A pool away.
Cong Xin was still sitting unsteadily on the swing, looking at the remaining twilight in the pool, as well as the Sword Sect disciples who stood by the pool with solemn expressions looking at the twilight.
After looking at it for a long time, Cong Xin lowered his head, looked at his other broken little finger, and said with a sad face:
"Zhang Xiaoyu, Zhang Xiaoyu, you are such a bastard."
Cong Xin raised her head and looked back into the pond. The peach tree growing quietly by the creek bridge was blooming with bloody peach blossoms in the dusk.
The blood was not Zhang Xiaoyu's.
...
Zhang Xiaoyu is certainly not a bastard.
This is an extremely outstanding practitioner of both Taoism and swordsmanship in the world.
Standing at the other end of the Wu River, Young Master Wubei couldn't help but sigh when he looked at the young man in white who was wearing a Taoist brand, carrying countless sword intentions, and crossing the mountains and rivers through the wind and snow.
If he had never experienced that gust of wind, of course he would never be as good as this disciple of the Sword Sect.
But there are no ifs, no ifs.
The mountains and rivers are about to spread to his feet. If he really steps on the mountains and rivers, then Zhang Xiaoyu can quickly approach him.
At the same time, I can't help but feel a little lucky.
Zhang Xiaoyu still hasn't learned how to point mountains and rivers.
From the mountains and rivers, he came with one finger.
It smells like a sword coming from the world.
So Zhang Xiaoyu just held the peach blossom in his hand, with blood on his lips, and kept walking through the snowy mountains and rivers.
The wind and snow were like knives, and those Daoist texts were branded on Zhang Xiaoyu's body. Although it made his body stronger, it also made the wind and snow hit his body more directly.
Even Young Master Wubei himself would not feel comfortable when the wind and snow with the power of the Styx blow down on his body.
But Zhang Xiaoyu didn't say anything. He just held the peach blossom and finally stopped at the edge of the mountain and river.
There is only a short distance left in that section of the Wu River and it has not been swallowed up by the mountain and river map.
Young Master Wubei stood not far away.
The two seemed to have returned to the original distance - Zhang Xiaoyu was sitting in the stream, while Young Master Wubei was standing by the pond.
Countless sword intentions coming from Qingxi River were pulled on the peach branches. At this moment, they finally surrounded the peach branches, and a rather biting sword wind blew up between the two of them.
Zhang Xiaoyu's body sank slightly, he raised his hand, holding the peach branch with both hands, and raised it to his eyebrows.
The sword intention flowed on the peach branch mightily, and countless inscriptions peeled off from Zhang Xiaoyu's body, and then were blown by the sword wind, falling towards the sword-like peach branch.
It is the rhyme of the Tao, and it is also the meaning of the sword.
The two flowed together on the peach branches, accumulating quite turbulent energy.
Peach branches are like swords.
Just like an arrow waiting to be fired.
Then in an instant, he passed through the human world.
In this extremely short distance, Young Master Wubei should have stayed away.
But he didn't, he just made a hand in front of him, then raised his head and calmly glanced at the Styx River that was still flowing above the inverted sky.
In an instant, the sword had arrived in front of Young Master Wubei. A large witch robe was flying wildly in the sword wind just around the corner.
The peach branch is close to the eyebrows.
Young Master Wubei also saw clearly Zhang Xiaoyu's pale but calm face.
Just the next moment.
The sword suddenly missed its direction and fell behind Young Master Wubei.
Of course it wasn't Zhang Xiaoyu who avoided Young Master Wubei.
But in the human world, at that moment.
Some angles were corrected again.
The Wu River is floating and suspended.
The same goes for Young Master Wubei standing in the Wu River.
Then the sword hurriedly missed him.
Countless powers of the Styx went towards Zhang Xiaoyu, whose sword missed, sending him flying towards the Wu River at the other end.
Young Master Wubei looked over there calmly, his face equally pale.
With his soul seriously injured, trying to bring the entire world of Styx back to normal is also a hugely consuming task.
But Zhang Xiaoyu's injuries were naturally more serious.
The peach branch in his hand had already been ignited by the sword fire as he drew the sword so quickly. The peach blossoms on the branch were scorched, and then fell away piece by piece.
Zhang Xiaoyu stood up in the Wu River and kept coughing. The breath in the divine sea was extremely disordered.
The rhyme of the sword's will and the power of the Styx go hand in hand.
Zhang Xiaoyu glanced inward, then ignored Young Master Wubei who was changing the magic formula in his hands in the distance. He sat cross-legged on the Wu River, placed the peach branch across his knees, and closed his eyes.
