At noon the next day, it suddenly rained heavily. Two light boats floated on Fengshen Lake. In the mist, fish occasionally jumped up, and each man and a woman held paper umbrellas and looked at each other from afar.

A man holds a black robe and a black umbrella in a black robe and a woman holds a white umbrella in a white robe and a white umbrella in a white robe.

Yao Chong stopped by the lakeside and did not take a lucky boat to watch the battle on the lake. Such a match between two unparalleled sword immortals was not in a peaceful place within a hundred miles. He only had the cultivation level of the Nascent Soul Realm, but he definitely did not dare to be arrogant.

The general of the Golden Armor quickly walked to Yao Chong, and his golden armor rustled, and he whispered: "Prime Minister, Lord Ghost Emperor is busy with affairs today and cannot watch the battle in person."

Yao Chong nodded, and the golden general leaned his fists and retreated.

The heavy rain gathered like a curtain, and the mortal eyes could not stand it if they could only see a few feet away, but the woman in white who was more than a hundred feet apart and the light boat under her feet were visible in Chang Xi's eyes.

The heavy rain poured, and the white paper umbrella suddenly fell on the lake. The woman's feet left the boat and her clothes were fluttering. With her spiritual power like a river and a sea, she could have easily achieved the rain without touching her body. The white clothes were soaked and tightly attached to her delicate body to outline a graceful arc. Only the snow-white scabbard in her hand was spotless, and the cold color between the woman's pupils became more and more intense, until it was ruthless.

The woman's aura was deep and long, and the light boat under her feet suddenly shattered into powder. Her white clothes shook the sky and the raindrops thrust the man in black robe, and she wanted to win the voice first.

Chang Xi was in a state of mind and stood up slightly, and gently tapped the head of the wooden boat with his toes. The hardness and softness of the foot, and the light boat broke through the lake and rowed towards the shore, and stopped steadily.

Chang Xi knew that Xu Qingxiu was the ruthless sword.

This kind of swordsmanship that takes a different approach requires great perseverance and special mental methods to block or even erase one's own emotions, so that one can't be disturbed by external factors in the fight. It is called "perfect sword fetus". In more down-to-earth terms, it is cold-blooded, almost equivalent to the level of recognizing relatives.

Most of the Xu women in the Sword Cave of the Eastern Wu were walking on this path of no return that their ancestors had long set for them. They abandoned morality, deprived them of love, and asked them to keep their bodies as jade for the thousand-year inheritance of the so-called Sword Cave until their deaths disappeared.

Xu Qing, who was given a list of the old sword monster, has enviable talents and roots, but she is actually not suitable to practice the ruthless sword at all. Perhaps it is because the old sword monster is limited by the realm and experience, and more likely because Yelang is arrogant and cannot learn the advanced concept of the masters of the peaks of Qingyun Mountain teaching according to their aptitude.

The self-proclaimed Dongwu Sword Cave harmed this woman who should have shined with more brilliant brilliance on the way of swordsmanship.

In Chang Xi's eyes, this kind of ruthless sword path, which was regarded as the most reasonable by the old monster of the Eastern Wu Sword Cave Sword, really has no advantage. If a person is ruthless and unrighteous, how is it different from an animal?

She is still young and has time to look back.

Chang Xi's thoughts were closed, and the cave sword in his hand drew the rain curtain. The sword energy surged in the storm. It was first as thick as a bowl, and then to the wellhead. The Fengshen Lake, where the rain curtain was hanging, suddenly a black meteor was dragging its tail, smashing towards the white clothes that were rushing towards it.

The sword cultivators only use swords to speak.

The woman in white danced quickly over her shoulders with short hair. She changed her left sword sheath to her right hand, but she still couldn't draw her sword. The hilt of the sword was forward, and the black sword energy that ran like a meteor collided with the disproportionate hilt. Unexpectedly, the tragic scene of the woman falling into the lake with a broken hilt. Instead, the white jade sword hilt, which was two or three fingers wide, had the upper hand. The hilt of the sword fell on the black meteor one after another like a hole, and the sound was dull like a drum beat, and the black meteor collapsed.

