in his eyes exposed him.

Some people stand with their hands in their hands, and the landscape painting scroll behind them that begins to be sketched merges with each other, becoming the scene in the painting, and the people in the painting seem to be depicted in a moment, becoming more and more lifelike and vibrant.

Some people's heads were cloudy, and the ink was too heavy there, and his mood was also heavy, but because the sky was getting darker, no one noticed the change in his face.

The first group of people were small people, they had ordinary monks from the Sword Saint Sect, and other monks who came to join in the fun, and they had many pieces of heaven on their heads.

The second group of people are characters who come with a purpose, they each have a pearl of wisdom in their hearts, and the changes in the world cannot affect the mood, but can only set off them more.

The third person was Qiye, because he heard the Sword Saint Sect announce the end of the ring and heard what was going on afterward.

When the mind is heavy, the mood is heavy, and it has nothing to do with the weather.

Just looking up at the dark clouds overhead, Qiye smiled bitterly a little astringently, why does God want to paint heavily on his head, it seems to be a tragic protagonist, the emotions are too tragic, and they are also a little strong.

How much purpose does the Sword Saint Sect have for holding this Demon Eradication Conference, just like how many lies the Sword Saint Sect wants to find out how many lies Chai Ruge has.

Occupy the home field, occupy the advantage, this is their stage, the ladder on the road to success.

Now that someone wants to take away this ladder and ruin this stage, what will the Sword Saint Sect do, what will Sword Fengxue do, don't think about it.

"There are some things, if you don't do them when you're young, and when you can't move when you're old, you will regret it and become an obsession. I'm afraid that I will really be unwilling......" Qiye raised his head, looking at the increasingly heavy dark clouds above his head, as if God was not optimistic about his impulse this time.

Gu Xihan and Yun Qianlie stood not far behind Qiye, they only saw Qiye with their lips slightly open, and they couldn't see each other's expressions clearly.

It's just the intuition of the sword that makes them feel a strong smell, that invisible and nameless taste, just like the emotions that have been accumulated for a long time and the raindrops that fall from heaven and earth for no reason.

Rain is like water, it is colorless and tasteless, because the mood of the person who tastes it is different, and it also has a taste and color.

To those who are happy, they are spirits who land happily, they carry a touch of sweetness, and they mean a brilliant rainbow after the rain.

To the desperate, they are the notes of calamity, and they carry endless pain, because they know that they will never survive the rain again, and they will not see the rainbow.

Nanaya didn't know if he could still see the rainbow, but there were some things, just like he had just thought, and he would regret it if he didn't do it now.

Cultivating a sword is like being a man, it is about expressing one's mind directly and following one's heart, so that the sword will not be confused, will not be lost, and will not be unstable.

Qiye's sword was grasped very steadily, and when the remnant star was not in his hand, it seemed like a joke to say such a thing, but it was not a lie, and the sword was always in his heart.

Accompanied by the pouring of beans and heavy raindrops, there was also a constant thunder, it was not thunder, but the imprisoned Ye family was taken out and walked into the ring.

The ring that was still competing for places just now has become a guillotine for judging life and death in the blink of an eye.

Because the pale green sail flag that fell from the sky before, after being blown straight by the wind, a bright red word "chop" has become the most colorful point in this mountain rain hazy.

A line, a piece of ink, a dot is a painting.

Destiny is the best painter at painting, because its paintings can make people cry, they can make people cry with joy, and they can make people go crazy.

That point is the soul of the painting, and without that point of painting, there seems to be something missing, so the moment the red dot appears, everyone's eyes never leave.

Excited, impatient, sad and sad about the death of the rabbit and the fox, and the decisiveness.

These emotions have become the soul of the painting, the momentum of the painting, and with them, a picture that has been handed down from generation to generation will not fade and will be passed down from generation to generation.

There was still someone there who was silent, it was Chai Ruge, who had not yet explored the details of the sword in the sky, his eyes were as muddy as the sky overhead, and all his thoughts were buried, making it even more elusive.

It's just that as the Ye family was guillotined, the frequency of his slender fingers tapping on the railing seemed to be even longer.

There was also a tap on the hilt of the sword, which was not the position of the sword, but the bag beside him, and he knew that there was a sword inside, and as soon as this sword came out, it was a bloody storm.

In this landscape painting, the most important thing is red, just like the strong but only a small red dot of the word "chop".

Because of the rain and the wind and clouds, sooner or later it will blur into a large area and become the most bewitching main color, which has never been an ink painting.

For some reason, Jian Mantian suddenly became a little restless, and it may seem irresponsible to say it, but this is a woman's intuition, and she is also a woman.

The rain clouded not only her eyes, but also the mixed smell of earth and grass, which she didn't like.

