Speaking of Long Aotian, Song Si remembered that his storage bag had given him a lot of spirit stones, he was indeed a good person, a very good person, unforgettable, if such a good person sent more to the door, maybe he wouldn't need to worry about the lack of spirit stones.

"When I was in the rivers and lakes, it was my eldest brother who took me in and took care of me, and every time he robbed and divided, he always left the least spirit stones and shared the most with us. Situ Chuxia raised his divine sword and pointed at Song Si: "Before fighting with you, I saw my eldest brother's storage ring, but there were only a few hundred spirit stones, every time, every time he always got the least, and you killed him." ”

Song Si looked at the demonic and beautiful man in front of him with murderous intent, and seemed to blink innocently, he felt very ridiculous: "Haha, I didn't expect that there would be a naïve person like you in the cultivation realm." Hahaha!"

"Innocent?" Situ Chuxia took a step forward, and the killing intent rose again: "What did you say?

"It's true that Long Aotian was killed by me, but he still has a total of 10,000 high-grade spirit stones in his storage bag, not to mention that he is a thief or damned, it's ridiculous that you are still so naïve, thinking that he takes care of you, isn't it funny?" Song Si held the Zi Yao Flying Sword, and smiled very happily, and smiled very sadly.

Isn't it nice to be naïve, naïve, to be naïve? Song Si temporarily stopped his memories of the past, turned into light and shadow, and the nine-zhang-long sword slashed down in an instant, and the sword turned into nothingness!

Situ Chuxia's killing intent was diluted a lot by the sadness in Song Si's laughter, but before he could continue to ask, Song Si had already killed, let go of the doubts in his heart, and swept the divine sword to hold Ziyao.

Suddenly the sword exploded, and the sword qi burst out, only Ziyao could be heard, and Song Si snorted and flew out upside down.

With one successful blow, Situ Chuxia relied on the power of the divine sword. Keep the killing.

In the wind and snow, sword after sword, after dozens of swords in Situ's early summer, Song Si was forced to retreat to the land of three hundred zhang, and the Ziyao Flying Sword in his hand was even more humming, as if it would collapse at any time.

"Your sword can't bear it!" Situ Chuxia's killing intent was awe-inspiring, the eleven swords had passed, and he could still produce twenty-two more swords, one sword was stronger than the other, if Song Si didn't really fight back. Killing him seemed too light, and too boring.

Song Si gently stroked the buzzing Ziyao Flying Sword, sensing the message that the newborn Ziyao Sword Spirit had transmitted to him.

According to the records in the Jade Slip of the Void Sword Technique, the current Ziyao Flying Sword is still in the first stage, comparable to the best spirit sword, and it can be used by him for a long time in the cultivation realm, and he does not have to worry about being damaged in battle. Just in case, Song Si also specially created a scabbard for Ziyao to converge the blade. Cultivate the sword intent, so that the flying sword can cultivate on its own, and when he finds the materials that can upgrade the flying sword, it will be a matter of course.

But. I didn't expect Ziyao Flying Sword to encounter Situ Chuxia's Divine Sword today, and there would be a sword destruction crisis!

Thousands of miles away, the Ethereal Sword Sect Mo Lixi crushed the first floor of the Sword Heart Suifeng and Shengge, and there was no longer any suspense. Song Si didn't have time to continue to spend time on Situ Chuxia, in case Mo Lixi solved the first floor and chased after him, he really didn't have any chance.

Life comes first. He needs to get out of here as soon as possible!

"Hiss!" Song Si held Ziyao in his hand, slowly rising into the air, a lilac sword lotus slowly bloomed under Song Si's feet, the sword intent was shocking, as if a peerless sword move beyond the boundary of the realm was about to be issued.

Seeing this scene, Situ Chuxia's eyebrows were slightly cold, and he was full of the true yuan of his body, injected the divine sword, and prepared to use his sword to completely smash Song Si's Ziyao Flying Sword, and Song Si, who lost the flying sword, his strength would definitely drop by several layers, and it would be easy for him to kill or catch at that time.

