Cangshan has snow, Senior Sister has a sword 

Chapter 7: Cangshan has snow, Senior Sister has a sword 

Yu Xiaotang was stunned for a moment, then puffed up her cheeks and said, "I've never heard of it." 

Lin Xuanyan was stunned for a moment, then smiled and said, "It's okay. Senior Sister, I'll give this to you as well." 

As he spoke, Lin Xuanyan took out a long leather-wrapped box from his bosom, opened it, and the cold light of the sword shone through. 

That was a new sword. 

The sword is like a willow leaf, the blade is very thin and narrow, reflecting the cold light. 

Yu Xiaotang asked, "I heard from my second apprentice brother that you went down the mountain to forge a sword two months ago. Could it be this one?" 

Lin Xuanyan said: "Well. This is a sword tailor-made for you. Your previous sword was too heavy and did not suit your sword style. This sword is just right. Senior sister, please accept it." 

Yu Xiaotang was grateful, but also complained: "Why didn't you give it to me earlier? I would have had time to get used to it." 

As she spoke, she took out her sword and swung it around. The sword passed through the wind without making any sound, and it was very handy. 

Lin Xuanyan said: "Your ability couldn't use it before, but now you can." 

Yu Xiaotang said "oh" indifferently, but when he thought that this was a gift from his junior fellow apprentice, he felt very happy. 

The sound of gongs rang in his ears, and Yu Xiaotang's heart skipped a beat, as if he was facing a formidable enemy. 

Pei Yuhan happened to come out of the cave and quickly said, "Xiaotang, your safety is the most important. Master doesn't care about winning or losing." 

Yu Xiaotang nodded obediently and walked towards the ring. Her petite and lovely body was like a landscape and also like a ray of light. 

Although she nodded, her hand holding the sword was very tight. 

Junior brother has worked so hard, I must not embarrass myself. 

This is the last round of today's competition. 

Among them, two very popular young monks were also there. One was the young master of Cuiyun City who was fighting against Yu Xiaotang, and the other was Ji Xinian, the eldest son of Yinyang Pavilion. 

Ji Xinian was as weak as a patient. 

He had a blue silk scarf tied around his clean white wrist. 

His body was as thin as a woman's, but no one dared to look down on him. 

Not only because of the Yin Yang Pavilion standing behind him, but also because he had already reached the peak of the sixth realm at such a young age. According to rumors, he had even entered the seventh realm. 

The young master of Cuiyun City was a famously handsome man, with sharp features, like a sculpture. His long hair was tied up with a purple-gold crown, and two strands of hair hung down on the sides of his face, which made his wild look even more elegant. 

His pupils were deep, and just staring at Yu Xiaotang made Yu Xiaotang, who had finally mustered up his fighting spirit, feel frightened. 

Zhong Hua looked at the sword-wielding girl in front of him and suddenly smiled: "My opponent is actually a girl like you, but it's good, it's better than meeting that sissy." As he said this, he couldn't help but glance at Ji Xinian in the next arena. 

Ji Xinian was very thin, but his face was extremely handsome, and he looked even more girlish than a girl. 

Zhong Hua pulled the corner of his mouth in disdain, a cold and arrogant aura surrounded his body, and suddenly, his long hair fluttered, and wisps of invisible aura spread around his body. 

He said solemnly: "Destroy Zhong Hua of Yuncheng." 

Yu Xiaotang also said seriously: "Han Gong Sword Sect Yu Xiaotang." 

There was still no suspense in everyone's eyes about this battle. Although Zhao Nian had performed extremely well just now, everyone still felt that this little girl would not bring any surprises. 

Pei Yuhan stood on the stands with a solemn look on his face. 

Ji Yitian had stood side by side with her without knowing when. Pei Yuhan moved to the side, with a look of disgust that was difficult to conceal. 

Ji Yitian said: "Fairy Pei, rest assured, I will keep my promise. As the head of Yin Yang Pavilion, I have the generosity to do this." 

Pei Yuhan said calmly: "That would be best." 

Ji Yitian smiled and said, "What do you think of my young master?" 

Pei Yuhan didn't even bother to move her eyes: "Not interested." 

