Late at night in the courtyard, Xiao Shu stood under the tree, and the leaves fell in the courtyard.

"It is difficult to establish such a prejudice in my opinion."

The boy's words are still in his ears.

Is it really so difficult to open this Tianmen?

Xiao Shu stared at the dim red rosary on his hand, and once again thought of the man in red in his dream. His heart suddenly became clear. He had never practiced for becoming an immortal. He used to be to survive, but now...

What kind of immortality, demonic path, I, Xiao Shu, have only one person and one sword!

With a thought in mind, all thoughts were gone, and nothing else was in my eyes. Xiao Shu concentrated his mind and entered the world. The sword intent spread. Before he could wait for it, he would force the gate of heaven to open today. He raised his hand lightly and said "Sword."

Almost at this moment, Zhang Daoquan, who was far away in the sword tomb of Qingyun Sect in Yanzhou, was pouring tea, and the red sandalwood box on his back was trembling. He patted the wooden box and chuckled, "If you want to go, go."

Tai'a, Kunwu, Chixiao, the three swords of heaven, earth and man were immediately unsheathed like a rainbow, and the sword aura rose in the wind and turned into three rays of light towards the southern city of Muzhou. The speed was so fast that it was hard to reach the naked eye.

Zhang Daoquan stood up, pressed his hand, and the ten thousand swords that were constantly trembling in the sword tomb suddenly became quiet. He looked at the bright moon from afar and said, "I am not alone, I have nothing to do with you, so I can help you open the gate of heaven."

The white messenger in the illusory realm of Yinzhou seemed to feel something. He looked up north and said softly, "Go."

The three-foot autumn water turned into white under the moonlight and flew into the sky and headed towards Muzhou.

On the Zhongshan Mountain in Qingzhou, Qing Xuanzi was playing the piano by the cliff. Suddenly, she felt that Tianwen was restless and drifted out of the sheath and hovered in the sky for three weeks. A sword light slashed out towards Muzhou. Under the moonlight, it seemed like a clear spring, and then fell straight down and inserted in front of Qing Xuanzi.

Ten thousand swords moved together and went to Muzhou together.

It was a wonder. In a moment, the entire Nancheng was a sea of ​​swords, standing above the sky, covering the sky, blocking the sun, and not seeing the sun, the moon, the wind and clouds. Only the sword light was cold. Fortunately, it was late at night and there was no one, otherwise this scene would have been destined to be recorded and passed into a myth.

The coming swords were still not stopping, more and more, layer by layer, Xiao Shu stood with his sword closed his eyes and held it. He was still waiting for the moment when his sword intent climbed to the extreme.

Thunder and lightning fell, as if they wanted to completely erase the man who had strongly opened the sky gate, but was scattered by the sword energy that soared into the sky. Even the sky could not do anything about the towering sword sea!

Xiao Shu suddenly opened his eyes. At this moment, the last five swords from the sky flew over, including the three swords of heaven, earth and man, three feet of autumn water, and an illusory sword shadow Tianwen.

"go."

Xiao Shu loosened his hand, and the red leaves rose into the sky and soared into the sky. The millions of swords followed him, following the red leaves, turning into a dragon and soaring straight into the sky, without fear of thunder, as if he wanted to tear a hole in the sky.

"How many legendary swordsmen have been around since ancient times? He will succeed in front of the Tianmen?" On the tower of Xiangyue, a woman in white was drinking and looking at the amazing sword Chaoyoulong drunk.

"He can." Linglongzi said calmly, but still lowered his head to play the piano.

“Why?”

"If the selfless sword is used, if he draws his sword, the Heavenly Gate will not be able to stop it."

On Nancheng Street.

"North and Nan, what do you think that is?" The girl looked up and pointed at the sky.

"The fish want to jump out of the water, but it is a splash of water." The boy said without raising his head.

"It's just as light as you can say, I saw a sea of ​​swords!"

"So what about the sword sea? In front of the heavenly way, everything is empty. Forcing the way to open the heavenly gate is an unwise move. He is so desperate that if the heavenly gate does not open, he is afraid that his sword will be destroyed." The young man sighed.

"What's the meaning?"

"It means, run away quickly! I don't want to be affected by the fish pond."

Wang Banxian was sleeping soundly at this moment, and suddenly a thunder woke him up. The indescribable sense of depression made him climb out of bed before he even had time to put on his clothes. When he opened the door, he felt a gust of cold wind, which made him tremble. The white fluff that kept falling in front of him reached out to take it, and it turned out to be frost and snow.

The snow falls in July and August is abnormal. When I looked up, I was stunned for a moment. I lowered my head and rubbed my eyes. I thought I was sleeping in a daze. Why did I see a dragon? I looked up again and looked closely and saw it. It was really right. It was a thousand-foot-skirt dragon composed of swords hovering in the sky, purple thunder fell on the dragon, and each time there was a broken sword falling from the dragon.

"I think I don't sleep in the middle of the night and insist on opening the Tianmen. It's good now. It's fine if my own shortcomings are enough, but I even attract thousands of swords to gather together. I want to see how you end up." Wang Banxian didn't sleep comfortably, and felt a little unhappy. He went into the house and put on his clothes, moved a small chair and sat in front of the door. He made up his mind to have a good look at this good show of fighting with the Tianmen.

