On the mountains outside the town, a young boy was climbing.
But in another place, there were two people standing, one was Ting Feng Yin and the other was Gu Shanhong.
The two of them looked away from the young boy who was walking into the snow of Renjian Mountain, and then looked at the young boy in the town who was waiting quietly at the entrance of the courtyard.
"How long do you think they will fight?"
Gu Shanhong looked there with interest and asked Ting Feng Yin who was standing beside him.
Ting Fengyin said softly: "I don't know, it won't be long. Didn't he also order a hot pot?"
Gu Shanhong said: "But even if the hot pot has been cooked for too long, as long as the dishes are not served, you can actually keep adding water to keep it."
Tingfeng Yin was silent for a while and said, "Then the fight may indeed last longer."
Gu Shanhong didn't say anything else, and looked at the young boy who was going up the mountain again. The mountains were extremely high, so there was still a lot of snow left.
"Even if he can bring the snow from the mountains to the town below, can Nandao really use this man-made wind and snow to forcibly raise its realm?"
Gu Shanhong was naturally very puzzled by this matter.
Tingfeng Yin thought for a moment and said, "I don't know either. After all, it's not me who knows the Fine Snow Sword."
Gu Shanhong sighed: "We don't know anything, what are we here to see?"
Ting Fengyin said slowly: "It's normal not to know. The more you know, the more you don't know. It's the first time Lingnan has drawn a sword. Whether you know it or not, you have to come and take a look. "
"Will you intervene, senior brother?"
Gu Shanhong turned his head and looked at Ting Fengyin.
Neither of them had swords with them today.
But whether you carry a sword or not is not actually important to the cultivation of sword intent in the Xiaodao realm.
Lingnan is right here, so the sword can come whenever you want.
But obviously it won't come today.
Tingfeng Yin looked at the old sword cultivator who opened the courtyard door, and said softly: "He hasn't even taken action himself, how can we have the nerve to take action?"
"Will they kill him?"
"A deadly move requires emotional support. A swordsman who has not witnessed those things in Nanyi City will naturally not make a fatal move. But if he loses, he will probably have to suffer some pain."
The two of them said nothing more, standing in the wind that blew the world into the spring, looking at the town quietly.
...
The old swordsman looked at the umbrella tied with his hand for a while, but didn't say anything.
He just asked in a very indifferent tone with an old tone.
"are you ready?"
Nan Dao took a sip of wine, hung the wine bottle on his waist, and nodded.
I just remembered the previous things again, looked into the eyes of the old swordsman from the Sword Sect, bowed, and said: "But I hope seniors know that coming here today was decided the day before yesterday, not yesterday."
The old sword cultivator probably understood what this was. There was a slight smile on his old face but he didn't say anything.
"Outside of town or in town."
Nan Dao said calmly: "It's in the town."
Outside the town there is a way of playing outside the town, and within the town there is a way of playing within the town.
That kind of singing disappeared into the yard, and the woman came out, looked at Nan Dao calmly and said: "I know that I am not as good as human beings, but I know how to use the human world to restrain me."
Naturally, the realm of Xiaodao and the realm of enlightenment are not synonymous.
This woman naturally has this kind of arrogance.
Nan Dao just glanced at her and said slowly: "I just use this to restrain myself."
The woman in green frowned, probably thinking that this was a way of trying to save face.
He picked up the old sword repairman's sword and put it down again. He picked up a very ordinary sword from the side yard, held it in his hand and walked out of the yard.
Watching her actions, Nan Dao tightened his grip on the umbrella in his hand, but still said nothing.
The woman didn't stop on the street until she passed by Nan Dao, and said calmly: "I thought that the person who had the courage to assassinate the disciples of the Human Sword Sect in Nanyi City must at least look like a swordsman. "
The people in the town who were listening suddenly burst into an uproar.
Only then did they understand why such a thing happened suddenly in this small town.
That young man looked so honest, but he actually thought about killing Sword Sect disciples in the human world?
The people in the town looked at Nandao differently, with more fear.
Probably in the world's perception, anyone who dares to challenge the Sword Sect in the world is either a fool or a madman.
But for Nan Dao, it was not a provocation, just revenge.
And the same is true for what happened today.