Ji Yitian sneered: "If I remember correctly, your female disciple is only at the third level, right?" 

Pei Yuhan said coldly: "So what?" 

Ji Yitian laughed dumbly: "It's nothing, it's nothing, I just want to see how many moves this little girl can survive." 

As soon as he finished speaking, many curious disciples of Yin Yang Pavilion started to whisper to each other and began to bet on how many moves Yu Xiaotang could survive. 

The shortest is one move, and the longest is thirty moves. 

Some people even pledged their monthly salary. 

Pei Yuhan looked at this absurd scene, his expression becoming even colder. 

At this moment, she actually saw Lin Xuanyan had joined the group of people without her noticing. 

"Make way, make way." Lin Xuanyan said loudly: "I want to press too." 

After saying this, he took a jade pendant of excellent quality from his waist and slapped it on the ground. 

When everyone saw that it was actually a disciple of the Sword Sect, they wondered if the Sword Sect's own disciples had come to take advantage of the situation. 

He couldn't help laughing so hard that he fell forward and backward: "Okay, okay, you can also press, how many rounds can you press your sister?" 

Someone looked at Pei Yuhan with a playful look on his face. As expected, Pei Yuhan's face turned very bad when she saw Lin Xuanyan joining in the fun: "Xuanyan, why are you here to join in the fun?" 

Ji Yitian also said: "Okay, everyone, stop making trouble." Although he said so, he did not make any move to stop it, and continued to look at Lin Xuanyan as if he was watching a play. 

Lin Xuanyan stretched himself lazily, ignoring his master's reprimand. He picked up the jade pendant again, slapped it towards the opposing side of the bets, and said shockingly: "I bet on my senior sister to win!" 

"What?" 

"Let me take a look at this jade pendant. Is it fake?" 

"Crazy, crazy. The Sword Sect members are either mentally retarded or crazy. Only Zhao Nian looks a bit like him." 

Lin Xuanyan stood aside with his arms folded across his chest, while they continued to check the jade pendant's authenticity. 

Pei Yuhan also stood there in a daze for a long time, and finally had to smile bitterly. 

Lin Xuanyan urged, "Master Beauty, do you want to put some pressure on me too? Trust Senior Sister!" 

Pei Yuhan would not participate in such a boring behavior. Just as she was about to scold him, a very clear but pleasant voice suddenly rang out: "I bet on winning too." 

The voice was so clear and cold, like the stream water that had just melted under the snowy mountains. Everyone turned around and saw a girl in a black dress who had walked out of the cave at some point and came to the simple gambling table. 

Everyone's eyes fell on the snow-white calves under the black skirt, intentionally or unintentionally. 

Ji Yitian was dumbfounded, and then he jumped up and said anxiously: "Chan'er, why are you joining in the fun! You bet on Yu Xiaotang to win? What are you betting on?" 

Ji Chanxi thought about it and said seriously: "Is the Eight-phase Mirror okay?" 

Ji Yitian held his forehead and sighed, his blood boiling, and for a moment he felt mixed emotions, not knowing what to say. 

The disciples were shocked, thinking that the rumor was that the young lady was not only unable to practice, but also had mental problems. They were skeptical at the time, but now it seems to be true. It turns out that such stunning beauty comes at a huge price. 

Ji Yitian compromised and said, "Go ahead and bet. Just bet on the Eight Phase Mirror. If you lose, you'll give it to your own disciples. I don't believe any disciple would dare to accept it." 

Ji Chanxi really put the Eight Phase Mirror on it. 

Everyone looked at this legendary artifact, rubbed their dry eyes, and was stunned. 

The first person to react quickly said to the Pavilion Master: "Disciple dare not." 

Everyone said: "Disciple dare not." 

Ji Yitian nodded in satisfaction and calmed down a little. 

Unexpectedly, Ji Chanxi took back the Eight-phase Mirror and said seriously: "This is meaningless." 

Ji Yitian looked helpless, thinking, what on earth do you want to do? 

Lin Xuanyan was the only one in the room who looked like he had found a confidant. He quickly took off his purse and handed it to Ji Chanxi, saying sincerely, "I'll lend it to you. Bet. Remember to pay me back when you win." 

