The strongest sword god system

"The cold moon shines on the lonely city, and Ximen blows light snow!"

The voice of the ancient vicissitudes reverberated in Su Bai's mind like maggots attached to the bones. The cold moonlight tore away the darkness and reflected it in Su Bai's black eyes. Su Bai slowly opened his eyes and raised his eyes. Looking at the majestic palace that rises and falls in front of you.

Catkin-like snowflakes swayed down, spreading silver frost all over the ground, biting cold wind gently brushed the corners of the cornices, and the oppressive atmosphere penetrated to the red-tiled carved walls.

Su Bai glanced over the ten thousand towers, and stayed under the sinking full moon. Two snow-like figures stood upright, like sculptures that had stood on the Hall of Supreme Harmony since ancient times. The cold moonlight made them pale and stern. The outline of the face is more lonely.

"On the night of the full moon, on the top of the Forbidden City, with a sword coming to the west, a fairy will fly from the sky." Su Bai murmured softly, the familiar scene in front of him had been imprinted in the depths of his soul, but when he witnessed this scene again, Su Bai still couldn't suppress the shock and inexplicable depression in his heart, his eyes stopped on the figure as cold as ice and snow on the road far away, "Ye Gucheng!"

Only after truly comprehending Ye Gucheng's sword intent can Su Bai fully appreciate Ye Gucheng's loneliness that can't be resolved in the middle of the night. In the boundless way of swordsmanship.

Turning his eyes slightly, Su Bai looked at Ximen Chuixue, his figure was still standing in the snowstorm, his eyes were not as cold as when Su Bai first saw him in the past, but the depths of his lonely eyes still glided from time to time. Over the shadow of loneliness.

Pale moon, pale sword, pale face, Su Bai looked at the two snow-like white clothes, and murmured: "It turns out that when the loneliness spreads, whether it is Ye Gucheng or Ximen Chuuxue, they are all equally lonely." .The loneliness of the extreme cold in high places can only be experienced by people in high places, and they may be the kind of people who know the high cold but prefer the high cold.”

These two figures, one is as cold and lonely as ice and snow on the distant mountains, and the other is as lonely as a shooting star in a winter night. [

At this moment, a melodious sword chant sounded, the sword energy soared into the sky, the starlight dimmed, and the silver moon faded. Ye Gucheng stared at the sword peak in his hand, his eyes never stopped On Ximen Chuixue's body, the breeze blew over the long-lasting Hall of Supreme Harmony, blowing the boundless snowflakes, Ye Gucheng walked out slowly holding a sword, his clothes fluttered like floating clouds, like a fairy exiled to the mortal world , elegant double.

Looking at the icy sword peak, Su Bai suddenly felt that the moonlight was as cold as the snow of the last winter.

clang!A clear cry like nine days away ripped through the biting cold wind. Under Su Bai's gaze, Ximen Chuuxue's sword seemed to be out of its sheath, but the sword peak that made the stars in the sky pale in vain became inexplicably heavy , even if this heaviness is bound by the lines of the shape.

All the brilliance in the world was concentrated on these two immortal swords, and those two pairs of white hands seemed to be holding them. At the moment when the wind and snow suddenly picked up, these two immortal swords had already stabbed out. , the stunning and beautiful sword light broke free from the shackles of the world and became independent of the world. It was as quiet as a white cloud, and as moving as a flying fairy. The beautiful sword light stabbed towards Ximen Chuixue slowly.

Su Bai clasped his hands tightly, and turned his eyes to Ximen Chuuxue. His eyes were no longer as cold as before, and the ancient sword in his hand was not as sharp as before. It was the shaped thread that bound Ximen Chuuxue's sword. Bai knows that Ximen Chuuxue is no longer the sword god of the past, his sword was originally the sword of the sword god, but now he has human emotions, he is no longer a god, but a human being.

"Ximen Chuuxue's sword is half a beat slower than Ye Gucheng's sword." Su Bai murmured, staring at the cold sword peak in Ye Gucheng's hand, and at the moment when the two were about to touch, the sudden breeze Gently opened his sword peak, Ye Gucheng's chest met Ximen Chuuxue's sword like a flowing white cloud.

