I was stolen by a bird to be my wife

Only one sword.

Take it, take it, take it.

No need to let it all out, no need.

Just a little bit, give me a little bit, just a little bit to kill him.

Anyway, at least, right now, at this moment...

I must not die here!

***

In front of the Nine Thousand Nine Lives Resentful Mother Hall, when the sword chant was raging——

Three islands and ten continents are three hundred miles to the east.

Dongdafeng, return to the ruins.

The flood of the three disasters is sealed here, and the chief minister must personally guard it. There is also a heavenly army formed by the martyrs of the country, stationed at the edge of the big ravine, and fighting the monsters crawling out from the ruins, all year round.

Due to the turmoil on the mainland, the balance of heaven and earth is in jeopardy, and the pressure faced by the righteous is also increasing.

At dusk, the sea water rolled back above the ruins, lightning flashed and thunder rumbled. Suddenly, like a big furnace underneath, the water in the entire sea area boiled up, and the monsters swimming in it didn't even have time to let out a scream. When it is called, it will be cooked red.

The martyrs flew into the sky in a panic, looking at Da Si Ming, who was pressing down on Guixu with billowing black clouds.

Da Si Ming opened his eyes and looked down, feeling strange.

"Flood, become weak...?"

***

At the same time when the sword chant was raging——

Nangui City is nearly two thousand miles to the north, on the Shu Road.

Continuous mountains surround the entire Shuzhou, and the only way to get in and out is through Shu roads and waterways.

It was a suspension road along the cliff, but there were many horse teams, and there were also Lifu carrying loads, pushing carts, and walking on it.

Where these hangers are embedded in the pillars and supports, obvious sword marks can be seen.

And a hundred feet above the hanging road, among the clouds and mist, there are faintly dangling iron chains.

Five or six Jiange disciples, who had just finished repairing the Shu Road, walked in a long line on the iron chain, and suddenly felt the long sword in their hands vibrate in the sheath.

There were four Jiange disciples, so they were distracted from looking at the sword, and the movements of their feet slowed down, and they were immediately shaken by the trembling iron chain in the strong wind, leaving only a few screams in the lingering clouds and mist.

The remaining two Jiange disciples who stood firmly on the iron chain, while palpitating for what happened to their companions, clenched their long swords tightly, accelerated their speed, and jumped again and again.

Then another one fell.

The remaining Jiange disciples on the iron chain were trembling, and finally reached a platform that was shaking in the wind, but much safer than the iron chain.

There were already a few brothers there, and when they saw him coming, they stood closer together to make room for him to stand.

They exchanged glances with each other, guessing that several companions of the other party had also fallen, and they mourned together.

After a while, the last Jiange disciple who came to this platform, Ren Feiguang, who was called Changming Sword by many seniors, asked in a low voice:

"Did your sword vibrate inexplicably just now?"

"Of course it shook!" The other senior brothers wanted to discuss this matter a long time ago, "Everyone's swords shook!"

There was still excitement in the eyes they exchanged, and they talked in a low voice:

"Which Taoist master drew the sword?"

"I guess it's the Taurus Daoist. This place is the closest to the Taurus Dao."

"No, no, this time the vibration is short and rapid, it is clearly the sword intent of Taoist Lychee!"

"Similar to Master Lianyun, I have admired her sword intent for a long time..."

Ren Feiguang touched his chin, participated in the discussion, and said, "Could it be the sword master's sword intent?"

His brothers and sisters refuted him with reason and evidence:

"How could it be the sword intent of the sword master?"

"Although the sword master has not drawn his sword with all his strength for decades, our generation of Jiange disciples can only feel the sword intent left by him on the city wall of Jianmen Pass, but his sword intent will never be so short—"

"Would it be?" Ren Feiguang carefully recalled the message he felt from the vibration of the sword in his hand, "The sword intent just now was not so short as it was fast. When it was so fast, our swords couldn't react to it. Moreover, after the sword was drawn, it was too fast. People keep a lot of..."

It is very likely that the sword has not been fully unsheathed, only half drawn, no, only about two inches?

"How is it possible, how is it possible," a senior brother waved his hand, "Reserve the move, but still cause our sword to vibrate? Do you really think it's the sword master who made the sword?"

"Chang Ming really wants to see the sword master's sword?" Another junior brother said leisurely and fascinated, "I also want to feel the sword master's sword intent."

"Unfortunately, if the sword master wants to use his sword with all his strength, the only possibility is that Xi Dafeng can break it, hey."

Several Jiange disciples sighed one after another, but they didn't know that they continued to go up the iron chain, and even crossed the Jiange where they usually lived - the highest peak in the Qinling Mountains, Taibai.

On this most outstanding snow peak, covered with snow in winter and summer, the great figures they discussed just now are also "saying" the same thing.

Dozens of sword intents meet here and change endlessly, so they can talk with each other several miles away.

These ten sword intents came from Taoist Jinniu, Taoist Ziwu, Lianyun, Lychee and others in the Jiange of Shu Dao.

"Who was it just now?"

"The old cow is not you?"

"Damn it's obviously not me, okay? You're blind!"

"Why do I feel a bit like Young Master Chaoshuang..."

As soon as Taoist Lychee said this, all the sword intents converging in the violent wind and snow on Taibai Peak stopped for a moment, except for him.

And the gray-haired man in white shirt standing on the top of Taibai Peak finally opened his eyes.

I can't tell the age of the man, he seems very young, but there are many years hidden in the deep eyes.His hair is tied in a bun, and he doesn't wear a hat. He has a square face and sharp eyebrows. There is only a red mole under his right eye, which adds a little softness to the sharpness.

He is strong and strong, with a broad chest, and the hard lines are vaguely outlined in the snow-white clothes, and his back is as straight as a long sword in his hand.

