On the mossy wasteland three hundred miles outside the Tianshan Mountains, the fern moss is green, the flowers are colorful, and they are swaying in the wind.

At this time, there were twelve disciples of the Evil Water Valley who were busy planting Han Shan, and the woman led by her hands crossed her waist, standing on a slightly higher mound, scolding the heavens and the earth at her peers.

Yan Xi and Xu Chen, who planted trees with their brothers and sisters, turned a deaf ear to the "bold words" of Longjiujiu, and to be honest, they had had enough of it a long time ago! No, they were used to it.

The other disciples of the Evil Water Valley did not dare to disagree with the behavior of this valley master's personal disciple and their "eldest sister", and one was not good, because if they objected a little, they would be beaten by her and their noses and faces would be swollen, so they all silently learned from that dust, pretending to be dumb, so as not to be beaten.

It is said that not long after the three of them came to Kunxuxing, Longjiujiu was favored by Shui You, the owner of the Evil Water Valley, who claimed to be the highest person in the Northern Cold Region.

But when they came to the Northern Cold Region, they found that they had been pitted.

After a little inquiry, the disciples of the large and small sects of the Northern Cold Region had never heard of the Evil Water Valley, and even the cheap master Shui You didn't stay in the valley for long, so he disappeared, but fortunately, Shui You left a good grade "Evil Water Liantian Jue" for them, and the three of them relied on this magic trick to cultivate and enter the realm quickly, and it didn't take long for them to enter the early stage of Jindan.

However, the good times did not last long, under the joint pressure of the Ethereal Sword Sect and other major factions, the Evil Water Valley without a valley master was a small ant sect that could not be smaller, and they could only go out of the valley with other small factions in the Northern Cold Region and plant a month of cold cedar in the wasteland.

At this time, Long Jiujiu began to think about her cheap master, the most important thing is. She has two pairs of tempers.

In the cultivation realm, the disciples of the small sect without the support of the master are even more pitiful than the scattered cultivators.

Just these days, in fact, what Long Jiujiu complains about is not nutritious, it is nothing more than boring planting trees, planting trees, or planting trees, and hoping that one day she can step on the snow and destroy the ethereal.

It's just that at this time, the four words of "palm destroying ethereal" were heard by the ethereal sword sect and his party who were preparing to provoke Tianshan.

Li Yuncong, who was the deputy master of the Ethereal Sword Sect's Cloud Frost Sword Academy, stopped in the void. Glancing at the three ants on the ground, a sword aura snapped out.

Long Jiujiu didn't even feel the pain, so he fell straight down, staring at the sky with wide eyes. There is no more gas machine.

On the side of the Evil Water Valley, I saw the sinister Ethereal Sword Sect appear. The young sword cultivator at the head even killed the Gu Lord's closed disciple Long Jiujiu in a snap of his fingers. One by one, they were panicked.

Yan Xi was horrified, knelt down in front of Long Jiujiu, held the body of Long Jiujiu with both hands, angry, hateful, and sad, and wept silently.

She was scolding the heavens and the earth just now, joking with everyone. Why did you suddenly stop talking?

Speak!

Yan Xi hugged the dragon wine tightly, blood and tears flowed.

Xu Chen's mouth was about to crack, he shouted angrily, and punched the sky. Ten miles of gas explosion, mighty, about to break the sky with one punch, smash the person high in the sky with one punch, smash it with one punch, smash it with one punch, smash it with one punch, smash it with one punch, and never let it go!

Hehe, it's also a martial artist, so let's die.

Li Yuncong's sword finger was an understatement, and he didn't care what kind of fist momentum, a finger of sword qi shot out, and Xu Chen's eyes suddenly shattered the void, and the ashes were annihilated.

"Let's go!" Yan Xi didn't look at the tragic events in the air, but just remembered the images of these people in the Ethereal Sword Sect, picked up the body of Long Jiujiu, and fled with the swords of the disciples of Evil Water Valley.

In the past, he was one of the wise men of the Dragon Gate Inn, and now he is also, among the disciples of the Evil Water Valley, the highest cultivation is in the late stage of the Golden Pill, if he fights hard with these people from the Ethereal Sword Sect, I am afraid that he will not need three breaths of time, and he will be killed by that person.