A series of blood flowers swayed down from the sword peak of Ximen Chuixue again. This moment seemed to become eternal and merged into the depths of Su Bai's soul. Bai's gaze moved away from the sword peak, and turned to the sky. The starlight has been destroyed, and the moon has been buried in the first dawn, but this world looks colder and darker.

Su Bai saw Ximen Chuuxue gently blowing the blood on the sword, and it seemed that only this figure in white was left on the huge top of the Forbidden City.

Through the snow-shiny sword, Su Bai saw a lonely and pale face reflected on it. Those eyes were full of indescribable fatigue and loneliness. The enemy who was more respected than his friends had died under his sword. From now on, he can only taste the loneliness alone forever, his heart is colder, and his person is even lonelier. Who else in this huge world is worthy of him drawing his sword?

Su Bai saw that Ximen Chuixue hid his sword, picked up the cold corpse, picked up the cold sword, and disappeared into the dawn of the Forbidden Peak with the cold sword light. Snow flakes gradually covered up the glaring bright red. Su Bai felt that the sword had lost its previous coldness. Ximen blew light snow, but the sword was no longer coming out. Who would blow blood in the snow in the future?

Looking at this figure from behind, Su Bai stepped up to chase after him, just like the figure he saw walking on the ancient road with the setting sun in the past, but this figure was even colder.

On the twilight ancient road full of setting sun, a sword mound stands lonely at the end, and that snow-like figure is standing lonely in front of the sword mound.Su Bai had already seen Ximen Chuuxue and this sword mound when he appeared on this ancient road, and he knew that the peerless swordsman was buried in this sword mound.

Staring at the sword mound, Su Bai bowed slightly.

Su Bai knew that whether it was Ximen Chuuxue in front of him or Ye Gucheng buried in it, they were all mentors to him.

To this day, he still remembers Ye Gucheng's words that you learn to sword, and also remembers that elegant figure flying among the white clouds.Su Bai turned his head and looked at Ximen Chuuxue, his snow-white face was full of indescribable loneliness and coldness: "Has he decided to hide his sword forever, just like he wants to bury Ye Gucheng forever?" Corpse."[

Su Bai sighed suddenly, staring at the late dusk, the breeze came to his face with a faint fragrance of plum blossoms, and at the same time rolled up the white clouds at the end of the sky, these white clouds gradually dispersed, as if blown to the sky by this breeze, the An isolated city standing among the white clouds.

After a long time, Ximen Chuuxue opened his mouth and said, "You learn sword?"

In an instant, Su Bai only heard a melodious and clear sound of sword "crying" sounded in the late dusk, and Su Bai saw Ximen Chuuxue's white right hand that was slightly hanging between his sleeves raised, and his hand seemed to be holding Holding a shaped sword, gently brushed the swaying plum blossoms and snowflakes, and the snowflakes and plum blossoms within a few feet immediately swept away to the surroundings like a blanket, terrifying ripples rippling out between the sky and the earth, that The bloody plum blossoms became more scarlet.

There seemed to be a rain of blood floating between the sky and the earth, and the figure in white was standing in front of the sword mound with a light smile, until all the petals covered the sword mound, Ximen Chuuxue turned and walked towards the end of the ancient road, and disappeared in this place In a snowstorm.

Su Bai stared blankly at the distant figure, is that the sword god's smile?

"There is a sword technique that no one can see, because everyone who has seen it has been buried."

"There is a kind of loneliness that cannot be described in words, because it comes from the depths of the soul."

Su Bai murmured softly, looking down at the ancient sword of Qingfeng on his waist, in the blink of an eye he raised the ancient sword in this wind, flower, snow and moon, with chaotic sword skills, let me blow that sword from now on The blood on the front also blows the snow between the heaven and the earth.

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In the center of the map of Sword Field is a sea of ​​blood, and in the center of the sea of ​​blood is a huge sword tower reaching the sky.