This person is the Lord of Jiange, Xie Zhengrong.

If Ah fainted here, he would be surprised. Chaoshuang of his family is clearly not similar to this man, but when looking at people when he is not smiling, he has almost the same sense of stagnation.

It's just that Chaoshuang's stagnation carried a sense of calmness, while this man's stagnation was more pure.

Taoist Lychee was left behind by his colleagues, facing this pure stagnation alone, he was on the verge of crying.

When Xie Zhengrong lowered his eyes and stopped looking at Taoist Lychee, the other Taoist masters in the Jiange continued to move towards this side with sword intent.

"What does Lao Li say about you? Lao Li."

"Who is Young Master Chaoshuang? I don't know."

"I only know Xie Cuiwei of Jiange, son Chaoshuang? I don't know them."

They pretended to say, and Taoist Lychee knew that he had accidentally committed a dispute between Jiange and Three Islands and Ten Continents, so he could only wipe off his cold sweat.

The Lord of the Jiange Pavilion and the former Chief Commander were not married, but had a son.I don't want to, maybe the blood of the parents is fighting endlessly in the child's body. This child has the eyes of the sky, but he can't cast spells through psychics. This child has excellent talent in heart sword, but his weak body can't even hold a sword.

The lord of the Jiange named him Xie Cuiwei, hoping that his child would become a pillar of the people who "become the only mainstay and stand tall in Cuiwei".The former Chief Commander, however, relied on divination and gave the child an ominous name like Chaoshuang.

Both sides call each other different names and always correct each other...

It doesn't matter, since Xie Cuiwei can't channel spirits to cast spells, and he is very talented in the heart sword, he naturally wants to live in Jiange.

If the body is weak, there are practice methods for the weak body. If you practice deeply, maybe your body will be healed?

And this child is used to the name Xie Cuiwei, so naturally he won't take the name Li Chaoshuang seriously.

The Taoist masters of Jiange thought very well, but how could they have guessed that when the child was ten years old, Ji Shanchang from Jixia Academy came to Jiange to ask for divination from the Eye of Heaven, but the child failed to give a prediction and fell seriously ill. , sent to Three Islands and Ten Continents, and borrowed Wu Zhu's secret method to cultivate.

Since then, Xie Cuiwei has never set foot on the road to Shu.

When outsiders talk about it again, they only talk about Chaoshuang, the son of Yingzhou.

"Ugh--"

Thinking of this, several Taoist masters sighed one after another, and talking about the Ling Tian sword intent that only appeared for a moment just now, it also has a bit of meaning.

"Although it looks a lot like Martial Nephew Cui Wei, I still remember his sword strike 20 years ago..."

"After Li Chunhui's death, Dongdafeng was quietly broken open. Although Li Chaolu urgently changed from a young commander to a senior commander, the gap was enough to escape the flood."

"However, nephew Cui Wei didn't go to his mother's funeral, but went to Dongdafeng instead."

"The three disasters are immortal, but his sword is only a little short of killing the flood!"

"Maybe this is the eye of the sky?"

"No, it's the sword of no return as long as you use your sword, one move, you will die or I will die!"

"It's true that there is no return. The child himself fell down. If it wasn't for Li's secret method, probably..."

Xie Zhengrong remained silent, while the Taoist masters were silent for a while.

"That's why," Daoist Jinniu said slowly, "Nephew Cui Wei has never regretted his swordsmanship, but the sword intent just now has left nine points of strength, isn't it him?"

"Nephew Cui Wei can't do anything about it. As far as he is concerned, as long as he draws his sword, he doesn't know whether the enemy will die or not, but he himself is very likely to die. In this situation, how can he learn to reserve energy?"

"I don't know how Cui Wei is doing now. Although he prepares medicinal materials and sends them to Mishima and Shizhou every month, Li Chaolu doesn't allow Jiange disciples to visit him. It's disgusting."

"It is said that the witches have used various methods to cut him off, and outsiders will disturb him if they approach."

"Trust her? Huh."

Seeing that the topic of the Taoist masters was off topic, Xie Zhengrong, the master of Jiange, suddenly spoke.

"It's Cui Wei.

"The vitality is weakened but not broken, which is good.

"The sword intent does not originate from the Three Islands and Ten Continents, but from Taozhou in the south.

"Send disciples to investigate."

The Taoist masters of Jiange were pleasantly surprised.

"Is it really Cui Wei?"

"Could it be that the child is in good health?"

"He actually left Three Islands and Ten Continents, so I have to ask Mrs. Li for some information."

"Haha! Take people back to the Jiange!"

"Don't rush to be happy, he drew his heart sword, I hope he didn't fall ill on the spot."

The Taoists talked a lot. On the Taibai Snow Peak, Xie Zhengrong glanced at the swirling sky above his head, glanced at Xi Dafeng, who was in charge of guarding the Jiange, and fell into deep thought.

Cui Wei drew his heart sword out of its sheath, but it seemed that only a trace was drawn out.

For Cui Wei, who has always given his best, this is unbelievable.

Coupled with the sudden departure from Yingzhou...

These points made Xie Zhengrong involuntarily come up with an inexplicable idea.

Snowflakes fluttered, and the gray-haired man in white robe stroked the long sword and murmured in a low voice:

"...Could it be that there is someone you like?"

***

Seeing the stone bear annihilated in the spiritual light, Donghuang Taiyi suddenly touched his red earlobe.

When he opened his eyes again, he was already dizzy.

The young chick didn't think too much, listening to the sound of the boundless ghost realm shattering, while looking at the top of the mountain outside the city.

That sword intent...

He was anxious and galloped towards the witch temple.

Oops!The swordsman who peeped at Chaoshuang reappeared secretly!