The little rain in Shengjing stopped for no reason.

It’s just that the sky is gloomy and the black clouds are still over the city.

The signs of this heavy rain made people feel so shaky, but when the breeze caresses, the black clouds are light and the clouds are blue.

This scene is very strange, but I don’t know that it was just caused by a sword from the teacher’s thoughts.

In the back mountain of the academy, a faint smell of grass came from the picturesque scenery that was drizzled by the light rain. The gentleman's face turned pale, and his body sitting on the rattan chair seemed to tremble slightly inadvertently.

Obviously, even if it is absolutely the second in the world and even one of the most powerful practitioners in the world, it is still extremely difficult to pierce the body of the high priest from the Holy See thousands of miles away.

To accomplish difficult things, you have to pay a certain price.

The price of the gentleman was a pot of chicken soup that was at the bottom. After drinking the chicken soup, he wiped the corners of his mouth with satisfaction, looked at Li Yuemei and said, "What did you see?"

Li Yuemei was burying her head and raising her head when she heard this, revealing her pretty face, "I didn't see anything, I only saw a big sword."

Han Shuang'er smiled slightly and pinched Li Yuemei's little face with satisfaction, with a doting look.

Li Yuemei raised her mouth and said, "Master, how can you not pinch my face? This will delay my meal."

"Eat, eat, eat more today."

Li Yuemei smiled foolishly and continued to eat, but Han Shuang'er looked at the gentleman worriedly and said, "There are people coming to the Western Regions, and there will naturally be people coming to the Great Wilderness."

Mr. Li Zizhi whispered: "It doesn't matter, it seems that someone has gone."

Han Shuang'er raised her eyebrows and said, "None of these people from the prosperous Tang Dynasty did not move. Who will have a decisive effect after going?"

"Xiaodao has a wife."

"Uh?" Han Shuang'er said; "I've heard of it."

"Not an ordinary person."

Han Shuang'er asked, "How unusual is it?"

Li Zizhi smiled and said, "I'll tell you if I'm cooking a pot of chicken soup."

Han Shuang'er snorted coldly, grabbed Li Zizhi's ear and said, "Say or not."

Li Zizhi felt pain: "Let go first, let go first."

Han Shuang'er put down her hand angrily, and Li Zi knew: "This generation of saints of the Northern Shenmen."

The small table in Sifang blurted out with this sentence, and the atmosphere became particularly strange. Only Li Yuemei's chewing sound was left.

Soon, Han Shuang'er said in a tall voice: "How is this possible?"

“Nothing is impossible.”

"How did you know?"

Li Zizhi said embarrassedly: "I've done my fortune."

"Are correct?"

"I haven't done this kind of thing for a long time, so I'm naturally a little unfamiliar, but I'm not far away from it."

"She is rushing over now?"

"Give me your hand."

Han Shuang'er handed her left hand to the husband, and the husband put her hand on his chest and said, "Listen?"

A strange sound rang in Han Shuang'er's ears. She didn't know what the sound meant, but she knew that the sound was particularly terrifying.

"This is the sound of the tearing between the sky and the earth. She was rushing to Dading Mountain from thousands of miles away."

Han Shuang'er put down her left hand and said inexplicably: "I find that I can't understand this world more and more."

"The world is controlled by people. It's okay to be able to understand people."

"Who do you want me to understand?"

"Can you understand the scar curl?"

"can't read."

"Since you can't understand the world or people, then go and make a pot of chicken soup. This chicken is too tender and not good, so go and get an older one."

Han Shuang'er nodded obediently and said, "Okay, I'll catch an old hen."

Li Yuemei's eyes shiny and clapped and said, "Old hen, old hen, I want to eat old hen."

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The top of Dading Mountain is shrouded in haze and the singing is loud.

The disciples of the prosperous Tang sect next to the crater were waiting calmly. There was no more shock when they learned that the high priest of the Holy See came here.

It has to be said that this calmness is indeed related to the vision. The disciples of the sect who opened their eyes and completed their transformation.

Before the deserted people arrived, Xu Qing arrived first.

Xu Qing, carrying a saber to kill the horse, stood beside the eldest brother and whispered: "Your injuries are not light."

The eldest brother responded: "It's okay, what do you think of injury? Generally, I have four ways to view it..."

The eldest brother became nagging again, which shows that the pressure brought to him by the deserted people is far less than that of the high priest. Perhaps this is good news for the major sects of the prosperous Tang Dynasty, which were trapped on the mountain.