Ji Chanxi took the purse solemnly and placed it on the ground meticulously. 

She was confused: Why do people look at me like an idiot? 

Unexpectedly, Ji Xinian's battle was the first to end. 

Although he looked even weaker than a willow-like woman, he was elusive in battle, and his victory was almost one-sided. 

After this battle, Ji Xinian's support rate will surely continue to rise. 

The second match was also over, and the winner was a disciple of the Creation Sect named Li Yan. 

The winner of the third round was Zhou Yi, a senior disciple of Tianyun Mountain. 

The fourth match was still going on fiercely. The girl who was thought to be defeated instantly showed an extremely amazing swordsmanship. Could this be the second surprise of the Sword Sect? 

On the fourth stage, the two figures had fought for dozens of rounds, but were still evenly matched. 

Yu Xiaotang held the sword that was made for her, and she was secretly surprised. She didn't know why, but she was more comfortable with the sword today than ever before, as if all the sword moves had been integrated into her body, and she was able to draw and draw the sword as smoothly as flowing water. 

The mana in his body also seemed to have been forcibly expanded and increased by more than double. 

She didn't know what happened to her body, but she vaguely knew that it was related to Lin Xuanyan. 

The two figures crossed each other again, and fell down with a thud. Yu Xiaotang placed the tip of his sword in the air, using the elasticity of the sword to support his body. He spun around, landing on his feet with a slightly red face. 

Zhong Hua, however, used the cloud rising from his feet to cushion his impact, but still took a half step back after landing. 

He coughed twice and calmed down his slightly agitated blood: "I heard from my junior brother that you are only at the third level of cultivation. Now it seems that my junior brother really grew up eating shit." 

Yu Xiaotang only had a vague understanding of her own realm. She only felt that as long as she held the sword, she could cut off everything. 

The magic power poured into the sword, and with a long sound, Yu Xiaotang said nothing, and his body rose up with the sword, slashing at Zhong Hua with the sword, as fast as lightning. 

Zhong Hua made seals with both hands. 

A cloud of air instantly gathered in his chest, blocking the incoming sword like a shield. 

The sword slid across the cloud shield, and the soft cloud layer was not torn apart, but the sword was bent. Yu Xiaotang shouted softly, and twisted the hand holding the sword. With a hissing sound, sparks burst out between the cloud and the sword, and a flame burned, illuminating his eyebrows. 

The cloud shield was torn open a little. 

The sword was completely exhausted, and Yu Xiaotang retreated with the rebound of the sword. Zhong Hua's eyes turned cold, his brows became even gloomier, and he suddenly flicked his sleeves. The clouds dissipated in an instant, and arrows gathered in the air. 

The arrow flashed silently, like a poisonous snake spitting out its tongue, and instantly pierced towards Yu Xiaotang. 

Yu Xiaotang drew his sword to block, the sword flashed and passed by the arrow transformed from cloud. Yu Xiaotang quickly turned his face to avoid the residual force of the sword, and a few strands of hair were cut off and floated to the ground. 

Yu Xiaotang touched the ground with her toes, then bent her knees to use the force to rise, with the sword in front of her chest. The sword light ignited along with her petite body, and her momentum was overwhelming, as if the girl was a sword. 

The clouds shattered instantly, and a formation filled with sword energy instantly opened up from Yu Xiaotang as the center. 

Cold Palace Sword Formation! 

The clouds in the sky were torn into pieces, like pieces of satin and paper flying all over the sky. 

Zhong Hua's face was gloomy. He suppressed the distracting thoughts in his heart, leaped into the air, and suddenly came to the top of the sword formation, like a circling eagle. He formed a complex hand seal at a very fast speed and shouted: "Open!" 

The wind and water were blowing all around, and clouds gathered like dragons, rushing towards Yu Xiaotang from all directions. However, the girl looked normal, and raised her head slightly. Her eyes met Zhong Hua's for a moment through the rock-hard condensed air and clouds. 

She held the sword in her right hand and raised it from her left shoulder. She swung it suddenly, and the sword shone brightly. The sword was so powerful that her body was also moved by the sword, and it turned with the sword, drawing a round and beautiful curve, like a new moon blooming on the river bank, filling the field of vision. 

