A small town girl was holding a stick and looking for someone in the silent night of this huge capital city.
And the Taoist he was looking for was in that alley, standing quietly in the shadow under the alley wall, watching a noisy but silent story in the night.
Even when walking through the alley, Mei Xiyu subconsciously thought that maybe Xu Chunhua was sleeping quietly in a certain yard.
When the Taoist thought this, he shook his head mockingly, and then did not continue to think about anything. He just walked all the way through the alley, stopped at the entrance of the alley, raised his head and looked at a young man who was hanging on the street making secrets, and also Looking at a man in white who came from nowhere - a man in white with peach blossoms on his face.
When Mei Xiyu saw that scene, she was actually very surprised.
He never thought he would see so many things in this young man.
The human quick swords in Mojian Cliff are considered commonplace.
What is that ancient Hangu Taoist technique?
What is that Dao sword that was pulled out of its sheath and exudes a rich Taoist charm?
And when Mei Xiyu saw Peach Blossom hanging in the tall building and slashed out the sword towards the Siwu Demon Guards and Demon Cultivators, even Mei Xiyu had to admit that such swords and sword intent sword shadows , enough for him to take it seriously.
The figure of the man in white is somewhat unreal.
However, the sword is very stable.
The sword shadows scattered in all directions stopped exactly in front of the alley.
Mei Xiyu quietly lowered his head and looked at the sword that fell not far in front of him and dispersed like fine snow. His eyes returned to the hanging street.
The fine snow under the young man's umbrella becomes increasingly blurry.
After the sword of the man in white fell, the demon cultivators standing on the high-rise buildings and hanging streets were all more or less injured by the sword, and their expressions also showed horror.
Even Mei Xiyu had to admit that this young man who seemed to be walking quietly in the world from beginning to end was indeed very strong.
As for the man in white with a peach-blossom face, Mei Xiyu had never seen such a weird person before, and maybe he could vaguely guess something in his heart.
As those sword intentions fell, the figure of the man in white gradually became illusory.
Then it turned into a gust of fine snow, which was blown under the young man's umbrella by the night wind.
And the young man finally took over the control of the three swords again.
One handle is like the flowing light of the clear moon, or maybe it is like a line of flowing water sloping down from the wine gourd when some sword fairy drinks alone under the moon.
The other blue-black sword has green flames burning when the sword is drawn out at high speed.
The two were controlled by the sword and shuttled among the Siwu Guards.
The young man let go of the Dao Jue, held the Dao sword tightly, took an umbrella and took a step forward, then jumped up from the Xuanjie, towards the upper Xuanjie not far away, where he was dealing with the sword wound left by Taohua. The demon cultivator left.
Mei Xiyu stood quietly in the alley and watched.
Perhaps the young man's enlightenment state of walking in the snow to look for plum blossoms is indeed higher than the state of the world.
It can be seen from the majestic vitality that should not be in this realm.
It is naturally extremely difficult for those great demon cultivators to face such a young man.
But after all, the boy was alone.
With one sword like that, he could deliver two swords and three swords.
But in this Sophora City, there are naturally more than two or three great demon cultivators.
When the young man's vitality began to dry up, his sword power began to become sluggish, and his physical strength began to fail.
Everything will eventually slide towards the worst side.
The Taoist from Qingtian Road stood there quietly, counting the swords of the young man on the street.
Mei Xiyu was of course hesitant.
As a Taoist who is supposed to be an outsider, but knowing the many relationships involved, it is inevitable to feel hesitant in his heart.
He didn't know if he should take action.
I don’t know what extent Liu Qinghe wants to see.
Where is the water in the bottle from the servant?
Is that big demon in white also watching around here?
While Mei Xiyu was lost in thought, some blood suddenly poured down on the hanging street.
The blood was bright red, clean, and had no demonic power.
When Mei Xiyu raised his head, he saw the young man falling towards the hanging street.
There is an additional wound on the body.
There was also a hazy blood color in the fine snow under those umbrellas.
In front of the young man, there was a demon cultivator standing in the sky.
That demon cultivator has extremely powerful demon power. Unfortunately, Mei Xiyu doesn't know him, and he probably doesn't want to know him. After all, choosing a name is always a headache.
