Han Dan

In an instant, the sky shook.The cloudy wind went straight up to the sky, rolling down the dark clouds.A piercing sound came out from the grave, echoing in the world.

"Six months of snow in the world, falling flowers and swords of infatuation."

Cheng Zhou couldn't help tugging at Gu Qingmian, his knuckles turned white, and his eyes were full of joy: "Ruqingdao! This is the infatuated sword of the Luohua Pavilion master!"

Gu Qingmian was already in the fog, and he was so shaken that he couldn't find Bei: "Isn't it infatuation? Why is it ruthless?"

"Hey." Cheng Zhou: "Where does snow come in June in the world? It's just that the sword is infatuated, but the Tao is too ruthless."

During the fall, a strong wind blew up, and a cluster of sword lights pointed directly at the sky.In the dense sword shadow, there is a phantom floating.The phantom stood on one leg, his clothes fluttered, his two fingers joined together like a sword, in the swirling dark clouds, he was just a drop in the ocean.

Everyone held their breath, only to see the phantom stretch out his hand, a long sword flew out of the grave, and rushed straight at it.

This is a sword cultivator that has long passed away, and this is a sword that exists in this world.

his sword.

One person and one sword touched each other through the cold time and yin and yang.

Jianxiu raised his hand, deep in the dark clouds, a group of flowers burst into bloom.Just like the brilliant spring sun, the flowers are blooming in full bloom, outlining the beautiful rivers and mountains in Jiuxiao.Tender pink peach blossoms and white pear blossoms bloom one after another.

Finally, the flowers are in full bloom, which is the time when they are in full bloom and beauty.

Jianxiu suddenly drew his long sword.As soon as the sword light reached, the group of flowers shattered, and suddenly turned into flying snow, wrapped in sharp sword energy, and fell to the ground, leaving deep cracks.

The flowers are in full bloom, and the spring is about to end, and the infatuation is so deep that it is ruthless.

At the same time, with a bang, the tombstone of Baijian Tomb slowly sank, revealing a square entrance.This entrance can only allow one person to enter, and with the sound of the sword, Feixue smashed out frantically.

"I heard that it changes every time."

Cheng Zhou opened his mouth and stared at the entrance: "Brother Gu, what should you do—"

His words fell into his mouth, and everyone watched cautiously, but a female cultivator in Tsing Yi laughed loudly: "What is there to be afraid of!"

After saying that, he drew his sword and went straight into Feixue's sword light.

For a moment, only the sound of bones breaking could be heard.The heavy snow fell, and colorful blood flew up.But none of the sword cultivators backed down, rushed in one after another, followed the female cultivators and disappeared into the depths of the falling snow one by one.

Zitang: "The sword here will change according to the strength of the opponent, and the test is skill."

It won't kill me.

Cheng Zhou glanced at Gu Tu, who nodded.

So the two of them followed suit and entered the entrance abruptly.

As soon as they entered, the sight of the two was blocked by the blizzard. Below was a bottomless abyss, and above was piercing sword energy.

Gu Qingmian didn't know how Cheng Zhou's condition was, but he was fine - the sword energy struck him like scratching an itch, and his clothes were not torn.

Gu Qingmian was caught off guard and knew her level.

All the way down, when he stepped on the ground with both feet, there were already several sword cultivators gathered in front of him, all of them were in tattered clothes, and the long sword in his hand was clanging.One person is one sword, one sword is one.

Without hesitation, Gu Qingmian took out her sword and cut the clothes into fine pieces in two or three strokes, making it look like the people around her.

Holding the sword in his hand, he looked at it calmly.But they were standing on a high raised platform that could accommodate a dozen people, surrounded by scorching magma, tumbling water bubbles, bursting out sparks one after another.There is only a single-plank bridge a few steps away, which still only allows one person to pass.

Gu Qingmian couldn't understand the battle, but with years of experience, he recognized at a glance that the magma was the high-purity real fire of Samadhi.

This is a good thing for alchemy.

Gu Qingmian stared at the magma for a long time, and forcibly suppressed the desire to go along.

He waited for a while, and people fell down one after another, spitting blood from each mouth, in a panic.However, they got up quickly and looked around cautiously.The woman in Tsing Yi was torn and covered in blood.She wiped two of them casually, gripped the long sword tightly, and turned onto the wooden bridge.

Not to be outdone, the people behind also stepped up.

There are more and more swordsmen on the platform, and more and more people are on the single-plank bridge.

Finally, Cheng Zhou fell from the sky.

Before landing, he inserted the sword into the ground to stabilize his figure.Kneeling heavily on the ground with one knee, spurting blood.

Gu Qingmian's eyes froze.

Cheng Zhou's clothes were torn into pieces, and the purse around his neck was missing, perhaps it was broken into the snow of the sword.The red rope around his neck was crumbling.

"Wan—" Before Gu Qingmian approached, another person fell down and landed on Cheng Zhou's calf.

He groaned, sweating coldly from the pain.Coincidentally, the latecomer brought a ruthless sword energy that had not dissipated, chopped Cheng Zhou's neck, and chopped it on the red rope.