The clouds that gathered around suddenly split open, and the sword light became stronger, spreading out like ripples. 

The girl swung her sword again with her backhand, and with a loud hissing sound, a cloud of air was torn apart. 

Zhong Hua, who had been standing there casting spells, suddenly shouted loudly, and his body turned into a white rainbow and smashed towards Yu Xiaotang. 

Yu Xiaotang instantly sensed the terrifying aura pressing down on him, and his black and white sword outfit rustled as if filled with wind. 

She simply swung the sword out, and at the same time, she made hand gestures with both hands, and the flying sword was covered with a layer of deep red luster, and the sword light flashed and disappeared without a trace. 

During the short flight, the sword actually transformed into dozens of sword shadows! 

For a moment, the sky was filled with cold light, and the mighty sword formation collided with Zhong Hua's white rainbow. 

Two ripples of different colors spread out from the collision point. 

The turbulent clouds and sword energy mixed together, instantly blocking the view. 

In just a moment, Yu Xiaotang's body flew out of the air current. She retreated repeatedly, and the sword was back in her hand. She blocked left and right with the sword, blocking and pushing, and shattered the entangled clouds. 

Zhong Hua also broke through the clouds, retreated, and then used the rebound force to continue attacking with even greater momentum. 

White rainbow comes again. 

This time, Yu Xiaotang could only block with his sword horizontally. 

As the sword is swung horizontally, the sword's force sinks. 

The meaning of the ancient Xuanbing Li of the Hangong Sword Sect! 

The sword in his hand seemed to be in tune with his mind, and the sword energy spread out several times vertically, like a waterfall appearing out of nowhere, or a wall of armor rising from the ground. 

Bang! 

Zhong Hua gathered his energy into the tip of his fist, and with a straight strike, without any fancy moves, he smashed the sword curtain open and fiercely hit the sword. 

Yu Xiaotang's palms shook violently, and he groaned. The iron sword in his hand almost slipped out of his hand. The punch was so powerful that the sword was bent. The remaining force made the girl, who was firmly planted on the ground, slide several feet away. She only stopped at the edge of the ring. 

The huge elastic force caused by the bending of the sword also bounced Zhong Hua back. From time to time, clouds appeared on his back to ease the impact. Even so, he took several steps back after landing on the ground, and only stopped after a period of shaking. 

His blood was surging, and the punch he just threw was also caused by his full strength. 

But even that didn't break her sword energy in one go. 

Is this the fifth realm of cultivation? 

Or the Six Realms? 

"You gave me a lot of surprises." Zhong Hua lifted his sleeves and wiped his lips. 

There was a bright red stain on his sleeve. 

Yu Xiaotang's situation was even worse. 

The knuckles where she held the sword had begun to bleed, so she was forced to hold the sword with her left hand. She bent down and slowly stood up, trying to keep herself steady. 

The battle just now was extremely dangerous, but it also made her realize a lot. She let out a breath, frowned and said, "Stop talking nonsense." After that, the sword energy shot out from the edge of the arena with her, and the sword light was like a meteor, bright and dazzling. 

Pei Yuhan, who had been watching the game for a long time, was already so surprised that she couldn't express it in words. She looked at Lin Xuanyan, who looked calm, and asked in surprise: "You...you knew it a long time ago?" 

Lin Xuanyan answered the question irrelevantly: "Senior sister is so talented and has such a good foundation. She herself doesn't even know it." 

Ji Chanyi lay on the railing of the stand, her body slightly tilted up because of her movements, her seductive curves full of eroticism. 

She herself was unaware of it, her head resting on the railing, staring intently at the ring. 

The taunting had long since died down, and those who had been betting for a few rounds had basically all lost. 

Because the person who had pressed the most could only fight for thirty rounds, and just now, the two figures had fought for dozens of rounds in a row, with the cloud energy and sword energy entangled and turbulent, making it difficult to tell who was stronger. 

After watching for a long time, Ji Yitian sighed: "Not bad, really good. Pei Yuhan, I underestimated your Sword Sect after all. This girl is at least at the peak of the fifth realm. If her opponent was not Zhong Hua, she would have won easily." 

