"Xiaomeng is Xiaomeng, where did the master come from?"

After Xiaomeng said indifferently, she pulled out the sword in her hand. The cold light of the sword blade added a bit of coldness against the rainy day covered by the dark clouds.

"This sword?"

Gai Nie frowned slightly. After following Ying Zheng for so many years, why can't he recognize that this sword is Ying Zheng's sword Tianwen. For a moment, he thought a lot. Taoist Tianzong Xiaomeng, Yin-Yang Family, Ying Zheng, and the Lord of the Precepts of the Precepts of the End of Life, were punctuated together in his memory. It made him feel like there was a big conspiracy and extended to the various schools of thought.

Xiaomeng didn't give Gai Nie to think about it, and took the Tianwen Sword that Chu Feng asked for from Ying Zheng. When she was eight years old, she defeated the six elders of the Taoist Tianzong with an ordinary sword. In terms of sword skills, she had already entered the top ranks of the world.

As the figure flashed, the cold light was shining. Xiaomeng fully demonstrated the unique temperament of Taoist swordsmanship. It was free and misty, and every move was full of the taste. It seemed that the attack was not strong, but it made Gai Nie, known as the Sword Saint, feel that he could not let go.

This feeling made Gai Nie very uncomfortable. In a blink of an eye, after twenty or thirty moves, Gai Nie adapted and started to fight back. His attack methods have always been neat and neat, and he fully utilized his strengths. I can only go all the way. It seems that it is ordinary, but I can eat Xiaomeng Qingling's sword technique tightly.

The way is simple, this is what it means.

The fight was stalemate, and it was impossible to tell who lost and who won. After a hundred breaths, Xiaomeng knew that he could not suppress the saint Gai Nie, who was in the sword technique alone, so he used the same light and Chen, and Wanchuan Qiushui, but still could not win.

"The unique skills of Taoist Tianzong did not disappoint me."

The saint Gai Nie in the sword stood like a strong pine tree, standing in the storm.

Xiaomeng, who had been unable to win for a long time, merged another unique skill, heart as if it were calm, and Wanchuan Qiushui. He retracted and released the thirty-six levels of internal force, and released the incredible power. The violent air waves almost repelled Gai Nie into the river.

Floating down, Xiaomeng's face was filled with a strange color.

"Zonghengjia, Gai Nie, pass the test"

After saying that, Xiaomeng left like a wave.

Gai Nie, who was standing by the river, looked down and saw cracks like spider webs scattered under his feet. It was not easy for him to resist this internal force attack.

"Passed?"

He said to himself with a suspicion, Gai Nie took a few steps and jumped into the palace. After a few breaths, he carried the coma of the sky. Because he was worried that things would change, Gai Nie did not stop at all. He galloped to the river, boarded the boat, put Tian Ming on, picked up the oar, and shook it hard.

Youdao was worried about what he came. Before the ship could travel far, it changed. Some turbid rivers tumbling, as if dozens of beasts in the water were about to emerge. Gai Nie immediately hugged Tianming, used his light skills, and retreated back to the shore.

At the same time, more than twenty ice pythons several feet long appeared on the water surface. Its white body, cold air and pale eyes, making people shudder. Moreover, strangely, these ice pythons all have horns.

"Jiao"

After recognizing this creature, Gai Nie was not afraid at all. He immediately used his light skills, drew out the Yuanhong Sword in the air, and quickly shuttled through the ice dragon, stabbed, chopped, slid, hung, cloud, dot, collapse, and cut. Every move was incredibly fast. The cold light was shining, the sword energy was scattered, and the ice dragon was constantly being killed in the roar.

During the killing, Gai Nie's speed gradually slowed down, but for some reason there was a layer of frost between his eyebrows.

"roar……"

Twenty more ice dragons attacked, and the two sides killed each other again, and during the collision, Gai Nie accidentally fell into the water and disappeared.

The surviving ice dragon dissipated with the wind and the water surface returned to calm. It seemed that Gai Nie had failed to save people through the pass.

After a long time, the light rain in the sky began to drizzle. The dawn lying on the shore was awakened. Looking around, I saw that there was only a small boat in the river, floating alone. His beloved uncle disappeared, and his eyes were sore and he was about to cry.

Crazy...

There was a loud noise on the water surface, and the black hair was dispersed and wet all over. Gai Nie jumped out of the water surface, holding a colorful stone in his hand. It was the lower-grade spirit stone that Chu Feng put in the water before, supporting the operation of the Red Water Array.

Without the support of the spirit stones, in a blink of an eye, the terrifying river disappeared, and the independent world of similarities also collapsed.

Ordinary palaces and squares appear. The traces of the formation are useless at all.

"Uncle"

Tianming shouted, ran over, came closer, hugged Gai Nie's body, and started crying.

"Don't cry tomorrow, it's all right"

Gai Nie, who had a pale face, smiled and touched Tianming's head. He had almost been frozen in the inexplicable cold water just now. If he hadn't "stumbled" to pick up a strange stone, he would probably not have come up alive.

"Uncle, what is that?"

Tianming suddenly raised his head and pointed at a place.

Gai Nie turned around and looked at the place where Tianming pointed, his eyes tightened because he saw the simplified score of the Hundred Steps Flying Swords and the head of the Ghost Valley School.

Why is this happening? Is the master also trapped here? A dark cloud rose in Gai Nie's heart.

"No, I must figure out if the master is here?"

Gai Nie mentioned dawn and walked towards the depths of Afang Palace.

"Fellow Taoist, please stay"

A sound full of energy sounded, as if it was hundreds of bubbles away, and it seemed to be in my ears.

Gai Nie turned around, but did not see anyone. He immediately held the Yuanhong Sword in his hand tightly and was ready to go.

Soon, a rustling sound of footsteps came from the side and rear of the palace. Immediately afterwards, a loyal middle-aged Taoist priest and a white-haired and old man walked out.

"Master, Shen Gongbao."

Seeing his master, a hint of joy flashed in Gai Nie's eyes. It was the first time he had seen his master in so many years. But how could the master walk with the man who claimed to be Shen Gongbao before?

The middle-aged Taoist priest, who was the small trumpet opened by Chu Feng in Canyue Valley, Shen Gongbao said with a smile: "Fellow Taoist, we are meeting again."

Gai Nie's face was calm and he did not answer.

Seeing this, Chu Feng spoke with another trumpet, Guiguzi.
Chapter completed!