Such a sacrifice is not worth it!

Yan Xi gritted his teeth, now he only hoped that the cheap master Shui You would come back quickly and avenge them.

Since you want to kill, then kill them all, what kind of sect is Evil Water Valley, a small sect that has never been heard of, and no one will care if it is destroyed. Besides, in this Ice Moss Wasteland, how could there be so many cultivators willing to come? Even if someone saw it, they didn't have the courage to publicize it, so they just killed it like this, which seemed a little boring.

Li Yuncong looked at the disciples of the Evil Water Valley who were desperately fleeing with an expressionless face, and slowly raised his hand, preparing to kill all the people in the Evil Water Valley who had fled.

Then let you fly into the ashes first.

At this moment, opposite the people of the Ethereal Sword Sect, six cranes chirped, carrying the people of the Tianshan Sect through the clouds.

"The red lips are as light as an orchid, and the childish face and Yufeng are looking forward to it. Long-sleeved and dancing in a beautiful dress, who is dependent on each other?" Ling Mowei, who was childish-looking, left the crane with a light smile, walked away, and stopped outside Li Yuncong.

For a time, black clouds overwhelmed the city, the sky was cold, and the wind and snow were boundless, covering the sight of both sides.

Xiaoxiao Hanshuang, Song Si and the others also left the immortal crane one by one, standing behind Ling Mowei, looking at the people of the Ethereal Sword Sect with cold eyes through the wind and snow.

With a smile, Li Yuncong put away his palm, let go of the small fish and shrimp in the Evil Water Valley, and began to face the Tianshan faction in front of him.

"I have lived for more than two hundred years, but I look like a twelve-year-old girl, and it is not easy to practice you in martial arts. Li Yuncong lowered his head and flicked the sleeve of his shirt without a trace of dust, and sneered: "I just don't know how much strength you have to make this hospital accompany you for a long time?"

Ling Mowei seemed to have heard the funniest joke in the world, laughing, and her rough voice shook the wasteland: "Do you want to get grandma's favor? ”

Song Si's ears were shocked by Ling Mowei's laughter, and he secretly said in his heart, could it be that this nervous old witch practiced martial arts and was denatured? When he was in the Tianshan Sect, Ling Mowei's voice was obviously as crisp as jade, pleasant to the ear, and Song Si almost thought that he was hallucinating.

When the Ethereal Sword Sect disciple of the Sky Imperial Sword heard Ling Mowei's voice, his color suddenly changed, and his cultivation was weak, and he almost fell from the flying sword. Li Yuncong opened his sleeves slightly, Feng Ruochen's sword robe moved, and the sword intent of the two of them spread out immediately, isolating the coercion hidden in the sound wave and protecting these disciples.

With such a strong sword intent, Song Si frowned slightly. Doubts in my heart. It stands to reason that such a powerful sword cultivation sect would generally enter the Sword Domain, but for some reason, they stayed in the Northern Cold Domain and did not migrate?

"The Ethereal Sword Sect is worthy of being the top sect in the Northern Cold Domain that covers the sky with one hand, not only does it want to rob my Tianshan disciples to go to double cultivation, but also almost slaughters some small sects, if this majesty spreads to the entire cultivation realm, I don't know what kind of impact it will have on the reputation of your sect?" Without waiting for Li Yuncong and the others to speak, Xiaoxiao Hanshuang continued to question.

In the past, the people of the rivers and lakes paid attention to a potential word, that is, a rational word. Those who are justified and have the power to face those who are rude and lose their power will invisibly have more combat power in the battle.

"Hmph, just a few martial arts sects, it is your honor for Ouyang Han, a disciple of Elder Ben, to look at the female disciples of the Tianshan Sect. What's more, Ouyang Han is a free pursuit of dual cultivation companions, and he has never been forced. And you? cut off his right hand. Nearly ruined his foundations. Feng Ruochen accused indignantly.