Lin Xuanyan agreed: "That's true. It's really harder for Zhong Hua to win." 

Ji Yitian laughed dumbly: "You are so arrogant. Although your sister did perform well, if she continues to fight like this, she will definitely be worn down by Zhong Hua." 

Yu Xiaotang on the stage had already realized his disadvantage. Although each of his attacks was fierce and unmatched, Zhong Hua was always able to defend and attack with his skillful skills, and in the end, he fell into a passive position. 

Bang! 

There was another collision, and the hastily formed cloud was cut into thousands of strands by the sword energy. Zhong Hua retreated, and a white cloud emerged from under his feet, supporting his retreating figure. On the way back, he swung his arm, and five cloud arrows were fired from his five fingers, some of which were vicious, some fierce, and some sharp. Several arrows pierced along a straight flight trajectory. 

Yu Xiaotang was busy changing his body shape, and just managed to block it with his sword, but an arrow still broke through his defense and whistled away. Although he dodged sideways, his robe was still torn into a huge hole, and blood splattered, even with some pieces of flesh. 

As the silk tore open, a large area of ​​snow-white skin was exposed. In an instant, her body was numb with pain, and the sword was about to slip out of her hand. She had no time to care about her sudden exposure. She made a sword flower with her left hand holding the sword. Although her teeth were chattering with pain, how could she be distracted during a duel? 

The sword in his hand seemed to sense the pain of its master, and the sword light flashed in all directions, exploding into a handful of fireworks. 

The sky was covered with clouds, and Zhong Hua's figure disappeared on the spot. 

Yu Xiaotang stared at the approaching sea of ​​clouds with his eyes wide open. Suddenly, the sword made a clear sound, and Yu Xiaotang shouted: "Break it!" He swung the sword with his left hand, and a majestic sword energy was suddenly stimulated and slashed towards a certain part of the sea of ​​clouds. 

With a loud screech, Zhong Hua's figure was cut out of the sea of ​​clouds, and a huge hole was torn in his sleeves. 

Zhong Hua's face was gloomy, and he disappeared again after a flicker of his body. 

Yu Xiaotang sneered, and this time he swung his sword without hesitation. There was another sound of clothes being torn apart, and this time Zhong Hua had another wound on his body. 

"Why?" Zhong Hua looked painful. 

Yu Xiaotang was too lazy to answer, the long sword in his hand transformed into thousands of shadows. Zhong Hua stopped asking questions, the sea of ​​clouds still did not dissipate, he disappeared again, this time, Yu Xiaotang could not detect his aura. 

In just a moment, she felt a chill down her spine. 

She subconsciously made a sword-carrying gesture to block her back, but she didn't expect a fist to suddenly come out from the sea of ​​clouds in front of her. It was too late to block it. The fist hit her chest firmly, tearing her clothes and leaving her snow-white breasts bloody. 

"That's enough!" Pei Yuhan couldn't bear it any longer and said quickly, "Xiaotang, stop hitting me!" 

Yu Xiaotang looked at her scarred chest, the pain sweeping through her body, she was thinking whether there would be scars here...whether it would be ugly... 

Lin Xuanyan also looked solemn. The strength of his opponent was beyond his expectations. Sweat started to form on his hands. He rubbed his palms and looked at the arena without saying a word. 

Yu Xiaotang could not hear Pei Yuhan's cry. Although she was injured and in great pain, her fighting spirit was extremely high and her sword power was rising steadily, which was lower than at the beginning. 

Her eyes were like swords, her long hair was swaying in the wind, her pretty face was slightly flushed, she clenched her teeth, the tip of her sword pointed to the sky. 

Zhong Hua's expression was stern. The seventh move of the Hangong Sword Sect, clearing away the clouds and waves? 

Sword Qis were emanating from her body, bursting with brilliant colors. The swirling sword Qis stirred up the clouds, like rolling dust. 

The sea of ​​clouds is unyielding, still pressing down layer by layer. 

Yu Xiaotang's delicate features became dark and gloomy, and a ferocious look flashed across her face. She took a deep breath, and her fluttering clothes were torn apart by her own sword energy! 

