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The tip of Li Luo's sword hit Ning Xianshan's throat. As long as he was transferred a little inch, the once-famous silver spear of the desert would become the owner of the snow coffin.

On the snowy day, Ning Xianshan's forehead was covered with cold sweat and said with a wry smile: "I admit defeat, I admit defeat."

The twenty-four sword in front of me was like a scattered in the wind.

After Li Luo withdrew his sword, he slowly fell from mid-air.

Ning Xianshan reached out to call back the silver spear that was knocked away from the desert, then waved his sleeves to pick up the scattered scattered lying on the snow, the treetops, and the twelve bronze men at the bottom of the lake, wiped their sweat, and glanced at them with lingering fear.

After looking at the back of the century-old monster, he landed and followed Li Luo at a distance of several meters.

"Have you practiced the two swords of Cross Li Jian into one sword?" Ning Xianshan asked tentatively, carrying the silver spear of the desert.

"Yes, I have practiced a sword. Not only that, I have also transformed this sword, one life, two life, two life, three life infinite. I, Li Luo, have countless swords now." Li Luo hunched over and his voice was very calm

.It seems that his sword skills are as high as the world, and it is as ordinary and natural as the King of the Kunlun Sword and the Doctrine of the Mean Sword. There is nothing to be excited about or celebrated.

This ancient well has no waves, but a stone has stirred up a thousand waves in Ning Xianshan's ears. He looked at Li Luo's hunched back with one arm, and the footprints in the snow he walked by, thinking that he would not be able to do so in the future.

Look at this guy with a normal perspective.

This generation of geniuses was passed down through the world, the Emperor Alliance Emperor Wuxie, the Eight Hundred Sects Liancheng Jue, Huangfu Yi of Bodhi Academy, the Red Robe Female General Luo Bingwang, Yimian Chan, the Demon Clan Huanger, Kunlun Muyun Sword City, several of them were as famous back then.

There are rumors in the world, saying that Huangfu Yi's fate has fallen, An Hongdou has unarmed his armor, and one thought of Zen jumps out of the world. Moreover, in the past ten years, there are talented people in the country. If Tianji Pavilion is a different selection, these three people should not be reentered.

The list of geniuses. So a brand new geniuses’ famous book will be circulated in the market.

The four people of Di Wulei, Liancheng Jue, Huang'er, and Muyun Jiancheng are still in line. On this basis, there is also a Fengxue Yincheng Luo Changfeng, the Doctrine of the Mean Sword King Xiaoer, the Ming King of Dongchu Junze Yu, and Bodi

The new director of the academy, Li Xingyun, even Yan Ningxue, the Great Yan Empire who had been in the robbery three times, formed a new genius book.

Now it seems that I am afraid that there will be another leader in swordsmanship in the world, with one arm falling.

Leaf seems to be hesitating from the snow

He heard Ning Xianshan’s thoughts in his footsteps and said to himself: “Are you a genius? Haha, you have to survive to count.”

...

Li Luo's rise to the top of the world's swordsmanship depends on the sharpening of a hundred years of swordsmanship. Of course, we cannot completely deny talent. After all, if we don't have some understanding, Li Taibai, the two-armored chess and swordsmanship, would not stop at the Jiangdu City. But it's up to me to say that

Strictly speaking, it is not considered a talent. Think about Yan Ningxue, who has transformed into a tribulation for three steps, and Muyun Sword City, which is sitting and watching the mountains with millions of swords, what is the talent transcendent? It is vivid in my mind.

Let’s just leave a long way, there is one more person right now.

The three of them, the ten sons, were drinking under the moon, missing their homesickness to enjoy the snow, and accidentally broke through the realm and transformed into disasters and realized their supernatural powers.

Li Luo also returned to Zhuluyuan to hear about this. Without saying much, the two of them drank a few more sips of strong wine together. For Li Xingyun, Yan Ningxue, Jiang Manlou in the distance, and the unknown whereabouts.