"Command to go down, send more people to protect the area around the guillotine, and don't let people approach at will, this is the most important moment when the old and the new are alternated, and there are no accidents!"

Jian Mantian whispered to the subordinates who had been summoned, the Sword Saint Sect brought this time, in addition to a great sword immortal on the bright side, and six ascending immortals, there were other arrangements in secret.

Since she couldn't figure out where this anxiety came from, she had to take sufficient insurance to prevent it from happening.

"Fellow Daoist, it's raining heavily, why don't you go over there to hide from the rain?" Yun Qianlie walked behind Qiye, Gu Xihan stood side by side with him, and the meaning of the two of them was self-evident.

Cultivators are not afraid of rain, let alone sword cultivation, this is just an excuse.

They saw that something was wrong, because the Great Sword Immortal Law Enforcement Elder was already dispersing the idle people in the ring, and the Sword Saint Sect's power to maintain order had increased, and the Ye family had been escorted to the stage one by one, but they had not moved for seven nights.

Not only did he not move, but he was afraid that there was an illusion in front of him, Gu Xihan and Yun Qianlie even felt that the wind and rain surrounding him seemed to be even bigger!

"You guys go first, I still have some things to do. Nanaya's face was wet with the rain, but his eyes didn't blink, and the raindrops eventually reunited in his jaw and dripped into lines.

Drop by drop, ripples in the puddles that have accumulated on the ground, like a lake of the heart that is not alarmed.

Gu Xihan and Yun Qianlie glanced at each other, not knowing what to say again.

They didn't have a friendship in the first place, but they had a sense of admiration for this sword cultivator who could block the inexplicable joint attack of the two of them.

"Do you have to do it?" Gu Xihan's voice was not as magnetic as Yun Qianlie, because of the blue clouds, his voice had been poisoned when he was young, and it became hoarse and stinging, but it was very comfortable to listen to.

Eating meat will grow meat, staying up late to break the heart and lungs, this is a well-known thing in the world, but many people still do it willingly, which is inherently very contradictory.

The voice was harsh and hoarse, but it was like a swaying fire in the wind and rain in Qiye's heart, and there was an instant warmth, so he listened to it comfortably, which was not contradictory.

Reasonable people would not talk to him at this time, because Gu Xihan and Yun Qianlie had already guessed what he wanted to do, and they came to dissuade him or worry, but they were not afraid of getting into trouble.

Once Qiye really does something earth-shattering, Gu Xihan and Yun Qianlie, who are talking to him, will be affected, there is no doubt about it.

So Qiye's heart warmed up for a while, but he quickly calmed down, and he couldn't find a companion in this matter, because companions would bring more pain.

"I have to do it. "Categorically, without hesitation, with thunder and lightning, it looks pale and powerless.

"Fellow Daoist, we can ......" Yun Qianlie's words were hoarse in half, and his voice seemed to be stuck by the master, becoming as hoarse as Gu Xihan. He thought of his identity, the purpose of the Yun family's trip, and the behemoth hidden in the wind and rain behind him.

Gu Xihan was silent, the Biyun Liantian Sword in his hand trembled slightly, and there was no rain on it.

Rain can aggravate the weight of a sword, even if it is just an imperceptible trace, for a perfect sword cultivator, it is a flaw.

But his heart is also flawed now, because he was touched by the back of Qiye, he understood the choice of a genius sword cultivator, although it seemed absurd, but it was not so absurd.

Sword cultivators should keep their hearts calm, so that they can hold the sword tightly, calmly draw the sword, swing the sword calmly, and collect the sword calmly.

Gu Xihan reminded himself of the essence of his words all the time, but at this moment, in the back of seven nights in the wind and rain, it collapsed.

What is sword cultivation, using the sword as you like is sword cultivation.

It's not control, it's not bondage, it's not banning, it's obedience.

Even if the other party is the first sect of the righteous path, even if there is a sect master as majestic as an untouchable mountain, he must use his sword, because his heart desires.

The rain was not heavy, because it had been raining for a long time, and the ground had already been blown apart by the three-color light egg, and the ground began to become muddy, and even puddles appeared.

Rootless water is pure, but when it is mixed with soil, it becomes turbid, which is the same principle as cultivating the sword and cultivating the mind.

It's not how great Qiye's back is, it's not that he pretends to want Gu Xihan and Yun Qianlie to be convinced, he just understands this truth, in this muddy soil where the rain has been falling.

So he no longer hesitated, even if he waited a little longer to increase the chance of success, he did not hesitate.

Slapped the bag, turned over and held the sword, turned around and slashed, simulated thousands of actions in my heart, and finally completed it in one go in the continuous rain.

Behind Qiye, the words that were blown straight by the wind seemed to become a cheering cry.