The shredded clothes were like clouds and cotton wool, but the sword's will was still rising. 

It seemed as if the fight just now was just a minor one. 

Zhong Hua, who was hiding in the sea of ​​clouds, had a strange look on his face. He continued to use the clouds to attack, but suddenly his expression changed drastically. 

This is not clearing the clouds at all. 

This sword can split the sky and destroy the waves! 

According to legend, a hundred years ago, a tsunami occurred in the Moon Sea, and the waves rose up to a height of a hundred feet, and were about to swallow up the surrounding towns. The Sword Sect leader Pei Yuhan relied on his own sword to cut through the huge waves at the critical moment, and the huge waves that fell on the earth were only a heavy rain. 

The heavy rain was a revelation. 

Although Yu Xiaotang's cultivation is far inferior to that of his master, the outstanding style of this sword is no less than that of the past. 

Pei Yuhan was in a trance, and suddenly burst into tears, unable to utter a word. 

It was too late for Zhong Hua to withdraw. The rock-like indestructible sea of ​​clouds suddenly split open a huge crack. The skylight and the sword light poured in from the crack. The crack continued to expand, and the initial line instantly stretched into an extremely long crack. 

The vast sea of ​​clouds was abruptly cut in half. 

Zhong Hua's figure fell out of the sea of ​​clouds like a kite with its string cut off. He coughed up blood and kept retreating, stumbling, his steps unsteadily. Finally, his body shook violently, and he knelt on one knee and spat out another mouthful of blood. 

His head was hanging down, his headband was broken, his hair was scattered and stuck to his face and shoulders, he looked extremely embarrassed. 

Yu Xiaotang was also at the end of her strength. Her sword power reached its peak and then dropped madly. The backlash of the sword itself also made her spit out a mouthful of blood. 

The wound on his body opened up, and blood stained most of his robe. 

"Awesome... Awesome..." Zhong Hua kept coughing. He finally stood up, still trembling and shaky. He looked at Yu Xiaotang, whose chest kept rising and falling, and suddenly found that this girl was really pretty and cute. She would definitely be a beauty when she grows up. At the critical moment of the battle, he suddenly asked inexplicably: "Why don't you stop fighting and be my wife. From now on, Cuiyun City will be your home." 

Yu Xiaotang didn't even think twice about the dirty talk and said, "Get lost!" 

Zhong Hua was slightly startled. Although he was not 100% sincere in what he said, he was indeed moved. Most importantly, he was also on the verge of exhaustion. After hesitating for a long time, he asked, "Would you really like to consider it?" 

Yu Xiaotang ignored him and made an ancient sword-holding gesture. 

Zhong Hua sighed heavily, patted his chest, and forced himself to suppress the severe injury. He said softly: "That day, a rainstorm rarely seen in a hundred years fell in Cuiyun City, with black clouds and white rain..." 

Yu Xiaotang didn't want to listen to his introduction of the moves, and attacked with a sword. 

Zhong Hua sighed slightly: "I wanted to use this move on Xiao Wang or Ji Xinian, but I didn't expect to use it on you, a little girl." 

A long wind came from the sky, lingering around him, as if Zhong Hua was the eye of the wind, and the long wind gathered into a vortex and condensed into a tornado. 

The vast clouds gathered around him again, but the color of the clouds changed from white to black, condensing together to form an indestructible wall. 

That one glance gave people an unbreakable sense of powerlessness and despair. 

The dark clouds lifted up Zhong Hua. Zhong Hua's shadow seemed to weigh a thousand pounds. He also became part of the clouds, which were the thickest and darkest clouds before a storm. 

Dark clouds are pressing down on the city, threatening to destroy it! 

The oppressive atmosphere made even the bystanders feel a little breathless, not to mention Yu Xiaotang who was in it and was injured. 

"The moves are fierce and the momentum is terrifying. He is worthy of the title of young and promising." Ji Yitian, who was watching the fight from afar, asked: "Your apprentice can only go so far." 

"Amazing... I didn't expect that the small Sword Sect could be so powerful that it could force Zhong Hua into this state." 