This Tongtian Sword Tower is a hundred feet high and magnificent.

The majestic aura flows on this scarlet sky-reaching giant building, and five giant bridges like a rainbow span across this sea of ​​blood. One end connects this sky-reaching giant building, while the other end connects to the surrounding broken land.At the same time, five scarlet sword steles were standing on the huge bridge. These sword steles were more than ten feet high. A breath of death and silence permeated these sword steles, and the vicissitudes of life hovered above them.

The breeze gently blew across the sea of ​​blood, and the rushing blood river immediately stirred up blood sprays, which splashed and fell on the giant bridge. This giant bridge seemed to be like a sponge, swallowing up the blood water. At the same time, the blood on the five sword steles Correspondingly, a faint blood light permeated the air.

Chu Ge stood with his hands behind his back, looking at the five majestic sword steles in front of him, and then turned to look at the other four sect masters: "According to the agreement of the five sects at the beginning, the five sects will contribute their efforts to open the Tongtian Sword Tower in front of us at the same time. The inheritance depends on the chance of each sect, so you should have no objections."

Although Chu Ge's voice was indifferent, it carried an inexplicable majesty.

The lord of the Sword Pavilion, Dao Wentian, took the lead in walking towards the sword tablet on the far right, a majestic aura emanating from his body, Dao Wentian pressed his hands on the sword tablet, and the true energy in his body flowed like a tide After reaching out to the sword tablet, the sword tablet suddenly glowed with a faint light: "Then let's start."

Qin Xiaoyao, the suzerain of Tianya Pavilion, and Baili Xi, the suzerain of Baichi Sect, also walked towards their respective sword steles.

Chu Ge glanced at the strong men of the various sects, and said coldly: "From now on, everyone must be on guard at all times, and any monsters that appear within a few miles should be cleaned up immediately. The Langya Sect is headed by Li Muchen, who is in charge of the east. Elder Zong is in charge."

"I hope that the sects can give up their grievances with each other."

"Otherwise, if there is a "horde" of beasts, I am afraid that everyone present will be buried here."

"I, Zhuang Mengge, are in charge of the south side." Zhuang Buzhou smiled lightly, and walked towards the second sword tablet on the right.

"My Baichizong disciple is in charge of the west side."

"My Sword Pavilion disciple is in charge of the north side."

"My Tianya Pavilion disciple is mainly responsible for building a defensive line within a few miles."

Chu Ge walked straight to the sword tablet in the center, and his hands also fell on the sword tablet. In an instant, the five sword tablets shone brightly in vain.

At the same time, the five sect experts filed out.

"Five elders from the Zhentang and Xingtang are left here." Li Muchen turned to the Langya Sect powerhouse and said, "Although the five sects are now going to work together to open the five sky-reaching bridges, it is inevitable that some sects will make trouble secretly. son."

"Remember, you must never let other sect masters approach the suzerain, understand?" Li Muchen said in a low voice.

"Understood!" The ten Langya Sect experts walked out immediately.

"Li Muchen, your temperament has not changed at all, you are as cautious as ever." A hearty laughter sounded in vain from the right, and immediately a middle-aged man appeared like a ghost, and the middle-aged man's brows were full of tears. With a sinister look, a ferocious sword mark across his entire face made him look extraordinarily ferocious. At this moment, the middle-aged man was looking at Li Muchen with a smile that was not a smile, his eyes flickering His murderous intentions were not concealed at all.

Looking at this figure, Li Muchen frowned slightly: "Because I don't want to be slaughtered secretly by some lingering fellows."

"Hehe, Li Muchen, do those lingering guys in your words mean Brother Qingya and me?" There was another chuckle, and a middle-aged man in a green shirt walked out of the many strong men in Tianya Pavilion. The middle-aged man's face was originally extremely handsome, but there was also a sword mark on his face. It was this sword mark that completely destroyed his face, and the most striking thing was the middle-aged man's hands, which were abnormally wide, its fingers are also slender,

You can vaguely see the edge flashing past it.

