Hu Lu looked at Zhang Xiaoyu in silence for a long time, and then asked softly: "Then what should I think about?"
Zhang Xiaoyu turned back, looked at the wind and snow in the world, and said calmly: "Don't think about anything. This is not a story you should be involved in."
Hu Lu looked at Zhang Xiaoyu's twilight back for a long time, then turned around and headed towards the city.
Zhang Xiaoyu didn't pay attention to Hu Lu's coming and going, he just stood in the wind and snow with his sword on his back, looking at the world calmly.
"Can you still draw your sword?"
Mr. Ming asked from the side.
The sword intent around Zhang Xiaoyu was constantly rising.
Just like what he said at the streamside, his sword intention has not truly reached the Cliff Lord realm yet because his sword has not returned yet.
Naturally, a sword cultivator must have a sword in his hand to be considered at the top.
So when that sword returned from the years, the sword intent that had been silent in various card halls in Nanyi City became restless again, cutting through the wind and snow in half the city, and came towards Zhang Xiaoyu.
Zhang Xiaoyu, who was entwined with sword intent and Taoist charm, just stood there calmly.
"I have no idea."
Mr. Ming lowered his head and looked at the figure chasing away in the river after the snowstorm under the city.
"So you are now a member of Shanheguan, or a member of Jianzong."
Zhang Xiaoyu, who had always been very calm, fell silent after hearing these words, and turned to look at the sword named Shanhe behind him.
Maybe he was looking at the blood on the sword.
Maybe he was looking at the color of snow on the sword.
"I can still have a sword and be a disciple of the Sword Sect."
Mr. Ming looked at Zhang Xiaoyu with a complicated expression.
"What happens after the sword strike?"
Zhang Xiaoyu turned around, with a smile on his face. He didn't know why. The smile was very bright, like a large lake illuminated by dusk.
The big lake should be watery.
"After one sword strike." Zhang Xiaoyu smiled softly and looked at Feng Xue. "Sir, you can tell the world that I am a man of mountains and rivers."
Mr. Ming suddenly opened his eyes wide, perhaps finally understanding a lot from Zhang Xiaoyu's words and the light in his eyes, and looked at Zhang Xiaoyu in great shock.
He stared blankly like this for a long time.
Mr. Ming sighed and said, "It is a pity for a genius like you to destroy your reputation."
Zhang Xiaoyu raised his hand and held the sword behind him, looking up at the dusk on the horizon.
Maybe he was remembering a bridge in Nanyi City at dusk a few days ago.
There was a young man sitting on the guardrail holding an umbrella and talking to him about many things.
Such as pain, such as love.
"What's not a pity?" Zhang Xiaoyu chuckled softly, then fell silent, lowered his head, and looked at the river.
"I lost a junior brother."
The wind and snow in the world seemed to have stopped for a breath.
But that was not caused by the sword intent that kept gathering towards Zhang Xiaoyu.
But outside the city.
Those boats on the Styx, together with hundreds of thousands of human troops, passed through the wind and snow, saw the wall under the dusk, and began an extremely vast charge, disturbing the atmosphere of the world.
Zhang Xiaoyu withdrew his gaze and calmly looked outside Nanyi City.
Countless soldiers and sword cultivators at the top of the city looked solemn, ready to attack at any time.
Under Mr. Ming's incomprehensible gaze, Zhang Xiaoyu pulled out the Shanhe Sword behind him.
"I have a sword."
Zhang Xiaoyu said softly.
"From the human world."
It's called mountains and rivers.
Also called Hongzhong.
The blood from Nan Dao's heart fell into the red in the middle of the sword hilt.
Then the whole city came with sword intent.
The man followed the sword and fell into the wind and snow.
...
My white clothes are clean.
It makes me feel guilty.
Junior brother.
...
This April snow brought by a boy is far colder than the late autumn and winter.
Lu Xiaoxiao, carrying his sword on his back, silently swam away in the river where the ice had condensed on the edge.
The coldness invaded from the wound on her abdomen and spread to her entire body, making her feel a little dazed.
Maybe it wasn't the chill.
But there are many sword intentions left in the wind and snow.
Of course the sword intention is cold.
No matter how passionately the sword is held, no matter how green the sword blades are burning while traveling at high speed.
The sword's will is always cold.
Because its complete name should come from the meaning of killing on the sword.
Killing is a very cold and cruel thing.
Such things, no matter what, are not going to be scorching hot.
In such coldness, Lu Xiaoxiao had no choice but to take off his sword, hold it in his hand, light the sword fire, raise it above his head, and chase the young man who drifted away.
