Yao Ji stood quietly on the roof of a high-rise building in the night, quietly watching the battle in a street somewhere in the world, and then said slowly: "I underestimated this Taoist."
Liu Sanyue stood aside quietly and said calmly: "To be able to enter the avenue at such a young age in a place like Huangliang where the power of the Styx is so strong cannot be underestimated."
Yao Ji turned back and looked at this Taoist who was also extremely talented. She smiled softly and said, "In the eyes of that northern sword cultivator, killing you is the same price as killing him."
Liu Sanyue said calmly: "What does the goddess want to say?"
Yao Ji looked at the indifferent Liu Sanyue for a long time, stopped her smile, turned back and said, "If you hadn't experienced those things, how would you compare to him?"
Liu Sanyue said calmly: "I don't know. I am a member of the Huaidu Military Department and a human being. It is meaningless to talk about Taoism. What's more, I don't bully the young in the world. Before the age of twenty-five, unless you are really He wants to be like Bai Fengyu back then, and can’t wait for the world to hear his name. People in the world generally don’t move too fast - we cherish our time in the world."
Yao Ji said calmly: "So that's it."
The two said nothing more.
No one cares about the iron ropes that shine coldly in the night.
...
Qi Jingyuan sat on the snowy street, quietly watching the snowflakes falling towards the world.
This kind of waiting is very monotonous and boring.
But as Han Chan said, the world of spiritual practice is an extremely boring world.
And Qi Jingyuan, who practices the art of sword movement, is probably more able to endure such boredom.
When I was in Cong Ran, I looked at that sword abyss day after day, year after year.
In the sword abyss, there are naturally things that have nothing to do with the power of the sword.
But there, all the sword intentions in the world will be suppressed.
So the sword wielder came, lost his sword spirit there, and picked up other things.
potential.
Back then, when Mo Jian Cliff was red and rosy, she was lured to the side of the Jian Abyss by Guan Zhu Han. She couldn't control it with her sword intention, but she still used the method of sword power.
Those who use swords naturally possess power.
It's a pity that Hong Jinshan is not a swordsman after all. Perhaps because there was a senior brother on the cliff who could cut the cliff with one sword, she also practiced some swordsmanship, but she didn't reach the top level after all.
Finally died at the hands of Zhu Han.
In this aspect, Qi Jingyuan probably faced Hong Jinshan, the twin sister who was once in red, and both had some pride of their own.
In the way of cultivation, he is naturally far inferior to the man on the cliff.
It's just that the ruler is shorter and the inch is longer.
Li Er's swordsmanship may not be as good as even the disciples of the Human Sword Sect, but that does not prevent him from becoming the only saint in the world of that generation.
Qi Jingyuan looked at the sword in front of him quietly.
The sword is stuck in the snow.
So does myself.
The legs were slightly loosened, as if sitting on the street, and then dug deeply into the snow.
Then someone walked over in the snow.
The thirty-one-year-old sword cultivator from the north stopped not far away with a slight smile.
"Sir, did you come so early?"
Qi Jingyuan raised his head and glanced at the deep night, and then said slowly: "Aren't you the same?"
Han Chan held the sword in his arms and continued walking towards the long street, saying, "After all, the gentlemen are here, it's hard not to have the students."
Qi Jingyuan lowered his head, looked at the cold cicadas coming slowly not far away, and said softly: "Now that you have walked in, sir, you are no longer a sir."
"I know."
Han Chan said softly.
"It's just that if you stop here with 20,000 yuan in your arms, people will laugh at you if you tell me."
Qi Jingyuan listened to the footsteps and said softly: "After the killer received the money, does he have to kill the person?"
Han Chan stopped and stood ten feet away from the long street. He raised his eyebrows and looked at Qi Jingyuan and said, "What do you mean, sir?"
Qi Jingyuan said slowly: "There are always stories like this in human stories. The killer accepted the reward and went to assassinate the protagonist. Then he was moved by the protagonist's righteousness and switched sides, achieving a reputation for benevolence and righteousness."
Han Chan smiled and said: "That means he is not a real killer. Killers do not need benevolence and righteousness. Benevolence and righteousness are a false name. We only need to love money. What's more, the righteousness of the world has not moved me yet. And Mr. I said it myself, it’s a storybook, not a biography.”
"You actually know very well what such a story is for, don't you?"
"Of course." Han Chan said calmly, "For example, I know that my senior brother is not a good person. For example, I know that this southern ghost story came from the instigation of a mysterious organization in the north. My senior brother is one of them. They awaken the gods. Ghost, instigating the demon clan, and even instigating the relationship between the three swords."
"The information about Liuyun Sword Sect is very extensive. I know far more than you know."
"But sir, not everyone wants to go against the general trend."