"Black cloud destroyed the city. How could a little girl be able to handle the young city lord's special skills? It's time to end it." 

"The Sword Sect's strength seems to be pretty good, but their luck is just too bad." 

"At this point, the only option is to break the move. If it's just a simple move, which sword move can be heavier and more powerful than this?" 

Everyone was talking about it, and they all felt a little sorry. 

Clouds within a few miles also came from all directions and gathered above Zhong Hua's head. Yu Xiaotang's figure holding a sword in front of him looked so small, like an ant that could be swallowed up at any time. 

Is this the end? Yu Xiaotang felt very regretful. 

She could feel the aura of that move, which was more than twice as powerful as before. She couldn't take it no matter what, so she might as well give up the sword and admit defeat. She looked at the slowly approaching black clouds, which seemed to have a giant dragon tumbling in them, puffing out clouds and mist. 

Zhong Hua's shadow could no longer be found in the field of vision, and the rumbling sound of thunder was heard from inside, shaking people's hearts and minds. 

For some reason, she suddenly thought of her junior brother, how he had touched her head time and time again, and how he had said before she came here, "The immortal touched my head." 

She vaguely understood that the time and time again the junior brother touched her head, he was giving her something, but she just didn't notice it. 

My junior brother seemed to have given me something... Why can't I remember it for a moment? 

What is it? 

What exactly is it? 

A huge dragon head suddenly emerged from the black cloud. Zhong Hua stood on the dragon head formed by the black cloud, looking extremely arrogant. He rode the dragon down and let out a loud roar: "If you can handle this move, you are my father!" 

Black clouds and mists were pouring down, and Yu Xiaotang's figure was submerged in the clouds. 

But Yu Xiaotang's eyes suddenly lit up. 

It was a snowy day, and her junior brother had taught her three swords. The first two were ordinary, but the third sword's sword-moving and luck-moving method was extremely strange, and she couldn't use it at all. 

Later, the junior fellow was punished by the master to kneel down because of this. 

How to use this sword... 

She held the sword with both hands and raised it high. Although the way to circulate the Qi with the sword was a little unfamiliar, she finally remembered it. 

She stood there, holding the sword solemnly, like a pilgrim kneeling to heaven and earth, respecting life and death! 

There is a blue rainbow rising from the ground, showing the majestic weather. 

Beauty is like jade and sword is like rainbow! 

A blazing sword light that was so bright that it blinded people suddenly lit up without warning, as if a spark had splashed into the hay, and the flames of the prairie fire shot up into the sky, illuminating the whole area. 

Purple lightning and green frost are galloping, and the sea of ​​clouds is rolling in rage. 

In the indestructible clouds like a city, beams of light broke through the clouds, and the rainbow light illuminated the entire venue. 

She held the sun in her hands! 

The brilliance is blazing, the light is glittering, and the vitality is vigorous. 

That was the first sunrise rising above the cold and lonely Cangshan Mountain that had been covered with snow for thousands of years! 

Ji Yitian looked at the sword with a blank expression. 

A gorgeous woman in a green dress on the top of the Jietian Tower hurriedly ran outside to look out, not caring at all about her naked body revealing her beauty. 

A man in red who was leisurely drinking in a small restaurant in Chengjun City suddenly had his glass shaken. The man was startled for a moment, smiled softly, and slowly put down the glass. 

The boy in bright yellow robe beside him jumped up excitedly and leaned over to the window to look out. 

The disciples with low cultivation base were so blinded by the sword that they could not even open their eyes. 

After three thousand years, the Demon Sect's sword intent reappears in the world. 

However, the one wielding it was not the arrogant leader of the Demon Sect, but a fifteen or sixteen-year-old girl who had mastered the swordsmanship to a certain extent. 

But enough is enough. 

Many, many years later, in the long history, this was the first sunrise that rose in the sword art that had been dead for a hundred years. 

Pei Yuhan stared at the sun that broke through the clouds, her pupils reflecting the sword light, and her face was already in tears. 

Lin Xuanyan stood beside her, holding his hands tightly in his sleeves. Although he said nothing, his heart was already filled with thousands of waves and piles of snow. 

He closed his eyes. 

This scene seemed like a lifetime ago.