The wind and snow are shaking, the Yiren dance lightly, the snow pours into a city, and the dance pours into a person.

"An Lang, where are you going?"

Mu Xun'an looked at Bai Wei calmly, and spit out two words indifferently: "Don't ask." ”

Bai Wei opened her mouth, but she just smiled sadly: "Okay." ”

Seeing that Mu Xun'an was speechless, he turned his head slowly, and as soon as his body moved, he turned into a white phantom and disappeared into the sky in an instant.

Bai Wei looked at Mu Xun'an's figure, and was silent for a long time, but the corners of her lips revealed a trace of sadness: "An Lang, it doesn't matter if it's a sword mountain or a sea of fire, the concubine is ...... We are willing to go together. ”

There was a sense of unwarranted panic in her heart, if she really waited for it this time, she might regret it for the rest of her life.

She held the silk cloth in her hand, and gently wiped the long sword, the sword that Mu Xun'an had never left for decades, the silk cloth wiped the tip of the sword, and fell into the snow.

Mu Xun'an's speed was already extremely fast, covering his heart with one hand, as if the pain was unbearable, and his body was shaky, as if he was about to fall from the sky in the next moment.

He flew into the middle of a vast snowfield, surrounded by pure white, and there was no other color, as if it were a white canvas, not yet dyed with a drop of ink.

He paused, landed on the snow, and roared up to the sky: "Since you are here, why don't you show up? Brother, do you really want to die for your brother?"

From the vast white snow, in response to his voice, a figure slowly walked out, dressed in a white robe, as if to blend into the snow.

Mu Xunli.

He was holding a plain disc, and a drop of blood floated on the disc, spinning slightly, pointing at Mu Xun'an from afar. Every time the blood bead rotated, Mu Xun's mouth hurt sharply.

When Mu Xunli approached, the blood bead suddenly broke free of the disc and flew towards Mu Xun'an, and it exploded into a thin mist a few feet away from Mu Xun'an.

Mu Xunli took out a jade pendant from his arms, threw it to Mu Xun'an, and sighed lightly: "Brother Xian, if you are ruthless for your brother, you don't want to kill each other for your brother, but the master's last wish is that my brother has to obey!"

The jade pendant was a few feet away from Mu Xun'an, and suddenly condensed a picture.

In the picture, an old man sits quietly on the top of a mountain, with all his hair and hair, and the two lines between his eyebrows are twisted together, as if they are eternal.

The old man said indifferently: "Xun'an, how has the teacher taught you over the years? This time, you don't want to disobey orders!"

"What is the pity of personal life and death? Once the Twin Spiritual Cultivation Technique is completed this time, the Gift Hunt will be able to successfully cross the tribulation, and my Sword Pavilion will definitely go to the peak again!"

"Don't call me a teacher...... Looks down on you. ”

The old man slowly closed his eyes, as if he had completely lost his breath, and finally returned to the wind and snow, to heaven and earth. The picture slowly dissipated, and I didn't know where it went with the wind.

"Brother Xian, don't blame me for my brother, the Sword Pavilion has been silent in the Southern Regions for too long, and my brother must obey the master's last wish and lead the Sword Pavilion...... At that time, the Central Regions, the Western Regions, and the Northern Regions will all have a place in my Sword Pavilion!"

Mu Xunli's eyes bloomed with brilliant light, and the corners of his mouth smiled, looking a little crazy.

"For the sake of a little cultivation, Mu Xunli, you have to ignore the brotherhood between you and me, and you have to kill each other, is it worth it?"

"Xun An, since the moment you and I entered the Sword Pavilion, we have been selected by the master, and no one can change this fate! If the master called Brother Wei as a sacrifice back then, Brother Wei would not have the slightest complaint!"

Mu Xunli sighed lightly: "Xun'an, you can think about it, you really want to ...... Disobedience?"

"Master in the spirit of heaven don't blame the disciple, disciple...... Forgive me!"

Mu Xunli sighed and shook his head, and lowered his head indifferently: "Okay, virtuous brother, take it." ”

He pulled out a long sword from behind his back, and the long sword only shook slightly, and the strip of cloth that wrapped the sword body instantly shattered into countless pieces, sprinkling and falling from the air.

The sword was shining with golden light, like a scorching sun, exuding a blazing temperature in the snow, as if it was about to melt away all the wind and snow.

Mu Xun'an's eyes fell firmly on the sword, the token of the Sword Pavilion Lord, the inheritance of the thing, the six-grade spirit treasure, and the golden armor dragon sword.

For decades, he practiced hard, not daring to slack off, as a disciple of the sect master, he was afraid of losing the face of the Sword Pavilion and the face of the master, and he was physically and mentally exhausted, just because of the master's promise, he would be the thirty-ninth generation of the Sword Pavilion Sect Master, the successor of the Golden Armor You Dragon Sword.

But after he cultivated to the point of distraction, it turned out that all this was just a dream, a joke, but the master said a few words less, or he missed a few words in a trance......

He's nothing more than ...... The thirty-ninth generation of the Sword Pavilion Lord, the successor of the Golden Armor Dragon Sword...... A sacrifice.

A sacrifice that directly helped him survive the first tribulation when Mu Xunli was distracted.

After being distracted, it is for the three tribulations, the realm of the three tribulations, it is necessary to survive the triple tribulations, how many days of arrogance died here, the southern region has not produced such a strong person for countless years, it is other regions, and it is rare.

The realm of the Three Tribulations, for his master, is no longer just a realm, but an obsession, an obsession that he has not explored in his life.

