Duanmu Qingyun instantly noticed the change in Li Xiuyuan's aura.

But there was no change on his face. His snow-like clothes were fluttering in the wind, and his whole person was as clean and sharp as the spiritual sword in his hand!

What he wants is this effect. Only by irritating his opponent will his opponent make mistakes.

Only if his opponent makes a mistake will he easily win today's life-and-death battle!

This battle is not only for himself, but also for Tianlong Holy Land, and there is an ulterior secret.

Just like the masters and servants of the Wang family standing at the back of the crowd and not daring to go up to the viewing platform.

He is the genius of Tianlong Holy Land. No matter what kind of enemy he faces, no matter how powerful the enemy he faces, he will not be afraid, because he is Duanmu Qingyun.

The moment the spiritual sword was unsheathed, a sword energy like lightning rolled up and struck Li Xiuyuan on the opposite side as fast as a hurricane.

Just like the sword that Li Xiuyuan has practiced for many years, Duanmu Qingyun's sword was the simplest and most direct!

This sword contains no sword power, nor any complicated sword styles.

In the eyes of everyone, the young man on the high platform made a simple sword strike.

But it was a sword so powerful that the monks under the high platform didn't know how to break it.

The monks of Tianlong Holy Land seldom walked in the rivers and lakes. Li Xiuyuan never met Duan Mufei and his group in the ancient world, let alone saw him take action.

Unexpectedly, it was the first time I saw a monk from the Heavenly Dragon Holy Land taking action, but he was going to fight me to the death.

He really couldn't find a reason for his opponent to fight against him, because it was impossible for Tianlong Holy Land to come to Loulan City to challenge him, which would be tantamount to provoking a war between the two Holy Lands.

Therefore, he did not dare to be careless at all and was even a little nervous.

The reason for the tension was that the opponent did not arouse the spiritual energy of heaven and earth on the high platform, but directly condensed the spiritual energy of heaven and earth on his thin sword body.

When the sword came out, there was a surge of wind and clouds, rushing toward Li Xiuyuan like a river.

When the sword comes out, blood will be seen, just as Li Xiuyuan warned Yu Wen Liuli.

There is only one kind of person who sees your Phoenix Sword, and that is a dead person!

...

After suffering in the Holy Land for more than ten years, he learned the legend of the young man in the wilderness from his junior sister Duanmu Qingqing.

After arriving in Loulan City, I felt the glares from passers-by outside the Xingyuan Garden, and I spent almost half of the spring in the Xingyuan Garden.

Those mocking and contemptuous glances, those whispered comments.

And the pride that one should have as a proud man of the Holy Land is all unspoken.

All in this simplest, most direct sword that cuts through the void.

Duanmu Qingyun devoted more than ten years of hard training in Tianlong Holy Land. He didn't need the sword's edge to be thirty thousand miles away. He only had to be invincible three feet in front of him. He only had to be able to cut off the boy's head with one sword.

A gust of wind brought a few petals, and before they fell on Li Xiuyuan's shoulders, they were chopped into powder by Duanmu Qingyun's sword energy and turned into a rain of flowers all over the sky.

The sword move suddenly accelerated in the middle of the road, turning from a river bursting its banks into a violent wind and thunder, and a sonic boom sounded in the air.

In the flash of lightning, Duanmu Qingyun had already flashed five feet away.

The sword held the wind and thunder, slashing the sky, the earth, ghosts and gods, and struck at the motionless young man.

The hundreds of people watching under the high platform had no time to scream in surprise. Duanmu Qingyun's spiritual sword had cut through the void and arrived in front of Li Xiuyuan!

The people under the high platform could not really feel the powerful power of this sword!

Including the young ladies on the viewing platform and the wealthy businessmen, the only people who can understand this sword are the city lord Situ Tianxing, the master of the Wang family, Meng Shentong, Nalan Ruoyu and others.

Even Chen Xiaoyan, Ping An, and Xiao Ling'er didn't see clearly.

When Duanmu Qingyun slashed out his sword with the force of wind and thunder, Situ Tianxing realized the terror of this sword. He put his hands on the chair and was worried about Li Xiuyuan.

Situ Tianxing held the chair tightly with both hands, feeling Duanmu Qingyun's fierce sword, and thought to himself that if the sword was aimed at him, he might not be able to catch it forcefully and would have to retreat.

Or use his mid-level Fusion Realm to forcefully suppress the opponent's sword energy.

In his opinion, only the geniuses or elders of Tianyun Mountain can withstand this sword that is as fast as wind and thunder!

However, can the young man who looks so thin and frail on the high platform be able to take this swift and fierce sword?

Chen Xiaoyan, who was behind the crowd, watched silently as the sword struck her senior brother. She and Situ Tianxing thought about it, if the sword struck them, could they take it?

Will she die under the sword of her opponent?

Even though a whole year has passed, her snow-cutting swordsmanship has not improved much.

Nalan Ruoyu didn't say a word because she saw that her precious disciple didn't move. Since Li Xiuyuan didn't move, she, as the master, didn't need to worry about him.

All she wants to do is to witness how much the boy has grown after one year.

Meng Shentong didn't move at all. At this moment, he was holding Ping An's little hand in one hand. In the eyes of others, he was just the most ordinary grandfather next door who came to the city lord's mansion with his grandson to watch the fun.