"I just love money, and the world just needs people like us. When it comes to playing the emotional card, sir, you should talk to me in the courtyard, not here."
Qi Jingyuan was silent for a long time, and then said slowly: "So this means we are different and do not work together?"
Han Chan said softly: "We in the Sword Sect have always been reasonable. If you can beat me in your argument, sir, you may not be able to make plans."
Neither of them said anything else.
Then the sound of stepping on the snow sounded in the streets again.
That kind of sound is very crisp.
Like repeatedly sheathing and drawing out a sword.
When the sword cultivator from the north stepped into this long street with his left foot.
The lanterns hanging under the street eaves swayed slightly.
Then the two sword cultivators disappeared from the world.
There seemed to be a cold light passing by occasionally in the wind and snow, and then it quickly fell silent.
But in the snow on the ground, sword marks kept falling.
After a long time, amidst the long sound of swords, the two figures appeared in the center of Fengxue Street.
The two people were staggered, standing sideways. Qi Jingyuan held the sword in both hands, in a diagonal slashing posture, while Han Chan held the sword in his hand upward, in a drawing movement.
The two swords collided with each other, sliding loudly from the sword grid to the end of the sword, and then hurriedly separated.
The sword intent and sword force fell towards the wind and snow, each moving several feet away, and then dispersed in the wind and snow in a measured manner.
The Liuyun Sword Sect cultivates the way of sword intention, but the sword never leaves the hand, and the core of the ancient flow of swords still remains.
The way of sword power is also the sword in the hand.
Although the fight between the two did not stir up trouble, it was still quite dangerous.
Neither Han Chan's sword nor Qi Jingyuan's sword had ever touched the opponent's body.
It's just that the sword intention and force that came with the sword all went away beyond the sword. This is also the origin of the sword marks in the snow on the long street.
Han Chan quietly looked at Qi Jingyuan who was walking backwards through the snow, and said softly: "Sir's sword seems to have insufficient power."
Qi Jingyuan calmly sheathed his sword, stood under the snow-lighting lantern, and said lightly: "Come again."
After the words fell, the sword was sheathed and drawn out again.
However, the momentum has also increased a lot again.
Han Chan's eyes lit up and she said with some joy: "So that's it."
Qi Jingyuan returned his sword to its scabbard, but Han Chan naturally didn't need to do this.
The cultivation of sword intention from the north, the vitality in the divine sea surged, more sword intention fell into the wind and snow, and there was a faint intention of forming a sword kingdom.
Qi Jingyuan came with a sword.
Han Chan retreated and stepped on the snow, disappearing.
When he reappeared, the world was swaying with wind and snow, like a curtain, cut off in the long street.
Qi Jingyuan's sword thrust missed.
There were cicadas chirping mournfully in the wind and snow, and the figure of the cicada appeared behind Qi Jingyuan with a solemn expression, and a sword hit his heart.
Qi Jingyuan turned and stabbed back, then quickly twisted his body, and the two swords intersected again. The sword of Han Chan fell towards the academy gentleman with the wind and snow with its awe-inspiring sword intent.
Qi Jingyuan looked solemn.
The cultivation of the sword's intention is still weak in body, and the same is true of the cultivation of the sword's power.
He opened the Han Cicada Sword with one sword, and then sheathed the sword. The sword force came out of the sheath, but it blocked the sword intent with wind and snow.
"Drawing out a sword is a sign of strength, and sheathing a sword is also a sign of strength. The students have learned the lesson."
Seeing that the sword intent that had left the sword was completely destroyed by the force of the sword, Han Chan's eyes were naturally a little surprised.
Qi Jingyuan didn't say anything, he just sheathed his sword and then drew it out, making the sword a little stronger.
At this point, the originally weak sword power finally began to stir the wind and snow.
The power of the sword is invisible. You can know its color when you see the wind and snow swaying.
Qi Jingyuan, who stood in the wind and snow, was no longer close to him.
Holding a sword and walking through the snow in the night, the power of the sword was already far away from the long sword.
Han Chan let go of the long sword in his hand, grabbed the sword secret, turned into cold light, and shuttled through the wind and snow.
About the moment he stepped into the Liuyun Sword Sect, he never thought that a sword cultivator from the Liuyun Sword Sect would one day fight with his long sword away from his hand.
It's just that after Qi Jingyuan drew his sword three times, the sword power around him was already extremely powerful, so Han Chan naturally needed to treat him with dignity.
Although Liuyun Sword Sect is most famous for Yeyu Yijian, which is based on the retro Liuken Dao.
But naturally it doesn't mean that they don't know how to use the sword.
As a cultivator of the Four Levels of Daohai, Hanchan is naturally also a cultivator of swordsmanship in the human cliff master realm.