The mountains and rivers dispersed in the distance, and the words "mountain and river" fell back onto the Taoist robe under Zhang Xiaoyu's white clothes. His Taoist charm was restrained and submerged into the divine sea.
Fortunately, the power of the Styx has not yet eroded into the Dao Sea.
The two words "mountain and river" fell into the divine sea and turned into the picture of mountains and rivers again. Countless Dao fruits above the Dao Sea shook down and turned into huge heaven and earth energy, falling into the Dao Sea.
The waves in the Dao Sea continued, and countless Dao texts were derived, heading towards the mountain and river map that trapped the power of the Styx.
The aura around Zhang Xiaoyu kept rising.
Young Master Wubei was changing the magic formula in his hand while looking at Zhang Xiaoyu who was sitting cross-legged in the Wu River in the distance.
Naturally, he had never believed that this young man in white who practiced both the mountain and river view and the human sword sect would only be in the seventh realm of the trail.
When Zhang Xiaoyu left Shanhe Temple, he was already in the Seventh Realm. After so many years, naturally he would not still be in the Seventh Realm.
So what is he betting on?
Young Master Wubei looked at Zhang Xiaoyu, who was sitting quietly with his eyes closed, his realm rising steadily, with a solemn expression.
In Zhang Xiaoyu's divine sea, as countless Dao Fruits shook down, the rising aura finally slowed down.
Zhang Xiaoyu's realm finally stopped at the ninth realm of the trail.
The mountain and river map has tightly trapped the power of the Styx.
Then Zhang Xiaoyu opened his eyes again.
Countless black energy was forced out from the divine sea and dispersed in the Dao Yun and sword intent.
The peach branch had been burned into a pitch black color.
But Zhang Xiaoyu still picked up the peach branch.
The words "mountain and river" fell off Zhang Xiaoyu's Taoist robe again and turned into countless rhymes, and then surrounded the peach branch, forming the appearance of a sword of rhyme.
It's a Dao sword.
Of course, sword sects are not the only ones in the world who use swords.
Taoists also use swords.
A sword with peach wood as its bones and Taoist rhyme as its body is naturally the best Taoist sword.
Zhang Xiaoyu held the sword, and then the sword intent from the stream wrapped around him.
Just like when Tao Yun wrapped around the sword.
When the Taoist rhyme turns into a sword body, the subject and object are naturally reversed.
Sword Intent has become the support of Dao Sword.
Zhang Xiaoyu held the sword in his right hand, then raised his left hand in front of him, and performed a Taoist secret. Countless illusory swords came out from the sword body, and then hovered around Zhang Xiaoyu, his white clothes swaying in the sword wind.
Zhang Xiaoyu raised his eyes and looked at Young Master Wubei in the distance who still had not completed the witchcraft.
He finally spoke his first word since the battle.
say.
"go."
Then countless Taoist swords cut through the long river of twilight and poured towards Young Master Wubei.
Witch marks appeared under Young Master Wubei's feet.
The magic of ghosts goes too far.
When those thousands of swords arrived, the whole person disappeared, and then appeared further away in the Wu River.
No matter they are sword cultivators or people in the witch-ghost way, they naturally don't like to come into direct contact with those attacks.
This is especially true for those who follow the path of witches and ghosts.
So whether it's a Dao sword or a Peach Branch sword.
Young Master Wubei didn't want to take it.
So he went further.
Zhang Xiaoyu held the sword, his Taoist words flowing all over his body, but he stepped directly on the Wu River, his whole body turned into sword light, and headed towards the whereabouts of Young Master Wubei.
Even though Zhang Xiaoyu still focuses on the Taoist art of Mountain and River Viewing, he still chooses the sword light method.
Rather than Dao Feng.
There are three great walking methods in the world.
Daofeng has the slowest speed, but is also the most able to support long-distance travel.
The sword light was as fast as an explosion.
As for ghost arts, they come directly across space.
If it were not for the loss of the support of the belief in ghosts and gods, the inability to truly connect the River Styx, resulting in huge consumption after three times of traveling, this technique would be called invincible in the world.
It's a pity that there is no what if.
After crossing the line, Young Master Wubei looked at the sudden sword light with a pale face.
But he finally completed the last move of the witchcraft in his hand.
Ghost magic: overturning the nest.
In an instant, the world collapsed.
In the dusk, the Wu River and all the mountains and rivers in the world began to shatter inch by inch.
Only the vast River Styx is left, still flowing silently in the upside-down sky, constantly returning to its normal state.
The world has still turned a vertical angle.
