The cold wind is biting and the dusk is heavy. The late autumn river reflects the gloomy and gray sky, adding a bit of desolation. The woods on both sides of the river have long since withered, leaving only the black branches standing in the twilight with teeth and claws, like gloomy demons.

Not long after, a glimmer of light suddenly appeared on the river in the distance, coming quickly. The glimmer of light was blue-blue, darker in color, almost ink-green, and glowed dimly in the dark sky, almost as bright as the sky.

The river and sky merged into one in the evening. This was a sword light that was ten feet long, with a blue-black body and a clear and transparent sword body, like the soundless flowing river water. Although the light was dim, it was very pure and did not contain a trace of mixed colors.

Above the sword light, a man was half-kneeling, leaning on his sword.

The man looked quite embarrassed. His hair was scattered in front of his head, covering most of his face. He was wearing a dirty and shabby sword robe - the sword robe should be white with black stripes, but it was too shabby.

, the black on it has faded so much that it is almost the same as the white bottom, and there are still large areas of blood stains on the front of the clothes. The man is very thin, as thin as a bamboo pole, and the large sword robe is draped on him like a blanket.

Like rags, swaying and blowing in the wind.

At this time, a purple sword light suddenly appeared from behind. The purple sword light was like the purest purple glow in the dim twilight. Next to the purple sword light, there was a dark yellow light and two rays of light.

It was coming rapidly in this direction. As the two rays of light approached, a deep and steady voice came from the purple sword light: "Song Mingting, you have no retreat, so let's capture him without any effort."

The purple sword light quickly approached, revealing the face of the man on the sword. The man's complexion was slightly dark, with thick eyebrows like ink, a resolute face, a tiger's back and a wasp's waist. He was dressed in straight clothes, with mountains, rivers and rivers embroidered on his dark yellow outer robe.

The young man in black robe is named Lu Chengzong, a disciple of Taishang Sect.

The black-yellow figure next to Lu Chengzong is a tall god-man. The god-man is like a cast of light, with a black-yellow light all over his body. He wears a helmet and armor, with only a pair of eyes exposed. He holds a long stick with mountain patterns carved on it.

, the patterns are naturally formed, as if they were condensed into the mountains of the world. What’s more, the divine light is radiant and the force is extraordinary!

This is the protector god of Lu Chengzong, called "Fuyue". It ranks twelfth among the 108 protector gods of the Taishang Sect. It is an extremely powerful god.

Seeing that Song Mingting had no response, Lu Chengzong frowned slightly on his indifferent face, and then said expressionlessly: "In that case, I can only take you down, please be careful."

The next moment, a bit of purple light suddenly burst out from the twilight like the rising sun. The darkness receded, and the dazzling purple light illuminated half of the sky in an instant. In the gushing purple clouds, the flying sword under Lu Chengzong's feet suddenly surged to a hundred feet, and lightning

Like pulling it out. The bright purple light surged like electricity, spanning a distance of more than ten miles in an instant, and struck down in the air towards Song Mingting.

Seeing that he was about to be buried under the sword light, the backwater sword at Song Mingting's feet suddenly burst out with an astonishing light, and instantly grew to a length of a hundred feet.

In an instant, the sky seemed to turn into a greenish-black color. As the backwater sword light surged, the originally calm river surface at the feet of Song Mingting suddenly rose up - as if a peak suddenly surged up from the flat land, with peaks and ridges forming like waves.

Like anger, in an instant, the immeasurable river rose up from the ground, turning into a huge water peak and crashing towards the shocking purple sword light.

On the river surface, the river water that gathered like a mountain collided with the hundred-foot-long purple sword light. The water peak exploded from top to bottom. The billions of tons of river water instantly lost its supporting power and collapsed. However, the water peak

After being chopped down by a sword, the purple sword light was not unscathed. After one blow, the power of the sword was exhausted. The hundred-foot-long sword light suddenly faded away, leaving only the body of the flying sword. Three feet of purple light circled in the air.

