The enemy of comprehension is the sword

The misty top of the nine heavens, the peak points directly to the sky, if you stand on it, even the sea of ​​clouds in the sky seems to be within reach, all in the palm of your hand.

It's really unexpected that the little-known Fengming Sword Sect was actually built on the top of Cangwu Mountain, which is so extraordinary and beautiful.

However, the two proud figures standing on top of it at this moment maintain the same coldness and indifferent taste, and they are not at all interested in the beautiful scenery. In their clear eyes, there is only... the sword!

A pair of eyes, like a millennium picture scroll, countless lonely lives, finally in a self-proclaimed prison, precipitated, sublimated, and paid a mouthful of black jade, only one's heart, only one's self.

A pair of eyes, just like transparent gems, reflect the joys and sorrows of the world, but leave no trace, baptism, transformation, and become a green bamboo, without heart and without self.

The snow-colored swordsman who puts his love on the sword is facing the immortal swordsman who leans on the sword and forgets his love. For the first time in thousands of years, he has the interest to draw his sword to fight.

The soft sound in the wind is the heart, which is restless for the kendo, and it is the sword, which sings for the rare opponent.

It turned out that that person really didn't lie to her. It turned out that Fengming Sword Sect really had a sword heart complaint that she was worth listening to...

But after seeing it for the first few breaths, Ji Xue almost couldn't suppress Mo Jian's bloodthirsty, no, it belonged to her, the demanding demand from the deepest part of her soul.

Immediately, the ink was dyed misty, and the snow covered the sea of ​​clouds. The surging fighting spirit and the awe-inspiring and unyielding soul of the green bamboo stirred together, and the clouds were churning everywhere in the distance, like a giant dragon raging in the sea!

But, unfortunately, it shouldn't be at this moment——

A sigh caused thousands of sword intents to dissipate into nothingness, Ji Xue patted the black sword on her waist with regret, suppressed the desire in her blood, and lowered her eyes slightly.

"Huh? You don't want to do it?"

The man's voice was soft and mature, and the tone that should have been quiet also had an unexpected taste.

The man with the green bamboo sword in his hand had cold eyebrows, dressed in a white cloth, and stood on top of the sea of ​​clouds, seemingly looking at Ji Xue, but he couldn't see any special feelings.

As if, everything in the world does not make any difference in his eyes.

"Think." Ji Xue still didn't raise her eyes, she tapped a ray of coolness with her fingertips, brushed between her brows that were getting warmer, and then put it behind her back, "But, you are not good enough now."

What she wanted was an extremely flawless sword art, which could not tolerate the slightest blemish or regret.

"Do you know that you are talking to Sword Master Wangyun, a sword cultivator at the ascension stage?"

The words are really amazing, I didn't expect this man in white to be a sword cultivator in the ascension stage!Even the hidden ancestors of the seven major sects probably didn't have an ascension stage, not to mention that he was still a sword cultivator, which can almost be said to be the strongest in the Nanming Realm who can become a fairy in one step?

"I only know that the sword in front of me has faded for the seriously injured."

So what about the ascension period?

What Ji Xue saw in her eyes, heard in her ears, and felt in her heart was only the shocking sword intent, the profuse sound of the sword, and the unyielding sword spirit.

"Do you dare to claim that your body is safe again?"

Sword Master Wangyun, who was aware of his injuries, did not get angry because of Ji Xue's rudeness, instead he fixed his eyes and spoke bluntly.

This girl's karmic obstacles were suppressed with pure sword energy, and nearly ten thousand resentful souls haunted her body. This kind of body, which could have accidents at any time, actually stopped because of other people's injuries.

"Yu Jian is unharmed, and naturally he is unharmed. So what about you?"

Ji Xue glanced at the blank-faced girl in red next to her, and babbled hard.

Nan Sixian was still by her side, no matter what she said, it was impossible for her to admit that she was injured, and what she said was true, there was no problem with her drawing the sword, but there might be something wrong after she drew the sword.