"It doesn't matter to me whether you have some appearance of a sword cultivator or not." Nan Dao stood at the gate of the courtyard, looked at the woman and said slowly, "I just want to go all the way to the East China Sea, if you are willing to look down on me , I naturally have no objection, and I think this is a good thing.”
The woman in Tsing Yi looked back at Nan Dao and said nothing. She took out the sword and took it out of its sheath. She threw the scabbard beside the courtyard wall and walked towards the long street.
"Good spring day, don't delay it any longer. If you lose this battle, go eat your hot pot and go back to your Lingnan."
The woman in green stopped under the ancient archway in the town and looked back at the young man under the umbrella who was still parked at the entrance of the courtyard.
"I'm very busy."
Busy with singing, busy with singing.
This is nothing unusual.
It's probably like an old man basking in the sun and a middle-aged man busy making a living.
If there were no human sword sects, such sword cultivators might have had some other names, such as Sword Opera Maniac.
But then it disappeared.
The people of the Human Sword Sect probably all have this kind of virtue, even if the woman standing in the early spring breeze is not a serious disciple of the Sword Sect.
But after all, it also has the inheritance of the Human Sword Sect.
If she could say "After the game is over, I'm going to play cards," maybe it would be more like that.
Nan Dao picked up the wine bottle from his waist, took another sip, and said calmly: "Okay."
When the word "good" came out, the sword behind Nan Dao was also unsheathed.
He did not go out into the long street and exchange a few polite words.
There is probably no need for a sword cultivator in the Guanyu realm to put on such a posture in front of a sword cultivator in the Xiaodao realm.
So the peach blossom sword came out of its scabbard, and then Nan Dao let go of the wine bottle and let it fall down, dangling at his waist.
Before the people in the town saw the action clearly, the young man had already grasped the sword and struck the woman in the spring breeze at the end of the town.
The woman in green turned around calmly. Although Nan Dao's sword was very fast, she had to slow down when she entered the realm of sword repair and body protection.
The woman in green raised her sword and struck it with one strike. The sound of the sword was clear and crisp, but it caused a lot of water droplets to fall off the eaves, and they kept dripping on both sides of the long street.
The woman in Tsing Yi probably had no intention of taking things slow with Nan Dao. The moment the sword in her hand touched Nan Dao's sword, she felt the sword intent coming towards her.
Nan Dao was naturally unmatched by the sword intent in the Qinglian Realm. The moment those sword intent surged, he retreated, sheathed his sword and sunk his umbrella.
The sword intention fell on the umbrella, just like rain falling on a flat lake, causing countless ripples and the sound of the sword ringing loudly.
Nan Dao's left hand trembled slightly, but he still used the black umbrella to catch the sword intent.
The two men came into contact with each other for only a brief moment, but those who risked their heads being cut off by the cross-flowing sword intent on the street looked quite nervous.
Although this town at the foot of Lingnan Mountain has seen countless sword cultivators on a daily basis, after all, there were once 80,000 sword cultivators in Lingnan, and many of them were diverted here.
But there are very few people who take action to fight.
As for fighting at this level, it is even rarer.
Although the Guanyu Realm and the Xiaodao First Realm are not considered great swordsmanship in the human world, they are also rare in places like Lingnan.
What's more, this is a cross-border battle.
Naturally, Nan Dao also knew that he had no intention of connecting with the woman in green, and instead directly used the umbrella in his hand.
Although he practiced very quickly.
But corresponding.
His Sword Intent Realm and the speed of advancement are naturally not as good as those of the Cultivation Realm.
Thanks to the roots of heaven and earth that are far beyond the world, that is, those things that are embodied as vortexes of vitality, the divine sea in the South Island is very abundant.
Therefore, as long as the umbrella in his hand can withstand it, he can use the vitality of heaven and earth to resolve those attacks.
After this sword strike, the woman in green's expression became a little more solemn, looking at the umbrella in Nan Dao's hand.
At first, she always thought that this young man had some quirks that kept him with his umbrella all the time, but now it seemed that was not the case.
Even the human iron umbrella cannot withstand those sword intentions and will be cut off simply.
However, the sword intent of the Qinglian realm fell on the umbrella and was completely resolved.
"What kind of umbrella do you have?"
The tone of the woman in green changed for the first time, and she asked with a hint of surprise.
Nan Dao said very calmly: "An umbrella for windy and rainy weather."