, flew back to Lu Chengzong.

The strong air waves set off by the huge waves swept past with a huge amount of water vapor, and Song Mingting's long hair was lifted up on his forehead, revealing his face.

This is a weather-beaten face, weathered, numb, and lifeless. There is also a hideous scar on this weather-beaten and lifeless face. This is a sword scar. The scar starts from Song Mingting's left brow bone and ends at his right jawbone.

Finally, it crossed Song Mingting's entire face, almost completely destroying his appearance.

The next moment, Song Mingting moved again. However, when Song Mingting continued to fly forward, Fuyue Shen had already killed him like a black-yellow meteorite. Fuyue God quickly caught up with Song Mingting, then picked up his stick and swung out violently.

A stick. The next moment, a huge stick shadow more than a hundred feet long appeared on the river. The stick shadow was like a continuous mountain range, crashing towards the bottom with earth-shattering power.

At this moment, Song Mingting's terrifying sword intent rose again. The next moment, he took a sharp breath, and then threw the snow-colored sword out of his hand.

The next moment, the snow-colored sword light began to skyrocket, and it suddenly grew to a hundred feet long. What a sword light it was! It was like a picture scroll intercepted in winter, and the picture scroll was unfolded horizontally. In the picture, thousands of mountains are covered with snow, and the sky and the earth are vast.

Pure white, with only sporadic bits of ink showing through.

The sword light collided with the stick shadow, and they both collapsed and scattered. Under the huge impact, the wide river surface was almost cut off.

At this time, Lu Chengzong had already caught up again. He glanced at the snow-white sword light, and a hint of fear flashed in his eyes: That was the Great Snow Sword, a top-notch Taoist weapon. When he was chasing Song Mingting earlier, but

I have experienced its power countless times.

At this time, the Great Snow Sword burst out with astonishing light again and charged towards Lu Chengzong. The river surface froze quickly, and heavy snow began to fall in the sky.

Lu Chengzong said to Fuyue Shen on the side: "Fuyue, help me protect the law."

"Yes." Fuyue God nodded his head and said, his voice like a yellow bell.

Lu Chengzong stopped talking and touched his waist. There was a small and exquisite red copper pot in his hand. This red copper pot was no more than the size of a palm and looked like a lifelike bird. The bird's beak corresponded to the spout of the pot. The copper pot was

The pot is forged so finely that every feather is visible.

This is the Fire Sparrow Pot, which is the highest quality magic weapon he has. Although it is inferior to the Snow Sword, it is still a top-grade Taoist weapon.

On the other side, the sword light of the heavy snow sword split into countless rays in an instant. Together, the thousands of sword lights illuminated almost half of the night sky, and all blasted towards Lu Chengzong.

Fuyue God's face was serious, his momentum dropped, and then he suddenly swung his stick forward, and in an instant he swung out hundreds of stick shadows.

The sword light and stick shadows in the sky collided, creating an earth-shattering movement. In an instant, a large area of ​​the river disappeared. The trees on both sides were not spared either. They were almost thrown away and fell into pieces in the fierce air waves.

Down.

In such a fierce battle, Lu Chengzong remained unmoved. He held the fire sparrow pot and the magic formula in his hand, moved his lips and teeth, and recited the magic formula quickly. Soon the fire sparrow pot grew rapidly and flew out at the same time.

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Birds chirped, and golden-red three-legged birds flew out of the spout one after another and rushed towards Song Mingting. In the blink of an eye, they became overwhelming. The fiery red light suddenly illuminated both sides of the river bank, and the blazing high temperature

Down, the river water below began to evaporate rapidly.

The flaming waves were rolling. Facing the overwhelming three-legged fire sparrows, Song Mingting remained calm and indifferent. He quickly performed a few sword techniques. The next moment, a terrifying pressure rose from the sword light.

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In an instant, thousands of birds flew away, and thousands of people disappeared.

The pure white snow suddenly fell on the river, covering Lu Chengzong, Fuyue God and the overwhelming three-legged fire sparrows, and the river surface with a radius of ten miles began to freeze quickly.