And Sword Master Wangyun is different, he doesn't know where the old injuries came from, but one thing he can clearly know is that he probably has no problem in normal battles, but when the sword is extreme, he will definitely not be able to perform perfectly.

———If it’s just this kind of victory or defeat, it’s meaningless.

"Hmph, the little girl is always sharp-tongued. I only hope that you will still be alive when I recover."

Sword Master Wangyun understood that she would definitely not use the sword to kill today, even though he couldn't hide his interest, he could only take the green bamboo sword back to his body and give up persuasion.

"Speaking of which, today is the day for the Xianmen to accept disciples, right? You don't think you are here to apprentice?"

It was a sudden idea, wasted for a long time, only then did he think about the business, Sword Master Wang Yun looked at Ji Xue with some doubts and asked.

If at any time these new disciples were so against the sky, then their Qixuan Dao would be afraid of some powerful prophecy of the heaven list, and if disasters dared to come, they would be cut off with a single sword.

"Sword out, friend protector."

Facing this man standing at the top of the cultivation world, Ji Xue remained arrogant, but when she thought of her own purpose, her brows and eyelashes fluttered somewhat uncomfortably.

Her words were acceptable, Sword Master Wangyun nodded, and finally cast his gaze on Nan Sixian who was about to explode: "Huh? Then this girl is going to join my Fengming Sword Sect?"

The light in his eyes is like a sharp sword.

He didn't even use his spiritual energy, and he made Nan Sixian instantly forget the annoyance of being left alone, and his determination to show the faces of the two of them. All that was left was to grit his teeth and resist the idea of ​​surrender in his heart. Desperately.

How can a cultivator in the ascension period be underestimated even if he does not use his spiritual energy and only uses coercion to exert force?

That is different from the majesty of heaven, which oppresses the soul and compels people to comprehend, it is a crushing that completely forces her to kneel as an enemy.

Nan Sixian was in unbearable pain all over his body, and tried his best to raise his head to see the true meaning of Sword Master Wangyun, but he couldn't.

He came here to apprentice, logically speaking, he should kneel down, right?But at this time, she was unwilling to give in again like this.

The matter of reaching the sky ladder has been completely ignited, and the lofty ambition in her heart to dare to compete with the sky also has a firm goal of not losing to anyone, and more importantly——

She didn't want, didn't want to be forced to show that embarrassing look in front of Ji Xue again!

At this moment, Jianzun Wangyun, who was about to stop after seeing everything clearly, found that the person in front of him had changed.

Her mediocre aptitude and weak soul suddenly seemed unimportant under the splendor shining from her pair of unprovoked bright eyes.

The girl in red clenched her fists tightly and straightened her bent back with every effort. The fiery eyes were fighting spirit, unyielding, the purest thought, chasing, the future, and an unbreakable sword!

In an instant, the sound of the piano shook the sky, and the sword's intent pierced into the sky.

The quaint qin merges with the newborn sword, condensing into an unchanging red color, resisting the pressure of Wangyun Sword Master!

interesting.It's really interesting.

It turned out to be a sword intent, and it wasn't those vulgar and clumsy sword intents that could be taught. This was a unique sword intent that belonged only to her, only suited her soul, and was unique in the world.

First, he met a peerless opponent who was diametrically opposed to himself but was so strong that it made people tremble, and then met a good seedling with such aptitude and temperament that could still inspire his own sword intent. one day.

Jianzun Wangyun's cold and ruthless face showed a little bit of excitement, and he inadvertently withdrew his intention to keep his hand. Pei Ran Haoli immediately added a few points, trying to find out Nan Sixian's real bottom line.

This time it really hurt Nan Sixian.This guy's ascension stage is genuine, and it's still in the late stage of being a fairy.

The coercion of the superior without holding back, even if she can leapfrog the challenge with her own sword intent and Fuxiqin's prestige, but this level still has to be surpassed level by level!To use the foundation building stage to advance to the later stage, it is almost a dream for anyone to say.