The boy drifted away at a speed far beyond her imagination.
It was like there was something in the remaining snow that was accelerating his departure from the world.
Lu Xiaoxiao was already chasing after him hard, but the black umbrella floating in the river was still widening the distance.
Maybe he really is dead.
Who among the young men in this world can survive Zhang Xiaoyu’s sword?
Lu Xiaoxiao thought sadly, so her speed unconsciously slowed down.
However, those icy chills coming from the abdomen continued to sting.
Lu Xiaoxiao woke up from that pessimistic trance. No matter what, she would always bring the boy ashore. Even if he was really dead, she would have to take a look before she would give up.
Lu Xiaoxiao held up his sword in silence in the river.
Driving the little vitality left in the divine sea, he accelerated forward.
Until the river was silent and the stream dried up, the first green Tao fruit that should have formed after the flowers withered quickly withered.
Of course Lu Xiaoxiao knew what this meant.
She had to start all over again before she could cross the entrance door.
Perhaps for people like Zhang Xiaoyu and Nan Dao, the formation of Taoist results is a very simple and short process.
But for Lu Xiaoxiao, this is not the case.
Her talent is mediocre and her energy absorption speed is quite slow.
From the moment the flower blooms until it slowly withers away, the hard-won little bulge is revealed from the stamen.
It took her ten years.
The flowers of Lu Xiaoxiao's own youth have withered, but the flower of the divine sea has not yet faded.
Lu Xiaoxiao walked forward silently.
The small unformed Tao Fruit in the Divine Sea was constantly withering, and then turned into a shriveled dead seed, and then fell off, leaving only an ugly and painful scar on the branch.
Lu Xiaoxiao felt that he could even hear the sound of everything shrinking.
But there was nothing.
Just some sad delusions.
So Lu Xiaoxiao stopped thinking about it and quickly swam across the condensing river, chasing the black umbrella.
The distance between the two finally began to slowly close.
At this time, Lu Xiaoxiao didn't care whether he would be seen by the sword sect brother with blood on his sword above the city.
The sword fire on the long sword in his hand faded away, and then he clenched the sword with both hands. Surrounded by the sword wind, he quickly crossed the river and approached the South Island.
Let them see it when they see it.
Lu Xiaoxiao thought calmly.
I've given a lot.
Naturally, we want to see the results of everything.
However, the next moment, the entire river was suddenly surrounded by the power of countless Styxes.
A boat broke through the wind and snow on the river and stopped in front of the young man.
Then more boats came from behind, ignoring the small sword cultivator in the river. Countless people from the Styx stood on the bow of the boat, heading towards Nanyi City with a look of hatred.
The wind and snow in the world were instantly cut off by thousands of boats passing by.
Lu Xiaoxiao clenched his sword tightly and stopped hastily in the river. Thousands of boats, like flying shuttles, passed quickly across, and their small figures floated on the river, like a speck of dust.
"What a wandering boy."
When Lu Xiaoxiao heard this voice, he suddenly turned around. On the boat that stopped first, there was a man in ancient clothes who bent down at the head of the boat. He raised his hand and grabbed the young man's collar, pulling him away. Lifted up from the river.
The young man's face was pale and lifeless, and the clothes around his heart were bloody.
Only the umbrella was still held tightly in his hand.
Lu Xiaoxiao didn't know why he suddenly regained his courage. He held his sword and stabbed out from the wind and snow in the river.
"Let him go!"
The man held Nan Dao in one hand and looked calmly at the extremely weak sword that came through the wind and snow.
Not even moving.
Just the wind blowing by the power of the Styx around him blew the little Lingnan sword cultivator and his sword into the river.
"Northern Taoist Cultivator." The man stood at the bow of the boat, looking at Lu Xiaoxiao who fell into the river again. He held the sword awkwardly and took several sips of water. However, he struggled to stabilize his body again and stabbed Lu Xiaoxiao with the sword again.
"Of course they all deserve to die."
The voice was very calm, and there seemed to be anger and hatred in it that could not be erased even after thousands of years.
So he raised his hand, and the power of the Styx rolled around, and the little sword cultivator holding the sword was shot away again.
"It's you who destroyed Daze's faith!"
The man's voice was extremely cold in the wind and snow, like a raging wind and snow, and then it calmed down, and he quietly held the young man's collar.
"I am the Great Chu Ling Yin, and I shall take back everything that once belonged to us."
The power of the Styx surged across the river. Lu Xiaoxiao, who fell into the river again, could no longer stand up in the cold atmosphere. He could only hold the sword in his hand with difficulty and drifted up and down with the river. With.