Heaven and earth have become two ends of the human world.
In the twilight of this cut-off human world, there is a sword light passing through all the broken suspended objects.
Countless blood was spilled along the way.
Zhang Xiaoyu, however, used his Daowen-branded body to turn into sword light and forcefully pass through the world.
There were wounds constantly appearing on his face, just like the sword marks all over because he touched the peach.
Any broken pieces.
They are all irregular and sharp.
So are those great broken rivers.
Everything that shattered was heading towards Zhang Xiaoyu's trajectory.
But even the twilight covered nine points.
Only some dim light was left, passing through the gaps and illuminating Young Master Wubei who stood three feet above the Wu River.
If it were just Zhang Xiaoyu who was in the ninth realm of the small path, it would naturally be impossible for him to overcome this extremely decisive and brutal ghost technique.
But the sword intention on that sword did not come from Zhang Xiaoyu, but the remnants of the third generation master of the Sword Sect. Although it could not display the same strength as his own sword intention, it was still extraordinary.
Young Master Wubei is indeed very serious.
Witches are divided into north and south.
Ghosts are separated by a river.
Just like Northern Wu Dao and Southern Chu Wu.
Ghost magic also has clear distinctions.
The art of ascending to the underworld is also the art of ghosts in the human world, such as the ghost arts of traveling beyond the realm, arresting people, and covering the sky. They are all ghost arts of ascending to the underworld.
The technique of descending into the underworld is the technique of descending into the underworld. For example, the technique of Momentary Styx and this ghost technique of covering the nest are both techniques of descending into the underworld.
Performing the art of descending into the underworld in the human world naturally consumes a lot of energy.
Fortunately, he had previously used the Momentary Styx to connect with the vast river flowing in the Youhuang Mountains, which resulted in the strong power of the Styx in the human world.
Otherwise, the current Young Master Wubei may not be able to cast two Styx Ghost Techniques at the same time.
Therefore, even though he knew that Zhang Xiaoyu was dragging the sword intent beside the stream bridge to break through here, Young Master Wubei still did not move. After using this technique, the Wu River in his body shook, and Young Master Wubei's soul body But his hands barely hugged the head that was severed by the sword.
So at that moment when his soul trembled, Young Master Wubei fell into a trance.
Just like when he first survived those sword intentions in that alley.
Young Master Wubei stood three feet above the Wu River. The dusk was falling, but his expression was confused for a while.
So that sword finally penetrated everything that was broken in the world.
With countless bloody sword lights, it came towards Young Master Wubei on the Wu River.
When the sword approached him, the witch robe was cut to pieces by the cold sword wind and fell behind him.
Young Master Wubei's eyes finally cleared up.
The Wu Jue in his hand, which was about to loosen due to the trance, was once again extremely straight.
"This one should also be broken into pieces."
Young Master Wubei looked at the bloody Zhang Xiaoyu in front of him and said softly.
As a result, Zhang Xiaoyu's Dao sword, which had touched the center of Young Master Wubei's eyebrows, suddenly shattered inch by inch.
Just like everything in the broken world.
Although Zhang Xiaoyu was horrified by the break of the sword, he did not retreat. Dao charm circulated all over his body, and countless golden Dao texts emerged under his white clothes.
Then comes the most classic.
A Taoist with fluttering robes.
He clenched his hands covered with Dao inscriptions and swung them towards Young Master Wubei's head.
"桡" is a very powerful word.
And indeed it is.
Just like the devout materialist Taoist great demon Qingxiang punches a spiritual wizard.
Zhang Xiaoyu's fist was like a sword thrust out quickly in the dusk, carrying the sound of wind.
Also with a burning flame.
If Young Master Wubei can resist this punch, then Northern Wu Dao will be more inclined to Taoism.
But in fact, Northern Wizardry is just more inclined to Taoism in terms of willingness.
Essentially.
They are still practitioners of the shaman and ghost path with weak bodies.
So when Young Master Wubei's punch came with the sound of hunting wind, the witchcraft in his hand changed.
Ghost magic·Night travel.
As a method of walking in the underworld, it is far less famous in the world than the ghost art of traveling.
But this is also an extremely weird walking technique.
Young Master Wubei's whole body instantly became empty.
That punch passed directly through Young Master Wubei's body.
Zhang Xiaoyu's expression changed.
Young Master Wubei was still standing in front of him, and then he took a step forward, almost touching Zhang Xiaoyu's body.
The internal witchcraft river in the body suddenly surged, and the mighty witchcraft power spread out like a ring.
Zhang Xiaoyu only had time to circulate the Dao Wen around him for a moment.