What fell with the words was the sword in Nan Dao's hand. The Peach Blossom Sword left his hand, driven by the sword's will, and turned into a blue-black light, passing through the town and stabbing in front of the woman in green.
At the same time, the second sword behind him, Yiaozhou, was unsheathed, trailing the cold light, following the Peach Blossom Sword, and attacking the woman in green from another direction.
Listening to Nan Dao's perfunctory tone, the woman in green snorted coldly. Facing the two swords coming one after another, she didn't look down upon them, but she didn't pay much attention to them.
If you control a sword with your sword intention, you will naturally have to face the shortcomings of being inferior to others in the realm of sword intention.
The woman in green clothes moved her steps slightly, as if she was walking on a stage. She raised her sword and raised her hand, which always made people think that there might be some singing in this matter.
The two swords were in front of her. The sword in the woman's hand flowed like water sleeves. As she turned and moved, she had already cut off the Taohua Sword and Parrot Island together, and then captured it with her sword intent and tied it around her body. The sword in her hand was The ordinary sword, with the sword intention of the Qinglian realm, passed through the green eaves of the town very restrainedly, heading towards the South Island.
The sword art in the woman's hand burst out with sword intent, and the long sword came suddenly, and there was a hint of sarcasm in her eyes.
He probably felt that Nan Dao's move of wielding the sword was no different from abandoning the sword.
Nan Dao did not panic. He held the umbrella and turned sideways to let go of the sword. The sword brushed against the edge of the umbrella and sent countless ripples of sword intent.
Taohua Sword and Yingyingzhou struggled, but they could not escape the restraints of the sword intent around the woman in green.
And that long sword has gone and returned, and Nan Dao's attempt to avoid it has not stopped. Probably the best way at this time is to sink the umbrella.
However, this is not the case in the South Island.
He just raised his empty right hand and held it into the equally empty scabbard behind him.
After entering Nanyi City, Nan Dao realized that he actually had more than two swords.
This action is naturally very bizarre.
Therefore, the woman in green clothes over there also showed a bit of confusion in her eyes.
The old sword cultivator, who had been watching at the entrance of the courtyard like an ordinary old man, actually showed some surprise in his expression.
At the moment when Nan Dao held the scabbard.
The people in the town seemed to faintly hear a very calm voice.
There is a way in the world.
The next moment, a sword covered with Dao characters appeared in the scabbard. It was grasped by the young man, and then it was pulled out with countless Dao rhymes.
There is a horse sheath and a sword.
The woman in green didn't have time to sheath her sword.
The Dao text on the Dao sword spread, but it directly shook away the sword intent on the long sword that attacked Nandao for the second time.
The young man turned around with the umbrella in his hand, and slashed his sword down like wood. With a crisp sound that sounded like a cry, the sword of the woman in green was cut off straight away, and fell slumped on the long street.
He learned this from Qingjiao.
The streets were silent.
There seems to be some hot pot smell blowing in the spring breeze.
The young man who had been in Lingnan for a long time was probably a little excited when he smelled the aroma of the soup base, and his eyes had a rare light.
At the same time, Taohua in the divine sea read out the four words "birth and death".
The young man under the umbrella was instantly filled with many mysterious Taoist charms.
Dao Wen appeared around her body, but the sword intent from the woman in green passed through the young man's body.
A trace of astonishment flashed in the eyes of the woman in green.
Naturally, she had never seen such Taoism before.
So I was panicked for a moment.
A sword cultivator who ignores other people's sword intentions and techniques is naturally extremely intimidating.
The young man came holding an umbrella and a sword.
The woman in green clothes no longer had any worries. The sword intent was flowing around her. Although she had never seen it before, she knew very well that there was no Taoist technique that could truly make her invincible.
If there is, then it is naturally because the sword power is not enough.
At this point in the initial stage of the small path, all the cultivation levels of the Sword Intent Green Lotus state are released.
The sword from the old sword cultivator was also unsheathed and fell into the hands of the woman in green.
One sword cuts across the board.
The young man holding the weird Tao sword was finally shaken out of the Tao technique and fell into the mighty sword intent.
Now that things have reached this point, it's obviously out of control.
Some sword intentions intertwined and fled towards the town.
The old sword cultivator who had been watching pointed his sword like a sword and released his sword intent to isolate that place from the town.
