Not far from the east bank of Yingshui, there are strange peaks rising from the mountains and climbing into the clouds, also known as Baiyun Mountain.

Looking to the top of the mountain, you can see it at a glance, and at the same time, it will not be more than twenty miles away from the Bianhuangji.

Because hundreds of miles of border wasteland gather are covered with ancient temples in deserted villages and uninhabited, this phenomenon is even more obvious when it comes to the Baiyun Mountains.

The surrounding mountains form a closed area with dozens of miles of land, including peanut trees, strange fruits, white sorcery flying crossings, and waterfalls.

It is like a fairyland, but it is rarely visited.

The main peak Moyun Ridge is protruding above the peaks. Baiyun Xiangjian is a stone spring stream divided by Chuyun Waterfall pouring down from the main peak. Passing through a spring section of a beautiful tree forest, the fragrance of trees is everywhere, so it is named after it.

Li Zhichang stood on a lonely cliff in Moyun Ridge, beside him was a waterfall like a flying dragon, flowing down, and the sound of the clattering water hitting the stone was deafening, making people remove the sound of the waterfall and there was nothing else in his ears.

The waterfall snow novel.``` is white, a little sunshine shone, and the misty air permeates the surroundings, just like the beautiful scenery of a fairy family.

The terrain here is complicated, so Li Zhichang summoned his deity and hid this Taoist body deep in Baiyun Mountain, waiting for the arrival of the man in Xuan clothes.

At this moment, he was wearing a purple Taoist robe with Tai Chi embroidered on his chest. Zhou Tianxingchen carved the Taoist robe, with long hair falling on his shoulders, and his deep mysterious eyes could make people take away their souls at first sight.

It is dark and difficult to measure.

It was still good weather just now, but now it has become dark clouds.

Li Zhichang knew that this was the arrival of the man in Xuanyi.

He was still very surprised because although he sensed that the man in Xuan was only a few miles away, he could not accurately sense the other person's position. This shows that even if he returns to his original deity and combines his spirit and energy, he is still inferior to the man in Xuan was still inferior to the man in terms of spiritual cultivation.

Li Zhichang thought to himself: It seems that even so, he still failed to detect the deepest strength of the man in Xuanyi, and the chances of winning this battle became increasingly slim.

The man in black clothes held a black sheathed sword in his hand and walked slowly towards Li Zhichang.

Although he slowly walked in the dense forests of the mountain, the poisonous snakes and beasts seemed to ignore him. After walking through the forest road, there was no trace left, and no breath left.

The man in Xuanyi climbed the mountain from the branch of Baiyun Mountain. When he reached the other side of the mountain, Li Zhichang Zhuo's lonely cliff was standing in front of him.

Moyun Ridge is in the lingering clouds and mist in the north, and the drooping clouds and waterfalls seem to rush down from the empty space, like pearl curtains hanging upside down. The sound and smoke of water are the sound and smoke. The old pine trees standing against the mountains with snow and ice are breathtaking. At the end of the waterfall, a step-by-step waterfall forms, and the waterfalls fall step by step, as if playing a natural movement of vision.

The man in black showed a happy smile, and his eyes were resting on Li Zhichang.

Li Zhichang's eyes were on the sword in his hand.

Li Zhichang's ruthless face was slightly touched, and he said casually: "Good sword. This is not a nameless sword."

The man in Xuanyi said proudly: "You are the only person worthy of my real sword in recent years. I will naturally use a peerless sword to duel with you. This sword is called 'Zhanlu'. If Brother Li unfortunately dies on it, he will never insult you."

Zhanlu Sword is the first of the five famous swords, and ranks first in the top ten famous swords.

Li Zhichang did not feel its peerless sharpness from this black sword, but could feel the sword's own spirituality, and it complemented the man in the dark, as if it was magnificent heavenly way and could not resist it.

The man in Xuanyi never had the intention of making a sword, but the Zhanlu sword seemed to be able to silently watch Li Zhichang's every move, exhale and inhale.

This mixed feeling makes people feel both real and false.

Li Zhichang smiled and said, "You and I will act, and with one move, it will be like a famous line chanted by a great poet, which is enough to shine through the ages. When a poet writes famous works, even if there is a good wine, we will naturally have to carry it with a peerless sword."

The man in Xuanyi stepped out and was less than ten feet away from Li Zhichang. He said leisurely: "I know Brother Li has a sword of Wuchang, but this one is not. Does Brother Li still understand my strength?"

Li Zhichang said: "The Wuchang Sword is now more powerful than me. If I use it to fight against fellow Taoists, it would be very unfair. Although this sword is not as famous as Zhan Lu, it is still mysterious. Brother Taoist should have seen it long ago."

The Wuchang Sword is the center of the hidden dragon. It has been tempered by the endless power of yin and yang flow. Over the past few hundred years, it is much more powerful than Li Zhichang himself.

This is what Li Zhichang was embarrassed about. Before he survived the three disasters, he was afraid that his strength would not be enough to control this old friend.

At the same time, the Wuchang Sword and the Beiluo Master Sect are both in the Qianlong, so there are other things.

Although the man in Xuan's clothes may defeat him, he may not be able to destroy his body and spirit.

In fact, when he reached the level of the immortal level, he had reached the limit of the power that this world could withstand. Even if the man in Xuancheng had the strength to exceed the limit of the world to withstand, it would be difficult to exert this world unless he had a container that could carry higher-level power.

The man in Xuanyi said calmly: "Although Brother Li has other difficulties, I will not hold back this time, because after tonight, I am afraid that I will not be able to stay in this world."

In less than a moment, the world suddenly became full of desolation and solemnity.

Compared to the time when the river was blocked and the river was broken, the man in the dark clothes at this moment was stronger in any aspect.

In other words, Li Zhichang finally forced the man in Xuanyi to do his best.

Even if he is the most powerful deity now, he cannot guarantee that he can defeat such a powerful man in Xuancheng.

The first snowflake fell slowly, just passing through the middle between Li Zhichang and the man in Xuan.

This is not accidental, but the result of the two people's confrontation of energy and even strength.

The qi and intelligence were evenly matched, but Li Zhichang knew that he had indeed lost.

Because he came earlier, he had already been connected with Baiyun Mountain, and the heavens and man were in harmony. With the help of the power of nature, he infinitely increased his own energy, but still did not suppress the man in Xuanyi.

Wanqi Mingyao is also in Baiyun Mountain at this moment. Under the clouds, an ancient temple is lonely in the dense forest, as if it has been forgotten by the outside world.

In the middle of the square in front of the Sanchong Hall, a reclining Buddha was still leisurely and dreaming about his great future, and the pagodas on both sides were like his loyal servants.

This is the only ancient temple in the Baiyun Mountains. It is located in a deep mid-mountain highland in the southern lineage. However, it was abandoned as early as the end of the Han Dynasty. People in the borderlands called it the Reclining Buddha Temple.

She was facing the reclining Buddha, thinking about the departure of the man in Xuan's clothes before, and was stunned.

The man in Xuanyi wanted to fight against Taiyi Daozun, but she couldn't see Taiyi in this life, and she would not go or not.

The man in Xuanyi naturally didn't want her to go. Even if he didn't say anything, Wanqi Mingyao understood.

But until now she still knows that the sword saint she met last time was Li Zhichang's incarnation. (To be continued...)
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