Luo Changfeng was the widow of the Yinhui Guantianrenjian, and the Mo Xiangqi, and the Chongyang Dynasty.

...

Bodhi Academy Library.

The quiet lamp window reflected the figure, and the man sat upright in front of the desk, lowering his head to flip through the book. A lonely lamp on the table swayed in the wind, the wind never stopped, but the fire never faded. Until the second hour, the candle was formed As the gray. At the same time the lights went out, the figure finally got up with the book.

Duan Qianjie walked to the window, looked up at the bright moonlight in the sky, and his eyes were smiling.

He said, "I'm going to say goodbye."

There is no one in the library except Duan Qianjie. Who is he talking to? Of course, it is not the starry sky, the moon, nor the mountain wind, the flowers butterflies. The sound of the sky sword only falls into one person's ears. That person is not in the library, but in the courtyard. A long courtyard.

Among the pear blossoms and trees in the courtyard, Ling'er, who was standing on the stone bridge, heard this, gave a blessing in the direction of the library and said, "Take care, senior."

Tiandao Duan Qianjie nodded, thought for a while and said, "A good book will benefit endlessly."

Ling'er chuckled: "It was made up by him."

Duan Qianjie naturally knew that the book on the book was written by Li Xingyun. He also heard that the dean met a gentleman in the imperial capital of Wanfo, and he knew even more that Ling'er had never read this book.

He said, "Director Li has a saying in the book."

Ling'er's eyes showed a brilliant look: "Is it left for me?"

Duan Qianjie said, "I think it's for me."

All of us.”

Ling'er asked, "What's the saying?"

Duan Qianjie said: "Director Li said, let's suffer for three winters and four summers, and temporarily suffer some of this pain. When the snow is over, look at the plum blossoms..."

After breaking the thousand-kid stars, he walked out of the library, then went down to Bodhi Mountain, and left Bodhi City.

He walked away from the wind, returned to the Duanjia, left the knife tomb of the forbidden area, and did nothing else, but he was a little crazy and razed the entire forbidden area to the ground. The remaining elders of the family, I dare not intercept him, nor can I intercept him.

After that, Duan Qianjie left Tiandong and headed west.

Unlike the snowy night in Wuxiang Daozong, it entered the sky east at night, and the snowy night in the snowy night, until the gods entered the Zhuluyuan City without realizing it, and it did not make any noise. It was like a journey. , a little dusty.

Standing outside the shop, he shook the snow on his body, and the tall old god knife looked at the limerick on the door's reputation stone, and saw that he was still unsatisfied.

So Duan Qianjie waved his sleeves and saw that there were two more lines of characters on the stone tablet.

It says: Don’t stop the cup before you finish it.

Ignoring the drunkard on the street and at the entrance of the inn, Duan Qianjie walked into the wine shop, covering up his energy, he was an ordinary old man, and then sat in an ordinary corner.

Today, the old shopkeeper was personally entertaining the drinkers for the first time. There was no way. The twenty-four years old who were originally clamoring for sex here, but they didn't see anyone tonight. Buyilou and those big men who made decisions naturally sent a secret. Many people are looking for it, but the old winemaker is too lazy to get distracted.

When the crowd came and went, the old wine head was surprised. He carried the pot of treasured wine and walked over with a smile, and sat facing the two of them with Tiandao Duan Qianjie.

The old wine head is not stingy, and the glass is full of precious wine.

The wine is fragrant and rare in the world.

Suddenly, countless eyes gathered in the wine shop. Some were surprised, some were angry, some were regretful, and some were looking at the tall old man sitting opposite the old wine head.

Duan Qianjie only stared at the stunning cup of wine, frowned and asked, "Is this the fireworks on earth?"

The old wine head raised his glass to invite him, smiling at his belated old friend: "There is not enough."

Duan Qianjie chuckled and drank the wine in the glass.

"Don't stop."