The two most difficult death barriers for cultivators in this world are the opening of the Heavenly Gate and the Ascension of Immortality. The former has no direction to speak of, and it depends entirely on feelings. Many people have to die in the Heavenly Profound Realm after wasting their lives. The latter has to go through tribulation and lose their mortal body, and the pain is even more indescribable.

Many cultivators in ancient and modern times have many geniuses, but there are still few celestial realms and few have ascended to immortality. Today, only one Yu Zihan has appeared in the past and a hundred years.

Today, the cold snow falls on July night, and the sword in the south city gathers millions.

Time in the courtyard seemed to have stopped. Xiao Shu stood still, like a dead tree, but if he looked closely, he could find that the fingertips of his right hand were constantly trembling, and every subtle movement made the sword tide hovering in the sky move.

As the sword intent continued to rise, the swords seemed to be right in front of him. Xiao Shu even saw the scars on each sword, and the remaining bloody smell after each wipe. Every thunder fell and shattered dozens of swords, the sound of shattering was endless.

Xiao Shu felt a headache. Even at his level, he could not control such a complex swordsmanship. It would be a little unsustainable in a moment, and his aura gradually weakened.

If you want to open the gate of heaven, you need to understand the Tao and the heart, and this is exactly what Xiao Shu has shortcomings. During this period, Xiao Shu has always wanted to understand his own Tao, but it seems that he is always so bad. He has already understood the heart, but he still needs to understand the Tao.

Xiao Shu had only one word in his mind, borrow it!

Borrow the sword and make the way!

Since a sword is not enough to open the gate of heaven, then borrow the sword of the world.

This is not a good way, but it is the only way that Xiao Shu can think of. If you follow the ordinary method, you may not be able to achieve it in another ten or twenty years. To put it bluntly, Xiao Shu was just driving the ducks to the shelves this time and decided to force himself.

This was not what he suddenly decided, but the increasingly obvious irritability that made Xiao Shu feel worried and selfless. His biggest reliance was his greatest reliance, but as he approached the heavens and man, his mood became increasingly unstable. If he lost control, it would not be impossible to fall into the state, and he would even lose himself and fall into frenzy.

When his mood was clear, Xiao Shu knew that the time was coming. He missed this moment and didn’t know when the next time was next.

However, Xiao Shu never thought that there would be so many swords willing to help him, whether it was a famous sword or an ordinary iron sword. What he didn't expect was that this move caused a strange phenomenon in heaven and earth, and it was thunderous and gradually knocked down the sword tide.

But at this moment he had no time to distract himself. Millions of swords have millions of swords. How could one person bear it? Even if he sinks into selflessness, his mind is slowly swallowed up by the complex swordsmanship. His sword intent gradually dissipates. In addition, the heavenly punishment of thunder, Xiao Shu only felt more and more difficult.

As the last thunder fell, the sword tide that covered the sky was broken into a meteor in the sky. The remaining heat of the sword was like a rain of fire. If it was allowed to continue like this, half of Muzhou would be destroyed this night.

"It's over." The boy sighed.

"The sword of the selfless sword? But that's it." The girl in white chuckled. Linglongzi remained silent, playing the piano by herself. She never looked up at her until the end.

"The old saying goes well. I can't eat hot tofu in a hurry. Nowadays, young people are more determined than the sky and want to reach the sky in one step. It's a pity that their lives are thinner than paper." Wang Banxian shook his head.

Xiao Shu knelt on the ground with his knees, his eyes becoming more and more cold and without any emotion. Maybe he did not make a voluntary choice when he first entered the sword path, but now, if he was wiped out, he would really have nothing left. He would talk about pursuing and choosing, everything was empty talk.

Are you really too impulsive?

Maybe it will be better to wait for a few years?

The sword intention was dissipating. Even though I was still doing my best to keep my mind clear, I was still like the sword rain falling all over the sky, returning to silence bit by bit.

"Go back." Xiao Shu sighed, uttered three words gently, and stood up again under the tremendous pressure. He raised his right hand and the original falling sword rain slowed down. The sound of swords sounded across the world, like sadness and crying.

The still intact sword hovered over Xiao Shu's head three times and left one by one.

The broken swords were like returning home, and they were led by Xiao Shu and landed beside him. Fortunately, the villagers around moved away, densely filled with broken swords, and there was no place to settle down.

The Red Leaf Sword is like an old friend, hovering quietly in front of Xiao Shu. There are a few scars on the scarlet sword, which are the scars that forcefully inherit the sky thunder, just like Tai A, Kunwu, Chi Xiao, and Sanfoot Qiushui who returned, there is more or less a scar on each sword.

This is their own choice, and even though they know it will be, they still choose to come here.

Xiao Shu watched the flying swords that were leaving, looked around him, and there were broken swords standing in front of him, like a tomb of a sword. He held the red leaves, took them back into the umbrella, and whispered "Thank you."

That night, there was a Wanjianping area in Nancheng, but there was a Tianxuan Sword Master missing in the world.

After that night, Xiao Shu's eyes became more indifferent. Maybe he was still selfless, maybe he was still in his mood, but his swordsmanship no longer existed after that night.
Chapter completed!