Then the anxious and undecided expressions of the people in those towns calmed down again.
The two were extremely close at this time, and the Dao sword and the sword of the woman in green intertwined, swaying countless sword intentions.
It's just that the sword that has been sharpened by the old sword for a lifetime will not be so fragile. What's more, the realm of the swordsmanship of the woman in Tsinghua is already on the South Island. Therefore, even if the Youdao sword is pulled out by Taohua's hand, it will not be that fragile. There is a trend of disintegration.
Nan Dao sank his umbrella again and stepped back. But this time, the black umbrella in his hand was almost knocked out by the sword intention. The sword intention of the Qinglian Realm disintegrated Nan Dao's sword intention like a destructive force. Even with the black umbrella as a buffer, it caused a surge of vitality in the South Island Divine Sea.
Nan Dao stepped back, his face pale, and a trace of blood spilled from the corner of his mouth. As for the hand holding the umbrella, there was a bright red color seeping through the cloth strips.
Perhaps because of the abundant vitality in the body, the rain-watching realm in the South Island is not much different from the woman in green at the beginning of the trail.
However, the most deadly realm of sword intent is completely different.
After this sword strike, the Youdao sword in Nan Dao's hand finally slowly turned into Dao Wen and dispersed in the wind.
As for the Wu Dao Sword, Nan Dao probably couldn't hold such a chaotic and violent Dao sword.
The woman in green breathed a sigh of relief, looked at Nan Dao and said calmly: "You lost."
Nan Dao raised his eyebrows and said, "Actually not yet."
The woman in green frowned and looked at the boy under the umbrella.
The young man did not draw his sword again.
Instead, he picked up the wine flask.
When wine enters the heart of sorrow, it will probably not turn into tears of lovesickness.
The two swords forgotten by the woman in green have been surrounding the town since they were no longer bound by the sword's will.
When the boy took a sip of wine.
There was another boy holding one of the swords.
The sound of the sword in Parrot Island resounded loudly in the tranquility of the town.
When you are drunk, you can have many hands and you can have many teenagers.
The woman in green's expression did not change.
The long sword in his hand turned into a stream of light and stabbed the second young man under the umbrella. However, the moment the long sword touched his eyebrows, the young man's figure disappeared again, and then the peach blossom sword was held by someone again.
After so many repetitions, the woman in Tsing Yi felt a little tired of dealing with it.
The old sword cultivator on the side was also surprised by this sword style, but after all, he was older and had seen more. He looked at his granddaughter and said softly: "Luan Hong."
The woman in green clothes reacted.
A sword intention fell on the long sword, and the old sword was erected in front of her. The woman in green looked solemn, and sent the sword out. The sword skills rose and reddishly appeared.
In an instant, the whole town was in red, and there was nowhere to hide.
Luan Hong flew across the swing.
The well-known Mo Jian Cliff Sword Style.
Back in Daze, the old swordsman Xiu Mo Shancha, who was in the Great Dao Realm, made his last sword move, flying across the swing in a chaotic red style.
Even Young Master Wubei, after crossing the border several times, the witchcraft's barrier was also broken, so he had no choice but to take the sword forcefully.
The flying red is naturally not true red, but the thousands of sword intentions coming from the long sword.
Nan Dao's drunken sword, with such a sword, naturally had to end in a hurry.
The chaotic red color blew through the end of the town and fell to the outside of the town, cutting off countless spring breezes in the world.
The whole town was as silent as cicadas.
Naturally, it is rare for people in the world to see such a sword style.
Nan Dao also silently let go of the wine bottle in his hand.
The overall situation has been decided.
But in the end, with a glimmer of hope, he looked at the sky on earth.
The sky was overcast.
Naturally, there won’t be any snow color.
As for the young boy, he probably failed to send snow.
Nandao naturally knows very well that sending snow like that is just an attempt.
They are not Cao Yingying, and the human world is not the world where Cao Yingying is like a dream but not a dream.
But just when Nan Dao was about to lower his head, he suddenly froze there.
Then he chuckled and looked at the woman in green.
"Have you ever seen a sword technique that falls from the sky?"
The woman in green is standing with a sword in hand, not knowing what this means.
There are no umbrellas closed in the South Island.
Just said two words calmly.
"Xiwu."
This is the sword technique of Tianya Sword Sect.