So at the end of his life, he devoted his life to ...... It was passed to Mu Xunli.

And after his fall, this realm of three tribulations became an obsession of Mu Xunli, the elder brother of Mu Xun'an's compatriots.

Mu Xunxin may have known why his master chose Mu Xunli instead of him, even if he was more qualified, he still chose Mu Xunli.

Because if it were him, he would never kill each other in order to break through the three tribulations.

"Brother Xian, you are too disappointing!"

Mu Xunli shook his head and sighed lightly, as if he was quite disappointed in Mu Xun'an's selfish behavior of ignoring the future of the Sword Pavilion, his body rose in the air in an instant, and the long sword drew a string moon in the air, and fell towards Mu Xun'an......

The golden armor swims in the dragon sword, the power of the six-grade spirit treasure, the pure white picture scroll is plated with a layer of gold leaf in an instant, and the power of that sword seems to have become the only one in heaven and earth in an instant.

Mu Xun'an slowly raised his two fingers, raised them to his chest, and looked at the earth-shattering sword, his expression was always calm, and the golden luster reflected his face as soon as it was clear, like a dream......

"An Lang!"

At that moment, a sad call fell into Mu Xun'an's ears, lingering for a long time......

Above his countenance, there was no longer calm, and his eyes suddenly widened!

After a sword, an abyss-like ravine bloomed on the snow, and in the ravine, a figure stood tall, raised lightly with one hand, and the two fingers were still on the chest, but at this time, a mouthful of blood suddenly spurted out, and he fell on his back......

Bai Wei suddenly exclaimed, flew to Mu Xun'an's side, and hugged him in his arms.

"An Lang!"

"Vier...... You shouldn't have come!"

Mu Xunli looked at this scene from afar, his eyebrows were solemn, and his expression gradually became cold: "Xun'an, you dare to divulge the secret of my Sword Pavilion? Who is this woman?"

Mu Xun'an stood up slowly, coughed violently twice, and spoke eagerly: "Brother, she doesn't know anything, she fulfilled her master's last wish for her brother, and asked her brother not to hurt her!"

However, Mu Xunli just shook his head: "Xun'an, don't blame your brother, this is a secret of my Sword Pavilion, and it must not be revealed!"

Bai Wei stepped forward, stopped in front of Mu Xun'an, pulled out the long sword in his hand, and pointed at Mu Xunli from afar, revealing a distracted cultivation on his body.

But Mu Xunli just smiled.

Although they are both distracted, their strength is also very different!

A phantus appeared behind Bai Wei in an instant, and it was her pretty face.

However, Mu Xunli just swung his sword, his cultivation was above Bai Wei, and he was taught by his master, so how could Bai Wei be the enemy?

In just a moment, the plainclothes were stained with blood and fell into disadvantage.

Mu Xun'an suddenly roared, and rushed towards Mu Xunli again! But he saw that a figure also appeared behind Mu Xun'an, but the distracted phantom seemed to be in the midst of a raging fire!

Seeing this, Mu Xunli couldn't help but immediately withdraw his hand, and exclaimed: "Don't be distracted, promise you for your brother and spare her life!"

Mu Xun'an paused, hesitated slightly for a moment, and suddenly shook his head slowly: "Brother, because my brother doesn't believe you!"

He swept in front of Mu Xunli in an instant, and his two fingers had already sunk into Mu Xunli's chest by half an inch!

Mu Xunli was horrified in his heart, he couldn't care about so much, and he was also distracted, so he was able to avoid this blow, and he suddenly roared angrily: "You really want to kill your brother?"

Mu Xun'an was silent, and Bai Wei said slowly: "An Lang, take the sword!"

Although he was also distracted, Mu Xunli was horrified, even though he was holding a six-grade spirit treasure, he was also suppressed by Mu Xun'an!

This made him feel humiliated in his heart, the master chose him, passed on the merit to him, passed it on to him, passed it on to him, and passed the treasure to him, but he was still defeated by Mu Xun'an, who had nothing!

Is it really nothing? Perhaps, at this moment, Mu Xun has already had everything, and he has everything that cannot be lost.

Mu Xunli was suddenly knocked out, his clothes were torn, his long hair was messy, and a large area of blood stained the scroll red, leaving a little mottle.

Mu Xun'an put a sword on Mu Xunli's shoulder, and Mu Xunli suddenly shouted: "Xun'an, do you really want to kill your brother?"

That roar really made Mu Xun settle down for a while, his expression was complicated, I don't know if this sword should fall, if this sword does not fall, I am afraid that it will be difficult to be peaceful in this life, but he can't fall after all!

Calling him to kill his brother, it is difficult to kill a brother, it is difficult to kill a disciple, and it is difficult to go to the sky!

But at this moment, Bai Wei suddenly screamed: "An Lang be careful!"

Mu Xun'an looked past Mu Xunli, looked at Bai Wei, and was stunned, a palm print was heavily imprinted on his heart!

He suddenly spurted out a mouthful of blood, and the distracted phantom behind him was instantly dispersed, and that mouthful of blood sprayed Mu Xunli's face, making his distorted smile more and more hideous.

He watched Bai Wei quickly run towards him, dodging in front of him, Mu Xunli raised the golden armor and dragon sword, and nailed the two of them together with one sword......

Mu Xun'an turned around with difficulty and saw a familiar face behind him.

"Zheng Qinan ......"

Mu Xunli drew his long sword, brought out a puddle of blood, and raised a neon ......

Warm sun, swaying.