The long sword dragged the sword intent and cold light through the wind and snow together, and cut down across the wind and snow like an arm directed.
But in the way of sword intention, it is obvious that there is a huge difference between the Liuyun Sword Sect and the Human Sword Sect that inherited the Mojianya sword style.
They don't know Yun Poyue's sword style.
Even if it is driven by sword intention, it is still based on the style of holding the sword.
Just like in the long street of wind and snow, there is an invisible person coming out of the night rain with a sword.
So the night snow is miserable, and the night rain is ringing.
The cold light of the sword circled the street for several weeks, and then went away through the snow.
In front of Qi Jingyuan's sword, the sword clanged loudly in the wind and snow on the long street. Although the sword was blocked in front of him, the sword intention circulated and came out like a sword, directly between Qi Jingyuan's eyebrows.
Qi Jingyuan had no choice but to stop moving forward, holding the sword with both hands, slashing down the Han Cicada Sword with one strike, and then sheathed the sword again.
The sword is drawn out to attack, and the sword is sheathed to defend.
When the sword's intention and sword's strength met, it turned into a sword wind all over the street, blowing into the world.
However, those lanterns still swayed slightly under the snow eaves.
Even now, the sword fight is still quite measured.
Perhaps it was just like what Qin Zailai said back then in Qingtian Dao.
Everyone is within the range of Yi's bow.
Even though Huang Liang has been separated from Huaian by the goddess.
People still keep to themselves.
The sword was slashed into the wind and snow, but just when it was about to fall into the snow, it disappeared from the world.
Qi Jingyuan was about to draw his sword, but found that the figure of Han Chan, who was standing in the long street using the sword technique to control the sword, had disappeared.
Then everything in front of him turned into a night rain.
Night rain and ringing.
Han Chan finally used this sword.
Qi Jingyuan stood up and held his sword in the night rain, but he seemed to hear a rather detailed and complicated sound.
It was like someone was sitting somewhere under the raindrops, quietly sharpening his sword.
The next moment, there was a cold light in front of him.
Qi Jingyuan's sword was only three inches away, but the force of the sword was broken blatantly.
The cold light was just in front of me and already behind me.
Ye Yu strikes with a sword.
There is only one sword.
Just like what the two young boys Han Chan and Jian Yuan said.
One sword and there is blood.
It is the aesthetics of Liuyun Sword Sect.
So this sword was indeed bloody.
A little red light appeared between Qi Jingyuan's eyebrows.
Then it turned into a long blood line.
Han Chan's figure appeared in front of Qi Jingyuan, pulled out the sword from the middle-aged Jian Yuan cultivator's brow, and then stretched out his hand to push back the sword that was three inches out.
Looking down at the snow on the ground, it is also the color of blood.
"Sir, your sword power is incredible."
Qi Jingyuan drew his sword many times, and the power of the sword became stronger and stronger. Hanchan naturally would not drag it on any longer.
Supplemented by the sword intention, Ye Yu's sword came quietly.
Han Chan raised his sword and turned towards Minghefang.
After just two steps, Han Chan stopped.
The snowy eyes were full of surprise.
The sound of slowly drawing a sword sounded again behind him.
Turning back, Han Chan was stunned.
Qi Jingyuan, who was in his forties, stood quietly in the wind and snow with blood on his eyebrows. A younger Qi Jingyuan stood in front of him, took the sword, and slowly drew it.
The streets are full of swords.
The power of the sword naturally lies in the person, not the sword.
Coming out of the shell is also unsheathing.
Jian Yuan.
Death Sword Technique.
.......
Liu Chunfeng fell into the River Styx again.
But this time, there was a black-robed swordsman in front of him with a sword in hand.
"It seems that he really gave you ten thousand yuan."
Liu Chunfeng's Taoist charm reappeared, he stood on the River Styx and spoke slowly.
Ye Hanzhong said calmly: "He can't do this alone. As a senior brother, there is nothing wrong with coming to help him."
Liu Chunfeng squinted at Ye Hanzhong, who was standing in the dusk snow on Cangshan Mountain in the distance, holding a sword, and said softly: "Are you helping your junior brother, or are you helping Yao Ji?"
Ye Hanzhong said calmly: "It's all."
Or maybe neither.
It just wants to make this yellow beam wind and rain even more chaotic.
The whole river was filled with the sound of singing.
The witchcraft is naturally low-pitched and quiet.
However, falling into such a kingdom of the underworld, those finely gathered voices turned into countless long chants.
After Ye Hanzhong arrived, the witchcraft brought by those who were witches and ghosts this time was even more powerful.
The natural lethality of a wizard with someone in the front row is different from that of a wizard with no one in the front row.
Ghost magic was detained, and witchcraft was abandoned.
