(Forgot to update, I got up in the middle of the night and posted a chapter. It would be better if I broke the connection, and I started from scratch.)

The wind and snow are strong, carrying countless sand.

Perhaps it was just now that the Buddha's light had faded, and the black clouds covered the moon, and the surrounding Wuxing Ridge was dimmer than in the previous season. The heavy snow turned from broken to round, but now the snowflakes were fluttering, which was as big as two fingers. Then the west wind was blowing away, either in a whole or in a broken way on the yellow sand.

The young man with two slender hair on his forehead relied on his own to forcefully stop more than ten people from four realms to attack. He was covered in scars and blood was piled up in the shallow pit of sand and soil under his feet, without any extravasation.

Even though Fan Wujiang prepared a total of several great gifts for the abbot Bukong, he sent out a thousand eight bandits to restrain the old monk, and then prepared ten things to heavenly things. He also relied on the evil deeds and evil karma practiced by the evil monk Bo Yu and Dou Lian, and temporarily knocked the old monk down to the five realms. In the end, he did not expect to be resolved one by one. At present, Yuwen Yue, who was clearly in a desperate situation, came out one after another, and he really took over more than ten attacks. Although he was shaky, he did delay several people in the field for a long time, and his internal energy was all deprived.

Yuwen struggled to hold up, and then he realized that his right foot had almost broken. The extremely vicious and vicious sword light from Kang Zongzheng's hidden darkness had not been cut to the old monk who was struggling to suppress the power of the bowl. However, he almost died. Looking around, he had to pick up half of the big gun, lock it on his shoulder and lean on his back, but his face was full of smiles.

"The Poison Lord asked me to fight to death to protect the young girl from Nangong Mountain. I think it's enough to be considered a plentiful effort. Besides, I can fight with several masters of the fourth realm. I'm afraid I can't find such a good opportunity to sing a lantern. It's hard for the whole world to find such a number of four realms. Today's fight is not unfair."

Immediately, I didn't care about the inner energy in the palms of the people in front of me, and looked back at Yun Zhong, sneered and said, "Wu Shuang, Nangong Mountain, became famous at the age of young and famous, and stood in the branches of the four realms before she arrived. She fought with the five realms with the cultivation level of the four realms, but she did not die. Why did she accept such a cowardly disciple and have to be crowned in a few years. She was just a poor cultivation level of the first entering the second realm. If it weren't for the entrusted by the Poison Lord, I would have to destroy your body first, so as to avoid being embarrassed for those who are in the practice."

Yuwen Yue's scolding came very suddenly.

Originally, the head of the Buqi Temple had already stood up and ignored the trap of the people in the field. The faint Buddha light rose from the Daling Platform. Although it was already a strong support, it was difficult to take action.

Yun Zhong also picked up the sword in his palm, looked at the four realms in front of him, and sucked the sword energy in his palm.

The situation is over, and trapped beasts are still fighting.

But Yuwen Yue cursed, his voice shook all over the field and spread throughout the scene with the west wind.

The boy was stunned for a moment, then took the sword back into the scabbard and stood there. There was no movement for a long time.

Wen Yu frowned and was about to come forward to refute, but Yun Zhong grabbed his wrist and couldn't break free for a while.

Only the girl knew Yun Zhong's current body. She first used Qiuhu sword energy outside the East Realm City of Yizhang, and then surrounded and blocked the Feng family. She had already fought for death in a row, not to mention that the empty pill in her body was inseparable from Qiuhu. She stood in front of her four realms and was utterly killed.

But Yun Zhong's force made Wen Yu's wrist hurt.

"Miss Wen, he is right." Yun Zhong grabbed the girl's wrist and tried hard for two or three times, but he didn't squeeze out a smile after all. He just pulled the corner of his mouth slightly. Then he shook his head at Wen Yu who was still trying to say a few words, let go of his palm, and sat down again. He did not draw a sword, but took off the sword box behind him, leaned against his knees, and slowly closed his eyes.

Fan Wujiang and others did not hold back and made another move. The young leader immediately raised his hand to stop him, but he was exhausted. He just resisted Dou Lian's move, and the golden light in his palm had disappeared. Anyone with a discerning eye could see that the monk was just holding on and it was difficult to make another move.

Yuwen Yue looked at the boy with anger, gritted his teeth and stepped forward again, and stopped the monk with one move. He also added several serious injuries and it was difficult to get up again.

The old monk hanging in the air was still covered with countless black light internal energy, and the golden light could not be released.

Yun Zhong was still sitting cross-legged on the ground.

Thousands of thoughts.

I went out of the world and experienced a lot, but since the beginning, I have made no achievements.

There are dozens of tombs in the Wuling slope, which seem to have never been erased from my heart for a long time. Since the battle of the world, people have taken care of themselves. Except for this trip, it has improved slightly, it is really as Yuwen Yue said.

Although it is unpleasant, even if Yun Zhong doesn't want to reason, he really has no way to argue.

The sword box floats.

A wisp of sword energy, which looked like pale hair, rose from the dantian, came out from the back of the head, and went straight to the blue sky from afar.

"Yun Zhong is indeed not as talented as a person in his practice, but he will never fall into the title of Nangong Mountain."

The boy spoke lightly.

"Today, I will use the power of the elixir to seek the will of God, and I will die here."

Mid-Autumn Lake and Xu Dan were originally incompatible with water and fire, but now they stop together for some reason, hanging quietly in the east and west of the Dantian, and it is rare to fight again.