Xu Qing, who looked cold and as cold as snow, was out of control. The sword energy and sword intent were so fierce that Chang Xi couldn't help but secretly admired in his heart: Xu Qing had such power for more than ten years of hiding the sword. If he really raised her for decades of sword intent and came out of the mountain, wouldn't he be frightened?

Xu Qinglian stepped back to the lake with her chest slightly raised, and her left hand was placed on the hilt of the sword. This action made Chang Xi's face change drastically!

The two were dozens of feet apart, and the dripping rain curtains between the sky and the earth were instantly still. The water droplets began to distort unnaturally, and then they were completely shattered into nothingness. The rain curtains within a few miles were squeezed out in the blink of an eye, so that Fengshen Lake in this area had a brief vacuum and gravity imbalance. The lake water rose and floated, and it began to flow into the sky, outlining a painting full of blue waves and blue sky.

The snow-white sword sheath bounced slightly, and the unparalleled sword light burst out from the center of the lake. The sword light sucked and blew the blue waves, and wanted to swallow the man in black robe in one bite.

"Look at Dongyou, I told you last night that Xu Qing is so powerful, didn't you lie to you?"

Chang Xi laughed loudly, with a sword energy that was better than the might of heaven, but he had a rare pleasure in meeting a confidant in a foreign land. He immediately stomped on the lake with one foot, and the life and death sword intent on the black and white lotus platform in his body tilted out without reservation. He took another step, and the ink-like sword edge swung heroically, and together with the clear lake water, unfolding a magnificent sword siege on Fengshen Lake that thousands of troops could not pass!

In the study room of the mountaintop imperial examination, the young man reviewing the memorial suddenly trembled, and a feeling that he was most familiar with came to his heart.

If the sword hidden technique is not out of the sheath, it will be awesome. If the sword light that can make the coffin boy and Lin Zhenjiang tremble, rolled around the blue hundred-foot sword like a wave of the river. With a loud bang, the already disordered lake qi machine is completely made into a pot of porridge, and the blue waves floating in the sky smashed back to the lake.

The sword light and the sword surround were like two armies facing each other, and it was difficult to distinguish between the two armies for a while.

Xu Qing, in a ruthless state, frowned tightly, obviously very dissatisfied with the current situation where the sword technique had been used but was still stalemate. Just as he was about to make some move, his beautiful eyes suddenly widened.

The illusory figure of a man in a black robe suddenly appeared in front of her. The black sword tongue ran towards her pink and tender neck. She slowly took a step back. The sword tongue was only a few centimeters away from her neck. The sword energy on the sword blew the wet strands of her shawl. A scarlet red spot on the tip of the pink and tender neck. Before the man could hand over the sword, the snow-white long sword named as the woman Zangfeng turned into a slap, and her jade legs were lifted up, leaving a mark of a woman's lotus feet on the black robe that was so luxurious that it was incomparable.

Chang Xi patted his sacrificial ceremonial garment without hesitation and sighed.

He could have easily grabbed Xu Qing's ankle kicked up by Gao Qing, and then put it on his body to win the game with the King of Ming Liuli. But Xu Qing was wearing a white gauze chiffon skirt, which was already wet and almost transparent. If he grabbed Xu Qing's ankle again, the kicking height would be enough to fully see the beautiful scenery under the woman's skirt. He was a gentleman and absolutely could not do such a dirty thing to take advantage of the woman.

After the sword technique of the Eastern Wu Sword Cave that appeared once every ten years and the secret sword siege method of Qingyun Mountain emerged, the sword light that was enough to tear the sky and the earth was entangled with the blue hundred-foot sword surrounding the lake, and they were consuming their respective foundations.

Chang Xi didn't plan to bet on how many hidden sword techniques Xu Qing could use. He only knew that the hundred-foot sword siege originated from the senior brother was quite consuming spiritual power and sword intent. The woman in front of him was no less talented in swords than others. It would be okay not to peek at the bottom of your skirt, but it would be okay not to bully you with millions of brute force, but if I want me to eat your hidden sword technique for nothing?

That won't work.