But what weighs heavily on Mei Xiyu's heart is naturally that, in terms of the realm of cultivation, the realm of demon cultivation is quite high.
Back then, in the Lingnan Lame Deer Sword Sect, there was a Chinese cabbage that Zhang Xiaoyu had neatly chopped into two halves.
That was a Seven Realm Demon Cultivator.
The demon in front of him was obviously like this.
The seven realms and the six realms are naturally not the same concept.
This is a demon cultivator who has already entered the gate to the upper realm.
Siwuwei can compete with a place like Tianjing where practitioners are everywhere in Huaidu. Naturally, it cannot be just some ordinary demon clan with demon power.
Perhaps realizing that such a young man was indeed quite extraordinary, those high-level demon cultivators finally came out of the darkness.
Mei Xiyu had to admit it at this time.
Water in a bottle may really want this young man to die.
The Taoist stood there hesitantly, with a faint wind blowing in the alley.
Mei Xiyu didn't know whether he should take action.
The young man seemed to be still awake and rational. The umbrella was held tightly in his hand. He didn't even know when the young man had used the strip of cloth torn from his clothes to wrap it tightly with his hand. together.
When Mei Xiyu noticed this, he also let out a long sigh.
The Taoist raised his head and looked around outside this alley.
It's a pity that except for the people from the Siwu Demon Mansion, no one from the Heavenly Prison can be seen here.
It was as if they really didn't care what choices such a young man would make.
At that moment, Mei Xiyu suddenly understood where the people from Heaven Prison were.
Just in the alley.
The Taoist looked down at the shadows of the Taoist reflected in the occasional sword light.
When Liu Qinghe told Mei Xiyu those things, the arrival of this Taoist represented Heavenly Prison.
Liu Qinghe may indeed be a bastard.
Mei Xiyu raised her head sadly after realizing that she had been pushed out again.
The wind is picking up in the alley.
He really didn't want to see the young man being cornered, and then let go of the umbrella in his hand.
It’s just that the wind of Meixi rain has not yet blown out of the alley.
In the night, there was a sword light cutting through the night moon.
A certain big demon approaching the young man was knocked down by a sword, and landed on the long street not far away. The long sword was trembling, and there were two people on the sword. Words that fit well with tonight’s scene.
Sleepless.
It’s true that people don’t sleep.
Mei Xiyu looked at the sword, and the wind in the alleyway dispersed.
It seems that the water in the bottle should not be in this place.
Just like Liu Qinghe said.
People from the Human Sword Sect were involved.
However, Mei Xiyu was a little surprised that the sword did not fall towards the boy but towards the big demon. However, after pondering for a moment, Mei Xiyu seemed to understand something.
Yes.
The ending of some stories does not necessarily involve the death of such a young man.
The long sword came and went suddenly.
Jiang Ye, who turned into sword light and landed on Xuanjie, raised his hand to catch the sword.
In this silent battle in the night of Huaidu, the rather angry voice of a demon cultivator finally sounded.
"What does Human Sword Sect mean?"
Jiang Ye stood calmly on Xuanjie, raised his hand to wipe away the demon blood on the Sleepless Sword, and said lightly: "He once called me Senior Brother."
If the world didn't know those stories on the banks of the Nanyi River, they might really believe such a touching sentence.
Therefore, in such a sentence, the sword cultivation style remains the same as always.
Of course it makes sense.
The young man stood behind Jiang Ye with a pale face, but his expression was a little indifferent. Before the demon cultivators who were choked by Jiang Ye's words could speak, the young man said in a cold and unappreciative voice: "This has nothing to do with it. You have no relationship.”
Jiang Ye calmly looked back at the young man surrounded by Xixue's double swords.
"If you don't have such an umbrella, I won't care even if you are beaten to death in front of my eyes."
Nan Dao looked down at the umbrella that was tightly wrapped around his hand. He remained silent for a while and said slowly, "So everyone thinks that I will definitely let go of this umbrella?"
The Nine Realm Sword Cultivator who once gave the boy a sword by the Nanyi River said calmly: "I am Jiang Ye, not Nan Dao. The minds of the world are incomprehensible. We will not gamble on such things."
