Slowly pouring a glass of wine into his throat, the sweet and spicy wine flowed down his throat, Chonglou looked at the sky with a smile, and shook the gorgeous glass cup in his hand, there was very little glass, and even fewer were used to make wine glasses, so he liked to use this kind of cup to drink.

The bright red wine rolled in the cup, and through the golden sunlight outside the pavilion, his purple and heavy pupils were reflected, and the brilliance shimmered in his eyes.

At this moment he is sitting in a pavilion, the pavilion is built by the water, the green lotus in the summer is more and more verdant and moving under the light of the afternoon sun, the light red lotus flowers tremble gently on the green lotus leaves, as if she is a sleeping girl, as if blaming the domineering of the sun, she leans her milky white arms against the shadow of the small pavilion, and sleeps slowly.

Everything seemed so silent and quiet in the afternoon, as if time had stopped.

Chonglou looked at the stream and Bihe, and a shallow smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

He was wearing a pine green brocade robe, and a silk satin cloak was draped over his shoulders, and his figure was leaning in the pavilion, and the sun was shining in the air, and his figure looked so gorgeous. A trace of arrogance, a trace of domineering, a trace of self-confidence, swirled in his purple pupils.

In this silent afternoon, under the intoxication of fine wine, Chonglou was almost completely intoxicated by it, his purple pupils released a sense of laziness, and the overlapping light gradually spread out in his pupils, like a thick smoke, in his incomparably deep pupils.

The smile spreads, it is the smile of a wise man, and under the background of this smile, all the brilliance will become dim. It seems that the whole world is already in his hands, and the whole world is already under its plan.

The sunlight outside the pavilion suddenly dimmed, and a figure blocked the entrance of the pavilion: "Chief Guard!"

Chonglou frowned, he hated it most when others came to disturb him when he was thinking about things, fortunately he knew that this person was Wu Zetian's henchman, fortunately he was not suitable to turn his face with Wu Zetian, fortunately he still had no plan, too much luck, his sword was sealed in the sheath, otherwise, this person's head would have already fallen to the ground.

sighed. I really regret coming. He thought.

Thinking about it, he still frowned, and said lazily: "What's the matter?" His attitude is not good, even arrogant, if that person is in normal times, if he is to others, he will definitely look at him angrily, but he knows that Chonglou's martial arts are extraordinary, so his attitude is very good, and he bent down and said: "Chief of the guard, the saint will send you to the Red Maple Pavilion." ”

Chonglou put the glass cup on the table, the wine shook in the cup, his purple eyes flickered, and he said indifferently: "I know." He stood up, and a tiger roar sounded from the side, and a snow-white tiger shadow flew out and pounced on his feet. This is the white tiger he subdued that day, since Chonglou subdued the white tiger that day, it has always followed Chonglou's side, not leaving an inch.

Chonglou patted the white tiger's head, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, turned around, and walked out of the pavilion.

The Red Maple Pavilion is not far from the pavilion, surrounded by a dense maple forest, and the fiery red maple leaves are flying in the air.

Chonglou raised his right hand and caught the few maple leaves, he looked at the maple leaves fixedly, the fiery red maple leaves were quietly creeping in his palm, and the subtle leaves were opposite to his palm prints.

He burst out with a wild laugh, and the maple leaves made a crisp sound, and instantly turned into dust, flying in the air with the breeze.

He laughed sharply: "Maple Leaf, Maple Leaf, are you afraid of me too?" shook his hand casually and walked towards the attic in the distance.

The maple leaves in the sky guarded his side, and his figure dragged for a long time in the sun, as if he was an overlord who had entered the apocalypse, and like a swordsman walking towards the future.

What it is, maybe even he doesn't know.

However, it is:

The jade dragon has changed for thousands of years,

Glass waves through the river.

Stepping on the autumn maple line is broken,

The tiger roars and the dragon sings into the silver ocean.

In a short time, we reached the lower floor of the attic.

The frenzied pace came to an abrupt stop!

He felt a fierce momentum, coming down from the roof of the building, and after the momentum, a murderous aura emerged.

The murderous aura was pure, coming straight towards him, and this murderous aura ran down, not only with the violent true qi of the mysterious man himself, but also with the momentum pressure of the six-zhang pavilion, from top to bottom, facing the lofty building, pressing away without any worries.

Chonglou paused, and a trace of surprise flashed in his heavy pupils, he had been in the deep palace for more than half a month, and he didn't even know that there was such a master.

His plans will also change.

Before he could think about it, he had straightened up and walked upstairs, his whole body exuding a fanatical murderous aura, and he rushed up.

Rumo's long hair danced wildly in the sky, covering his eyes, but he didn't squint, step by step, walking upward. The white tiger felt this murderous aura and followed behind him, roaring in a low voice.

That murderous aura felt the surging battle intent here in Chonglou, and couldn't help but become more violent, and the monstrous murderous aura almost condensed into substance, suppressing everything around.