Time. The disciples of the Ethereal Sword Sect shared the same hatred for the enemy, and Ouyang Han, who was standing on the flying sword, showed an expression that he was so aggrieved that he could no longer be wronged, and the disciples of the Tianshan Sect who were watching it would step on a few feet now.

"Oh, that's cut by this Dao, and this Dao is not from the Tianshan Sect. Song Si smiled at Feng Ruochen, as if he was greeting a Taoist friend he hadn't seen for a few years.

Ouyang Han saw Song Si's expression. He was furious, and he wanted to slash this white-haired Taoist man with a thousand swords on the spot, but Song Si completely ignored his anger, and even ignored him as a whole. The reason is very simple, when the fight starts later, Song Si will take a little care of Ouyang Han and let him change from a severed hand to a severed head.

Li Yuncong's long sleeves shook slightly, Ling Mowei snorted coldly, and the air explosion in the air exploded, and the two of them shook each other, and no one could help anyone.

"People who practice swords like to do things with swords, so let's use swords. The battle of momentum was not won, Li Yuncong raised his fingers contemptuously, and the three-foot sword was suddenly cut down.

In an instant, I saw the top of the heads of the Tianshan faction, the sea of clouds rolling, and the snow curtain suddenly split into two points, and a sword qi hundreds of zhang long slashed silently, and the sword pressed for thousands of miles.

"Spread out!" Ling Mowei shouted, Han Yuan flowed, his palms turned into movements, and he raised his palms in the air, scattering the sword qi in the air.

The sword exploded and the palm opened, shaking the sea of clouds for three thousand miles, after the explosion, I saw the sea of clouds exploding, the snow overturned, and the disciples of the two factions were like rocking boats in the chaotic and powerful momentum impact, and their bodies were unstable, and they seemed to fall into the void at any time.

The result of the tentative blow came out, Li Yuncong completely put away his contempt for the Tianshan faction, he was extremely conceited to become the deputy master of the Yunshuang Sword Academy, but it did not mean that he would despise the person who fought against him, if so, I was afraid that he would have fallen in the cultivation realm long ago.

"Hit it farther away!"

Li Yuncong's sword finger moved, and a sword qi shot towards the sea of clouds thousands of miles away, dispersing the sea of clouds there, and his body moved, a few flickering, leaving several lights and shadows in the sky, and the person had already arrived there.

Understanding what Li Yuncong meant, Ling Mowei followed closely, followed Li Yuncong, and directly started it, and suddenly the sea of clouds around the two of them suddenly gathered and dispersed, and each palm and sword were earth-shattering, but fortunately, the impact of the energy that affected the main battlefield was much smaller.

"Ethereal, Sword Three!" Feng Ruochen was not as conceited as Li Yuncong, nor did he reach the realm of abandoning the sword, so he directly summoned a three-inch flying sword, turning into a three-foot Qingfeng, and a sword turned into ten thousand swords.

The long sword roared, Xiaoxiao Frost put away the dust, held the long sword behind his back, and the sword of the Tianshan Absolute Town was immediately displayed, a sword pierced the clouds, threw off the ten thousand swords, and fought with Feng Ruochen.

Zi Yao swirled, piercing through the snow, Song Si looked at Ouyang Han, one of the disciples of the Ethereal Sword Sect, and smiled faintly, while the latter took three steps back, looking at Song Si's smile, his heart was shocked.

At this moment, the flying sword took a photo, blocking Song Si's way, only to see a middle-aged deacon of the Ethereal Sword Sect brushing his long beard, pointing his sword together, the flying sword roared into the air, wandering in a three-foot radius, and dispersed the goose feathers and heavy snow: "Deacon of the Ethereal Sword Sect, Cabbage Leader teaches Your Excellency the sword move!"

The deacon of the Ethereal Sword Sect, Cabbage, raised his sword finger and was a little weak, but he saw that the five-inch-long flying sword led the snow to whirl, stirring up a nine-foot sword gang, and stabbed a frosty sword towards Song Si.

Song Si held Ziyao in his hand, the sword rose and fell, and the sword turned into a void and immediately slashed out.

The two swords intersected, and suddenly stirred up a thousand layers of snow, and the sword shook thousands of miles. (To be continued......)