Everyone chose to chant the more lengthy and cumbersome art of witchcraft and ghosts.
It's like reaching the sky, like covering a nest, like the kingdom of the Styx that is constantly superimposed.
Overlapping, countless Styx rivers go straight into the sky, like a place ascending to the sky.
The dusk snow on Cangshan Mountain is falling on the earth, and even Liu Chunfeng, who is dressed in Taoist charm, has a faint sense of weakness.
The dean of the Fake Capital Xuanxu Academy quietly watched the mighty ghost arts, and people from the Styx who had been summoned back from the Styx kept appearing around him.
A country of ghosts.
However, the thirty-year-old Taoist cultivator laughed softly.
Ye Hanzhong looked at him quietly and said, "Why are you laughing?"
Liu Chunfeng lowered his head and said softly: "I finally understand how remarkable it was that Nanyi City was able to defend it."
"These shamans and ghosts who returned in a hurry from outside Nanyi City can still shock Huangliang so much, so I am very curious, how much higher is a place like Huaian Huaian than Huangliang?"
Ye Hanzhong said calmly: "A lot."
Almost all of the 800,000 black-armored people, nearly 10,000 witches and ghosts, and the ghost tribes led by the ancient Chu Lingyin who had recovered from the Daze were lost outside the ancient city.
Although the less than 200,000 defenders who were transferred from Shanyue City were beaten to a pulp by the 300,000 green armors, they still showed extremely strong combat effectiveness when facing those black armors.
This is naturally the most critical place.
Then there were the eighty thousand sword cultivators from Lingnan and the disciples of the Human Sword Sect.
As Ye Hanzhong said, a lot.
Therefore, there is also a lot of difference between Ye Hanzhong and Liu Chunfeng.
But Liu Chunfeng didn't look too panicked.
Just standing in the Styx River, looking at Ye Hanzhong, and looking at the Wugui Dao people outside the Styx River, he said softly: "So, it is reasonable for me to call some helpers."
As Liu Chunfeng finished speaking.
In the wind and snow on earth, there seemed to be many sounds of swords falling towards this long street, passing through the kingdom of witchcraft and falling into the River Styx.
Ye Hanzhong was silent for a while, then moved forward with his sword in hand and said slowly: "Yes, Jian Yuan's people are here. This is something we didn't expect."
There are not many Huangliang sword practitioners, but there are some.
And these sword cultivators are often active in Cong Ran, on the side of the sword abyss.
The world often calls them the cultivators of Jian Yuan.
A sword force is breaking through the wind and snow, and the water of the Styx is slowly flowing backwards.
Ye Hanzhong didn't pay attention, he just held his sword and walked through the dusk snow on Cangshan Mountain towards the Taoist whose Taoist charm had entered his body.
"But it's in this storm that determines the direction of the story."
"It's between the two of us."
Before he finished speaking, a sword of cold light came suddenly.
Liu Chunfeng's body was filled with Taoist charm, and his clothes were full of Taoist inscriptions. He walked on the star marks, avoiding such a sword.
It's just that the sword light is always faster than the people of the Taoist sect in a short distance. Otherwise, the popularity of sword cultivation would not have forced the people of the Taoist sect to shorten the Taoist art.
Therefore, although Liu Chunfeng had already avoided it very quickly, the sword still fell in front of him.
Fortunately, a Taoist with Taoist charm in his body has really hard bones.
Liu Chunfeng saw that he could not avoid it, but he turned sideways with his arms crossed and took the sword forcefully.
Ye Hanzhong came through the dusk snow with a sword. Although he did not seal his throat with the sword, it still shook out all the Taoist charms of Liu Chunfeng, turning them into Taoist texts. The breath circulated around him in confusion, and then disappeared into the body again, stepping on the star marks. And go.
Ye Hanzhong continued to hold the sword and left.
Liu Chunfeng naturally knew that he was no match for Ye Hanzhong, so he had been avoiding him everywhere.
But after all, he had been struck by several swords, and his body was covered in blood, which fell like stains on his blue and white robes.
Liu Chunfeng's Taoist charm entered his body again. The Taoist script around his body had been damaged a lot, but he only wiped the blood on the corners of his lips. He calmly lowered his sleeves and stood not far away, looking at the Styx River that gradually revealed the color of the windy and snowy night. Tian Qiong said slowly: "It's not you and me, but four people."
Outside Minghefang, there is also a battle.
Ye Hanzhong was silent for a while and said calmly: "Yes."
So who is the person who walked into Minghefang.
That will really determine the direction of the story.
The world seemed to be silent for a brief moment.
Those countries on the Styx were finally cut open by the sword force from the outside world.
The wind and snow came in.
In the snowy night, someone appeared in Minghefang with a sword.