Nan Dao was silent for a while and said: "My relationship with the Human Sword Sect can be gambled?"
Before the young man could finish his words, the Sleepless Sword shot out of Jiang Ye's hand, carrying the sword's intent, and hovering in front of Nan Dao.
"Of course I won't bet. When we were on the oblique platform, we thought about this thing. Maybe Senior Brother Zhaoshui or Junior Brother Qu Ming would have a more peaceful interaction with you, but I am the only one carrying two swords. .”
After Jiang Ye regained himself, he pulled out his green vegetable sword.
"I have a sword to protect you."
Mei Xiyu stood quietly in the alley. To this Taoist, the relationship between the two sword cultivators on the street was undoubtedly weird and strange.
Of course the Taoist wind has dissipated.
The Nine Realm Sword Cultivators of the Human Sword Sect are naturally far stronger than the Nine Realm Sword Cultivators of the world.
Unless there is another Dao Cultivator in tonight's battle, there will probably be no more twists and turns in such a story.
It turns out that Water in the Bottle really wanted to kill the teenager for no reason.
Even though Jiang Ye, a sword cultivator who should have been sitting on the slanted platform, had appeared, those Siwu guards still showed no sign of retreating.
Mei Xiyu had already planned to turn around and leave.
As soon as he took a step forward, he turned around in surprise amid the clear sound of a sword.
On that hanging street, at the moment when the demon cultivator attacked again, the young man, with all his sword intent and vitality, slashed at the sleepless sword lying in front of him.
The one he used was not a Taoist sword, nor was he Peach Blossom or Peach Blossom Island.
But that umbrella.
Using the umbrella as a sword, he forcibly slashed Imperial Envoy Jiang Ye's Sleepless Sword down the long street.
Even though Jiang Ye was a ninth-level sword cultivator, he could not help but turn pale under the young man's all-out sword intent. After all, this sword cultivator was facing the offensive of many upper-level demon cultivators.
Although the sleepless sword was slashed away by the sword intent on the umbrella.
However, the young man holding the umbrella was also suppressed by Jiang Ye's sword intent and took a few steps back. His divine sea trembled and blood gushed out from the corners of his lips.
"But I didn't want to accept it."
Nan Dao held the Youdao sword and raised his hand to wipe the blood from the corner of his lips with his sleeve.
"Maybe some theatergoers think I'm ungrateful."
Mei Xiyu stood quietly in the alley.
The young man may indeed know that there is a Taoist hidden in the alley.
Or perhaps he had indeed pinned his hopes on Taoists.
But he never placed his hope on the human sword sect.
I don’t want to put those hopes on a sword cultivator from such a sword sect.
"I may have indeed called you senior brother before, but that was a thing of the past, just like Zhang Xiaoyu back then."
The sixteen-year-old boy stood under the umbrella and looked quietly at the sword cultivator in front of him.
"When you know that if you do this, Lingnan will be destroyed, but you still make such a choice, the relationship between us is destined to be a fire and water relationship."
Jiang Ye slashed away a certain big demon in front of him with one sword and looked down at the green vegetable sword in his hand.
And didn't look back.
Jiang Ye naturally knew what the young man said.
Even if the young man didn't say it, he knew it.
When Nanyi City was in trouble, 80,000 Lingnan sword cultivators came down from the mountain to help the disciples of the Human Sword Sect defend the ancient city.
But in the end, the Human Sword Sect gave up on Lingnan and left.
Maybe anything can be refuted.
But regarding Lingnan, the Human Sword Sect is indeed irrefutable.
So Jiang Ye just stood there silently.
Of course young people are ignorant.
It just seemed that everything was going according to plan.
In other words, the relationship between this young man and Siwuwei is far from as bad as the sword cultivator in front of him.
There was a sword wind coming from behind.
Jiang Ye turned around and slashed away the young man who suddenly came with the sword. After a long silence, the sword cultivator said slowly: "You are also a Lingnan sword cultivator, so you should be regarded as a human sword master." Let’s atone for Lingnan.”
The boy just sneered.