"After all, both Dao Qingya and you Tian Fengyan have criminal records, so people have to guard against it." Li Muchen raised his eyes to look at the middle-aged man in green clothes, and said coldly.

Hearing this, Tian Fengyan, a middle-aged man in green clothes, lightly rubbed the hideous sword marks on his face, and said with a light smile: "That's right, if Su Ying hadn't been present at the time, I think Chu Ge, the suzerain of your Langya Sect, might He died in the hands of brother Qingya and me, and now that I think about it, it will be quite regrettable."

"You should be lucky to be able to recover this life from Su Ying." Li Muchen said coldly. When they were trying their best to open the Tongtian Sword Tower, these two guys actually shot from behind. If Su Ying hadn't been on guard beforehand, I'm afraid Both he and Chu Ge died at the hands of these two guys.

Dao Qingya gently covered the scar on his face, and his voice was hoarse: "Although he took his life, Su Ying also left Brother Fengyan and me with a lifetime of shame." It's a pity that Su Ying died early, otherwise If so, today I can personally wash away the shame of the past. "Speaking of this, Dao Qingya's voice suddenly became serious: "I heard from those guys in Zhuang Mengge that Su Ying's son is also in the map of the sword field? "

Li Muchen looked at the two of them indifferently and said, "What? You suffered a loss from Su Ying back then, and now you want to get it back from his son? Tsk tsk, Dao Qingya, it seems that you are really living better and better." Going back, I want to do such a shameless thing."

"Brother Qingya and I are also the heads of Sword Pavilion and Tianya Pavilion after all. If we really want to attack a younger generation, I'm afraid we won't have the face to gain a foothold in the Wild Ya Sect in the future." Tian Fengyan always had a smile on his face, but in that way Against the background of the sword marks, he still smiled ferociously, and said meaningfully: "The younger generation's affairs will naturally be handled by the younger generation, tsk tsk, back then that guy Su Ying was known as the No. The disciple can't hold his head up, I don't know how much his son is capable of Su Ying?"

"go!"

Tian Fengyan led the strong men from Tianya Pavilion and galloped towards the north side.

Sword Pavilion lowered its eyes slightly, looked at Li Muchen with a half-smile, shook his head and said, "Every time the map of Sword Domain is opened, the five sects will lose many disciples, and I don't know how many disciples will be able to survive this time." You walked out of the map of the sword domain. In the past, you Langya Sect had the most surviving disciples every time, and I don’t know what will happen this time.”

Whether it was Tian Fengyan or Dao Qingya, there was a hint of threat in their words.

"First seat, use a knife to lighten the end. Tian Fengyan will definitely not let Su Bai go easily because of the grievances between the two of them and Su Ying. Listening to these two guys, I am afraid that I have already told the disciples in the sect that if Su Bai meets Sword Pavilion With the disciples of Tianya Pavilion, there is more danger than good luck." A strong man in the punishment hall said worriedly.

Staring at the distant figure, Li Muchen's gloomy face showed a little smile instead, Su Bai's bright smile appeared in his mind, he shook his head and said: "The disciples of those two sects have the same virtue as these two guys. "Sex", at the beginning Su Ying was able to suppress this guy to death, Su Bai could also suppress the disciples of Sword Pavilion and Tianya Pavilion, it is not certain who will win? Furthermore, our disciples of Langya Sect this time are not just for nothing."

"With Su Bai's strength, he is naturally not afraid of ordinary Sword Pavilion and Tianya Pavilion disciples, but if he meets Tai Yesheng from Sword Pavilion and Mu Yang from Tianya Pavilion, he will be in a dangerous situation." The person also interjected.

Hearing this, Li Muchen frowned slightly. It is true that with Su Bai's strength, it is still very difficult to deal with disciples of the level of Tai Yesheng and Mu Yang, but with the cards in the former's hands, he should be able to retreat completely. The sword array is something ordinary people can't master. Thinking of this, Li Muchen smiled even more: "Don't worry, that little guy won't die so easily."

Moreover, that guy's luck would not be so bad, he just met Tai Yesheng and Mu Yang from Sword Pavilion...

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