At this moment, Song Si who was high in the air chuckled, suddenly threw out dozens of spiritual weapons, and smashed them towards Situ Chuxia in a swarm, and then the human sword was one, turning into sword light, breaking through the extreme freezing and cold current, and running away quickly.

These spiritual weapons were obtained by Song Si from killing hostile cultivators in the past, and each of them was attached with a trace of void sword intent, and they were refined into bombs that could self-detonate at any time, as a backup means to get out in future battles, but I didn't expect to use them today.

Situ Chuxia didn't expect that Song Si, as a sword cultivator, would use such despicable and shameless means, he wanted to pursue, but his intuition told him that the dozens of spiritual weapons that Song Si smashed over were very dangerous and must be avoided.

No longer hesitating, Situ Chuxia slashed down with a sword, ready to retreat with the power of the move, but as soon as he sensed Situ Chuxia's divine sword breath, Song Si's sword intent attached to the spiritual weapons exploded instantly, and even these spiritual weapons exploded almost at the same time, and in an instant, the terrifying power swept in all directions.

After all, he still underestimated the power of these spiritual weapons, and fell into Song Si's calculations, Situ Chuxia snorted, and was knocked away from the land, and before the next wave of explosion impact came, the sword retreated for another hundred miles, and then stopped his body and spurted out a mouthful of blood.

"Damn!" Situ Chuxia covered his chest, picked up the divine sword, and stumbled a few steps in the snow, only then did he suppress the chaotic True Yuan in his body, raised his head, and looked at the vast void of flying snow, "Song Si, whether Long Aotian lied to me or not, but as the young master of the Nine Kingdoms Cultivation True Alliance, I will definitely kill you!"

"The road to the opening of the divine sword, no one will be allowed to hinder it!" Situ Chuxia spit out the blood in his mouth, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, turned around with the sword, and disappeared into the vast wind and snow.

A day later, Song Si returned to the Tianshan Mountains with a slight injury, and at this time, the number of martial cultivators gathered in the Tianshan Mountains had more than tripled compared to before, so the martial cultivators simply included all the thousands of miles of mountain ranges around the Tianshan Mountains into their jurisdiction.

The great battle between the Tianshan Mountains and the Ethereal Sword Sect is approaching, and these martial cultivators who came to support don't know how many more they can survive, so most of them have no scruples about acting outside. Although the head of the Tianshan faction, Fairy Yunyi, has seen some, but there are so many things at the moment, and she can't afford to care about these trivialities.

"Song Zhenren!"

"Song Zhenren!"

"Song Zhenren!"

When Song Si returned, a famous martial arts celebrity saluted Song Si with a fist, which made him feel a little surprised, and he thanked everyone in surprise.

He didn't know that this was also a part of the Kaibi settlement on the first floor, and he would inform these famous martial artists of what Song Si had done for Wu Xiu, and with the temperament of these famous people in the rivers and lakes, he would definitely thank Song Si.

Maybe one person's gratitude is not much, and the gratitude of a hundred people is not enough, but the gratitude of thousands or even tens of thousands of people, whether sincere or not, will eventually leave a little trace in Song Si's heart and add a little catalyst to his indifferent heart. The next step is to prepare for the future execution of his and the first floor deal.

"Song Si, Deacon An is waiting for you. Killer Twelve, dressed in black, suddenly appeared in front of Song Si's eyes, and said without being salty or indifferent.

Song Si nodded, temporarily bid farewell to the famous people of the rivers and lakes gathered in the square, and walked into the Yunxiao Hall of the Tianshan Sect. Yunxiao Niangniang, one of the three Xiao Niangniang of the Interception Sect, is enshrined in the Yunxiao Palace, under the golden statue, the incense is faint, compared to the hustle and bustle outside, it seems to be a lot cleaner here.