Chang Xi's sword steps were growing, and he stepped on the thunder sound, never allowing Xu Qing to leave him twenty feet away. Suddenly, his fingers turned into swords, and the sword energy splashed like ink, and the "ink" dripping suddenly turned into thousands of apricot flower petals. Fengshen Lake sang long, cutting the apricot flower petals that were as snowy as the sky. A song of apricot flower sounded between heaven and earth, and a sword handed out the flowers on the road that were better than the dust of the southern moon.

There are 80,000 words in the world, but the word "love" is the most murderous.

The woman with a cold face was in a daze and struggled for a moment. The foundation of the ruthless sword Taoist who had been practicing hard for more than ten years was shaken for some reason. She frowned and danced out the sword energy vortex that roared into the wind. The petals of the apricot blossoms flying all over the sky were swept away by the sword energy vortex, but there were still many fish that had escaped the net floating towards her. Every time a petal fell on her, Xu Qing's delicate body would tremble uncontrollably.

The love of the apricot blossoms on Fengshen Lake is still there. The black robe passes through the sea of ​​apricot blossoms blooming on the lake with the sword intent, and takes advantage of the opportunity to bully Xu Qing. After paying the price of a hair cut off by the hidden edge, Yao Chong's eyes appearing in the distance, a man and a woman are almost face-to-face, with the tip of the nose touching the tip of the nose.

The woman who was almost lost innocence on her chest was still full of indifference and coldness. The Tibetan sword, which was as pure and innocent as the beautiful sword master, wanted to cut this disciple into pieces. However, the man in black robe's close-fitting body technique was really bizarre and could not be matched by a woman who was ignorant of close-up wandering.

Xu Qing immediately made a decision to retreat backwards. Chang Xi followed like a shadow, tilting his head to avoid the hidden edge of the sword energy. The extremely rich glass color on his fingers shone brightly. Chang Xi bent into a snap of his finger next to the hidden edge of the sword. If this finger, which contained the true meaning of punching the lying bull, was shot on the sword, Chang Xi was sure to bounce the white sword into two pieces with one finger on the spot.

Chang Xi's eyes went from bottom to top, and looked at Xu Qing's slightly silenced eyes. He, who had always been decisive, sighed again, and was slapped on the forehead by the woman's palm, and then retreated.

The ruthless sword path is like a prison cast by copper and iron. People inside think of it but cannot come out. Outside this prison built by the old sword monster in the Eastern Wu Sword Cave, which was built with the "beautiful name" as inheritance, unknowingly, a few apricot flower petals fell down. The fragile petals touched the prison, trembling slightly, and turned into powder without any accident.

When several petals turned into powder without any suspense, the indestructible iron wall of this outsider's eyes suddenly appeared with several discordant cracks. The gravel on the prison wall rolled down, revealing the thin woman curled up in the corner of the wall.

She is Xu Qing, a miserable woman who doesn't know whether she was born for the Sword Cave of the Eastern Wu or lived for herself.

Looking back on her childhood, she didn't know who her parents were, nor who sent her here. She was accompanied by a peach wood sword half a piece taller than her all day, and she washed her essence and marrow every day. She was always in a dead cave where she didn't know what the stars, sun and moon were, and she always faced with puppet dummies who could not finish chopping. Until one day, the ancestor sent a living person to her, stuffed a snow-white sword into her hand, and whispered like a demon in her ear: "Punish him, you can leave this cave."

She forgot whether she had stabbed her back then, only to know that her ancestor was very angry later and left the sword cave that had been imprisoned for several years.

She was frightened all day long because she didn't know what she had done wrong, so when the ancestor gave her the last chance to practice Wuruan Sword, she didn't know what Wuruan Sword was, but only knew that after she finished her studies, she would no longer be imprisoned in the sword cave and agreed quickly.

More than ten years later, she had already cultivated the Ruthless Sword to a great level, standing on Fengshen Lake. Xu Qing, curled up in the corner, buried her head on her knees, feeling her body being driven by Ruthless Sword like a tool. She couldn't help but wonder, if she hadn't taken that secret book back then, what would she look like now?

In the dark prison, a warm light suddenly shone on her from the crack. She raised her head in a daze. Faced with the sudden light, the woman who was used to enduring darkness was at a loss for a moment.