There were still six steps left, and the bones in Chonglou's whole body trembled slightly, making a slight sound.

In five steps, his clothes were clinging to his body, and there were faint cracks.

......

In three steps, the footprints he stepped on were half an inch deep, and his figure was almost frozen, and he could only move slightly.

Suddenly, the murderous aura disappeared suddenly, as if it was a spring breeze, drifting by, the maple leaves were as usual, dancing in the air, it seemed that this murderous aura had never been produced, he seemed to be a breeze blowing, a stream trickling through, as if it was a little strange feeling unintentionally, it seemed to be the unintentional work of nature, and after discovering its uselessness, it was eliminated.

Chonglou looked down at the maple leaf in the corner of his clothes, stretched out his hand to brush it away, and a slight crack hid the tiny figure under the leaf. It seemed that the privacy had been discovered, perhaps because Chonglou's strength had been used a little more, and the crack instantly became larger, as if it was an ugly giant mouth, devouring all the light.

Chonglou sighed, took off his cloak, and threw it aside.

At this moment, there was a round of applause from above.

Chonglou was shocked, but he was immediately relieved, just now he tried his best to support that murderous aura, and he didn't have time to pay attention to whether there were people around.

But there was still a flame in his heart, a flame of rage, anger that he didn't notice the man, anger that he didn't beat the man's murderous aura.

Huo Ran raised his head, and his purple heavy pupils shot up.

The man was standing in the center of the staircase, no more, no less, impartially, right in the middle of the staircase. The man was dressed very ordinary, just a gray robe, but as soon as he stood in front of Chonglou, Chonglou's pupils instantly contracted.

Everything behind the stairs seemed to be covered by the man's robe, everything was blocked by him, the second time, Chonglou felt a little dazed, this person, there was no trace of murderous aura, only a strong domineering spirit, as if the mountains and rivers in the world were in his control.

It was as if this man was not a man, but a mountain, a huge mountain, and he felt suffocated just by standing in front of him.

He is different from Chonglou, Chonglou was born with everything, purple double pupils, the symbol of the king, he doesn't need too much, just this is enough to make him stand in history, blooming the most dazzling light, but the person in front of him is like a person at the lowest level of society.

He has gone through endless efforts, and gradually climbed from the lowest level to the highest level. He doesn't care about righteousness and shame, as long as he can climb up, he can do anything. That domineering spirit was not deliberately emanated by him, but something he naturally possessed after experiencing countless things.

Relying on yourself, relying completely on yourself, and holding everything in your hands, you can have this domineering, this kind of domineering self-esteem, all self-domineering!

At that moment, Chonglou understood one thing, if this person was either a relative or friend, he was a lifelong enemy!

However, it is:

Mountains and rivers gather, wind and smoke are like fire, and swords are like songs;

Heaven and earth are heroic, and scheming is like lightning and hatred is like a cliff.

When the man saw Chonglou, he shrugged his eyebrows and said leisurely: "Good ability, worthy of the 'Sword God' Chonglou!" The fire in Chonglou's eyes flashed slightly, but it disappeared in an instant, and he said lightly: "Each other." ”

Sword God, this is a very dazzling name. When he first held the sword, he remembered that the master threw him into a dark room, where there was no food or drink, only a pack of wild wolves, to eat, to drink, so he took the sword in your hand, killed all these beasts, drank wolf blood, and ate wolf meat.

Seven days later, when the master opened the door, he did not wait for the master to enter, but dragged his sword and came out of the house on his own.

From that day on, the master sent him to a cave to look at a painting.

A year later, he stepped into the rivers and lakes for the first time.

With just one sword, he cut off the head of the Kunlun faction. Since then, his name has been powerful, and no one dares to underestimate him.

He doesn't care, he doesn't care about everything.

He just holds the sword and draws it.

I still remember the battle of the Tianshan Mountains that year, he killed more than 100 masters with one person and one sword, and dyed the entire Tianshan peaks bright red, thus winning the name of "Sword God".

He doesn't care, it's just a name, that's it.

Suddenly, Wu Zetian's voice came from behind the man: "Chonglou, come here." ”

The man raised an eyebrow and got out of the way with a smile. Chonglou ignored him and silently walked into the attic. His eyes swept around the room, and his brows jumped, and he saw several people sitting around the attic, all of whom were important ministers in the court. In the center of the attic, there were twelve men in black, and when they saw people coming in, they all looked up.

Chonglou's eyes lit up, and the eyes of these twelve people were like the sharp eyes of an eagle, the blood eyes of Shura, and the fierce eyes of a fierce beast, and they were like a double-edged sword, either hurting him or themselves.

Chonglou's purple pupils narrowed slightly, and before he could speak, he heard Wu Zetian say: "Mr. Xiao brought foreign specialties from Dongying, and at the same time, there is also a book from Emperor Dongying, and when he heard your name, he proposed to meet you." ”

See me?" Chonglou sneered.