"The 80,000 sword cultivators in Lingnan died cleanly for your sword sect in the world. Jiang Ye, do you think just bringing a sword in such a story can wash away the blood on your body?"
Jiang Ye's expression gradually became indifferent, and the Sleepless Sword that fell down the hanging street came roaring back again, but it did not return to the hanging street, but shot at the demon cultivators.
"Sword cultivators are reasonable. It is meaningless for you to reason with me."
This Nine Realm Sword Cultivator stood on the Xuan Street holding his sword, looking at the young man at the end of the Xuan Street.
"If you can't defeat me, then don't chatter here like a resentful woman."
So the young man stopped talking.
The night wind blows the sword and makes a clear sound.
There were locust leaves in May floating in the alley in the distance. When they passed between these two sword cultivators, they were pierced by a sword very quickly, and then burned quickly, turning into ashes and being blown away by the sword wind. go.
Mei Xiyu stood quietly in the alley for a long time, looking at the two sword cultivators fighting together on the hanging street, probably full of melancholy.
Maybe it's better to take action yourself.
At least crisply.
This Qingtian Taoist naturally has no good impression of the Human Sword Sect.
Especially after what Chen Huaifeng did.
Is stability really more important than right or wrong?
Mei Xiyu looked at the sword cultivator named Jiang Ye quietly.
After the person in the Human Sword Sect who could really make the world not care about right and wrong died, it seemed to be an extremely ridiculous thing to talk about the so-called stability being higher than right and wrong.
So maybe it's never been the case that stability is higher than right or wrong.
What is right will naturally be right, and what is wrong will only be wrong.
It’s just that Cong Ren is higher than the human world.
On that hanging street, the young man drew three swords.
All three swords were slashed back neatly by the Nine Realm Sword Cultivator named Jiang Ye.
Even though the boy is no longer the boy by the Nanyi River, after five months of the story, he has become extremely powerful.
But after all, the Human Sword Sect is still the Human Sword Sect.
Such a disciple in the Sword Sect is also a genius in the world.
For a young man who only started practicing in March last year, it is naturally a great thing to be able to take over Jiang Ye's sword.
Just this is still not enough.
At the very beginning of the story, when the young man walked into the sword sect, he did not think that what he was walking into was not the corner of the world of cultivation revealed in front of him.
It is a mountain at the very top of the cultivation world.
Maybe it is true that the door opens to the mountain.
But the boy still has not crossed these mountains.
Nan Dao stopped his retreat with his sword and raised his hand to wipe the blood from the corners of his lips.
The sword cultivator who seemed to be slaying the boy in an understatement looked a little pale.
For the young man, what he faced was nothing more than a ginger leaf.
As for Jiang Ye, what he faced was not only an ignorant and ungrateful young man, but also the many Siwu guards and Shangjing demons behind him.
Even Jiang Ye couldn't help but feel a little resentful in his heart.
Looking at the young man who was still coming towards him after he stopped, he said coldly: "Don't force me to really kill you."
When Mei Xiyu heard such a sentence, he suddenly remembered something said by Liu Qinghe.
There are many swordsmen in Huaidu who are very fast with their swords.
When she saw Jiang Ye killing a certain big demon with a sword, Mei Xiyu always thought that Liu Qinghe had been negligent after all.
But now it seems that Liu Qinghe is still right.
Such a Heavenly Prison Master naturally knows far more stories than such a Taoist.
Maybe Tian Yu really didn't want to kill such a young man on the 12th floor, so in this story, he didn't show up from beginning to end, but Mei Xiyu came.
The young man was slashed back to the end of the hanging street with a sword again.
When Mei Xiyu saw this scene, he suddenly frowned.
The boy who was cut back for the fourth time did not look at the sword cultivator named Jiang Ye anymore. He just withdrew his gaze and fell on his left hand.
The cloth strips torn from the clothes had been cut to pieces by the sword.
Not only Mei Xiyu, but also Jiang Ye on the hanging street frowned. A sword intent gathered in front of him in an instant, as if he might strike away with a sword at any time.
"what you up to?"
Nan Dao bent down and coughed twice, and said calmly: "It's nothing, just taking a look."