Then a sword with autumn colors swayed and flowed out of the young man's sword energy very lazy. It climbed up to the top of the young man's head along the sword energy, as if a light boat emerged with the stream and winding upwards.

"What kind of ability do you have to do with just two realms? It's so powerful now. It seems that it's mostly bluffing. How can you get real talent and knowledge? I really think I am also Wu Shuang on Nangong Mountain, but I can't fight to the death of the four realms."

Kang Zongzheng sneered coldly, held the knife in his palm, and instantly handed out a sword light.

But the sword light rushed to the time when the boy was approaching, and the fine snow fell into the middle of the charcoal fire, and it was just touched. In this way, one sword in the four realms suddenly subsided.

In addition to the west wind and broken snow between heaven and earth, although the golden light is destroyed, the sword energy suddenly comes.

It stretches for thousands of miles, and the waves are overwhelming, and then it ends up as a tide.

Although the four realms are high, they are now rising from beginning to end and climbing up one after another.

It is probably because the sea has stirred up the immortals as high as seven or eight hundred feet.

The boy had closed his eyes, his head was weak and he seemed to have fallen asleep. The corners of his mouth donated blood to form a line, wetting his white clothes, and embroidering the crabapple.

However, before the boy closed his eyes, he saw a scene that made his heart throbbing, so a silky smile floated from the corner of his mouth, and he closed his eyes with satisfaction.

There is really such a nonsense as Tiandi Yishen.

This is much more exciting than described in the novel drawings.

Far away thousands of miles away, the Sword King Mountain is quite lively. It is not that the year is approaching, and there are some happy events, and it has never been a time to fight among the sects. However, the mountains are still noisy, and many disciples frowned. The three of them walked together, talking loudly.

The Taoist in the Sword King Temple was injured by a sword energy that came from somewhere, when he went down the mountain many days ago, it seemed to penetrate into his chest and was extremely severely injured.

The people who were cleaning the snow dust in front of the door saw that the Taoist actually had a lot of blood overflowing from his chest and were frightened. Who knew who leaked the news, but it had spread in the Jianwang Mountain within a few days. Although the wild boy who killed the mountain gate from the wilderness now took over one of the chief's personal reports, chopped off the heads of several people who swept the ground with his own hands, and even sacked more than a dozen people's dantians, they still did not suppress them from the mountain to discuss.

The disciples in Jianwang Mountain were in a state of unstable mood, and it was almost a foregone conclusion.

"Senior brother, who can hurt our master? What's more, it's because of sword energy. There are so many five realms in the world. I have never heard of anyone in the fifth realm who is good at using sword energy besides our master. What is the origin of the five realms?" A disciple with a tall bun whispered, and then the man in front of the head twitched two palms behind his head and grinned.

"You guy is stupid?" the man raised his eyebrows and scolded, "It's okay to talk, but at least he will put the voice down. If the madman heard it, I'm afraid it will be difficult for you and me to stay on the mountain for a long time, so I'll just stop it."

The young disciple covered the back of his head, frowned continuously, and grinned, but never forgot to lower his words, "Who is this person from what his senior brother saw?"

Before the older disciple could speak, the temple gate opened wide, and the pale-faced Taoist walked out of the position and smiled indifferently, "How can I solve your doubts for you? This sword energy crossed the western border of Yizhang, passed 100,000 deep mountains, and then came along the border of Qibian, and hit the teacher's chest."

The Taoist pointed at his chest and laughed happily, "I have been recuperating for many days, but my teacher still feels dull pain in my chest. If you have such skills, the world will not exceed the five indexes, not to mention that this sword energy and spirit are quite familiar, most of them are the ones in Nangong Mountain."

Although the Taoist spoke, his eyes still looked into the distance, the dark shadows of the mountain were hooked, the fine snow fell to the ground, and nothing else was left.

The young man who practiced swords continuously also raised his head and looked south hesitantly. The sword energy in his palm rose, but it was suppressed in an instant and could not come out.

"Who makes such a move? Apart from Wu Shuang, I really can't figure out who can have such ability. Only the sword in the world can do the same stone. Now the sword energy that is tens of thousands of miles away has the courage to occupy the eight dou, which really makes people feel scared."

The Taoist ignored the two people kneeling on the ground. After taking back their eyes, he patted them behind them, "It's time to get up, the road to winter is cold, don't fall into any disease."

"The path of cultivation has nothing to do with the four words "clean and dustless". On the contrary, people's hearts are mostly dirty and dirty, and they don't care for themselves in everything. How to practice? If I really die under this sword energy, I'm afraid even a few disciples crying in the end. But since the master is still in the five realms and is expected to cross the five realms, then there will be no chaos in this Sword King Mountain."

After leaving a few words, the Taoist pushed open the temple gate and stepped in again, but did not stay for long.

The two disciples looked at the temple gate and saw that there were sword energy swaying around, and purple energy rushing towards the Taoist.

There was no one around in the Indigo Ping River, only an old man was fishing. Every time he rode a boat, the river was covered with thick ice, and it had already melted several feet of wide waterways. He was content and fished endlessly.

The old man pulled up the fishing rod and almost fell into the river. At least he stabilized his body. He actually caught a large fish with a total of about a hundred kilograms. He put it in the boat and his wrinkles on his face were stretched out.
Chapter completed!