"Sanxiao Niangniang is a golden immortal of the sect, and I admire it. That's why I chose this place to rest temporarily. Seeing Song Si returning, An Moyan got up from the futon with a peach blossom branch in his hand and said, "According to statistics, the Martial Cultivation Sect Sect notified on the first floor, except for the one hundred and seventy-six people who were destroyed on the road, and the one thousand two hundred and thirty-five people who were intercepted in the territory of the Nine Nations Cultivation True Alliance, the others have arrived. ”

An Moyan glanced at Song Si and smiled: "Do you know how many martial arts cultivators have come to Tianshan?"

"How much, what do you want to do?" Song Si stared coldly at An Moyan's eyes. He didn't like An Moyan's tone very much.

"Thirty-six thousand nine hundred and seventy-three people, plus two hundred and seventy-five people from the Tianshan Sect, a total of thirty-seven thousand two hundred and forty-eight people, plus you and one hundred and twenty-one people on the first floor. 37,370 in all. Doesn't that sound simple?"

Song Si stared into her eyes and didn't say a word, he didn't know what she wanted to do.

"Huh. Referring to the battle between Wucheng, Demon Domain and Canglan Holy Sect, as well as the estimation of the strength of the Ethereal Holy Sect, after this battle. The martial cultivators of the Tianshan Sect will lose more than seven floors, and the killers on the first floor will all be killed if there is no accident. By then, there will be only about 11,000 people left here. ”

An Moyan ignored Song Si's angry eyes, the peach blossom branch shook slightly, the dark fragrance was faint, and then continued: "The rivers and lakes are chivalrous, if there is kindness, it may not work in the cultivation realm, but for the martial cultivators who have not seen the real sinister cultivation of the cultivation realm and are not afraid of life and death, this is their luck. ”

"Fighting for the Dao of Martial Cultivation, dying for chivalry, and dying for you! Because it was you who opened the door of life before the advent of the end of the Ming Dynasty martial arts, and left a door for their sect inheritance and the entire Dao inheritance of martial arts, so even if they die in this battle, they will die without regrets!"

"First floor, what exactly do you want to do?" Song Si clenched his fists tightly, his sword fingers raised.

"Hehe, what does the deputy landlord want to do, how can I know? Although I am in charge of a city killer, for the deputy landlord, I am also a pawn that can be given up at any time. An Moyan looked directly at Song Si's angry eyes and smiled coldly: "Do you know? Just today, someone on the first floor will become an outcast. ”

Song Si took a step back, not understanding what An Moyan meant?

"Hehe, I just want to tell you, thirty-seven thousand three hundred and seventy people, in the entire Northern Cold Domain, is a cold and emotionless number, but whether it is these martial cultivators who are nostalgic for you outside, or the killer who died for you on the first floor, they are all people, living people!"

"Oh, maybe the killers are not qualified to say this, it doesn't matter if they die for the deal or for you, because they are not afraid of death. The killers on the first floor are all orphans in the mortal world, and it is the first floor that takes them in, raises them, and teaches swordsmanship until they become qualified killers and serve the first floor. The killers on the first floor also knew that without the first floor, they might have starved to death and froze to death. ”

An Moyan turned around and was silent for a long time before continuing: "Heh, so am I!"

Is it wrong? What did you do wrong, is it really wrong? Song Si asked himself, he didn't understand, he didn't understand, he couldn't figure it out, staring at An Moyan's back, his clenched fists, and his raised sword fingers slowly dispersed, but the anger in his heart did not dissipate, because the battle between Tianshan Martial Cultivation and the Ethereal Sword Sect had become inevitable.

These people will all fight for the martial arts and Taoism, fight and die for chivalry, and they will also fight and die for him Song Si. Because of chivalry, they died without regrets, they have no regrets, so what about him Song Si? Because of the calculation on the first floor, he has continued to live with the lives of more than 20,000 people since then?

At this time, a snow crow flew into the Cloud Hall with a bunch of blood-stained jade spikes and landed on An Moyan's peach blossom branch.

Seeing the familiar jade spike, Song Si's pupils shrank, the killer who died for him, the abandoned son...... (To be continued......)