Xu Qing glanced at Zhang Xiaodao, who was sitting cross-legged on the ground without opening his eyes, then turned around and swept over the elders of various sects and sighed.

The singing approaches in the narrow and long mountain road.

In the silence of the mountain top, three deserted people entered people's eyes.

The Huang man standing at the forefront was wearing tiger skin and carrying a scimitar on his shoulder. The scimitar was like half a moon, and the cold light flashed.

The second man was wearing black leather and dragged a wide-blade long sword. A straight line appeared on the stone path that passed.

The third man was wearing a long robe, without a knife in his hand, and six short knives were hidden in his leather cover.

The three of them were particularly neat and finally stopped at the end of the mountain road. The man in the scimitar opened his mouth full of stubble, without saying anything, but just laughed.

The two men standing behind him did not laugh, but stood silently, as if waiting for the moment of drawing their swords.

At this time, Zhang Xiaodao opened his eyes and saw a detestable smile on his face with a certain totem on his face. He stood up, took a deep breath and said, "One person?"

"I'll choose this." The senior brother pointed to the man in the scimitar.

"Then I'll do this?" General Xu Qing pointed to the man with a wide blade and long sword.

Zhang Xiaodao looked at the last Huangren and said, "Just let's go, hurry up, go down the mountain to have a meal after the fight."

The three deserted people all laughed out loud at this time, ignored Zhang Xiaodao and the other two's contempt and contempt, and walked straight to the top of the mountain.

The half-moon sword was put down on the shoulders of the deserter, and he whispered: "Remember my name, Tuoba Geri."

"I am Chengji."

"I'm Domon."

Zhang Xiaodao frowned, feeling that he was stupid when he reported his own house.

However, he did not know that this rule exists among the few swordsmen in Dahuang, so that the enemy can know that his identity is respect.

Tobagri raised the half-moon scimitar and waved his arms as thick as vines.

The half-moon-shaped powerful energy suddenly rushed out of the sword body. The eldest brother took the sword and took a step back with a little surprised expression.

Zhang Xiaodao and Xu Qing showed off their long swords. Then they saw the disdainful expressions of swordsmen from the Great Wilderness. Obviously, they did not think that some people in the prosperous Tang Dynasty would be more fun than them.

The next moment, the six figures intertwined on the top of the mountain, and fierce battles reappeared!

Without the previous division of labor, the purpose of Huang Daoke came here was to kill people and kill everyone on the top of the mountain.

Therefore, the figures of the Six Paths dispersed at just one touch, and three swordsmen rushed into the crowd of disciples of the prosperous Tang sect with thunder.

Zhang Xiaodao and the other two were completely unexpected, and they were horrified and frightened.

They did not block Huang Jianke at the first time. Huang Jianke was far stronger than they expected. They may not know several secret techniques, but their bodies are undoubtedly one of the hardest people in the world. Their understanding of swords is unique and wonderful. They rushed into the crowd to reap their lives, resolute and ruthless.

Zhang Xiaodao looked at the elder brother and Xu Qing following him and blew a whistle.

He knew that his realm was not enough and it was difficult to catch up with any of the three. If he wanted to resist one of them, he could only rely on Lao Qingniu.

The old green bull came to Zhang Xiaodao almost in the blink of an eye. He quickly stepped onto the green bull, and the next moment he saw blurred.

When he appeared on the top of the mountain again, he was in front of Chen Qingzhu.

A very small-looking knife is about to fall on Chen Qingzhu's body.

Chen Qingzhu reacted quickly and pulled out a barrier of energy with both hands, but did not move because under her was her master Zhang Shechuan.

The vital energy barrier was quickly cut by a short knife. Without a trace of obstacle, Chen Qingzhu felt powerlessness in his heart, and Zhang Xiaodao's long snow sword arrived at the right time.

The huge snow-falling knife is not proportional to the short knife in terms of size. However, this short knife, which is like a fruit knife, seems to weigh more than a thousand pounds. The snow-falling knife did not pick up the knife, but was instantly bounced off after contact. The only thing Zhang Xiaodao could do was to make the short knife deviate from the originally expected stabbing position.

There was a trace of weirdness on Domeng's cheek. While he continued to wave the short knife, he asked, "Have you learned the wild knife?"

Zhang Xiaodao did not answer. Every time he contacted the short sword, he would feel an irresistible force filling his heart. The only thing he could do was to block Domeng's seventy-two swords at this moment.
To be continued...