A roar of furious roar came from the Eastern Wu Sword Cave, nearly 100,000 miles away.

The heavy rain gradually stopped, and the view on the lake was much wider. The magnificent sword light and sword surround of the hidden sword technique had been wiped out.

Chang Xi was left to fate when hesitation and struggle flashed in the woman's eyes. He whispered and knew that it was almost done. Many clearly angular formation corner cards shook off from his sleeves and ding ding dong dong into the lake. The fairy in white frowned on the opposite side frowned tightly, instinctively feeling that the formation corner cards were not a good thing, but could not be stopped.

"Xu Qing, I know you are very smart and strong. After using the hidden sword technique, you still have plenty of spiritual power in your body. No matter how you think about it, you should leave it for the final killing move. If that's the case, let's decide the winner here."

After saying that, Chang Xi closed his eyes and his face was as solemn as he leaned on a sword in front of him, like a monument standing with a sword immortal on his back.

The formation corner card is like a flexible fish walking through the bottom of the lake, covering the formations that stabilize the lake water and mountain bodies at the bottom of the lake. These poor formations that were written by unknown people were almost unable to resist Lin Zhenjiang's sea-cooking magical power. Chang Xi naturally did not intend to watch Fengshen Lake roll down the mountain for a moment, so he had to take action to stabilize the foundation by himself.

Xu Qing's expression rarely looked nervous. She wanted to take advantage of Chang Xi's momentum to make a surprise, but she couldn't move any longer after taking half a step.

Because in her eyes, the entire Fengshen Lake seemed to be no longer in sight, and only the black robe and the sword in his hand were left in the world.

The woman was shocked, and she didn't know that this was the last moment. Her face turned red in an instant, and a mouthful of blood was sprayed on the Tibetan sword. The Tibetan sword buzzed and trembled, and the sword sounded soared into the sky. An unknown gorgeous fire was ignited on the snow-white long sword in an instant, and it became more and more prosperous. In the end, the sword grew into a big tree with a sharp crown, blooming silver sword flowers, standing high on the lake with a mist floating after the rain.

This scene is like a poem or a painting.

The top magical power in the Eastern Wu Sword Cave, the fire tree and silver flower.

A beautiful picture of memories penned in Chang Xi's mind spread out.

When he was born in a small village in the mountains, his lifelike portraits of his father and mother appeared on the paper. Then there was the fairy-like leader Qinglan, Qingfeng, who taught him sword skills without getting tired of teaching him, Master Yunyou, who Baiyi Shengxue regarded him as his own, Senior Brother Yan Zhang, Xin Tong and Qingxuan, who had achieved success with him, Su You, who was charming, Tiancheng and hardworking, and Mr. Zhizhu, who gave him the opportunity to be a newborn.

On the back of the scroll is a sharp outline of scenes, including the villages in the mountains filled with fire, the Qingyun Mountains with a vast vastness of 5,000 miles, the Mangshan Mausoleum left for him to sing his sword, the Tengzhou City with corpses soaring into the sky, the Great Wilderness Hall with lonely smoke from the desert, the sunset in the long river, and the Wushan Mountains that he will never forget in his life.

Many memories are vividly revealed on the paper, gathering into an indescribable force that fills his limbs and bones. The obsession that cannot be given up. The life of the world, which is only double 10, gathers on the sword, and a sad but majestic long song of sword energy slowly spreads.

Yao Chong was so shocked that he opened his mouth wide, not knowing that his feet had stepped into the lake; the figure in the imperial study room, who was writing and reviewing the memorials suddenly disappeared, and the thin sheep's hair fell off the table, splashing three or two drops of ink dots.

Chang Xi opened his eyes, half of the golden and half silver cross star, raised his sword and stepped on the lake. Nearly half of the vast Fengshen Lake, the water and black robe rushed straight into the sky. People in their entire life could not imagine what a shocking scene was like when a lake floated in the sky, but it actually appeared on Luofeng Mountain.

The lake that truly swept the sky dripped into a sword, and there was a tragic sword singing between heaven and earth.
Chapter completed!