The ancient Chu Ling Yin, Zi Lan, who has now transformed into a member of the Ghost Tribe of Witches, Ghosts, Gods and Gods, stood calmly at the head of the boat, ignoring Lu Xiaoxiao who was gradually suffocating in the river under the power of the Styx, and looked down at the hand in his hand. That boy.
The young man was held up by the skirt of his clothes, his limbs hanging down. The two swords behind him were also silent. All the sword intent was gone, it was just the sword.
Only the umbrella in the young man's hand was still held tightly.
Like an extremely mysterious barrier.
Holding it, it disappeared between heaven and earth.
Zilan looked calmly at the umbrella in the young man's hand.
When the Wuguishen Sect was destroyed, the Northern Avenue was still dominated by Taoist sects.
Naturally, he has never seen an existence like Jianyi that only shined in the hands of Mojianya after a thousand years.
But he could see that there was something extremely sharp on the umbrella.
An idea.
The thought that made his eyes sting, made his heart tremble, and filled his soul with fear.
Then he thought of the human world when everything appeared in the green mountains of Daze, but was cut off by the wind, snow and sword light.
"It turns out it came from you."
There was some fear in Zilan's eyes, but more of it was anger.
This sudden storm of sword intent wiped out many of the Styx Ghost Armors he had brought from the depths of the swamp.
It also forced them to stop silently in the green mountains, allowing the hatred that had been accumulated for thousands of years to continue to surge.
"You deserve to die too." Zi Lan said in a cold voice.
Then the hand holding the young man's clothes began to tighten, and the power of Styx spread towards the young man's limbs.
However, just when the power of the Styx surged towards the young man's divine sea and heart.
Sudden changes occur.
The black scabbard carried on the young man's back had a Taoist inscription on it that suddenly exuded Taoist rhyme.
The two scrawled words that had been ignored all this time came out of the scabbard, shook off the power of the Styx, and kept changing.
Then he slowly changed from a soldier to a walking horse.
There is a way in the world, but it is like dung.
Then the Peach Blossom Sword was forced out of the scabbard and fell into the river. In the empty scabbard, an illusory Taoist sword suddenly appeared.
There are two words faintly written on the blade of the sword.
There is a way.
The name of the sword is right.
Then the Taoist sword was unsheathed, with countless Taoist inscriptions surrounding the sword, and it suddenly stabbed Zi Lan standing at the head of the boat.
The power of the Styx in the river was suddenly dispersed by Daoyun. Although Zilan was shocked by this turn of events, she regrouped the power of the Styx, and then grabbed the incoming sword.
The wind and snow without the sword light are naturally just the wind and snow in the world.
So the wind and snow on the river were completely swept away by the two forces. Up and down the river, everything was destroyed.
The blood of the Styx was constantly flowing in Zilan's hands, but her eyes were full of pain and hatred as she looked at the two words on the sword, and spat out three words in an extremely cold voice.
"Hangu Temple!"
There is a horse sheath and a sword.
It can be named after the Taoist text in Qingniu Five Thousand Words.
Naturally, it can only come from Hangu Temple, the place where the great road arose that has long since disappeared from the human world.
Zilan had emotions and hatred, but Daojian did not. It was just that Daoyun continued to spread, trying to pass through Zilan's hand and pierce into his long-dead body.
However, after all, the tail of the Styx River is outside Nanyi City.
So the power of countless Styxes came towards Zilan, suppressing the Dao Yun, and the Dao sword was broken inch by inch, turned into Dao inscriptions and fell back onto the scabbard.
Everything returned to its original appearance again, except for the Styx blood dripping from Zilan's hand.
"Hangu Guan, you should..."
Before Zi Lan could say the word "die", something hit her on the head.
Lu Xiaoxiao, who was extremely weak, climbed over the wind and snow while Zilan was entangled with the Dao sword, climbed onto the bow of the boat, and slashed at Zilan's head with the sword.
It's a pity that a small swordsman can't break through the power of the Styx.
Before Zilan could take action, Lu Xiaoxiao was knocked away and fell onto the boat.
"Death."
Zilan said the remaining words, then raised her hand, and Lu Xiaowei, who was constantly vomiting blood, was swept over by the power of the Styx.
Facing such a picture, this little woman who liked to beat Wu Dalong violently and eat steamed buns also laughed and looked at the bloody boy on Zilan's other hand.
"Who would have thought that the story would really go like this? Junior brother, I have worked so hard to save you, so I should be able to call you junior brother. What a pity!"