When Ping An saw that Meng Shentong did not move, he did not move because he not only believed in his brother, but more importantly, he believed in Grandpa Meng beside him.

Little Ling'er didn't move either. First she believed in her brother on the high platform, and secondly she believed in her sister and Yu Zun.

Since no one moved, all she had to do was open her eyes wide and watch her brother retreat from the enemy.

Who comes in a carriage in the wind, swallows fly low, and flowers are in bloom.

On the official road less than two hundred miles away from Loulan City, two black carriages galloped in the spring breeze, followed by eighteen black war horses, all of which were protected by black-clad guards.

Because he couldn't let go of his sister, Yu Wenjie finally left Phoenix City with the three women and came all the way to Loulan.

Not only because he was thinking about the spiritual wine brewed by Li Xiuyuan, but because of the bright moon in Tantai in front of him, he let go of his princely attitude.

Murong Zhilan was the most excited. She looked at the scenery outside the window and shouted: "This time, I have to stay in the apricot garden for a long time. I have to eat enough barbecue and have enough spiritual wine."

Tantai Mingyue looked at her and smiled: "Are you a pig? I have never seen you so greedy in the world."

Murong Zhilan shook her head and said with a smile: "That's because the prehistoric world is full of dangers, so I don't dare to get drunk."

Yuwen Liuli looked at the two of them and said softly: "I hope he has returned safely, so that we don't have to look for him."

Tantai Mingyue was stunned, took her little hand and smiled: "Sister Liuli, if that guy doesn't show up, where will we look for him? Is it possible to go to Meishan?"

"Meishan?" Yuwen Liuli's eyes lit up when he heard this, he looked at her and giggled: "It's not impossible."

The words spoken by the female saint on Tagge Snow Mountain were clearly directed at the boy... But in her opinion, it was reasonable for the boy to go to Meishan first when he returned to Xuanwu Continent.

Murong Zhilan was startled, looked at her and said blankly: "Sister Liuli, the master of Meishan is not easy to mess with?"

Hearing this, Yuwen Liuli looked at her and smiled lightly: "I am not Shura's enemy."

Speaking of Meishan, the few peach blossoms on Meishan have already bloomed. Because the spring here is late, they have not fully bloomed yet.

Sitting by the window of the palace was an old monk who had come down from Xuefeng Mountain.

Yun Tianhong made spiritual tea with his bare hands and looked at Yun Ziyi and Yun Lan in the forest with a smile.

The old monk looked at her and smiled and said: "Unexpectedly, Li Xiuyuan actually found a male disciple for you, and he is a genius from the Holy Land. Not bad!"

Yun Tianhong nodded and smiled: "He is not a disciple for me, but a husband for Ziyi... I hope those old guys in the Snowfield Holy Land can let him go."

The old monk was stunned, looked at Yun Ziyi in the mountains and said with a smile: "If they don't agree, could you go to Yinchuan City to rob people?"

Yun Tianhong did not answer, but changed the topic: "That little guy left your disciple by the Tongtian River as a shopkeeper, and followed him to Loulan City to follow others on the high platform..."

The old monk sighed and said: "He has worked hard to stay together. There are many sentient beings coming and going by the Tongtian River, which is a good place to cultivate one's mind."

After thinking for a while, the old monk retracted his gaze out of the window and said quietly: "If Bu Li goes to Loulan with him, do you think his heart will settle down now?"

Yun Tianhong sighed and said quietly: "That's right, that guy is born to be a trouble, and he won't make trouble wherever he goes."

The old monk looked down at the tea cup in front of him and said, "Perhaps this is his path to practice? The Buddha said that King Kong has angry eyes, so he subdued the four demons. There are demons in the world who need a walking Buddha."

Yun Tianhong sighed and said quietly: "Okay, your Buddha is going to raise his sword to defeat the devil."

...

Wind and thunder came towards me, and the sword energy slashed at the young man who was as still as still water.

Facing Duanmu Qingyun's terrifying sword strike, Li Xiuyuan, who remained motionless, did not react at all.

The fatal sword strike before his eyes was no different from the falling snowflakes in the wind and snow.

At the moment, for him, wielding a sword to cut through snow is just like eating and drinking, and there is no need for him to think about whether to fight for his life or not.

Li Xiuyuan, who was as still as water, faced Duanmu Qingyun's sword that was as fierce as wind and thunder. He didn't even think about how to respond. He just casually slashed out the sword like he did on the top of the Bamboo Peak!

This sword is simpler than Duanmu Qingyun's sword. This sword has been with him in heaven and earth for decades, and has long been integrated into his flesh and blood memory!

This is the sword intention from the Five Realms Tianshan Mountain!

This is no longer just Ruoshui sword from Tianshan, but after he realized a trace of the yin and yang power of God in the ancient world, he tried to merge the two different sword powers of water and fire!

Ruoshui's sword was accidentally slashed!

It’s been a long time since he left Tianshan in Fengyun City, and he hasn’t cut snow for a long time!

He had not cut snow for a long time, and after some experience in the wild, although he had not yet been able to integrate the power of water, fire, and the power of yin and yang, he had also comprehended a hint of the power of the laws of heaven and earth.

At this moment, the young man did not feel much danger from the opponent's sword!

Because he not only turned himself into a stream of water, but even integrated himself into the high platform at his feet, integrating himself with the earth of Loulan City.
To be continued...