The world went silent, Gu Qingmian opened his eyes to see that the red rope broke, and Qing Mingyu flew away.

The unparalleled Mingyu exudes green light, and underneath is scorching hot magma.

The three real fires burn everything in the world.

Gu Qingmian stretched out his hand before he could think, he never knew he could be so fast.Cheng Zhou said in shock, "Gu Tu!"

With a "kuang", the long sword fell to the ground, and Gu Qingmian grabbed Mingyu with one hand, but his body was already outside the platform.Cheng Zhou from behind rushed forward to pull him, but only caught a corner of his clothes - this kid's clothes are too torn.

When Gu Qingmian realized it, he had already smashed down the magma.The hot air rushed towards the face, and the flames rushed high, ready to accept the sacrifice.When Gu Qingmian was young, he had guessed countless ways of death, but never this one.

"bang"

However, the falling stopped abruptly, and the imagined pain did not come, but something pulled heavily in his hand, grabbing him.

A cold hand grabbed him.

The green light bloomed, and the evil spirit filled the air.

Gu Qingmian couldn't react for a while, he raised his head in a daze, and then - couldn't move his eyes away.

This is, demon?

Jasper's hair is made of black ink, her temples are cut like knives, and her long eyebrows are picturesque.

There was a commotion all around, Zitang raised Gu Qingmian and hugged him horizontally.A layer of green light surrounded him, except for Gu Qingmian, no one could see his face clearly.

Gu Qingmian only felt dry mouth.Zitang's body was extremely cold, from Qing Mingyu, with the coldness of death, and the hot magma outside flew into flames, one heavy fire and one heavy ice, making his heart thump.

Zitang lowered his eyes slightly, they were a pair of upturned, flamboyant and presumptuous phoenix eyes.He didn't know when he was already hanging high in the sky, and the loose green robes were like clouds in the ninety-nine sky, and between the curls, it seemed like rain in the sky.

Look down on all beings.

Someone from below shouted and asked, "Who is here?"

Zitang completely ignored.Gu Qingmian only felt a darkness in front of his eyes, and then, there were bright lights around him.He looked around in a daze, and found that it was a simple stone house with a single bed and nothing else.

If it weren't for this bed being a jade bed, it would almost compete with Gu Qingmian's.

"You really don't know swordsmanship."

Gu Qingmian was taken aback for a moment, then looked up, only to see Zitang standing in front of him.There are night pearls hanging on the surrounding walls, exuding a soft light, shining on this person's cheeks, making his eyes look thinner and his face as cold as jade.

Gu Qingmian didn't ask him how he knew, just stood up politely, saluted politely: "Yes."

Zichen took a step forward.

Gu Qingmian took a step back.

He saluted again, neither humble nor overbearing: "Senior's coercion is too strong, and this junior can't bear it."

Zitang snorted coldly: "Delicate."

However, the cold and demonic aura that filled the room disappeared with the words.

He turned around, and a wooden table appeared out of nowhere in the room, with a jade pot on it.With a swipe of his fingertip, two wine glasses appeared.

Gu Qingmian said: "This junior doesn't drink alcohol."

Zichen frowned.

I have to say that he was born so well that even frowning is pretty.

"Only you Danxiu have more rules."

After saying that, he directly poured a mouthful into the pot.

Gu Qingmian said: "Brother Cheng doesn't care about these things, seniors can call him here."

Zichen sneered.

"You don't need to knock from the side." Zichen wiped his hand on the wall: "This is the sword mound."

Immediately, light floated on the wall, revealing the single-plank bridge.Cheng Zhou was dragging his injuries and limping on top.

Gu Qingmian was taken aback for a moment, but Zitang took another sip of wine.

Immediately afterwards, light and shadows floated on the wall, layer upon layer were various sword cultivators walking on different paths.Zitang, on the other hand, was sitting under the light and shadow of the wall.

For a moment, it seemed as if thousands of lives, thousands of layers of time overlapped on his face.

Mingyu is mostly born in fierce places, watered with blood, and haunted by death.

A ferocious place, watered with blood, haunted by death.

Gu Qingmian guessed something instantly.

"It's been a long time since the two worlds of humans and monsters have been separated. Have you never heard of the Tenth Order?" Zi Tang recovered his spiritual power and was in a good mood: "The Tenth Order is also called the Longevity Ban."

There are nine levels of demons, and the tenth will live forever.Once the demon reaches the tenth level, it will break through the boundaries of all things, which is not tolerated by the law of heaven.Therefore, tenth-order great monsters are often bound by the law of heaven, and their spiritual power is close to that of ordinary people.

There is only one place where they are allowed to restore their original demon power.That is the holy land of the demon world, where all the demon venerables from the beginning of the world gather - Changsheng Valley.

"Sword Tomb is a small world, which originated from a stone in the Valley of Longevity." Zitang said, "It is formed by a sword master and a flower demon's phantom technique."

He saw Gu Qingmian's expression.

"Yes, I was born here and grew up here."

"It's the grave guard jade of this sword mound."

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Zitang finally showed his face, I——I am still a face controler. QQ

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