His pupils shrank suddenly, looked at the gray-robed man, and said coldly, "Mr. Xiao, Dongying...... Could it be the 'Sunrise Holy Hand' Xiao Ling?" The gray-robed man smiled indifferently: "People say that since Nie Chen, only Chonggongzi is worthy of the title of 'Sword God', and it is an honor to be famous by Chonggongzi himself." ”

The two of them looked at each other, as if a fire burst out.

After a while, Xiao Ling suddenly retracted his gaze, looked at the roof, and smiled indifferently: "If that roof collapses, what do you say?" Chonglou frowned slightly and said, "How could it collapse?"

As if to respond to his words, the roof suddenly collapsed.

Chonglou's eyes lit up, and he let out a sharp roar, and the whole person rose into the sky like a sword, instantly penetrating the roof. The roof fell for a moment, but then it fell downward. Xiao Ling flicked his long sleeves, and instantly held the roof, and said indifferently: "Why don't you go out soon?"

Everyone was stunned when they saw the movements of the two, and when they heard his words at this moment, they reacted one after another and ran outside.

When the white tiger saw his master running out, he roared loudly and swooped out of the big hole that Fang Cai Chonglou had knocked out. Xiao Ling saw that everyone had run out, so he also flew out.

As soon as he jumped out, he felt a light in front of him, and a cold light swept through the sky. Immediately, he saw a blue-shirted man standing in the air, and with a flick of his hand, he scattered the snow-bright sword, revealing a sword. Chonglou roared angrily, flipped the sword, withdrew his palm, and said sharply: "Draw the sword!"

The blue-shirted man looked up at him silently, and after a while, he said slowly: "Jade Dragon Sword, good sword!" But I don't know if a peerless good sword can send out peerless swordsmanship, and ......" The light in his eyes flashed, "The old man doesn't need a sword!" The words sounded like thunder, shaking through the clear sky.

Chonglou's eyes flickered, and he roared: "Draw your sword!" He danced with his long sleeves, and gusts of wind rolled up from behind him, blowing and dancing in the treetops around him, and the maple leaves were flying, guarding his side, he seemed to have become a long sword, a long sword that would come out of its sheath and hurt the enemy at any time.

The old man in the blue shirt raised his eyebrows, and two cold rays of light shot out from his eyes, and word by word burst out from between his teeth: "I said, old man, don't use a sword!"

Chonglou's clothes agitated, his whole body swirled, and he continued to circulate under his clothes, and said coldly when he heard this: "Since you don't draw your sword, then take your sword!" As soon as the words fell, a silver light burst out from between his fingers, turning into millions of flying dragons, striking out from mid-air, as if thunder and lightning were shooting down in mid-air, stirring up gusts of wind and flying towards the man.

The lightning resounded, the golden light flew in the clouds, the wind and rain swept the sky and the earth, the sea and the waves danced wildly, the Yaksha dragon roared in the deep sea, and the calm sea surged wildly, and the blue tide carried the power of heaven and earth, making the earth tremble.

The man shrugged his eyebrows, laughed, his right hand was perpendicular to his chest, and a blue sword qi burst out from his fingers, and his body did not move a bit, but with a wave of his hand, the sword qi shot out.

The blue sword qi seems to be a surging energy, a fierce shark in the deep ocean, different from Chonglou's fierce and violent sword moves, Chonglou's sword moves are dazzling and surging, but this person's sword moves are very dull and slow, at first glance, Chonglou's sword moves are like heaven and earth, and this old man's sword qi is like dust between heaven and earth.

The lightning resounded, the golden light flew in the clouds, the wind and rain rushed to the heavens and the earth, the sea roared madly, the Yaksha dragon roared in the sea, and the calm sea surged and danced, the blue tide carried the power of heaven and earth, and the earth trembled; the heavenly gods roared, and the gods of the nine heavens seemed to be terrified, trembled, and mourned for this sword!

The man shrugged his eyebrows, laughed, his right hand was perpendicular to his chest, and a blue sword qi escaped, his eyes burst out, and he attacked with one finger.

The blue sword qi seems to be the majestic sea, the fierce shark of the deep ocean, different from Chonglou's fierce sword moves, Chonglou's sword moves are dazzling, surging endlessly, this person's sword moves are very dull, very slow, but the amplitude is very large, all the sword moves of Chonglou are sealed, no matter how huge Chonglou's sword moves are, they can't get out of the range of this person's fingers.

Chonglou's purple pupils shrank suddenly, he couldn't stop this move!

has been famous for several years, but he can't block this sword, and after several years of sword moves, he has no tricks to resist this person's fingers?

Anger, like a spark, spreads in his chest, expands, and eventually explodes! He can fail, but he must not fail like this, absolutely not!

You can lose or you can't lose!

The jade dragon sword shook suddenly, and a milky white light spread out from the tip of the sword, enveloping his whole body, with a sharp roar, he had turned into a sword, a gust of wind, a drop of water, he had become one with heaven and man, aimed at that person, and slashed out!

Victory or defeat, he has no power to resist!