Coupled with the fact that Sword Master Wangyun even released a trace of Wangqing sword intent on a whim, Nan Sixian's eyes suddenly turned black, his mouth was bleeding red from being pressed, and he almost fainted.

Fortunately, in just a moment, two pretty figures directly inserted themselves into the cruel child abuse scene, preventing the tragedy from happening.

"Already, enough."

"Damn old bastard! What are you doing while I'm away!"

One side is standing proudly in front of Nan Sixian, with Ji Xue's fingers condensed, performing a chaotic dance of ink marks all over the sky, full of endless green bamboo feelings, and no one is allowed to hurt Nan Sixian any more.

On the other side, there was a woman whose appearance was [-]% similar to Sword Master Wang Yun, with an angry face, her hands on her hips shouting and asking why.

"If you don't learn well all day long, you will know how to use swords and swords. If you are injured and don't know how to rest and sneak out, are you looking for death!"

The short-haired woman seemed to have a fiery temper, but she dared to point her nose and curse at the mighty Ascension Sword Master, which was really admirable.What's more, the words in her mouth caused Nan Sixian's heart to groan, and she couldn't help nodding her head in agreement.

"Cough, far away, image."

To say that Sword Master Wangyun is really worthy of being a senior who has practiced for a long time, facing such a shameful scene, he can actually wave his hand and put on a cool and supreme posture, amazing!

After his reminder, the short-haired woman finally noticed that their father and daughter were not the only ones at the top of the Nine Heavens this time.

Of the two extra people, one is cold and indifferent, just like her father, which is annoying, but the other has bright eyes and agrees, and she should have a common word with her.

"Cough cough cough, I'm Lu Yao, who are these two?"

She put on a ladylike face without changing her face, smiled perfectly, and bowed her head in salute.

——Sure enough, they are father and daughter, and even this thick skin is inherited by blood.

"Honorable guest, your junior sister."

Sword Master Wangyun made a gesture with his eyes, pointing out to Lu Yao the difference in their identities, and at the same time, it also indicated that he had completely recognized Nan Sixian as his disciple.

"Finally someone joined this Broken Sword Sect again?! That's great, junior sister and junior sister come over and let senior sister take you around the Nine Heavens Summit!"

The appearance that Lu Yao put on with great difficulty, after learning that Nan Sixian was about to be one of his own, he immediately didn't know which Java country he threw it to.She lived in seclusion with that boring old man for an unknown amount of time, but she found a junior sister who suited her tastes, and immediately pulled the bewildered Nan Sixian excitedly and ran away.

And Ji Xue, who was ignored by her, didn't care, just looked at the direction in which the two of them left, frowned, and said coldly: "The people are dead, and the gods are gone. Even if there is a sword intent to condense the soul, what's the matter?" meaning?"

"Ha!" Sword Master Wangyun's eyes flashed, and he turned his back, looking a little lonely, "Forget love, but blood and blood, how can it be easy to forget, how can you forget?"

"She's dead. You're still alive. Is it worth it...?" Ji Xue's eyelids drooped slightly, and the shadow cast by her long eyelashes covered her flickering purple pupils.

"Give up the strange force that suppresses your monstrous karma for that one person, how about you, is it worth it?"

For the dignified sword master, if you still can't see Ji Xue's situation full of disobedience, then all those years of cultivation are really in vain.

The sharp questions pierced the heart, splashed snow, wrapped in endless ink marks, leading to death, and silenced the vast world.

Standing in the unprecedented snow scene of the Nine Heavens, the swordsman, who couldn't see black and white clearly, brushed his fingers over the white hair hanging down his cheeks, and indifferently stroked to the ends of the hair, lighting up a few crystals.

The affectionate black sword mixed with the forgetful green bamboo, they groaned resoundingly like weeping and complaining together, but the only answer they sang was equally clear.

"...Of course it's worth it."