Then he was heavily pushed back by Young Master Wubei's mighty witch-ghost power, and fell far away, coughing blood.
At this time, Zhang Xiaoyu's face was probably paler than his white clothes that were stained with blood.
Zhang Xiaoyu raised his head while coughing blood.
Young Master Wubei didn't look at him, but looked up at the sky.
The River Styx flowing above the sky began to grow mighty.
The world is about to return to normal.
It won't take long for the Styx River to completely submerge this human twilight.
Young Master Wubei lowered his head, his face was also extremely pale, and his long hair was flying in the dusk. He covered his lips and coughed for a long time. He looked at Zhang Xiaoyu who was pushed far away by the Wu River in his body, and said calmly: "In an instant, the Styx River We are about to return, can you do it again?"
Zhang Xiaoyu sat there holding the peach branch with only a section left, lowered his head for a long time, and then said softly: "Yes."
Young Master Wubei smiled softly and said, "Senior Brother is indeed amazing."
He was no longer able to fight anymore and could only maintain the Styx River in its place.
However, Zhang Xiaoyu still had the strength to fight.
Therefore, Young Master Wubei's words of "Senior Brother" were extremely sincere.
Zhang Xiaoyu kept coughing up blood, sighed softly, looked down at his arms, put his hand in, and said softly: "Originally, this sword was not given to you, but... "
Zhang Xiaoyu did not continue.
In the damaged human world, the twilight is dim.
Young Master Wubei didn't ask, he just stood on the three-foot Wu River and looked at Zhang Xiaoyu quietly, just as Zhang Xiaoyu said at the beginning.
Young Master Wubei said softly: "Please."
Zhang Xiaoyu took out a red ball from his arms.
.......
Hu Lu sat silently on the tomb mountain, looking at the twilight in the Jianzong garden under the night.
Chen Huaifeng was beside him, looking there calmly.
After the twilight was extremely brilliant in the night, it gradually fell into darkness.
Those lights seem to have dimmed a lot.
A piece of residual clouds looks like gold.
Hu Lu watched silently, not knowing what would happen there, so he turned his head and looked at Chen Huaifeng quietly.
"Do you really want to watch Senior Brother Xiaoyu die like this?"
Chen Huaifeng didn't speak, he just looked at the dusk and then towards the world.
As if waiting for something.
I don't know how long it took.
Hu Lu stood up, held the sword and turned around to leave.
Chen Huaifeng's voice sounded from behind him at this moment.
"You have to learn to be patient and read some stories."
Hu Lu turned around and looked at Chen Huaifeng quietly. The latter's hand that had been stretched out in his arms was constantly groping, and then stopped when he touched something square.
"Those who leave the game in the middle of playing cards will naturally never win back." Chen Huaifeng turned to look at Hu Lu and said softly, "This is called the gambler's mentality."
Hu Lu stared blankly at Chen Huaifeng, who took out something from his arms.
It's a red hit.
Hu Lu thought for a long time before remembering that when Chen Huaifeng came out of the Sword Sect, he took it from the card table of his senior brothers because he didn't have a sword.
Chen Huaifeng threw the red card to Hu Lu.
"What do you mean, senior brother?"
Hu Lu took the Hongzhong and looked at Chen Huaifeng with a blank expression.
"Your senior brother Xiaoyu should win."
Hu Lu looked at Hongzhong who was entangled with sword intent at some point.
Finally understood something.
Of course no one can lose forever.
Unless he is the best card player in the world.
Zhang Xiaoyu is naturally superb in Taoism and swordsmanship.
The poker skills are equally superb.
Hu Lu held Hongzhong, whose sword intent was getting stronger and stronger, feeling some kind of calling from the world, and looked towards the Jianzong Garden.
Yes, senior brother has listened to the cards.
It's time to fire up the gun yourself.
Hu Lu held the Hongzhong in his hand and threw it towards the night Nanyi City.
It's like sitting at the card table and throwing the red card into the pile.
The sword style is flourishing in the world.
Among those brightly lit human streets.
Countless red stars suddenly rose into the sky with sword intent all over the sky.
There was an uproar in the world.
The entire Nanyi City took to the streets, staring blankly at the Hongzhongs who were still in their hands just now.
The red sky seemed to turn into countless long swords with powerful sword intent at this moment, and they continued to move towards the night.
Zhang Xiaoyu has never won.
So people are often happy to play cards with him.
Therefore, he has touched the four reds in every mahjong set in Nanyi City.
So as the cards come, so does the sword.
On this day, Zhang Xiaoyu may once again enter the realm of the human world.
