Among the dense pine trees, a fire lit up.

Red fire burned in the darkness of the forest, and the sound of a clear sword rang out in it.

The red fire pierced through the pine forest and flew towards Zhang Yong, who was standing on the cliff.

Zhang Yong tilted his head sideways, standing on the cliff, not moving.

The red fire stopped in the air.

The stopped flames were only a foot apart from Zhang Yong's back.

The sound of the sword stopped abruptly.

The fire could not move forward.

Because, Zhang Yong's sword has been blocked in front of the fire.

The six knots shaped like crow's beaks, and the long sword body that is stacked is wrapped in cyan light.

The fire that stopped in front of the blue light quickly molded into a sword shape.

The tip of the fire sword pierced into the cyan light.

The red fire was blocked by the light, and it was difficult to enter.

The sharp tip of the sword that was hidden in the fire slammed directly into the beak-shaped sword knot.

"Ding~!"

The sound of gold and iron continues to roar.

At the point where the tip of the sword that highlighted the red fire and the sword body in the blue light came into contact, countless sparks were rubbed.

Zhang Yong stretched out his hand towards the fire sword.

"Huh!"

The sword body in the blue light quickly slashed upward.

The blade slashed directly into the sword in the fire.

"Bang!"

The fire sword was struck and slightly raised the sword body, and the fire system Yuan Gang spread out the sword body. With the sharp sword intent, it turned into a wave of red fire.

The waves of fire swept towards Zhang Yong's sword.

Zhang Yong's palm had also advanced to the end of the hilt of the long sword in the blue light and stopped.

His palm, only half an inch from the end of the long sword.

"Boom!"

Facing the blazing waves of fire, Indigo Gangyuan dispersed into a broad blade.

The indigo blade collided with the crimson waves of fire.

The wind fuels the fire.

At the intersection of the blade waves, the raging flames glowing with white rays instantly burned to a height of ten zhang.

"Bang!"

The flames quickly spread across the cliff face.

Except for the top of the cliff where Zhang Yong was standing, the rest of the walls were instantly covered with flames.

The sea of fire stretches towards the pine forest. But it stagnated in front of the pine forest.

Zhang Yong's side is straight. Facing the pine forest.

His cheeks were slightly pale, and there was a trace of blood at the corners of his mouth, but his expression was very cold.

The firelight reflected on Zhang Yong's pale face, dyeing a red color that should not have been.

"How?"

Zhang Yong's indifferent face. In the blue eyes that shone brightly. Still condensed with disdain and contempt.

He withdrew his right hand. Wiped away the blood that had spilled from the corners of his mouth with the back of his hand.

"You've been in the Tao for decades, and you're just capable of doing this?"

After speaking, Zhang Yong quickly waved his blood-stained right hand. and straighten your right arm.

He spread out the palm of his right hand and pointed his sword finger in front of him.

The sword pointed to the pine forest.

"Buzz~!"

In a continuous sound, a sword flew out of the fire that spread across the cliff.

On the body of the long sword, there was an indigo blue.

The sword stabbed into the pine forest.

"Whew!"

Almost at the same time, a sword enveloped in red fire rushed out of the fire that filled the cliff wall.

The sword of fire traveled through the air at great speed, leaving a slender red trail in its path.

The fire sword caught up with Zhang Yong's sword.

The tip of the sword, which was surrounded by red fire, stabbed at the blue sword body again.

"Smack!"

Seeing that the fire sword had just stabbed the cyan attached to the sword, Zhang Yong immediately withdrew his right hand and erected the sword finger in front of his chest.

His sword was broken in two.

The tip of the fire sword stabbed the beak-like sword knot, and the explosive fire yuan rolled up the blue sword body, instantly tearing the cyan covering the body of the broken sword to pieces.

Then, Huo Yuan rushed towards the sword body of the broken sword, and countless incomparable sword breaths appeared in the vitality, and quickly sprinted to the broken sword.