It's a pity that Lu Xiaoxiao is just Lu Xiaoxiao.
It’s not some earthly overhaul.
Just a little clumsy Lingnan sword cultivator.
Lu Xiaoxiao looked at the power of the Styx that was constantly attacking around him, sighed and closed his eyes.
Maybe there is no hope for Lingnan.
Lu Xiaoxiao thought with regret.
However, the power of the Styx around him slowly dissipated.
what happened?
Lu Xiaoxiao opened his eyes.
In the snowy twilight.
A sword light came through the wind and snow.
Lu Xiaoxiao looked silently at the countless sword intentions coming from Nanyi City.
I wonder if you people in the Human Sword Sect are all so entangled in doing things?
Lu Xiaoxiao and Nan Dao were released at the same time and fell into the river.
And that sword light, carrying countless human sword intentions, passed through the wind and snow with great force, and also passed through thousands of people heading towards Nanyi City, and landed on the boat.
Countless wind and snow were broken away.
From the head of Nanyi City to the boat, a rather wide vacuum zone appeared.
Lu Xiaoxiao struggled to float up from the river, dragging Nan Dao with one hand and heading towards Nanyi City.
As for what would happen to Zhang Xiaoyu who came from behind with a sword from the top of the city, that was not something Lu Xiaoxiao could think about.
She is just a small Lingnan sword cultivator.
Countless boats ahead were still heading towards Nanyi City, and no one noticed these two people in the river.
Lu Xiaoxiao clung to the stern of a boat going against the current, looked down at Nan Dao, who was being dragged by him, and then looked at the umbrella in his hand. He didn't know what this umbrella was, even if the sword fell. , the umbrella has not been released.
As the boat sailed away in silence, Lu Xiaoxiao finally looked back behind him.
The sword, wrapped in countless winds, snow and sword intent, stopped in front of the boat.
Zhang Xiaoyu was dressed in white clothes and was spotless. He kept hunting in the sword wind. The long sword in his hand was filled with green fire. In front of him, there were countless pieces of the power of the Styx that were chopped into pieces.
Zhang Xiaoyu calmly held his sword and moved forward inch by inch without looking back, as if he couldn't see those two little people.
Countless sword intentions were constantly clashing with the power of the Styx, and the power of the sword was being rapidly consumed. On that section of the Nanyi River, even the sound of the wind was extinguished.
This sword naturally has nothing to do with Nan Dao or Lu Xiaoxiao.
The swords of the Human Sword Sect naturally come for Nanyi City.
Lu Xiaoxiao stared in silence for a long time, and when he was about to turn around, he found that behind Zhang Xiaoyu, on the long river that was clean and clear of wind and snow, another man in white suddenly appeared.
Prime minister.
Although the dean of Xuanxuyuan, who has lived for a thousand years, has fallen in state, his strength is still extremely powerful. However, he ignored the sword intent that cut off everything, appeared on the side of the long river, and then raised his hand and stretched into the river. , fished out a sword, then flashed, appeared in front of Lu Xiaoxiao, and threw the sword to Lu Xiaoxiao.
"Dean..."
Lu Xiaoxiao naturally recognized the prime minister.
The prime minister didn't say anything. He looked at Nandao, who was being dragged in Lu Xiaoxiao's hands, and said calmly: "I want to borrow something."
"What?"
The Prime Minister did not answer, but the scabbard fell off from behind Nan Dao and fell into the Prime Minister's hands.
Only then did Lu Xiaoxiao remember that although Prime Minister Qing was a great monster in the world and a man of great talent, he was actually a serious Taoist cultivator.
For people from the Taoist sect, it is naturally most appropriate to use a Taoist sword.
What's more, Qingniu Five Thousand Words has been kept in Xuanshuyuan for a thousand years.
So the scabbard fell into the hands of the prime minister.
Then countless Tao rhymes spread.
The word "Zoo Ma" fell off, and in the wind and snow, it evolved again into the word "Rong Ma".
What is a military force?
Of course it is.
"There is no way in the world, and armies and horses are born in the suburbs."
The prime minister said calmly.
Thousands of Dao rhymes once again spread from the scabbard to the entire long river. Some Dao texts fell off and fell into Lu Xiaoxiao's hands. Then Lu Xiaoxiao was carried by the Dao wind, crossed countless boats, and quickly headed towards Nan Yi. Go to the city.
The prime minister looked down the river and pulled out a sword from the empty scabbard.
The name of the sword is Wudao.
The Wu Dao sword has a more chaotic and majestic aura.
