Qin Yan looked back suspiciously, only to see that Gong Yunsleeve had already gotten up from the corner of the wall, looked at him fixedly, and said slowly: "At noon after the Song Xinglie, the next day, and the next day, there are battles in the hour and Shen, you had better go and take a look." If nothing else, it should be him and Cheng Gang in the end, and the next day after that, it will be your time to play. ”

Qin Yan smiled and said, "I know, thank you for reminding me." ”

It's night, the highest peak of the Demon Gate, and it's overwhelming.

Qin Yan sat alone on the top of the mountain, breathing in the strong cold wind, his eyes spread out, and the pupils of his eyes reflected the lush earth and jungle and the winding and undulating peaks, like sculptures, motionless.

He was refining his sword intent with the cold wind and void aura in the sky.

In terms of swordsmanship skills, he had reached the limit of what he could understand at the moment, and all he could do now was to refine his sword intent.

Sitting on the highest peak, overlooking the angry peaks and gloomy earth, thousands of cliffs are pressed under you, the changing ups and downs of the cangtao mist flow in your eyes, even in the middle of the dark night, you can still see almost the northwest barren land. Look at the mediocre mortals toiling under the misty clouds, walking everywhere they go, and the abyss and the mountain peaks are at their feet. This scene can't help but make people feel proud, there is a lonely arrogance that looks at the world, even if there may be a little cold silence flowing through his heart, it is just refining the edge of the sword in his heart, making this sword sharper.

Maybe after the Avenue of Hope, looking at the world, it will be similar to the feeling at this time.

At that time, I should be able to cut off the relationship, get rid of distracting thoughts, transcend things, and no longer be bound by the rules of this world, so that I can face the North Sea and the twilight, be at ease, and enjoy eternal life.

Thinking like this, the corners of his mouth couldn't help but show a smile, rejoicing in that beautiful vision. It's just that in a blink of an eye, I suddenly thought of Yu Hanyan's face, and in an instant, my chest seemed to be frozen by ice, and my smile froze on my face, unable to break free from the sudden coldness.

I can enjoy it, but what about her?

As Lin Muyao said that day, is that kind of eternal loneliness really more worthy of pursuit than the gentleness of Yu Hanyan?

The fairy road wants me to cut off the bonds, but the prosperity of the world is so greedy, how can I cut it off, how can I give it up!

In this lonely and cold peak, the belief in pursuing the avenue was shaken again.

I don't know how long he sat in a daze, his heart suddenly moved, he looked up, and felt a beam of warmth coming from the east, just like nectar seeping into his heart, extremely warm and comfortable.

The sky was still dark and gloomy, the west was a piece of iron blue, and the east was a little white, reckless and pale. But from that warm precursor, the dawn is coming.

As the first rays of the rising sun tore through the darkness before dawn, the eastern canopy gradually turned from pitch black to white and red, until it was dazzling golden, spraying ten thousand rays of light, and finally, a round of fireballs jumped out of the water and rose into the air, reflecting the wall of ten thousand peaks and the churning sea of clouds into a piece of red. This magnificent scene once again stirred up waves in Qin Yan's eyes.

Suddenly, he stood up, drew his sword from its sheath, and danced on the peak of the rising sun. The body is like a shadow, and the long sword is like a dragon. The bright glow poured down, stirring the crimson sunlight without making a sound.

Crystal frost sword qi sprinkled from the surrounding cliff corners, and in silence, the peak under his feet was slashed off by a layer, forming a square platform. The shadow of the sword dances on the stone, reflecting thousands of worlds in the light of the light.

The last sword stabbed out, the cold sword qi turned into dozens of zhang long, with an incomparable momentum towards the sea of clouds under the cliff, the clouds where it passed were divided into two flat halves, and rolled upside down to both sides without wind, even the brilliant sunlight dimmed for a moment, the sword qi has been thrown into the cliff below the opposite side, like a sharp blade cutting tofu into it, after a long time, a huge trembling sound came from the depths of the cliff.

This so-called, 30,000 pearls and jade wind swept down, and a vast sky opened!

Thousands of sword intents scattered from time to time, Qin Yan's figure froze on the rock, holding the cold sword in his hand, motionless looking at the beautiful scenery of the peaks and mountains in the sun, as if he had fallen into a stupor.

It occurred to him that maybe he could live in a different way.

Qin Yan stood on the edge of the cliff, watching the cold wind disturb the clouds and mist under his feet, a faint dampness penetrated into his nostrils, and a misty green mountain was in the distance. The feeling of cold and quiet seeped into his heart little by little, and he gradually realized a different artistic conception.

Maybe it's not to look down on the world from above, but to see the clouds and fog rise and the morning and evening smoke, and love the green colors of the mountains and the leisurely tea. The warmth of having traveled in the world, chasing and watching countless times finally made people feel terrified, and gradually feared the cold and lonely farewell. An old man who was dying, a few huts far away from the world, this scene was conceived in his mind, and there was a kind of charm that made people's hearts tremble.

The morning breeze blew and the mist gradually dispersed. His emotions gradually settled down, fading away the resentment and confusion, like an outsider examining his body and mind. The thoughts and distractions that drifted away in the middle of the night with the wind are also like this gradually recovering mist, and there is no trace when the wind passes.

After this night, my dreams will be even more ambitious, and I will be with her to attain immortality.

He collected his thoughts, leaving only the indifference and calmness of a god, and let his eyes meet the rising light.

The soothing body is blown by the morning breeze. The surging power pulsated regularly, diffusing into every corner of his body, and he controlled every trace of energy, feeling a kind of unprecedented comfort, as if he could embrace everything in front of him.

The golden sun completely sprinkled the vast land, and the morning of the day finally came, and it was time.

A natural realization rose from his heart, and he didn't need to look down to know that the long sword in his hand had changed somehow.

It was a thin trail of cold air that existed on the blade of the sword.

He turned his arm lightly and took the sword away, and saw that where the original sword was, there was still a trace as thin as a hair, but it was sharp and straight.

He stretched out his left index finger and gently brushed it over the trace, and he felt a pain in his fingertips, and when he saw it, there was already a blood mark on the finger that was supported by the Han Blood Skill.

What a sharp sword aura!

There was a burst of excitement in his chest, and he instinctively felt that this "Sword Qi Trace" in his hand would be his own swordsmanship, a peerless swordsmanship that was not inferior to the Emperor's Amazing Immortal Sword!

He finally had enough self-confidence. 'Just give me enough time, even if it's not a real person...... Hey, Senior Sister Yu, just wait for me to pick you up!'