The body of the broken sword, which had four segments left, was immediately covered with cracks.

"Poof!"

Zhang Yong opened his mouth and spat blood.

His face was even paler, and the corners of his blood-stained mouth were slightly upturned on his pale face.

"Whew!"

There were only two knots left of the sword, and it suddenly accelerated.

The sword rushed through the sea of fire like a green wind and into the darkness of the forest.

Then there was no sound.

The fire sword, which had already pierced the broken sword, fell to the ground covered with flames, along with the broken sword that was full of cracks.

"Cultivation is no higher. ”

"Energetic. ”

Zhang Yong withdrew his sword finger and shook his head.

Ignoring the blood stained on his chin, he put his hands behind his back.

"The strong are still the strong. ”

The weak are still the weak.

"Alas~!"

A sigh blows up the dense pine forest.

Between the scratching of the branches, countless needles fell.

An old man wearing a red silk robe appeared at the edge of the pine forest.

Appeared next to a pine tree with a large torso and a knotted surface.

The old man had a mantle and a long beard.

The hair beard is snow-white, and it must reach the chest, and the hair can touch the ground.

The skin on the old man's face was smooth and there was no wrinkle in sight, and his cheeks were flushed.

On the old man's face, there is a pair of cloudy eyes that have gone through a long time and precipitated the traces of time and look extraordinarily vicissitudes.

The gaze in those cloudy eyes looked through the flames and looked at Zhang Yong, who was standing on the top of the cliff with his hands behind his back.

Some surprised, some abrupt, some shocked, some relieved, some sour.

With mixed tastes in his heart, the old man sighed.

Why bother?

He waved his right hand forward and lightly stretched the wide sleeve of his coat, and a blue light rushed out of the cuff.

Qingguang flew to Zhang Yong's side and stopped.

Gathering up Qingyuan, who was exuding benevolence, Zhang Yong glanced at it with his naked eyes, and was moved by the fire, and in the air flow that kept rising towards the sky, he stood at the edge of the pine forest, wearing a hazy figure in a Taoist robe.

Zhang Yong grimaced his face and lowered his head slightly.

He looked at the sword that had stopped at his side, with only two sections left.

Inspecting the non-destructive condensation of the sword body, Zhang Yong stretched out his right hand expressionlessly, recalling the broken sword full of cracks.

The long sword reorganized and stopped beside Zhang Yong.

"With your current cultivation, you have already become a teacher. ”

The old man looked at Zhang Yong, who was still standing on the top of the cliff, still on guard, and shook his head.

He reached out and recalled the jade sword that had fallen into the fire and was red all around it, and put it in his sleeve.

"From now on, there is a place for you on this peak. ”

The old man arched his hands towards Zhang Yong through the sea of fire.

The old man's eyes showed a complicated brilliance, but his tone showed sincerity and joy.

"Zhang Daoyou. ”

For Zhang Yong, a thousand words are not worth the old man's sentence.

Zhang Yong smiled.

The blood on his chin gradually coagulated, and there were bursts of sharp pain in his chest, and the vitality in the dantian had been exhausted.

Weakness all over my body, and exhaustion all over my body.

But Zhang Yong still smiled.

He arched his hand with a smile on his face and returned the salute to the old man.

"In. ”

It's not far from the cliff.

On a precipitous wall overgrown with dwarf pines.

"What do you think?"

A burly man, dressed in a taupe linen suit, carrying a giant sword.

The man's face was rough, his chin and cheeks were surrounded by stubble that stood upright like needles, and his eyes were as huge as brass bells.

The man crouched on a slender pine branch and looked not far away, the cliffs were already full of fire.

A child in a bright yellow robe sat beside the man, on the branch on which the man was trodden. (To be continued......)

PS: Well, that.

I'm going to work later, so I'll try to hurry.

However, it should be too late.

I woke up too late.

Ladies and gentlemen, there may only be one chapter left today.

Sorry hah.