Suddenly being shrouded in this snowy scene, Lu Chengzong's expression suddenly changed - this is the Taoist method attached to the Snow Sword, and it is also the strongest attack of the Snow Sword.

"Are you desperate for your life? How dare you activate the power of heaven on the Snow Sword at this time?"

Song Mingting was silent. After the heavy snow scene came, he waved his hand to call back the heavy snow sword. Then, with a flash of light from the sword under his feet, it shot forward. When Lu Chengzong saw this, he stopped talking nonsense and his eyes changed in an instant.

You have to become indifferent - the things belonging to human nature fade away in an instant, and are replaced by boundless indifference overlooking all living beings.

"All laws are united, and the Supreme Being forgets his love!" A motto came out of Lu Chengzong's mouth. With this motto, a coercion over all living things suddenly rose. In an instant, the aura on Lu Chengzong's body became stronger.

times. Then he stretched out his hand expressionlessly to put a little more on the fire sparrow pot. The next moment, the fire sparrow pot suddenly glowed. A bright fire appeared in the snowy field, turning into a huge fire sparrow, wrapping Lu Chengzong in it.

Inside - there were thousands of fire sparrows.

While Lu Chengzong was trying his best to break through the obstacles of the heavy snow swordsmanship. On the other side, Song Mingting, who was speeding, suddenly stopped. Then, an astonishing murderous aura suddenly burst out from his body. He stared at the woods on the shore.

, his cold gaze almost radiated through the wet covering his forehead. The next moment, he performed a few sword techniques like lightning, and launched an attack without any warning.

The dew-colored sword light shot toward the woods on the river bank like lightning. The sword light burst into flames, and the sword light split into hundreds or thousands of rays in an instant, carrying a heavy dew energy, and blasted towards the woods with earth-shattering momentum.

There, the air suddenly turned frosty.

This is the Cold Dew Sword, which belongs to the same set of flying swords as the Great Snow Sword, and is also a top-notch Taoist weapon!

At this time, a blue light suddenly lit up in the woods on the shore, and the blue light bloomed like a lotus. The next moment, the woods suddenly exploded, and thousands of water-white sword lights rushed out from the woods, rushing out in the blink of an eye.

When they arrived on the river, thousands of sword lights collided together. In an instant, the sword lights were rushing around, and the sword energy was shooting out. The two waves of sword lights were like two torrents, and after the collision, they wiped away the woods on the shore.

A cold snort came from the river bank, and a middle-aged Taoist stepped out with his sword: "I didn't expect you, a little beast, to have such a keen sense of spirituality in this situation. It's really a hundred-footed insect that won't die without you."

stiff!"

This man was about forty years old, with a sinister appearance and cold eyes. His whole body was emitting strands of dark blue flames in the shape of falling rain. A pair of narrow eyes stared at the young man in tattered robes who was vomiting blood and flying away, with a deep look in his eyes.

The murderous intention is as cold as a snake.

This person is Zhenren Fuyu, the supreme elder of Shechao Jiange!

Song Mingting looked at the master Fuyu who came with the sword, and his eyes also burst out with murderous intent.

Fuyu Zhenren wears a sea-blue swordsman's uniform with dark blue wave patterns embroidered on the outer robe. He carries two swords on his back. One of the scabbards is blue and black, with a black background and an engraving of a flying dragon breaking through the waves.

pattern, this sword has been unsheathed, it is the one at the Taoist's feet. The other scabbard is green and white, with azure as the base, and white clouds engraved on it, in the shape of flying flakes. This sword is still in the scabbard.

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In the sky, two sword lights were facing each other in the distance. The light on the river was as cold as dew, like the condensation of cold dew. It revealed the cool chill of early autumn. The cold air it exuded extended to hundreds of feet away, and the thick dew air shrouded that area.

Above the river, the sword light on the river bank was as blue as the sea, like a pool of blue water, and light rain was falling all around the sword light.
Chapter completed!