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The old man in front of Luo Changfeng was wearing a Taoist robe, with Tai Chi Yin-Yang Fish pattern painted on his cuffs and behind him, with black and white combinations and ink renderings. With the snow-white hair and beard, it looks quite like a fairy-like Taoist priest.

This is the kind of person who is good at talking about.

But after Luo Changfeng Li asked thoughtfully, he stood by and waited silently for a while without a reply. The old Taoist did not even move, his eyes staring straight at the cliffs on the opposite bank of the river.

He also seems less kind-faced.

Luo Changfeng looked along the old man's sight.

A middle-aged man sitting cross-legged by the cliff opposite, unable to tell what he looked like... he was ordinary, from his clothes and outfit, his breath and expression.

A knife erected beside an ordinary middle-aged man, with a cool and thin texture as bright as water. Even if it is separated by a river, the Luo Changfeng can feel the coolness as thin as the breeze.

Just when Luo Changfeng looked at the knife carefully and tried to find some clues, the middle-aged man on the cliff on the other side suddenly burst into laughter, very abruptly.

The old Taoist robe next to him spit out a deep mouthful of blood even more suddenly, covering his chest in pain and then his face turned pale. The energy and spirit in his body dissipated in an instant, causing ripples to spread around. Look again

It is like life being stripped away for fifty years, and it is much older to the naked eye.

The middle-aged man on the cliff across the river gradually laughed and said, "Shen Nanxing, you lost."

After saying that, he stood up and secretly shook away the wetness and dust in his clothes. The middle-aged man stretched out his arms and held the knife in his hand, pointing at the old man in Taoist robe: "A mere Kunlun sword cultivator wants to block my Pei Busheng's way? I don't know how to live or die!"

The man who claimed to be Pei Busheng jumped up with a knife and fell into the air without any warning.

The knife has not fallen.

The sword intention has arrived.

The water flow in the river was cut off by this preemptive sword intent, and it could not heal for about three breaths. Don’t underestimate these three breaths. For a true strong man, it is enough to determine the outcome of life and death.

The knife fell into Luo Changfeng's eyes.

If what you expect is not bad, it will fall on the head of the old man in Taoism robe and then split it in half.

But the old man in Taoist robe who vomited blood next to him did not seem to dodge or fight back... To be precise, he should be seriously injured and dying and unable to move?

Luo Changfeng was confused, and the whole story was unclear. Why did these two people sit cross-legged here? Who is good and who is evil, who is good and who is evil? Where is this place? When is this?

My thoughts are chaotic! But life is imminent, and he cannot be cared about in the end, so he can do whatever he wants.

He thought about it.

Then, the sword was launched, and it was forbidden for ten miles.

Wherever the sword domain reaches, it is

The center of the water is the heart, extending one hundred feet in all directions. A few water patterns appear along the way, alarming many birds and dispersing a few light clouds.

Luo Changfeng's Ten Mile Sword was forbidden to draw a prison, and instantly enveloped the falling sword and the middle-aged man Pei Busheng who made the sword.

Pei Busheng, who was chopping the sword in the air, realized that his speed seemed to be inexplicably limited, and it was rarely slower, so he glanced at Luo Changfeng in surprise.

"Silver hair in black."

"Sword Cultivator."

"I don't know the bottom line."

"I don't know the depth."

It was almost instantaneous that Pei Busheng put away the knife halfway. The middle-aged man who was originally entangled by Shen Nanxing decisively left on the wind and clouds, leaving a sentence saying that he would spare him Shen Nanxing's entire body for the time being.

Walking through the world, Pei Busheng always believed in one sentence: "There are always some people in this world who can tell the victory, life and death with just one eye."

That's why he survived until now.

And he lives very well.

...

"Ahem..."

"Cough, cough cough."

"It's a pity that I escaped Pei Busheng today. It will be difficult to search for his whereabouts in the future." The old man in Taoist robe coughed several times, coughing up blood. He wiped the corners of his mouth and looked at the direction of Pei Busheng's cloud escape, revealing it. Some helplessness and regret.

Luo Changfeng didn't quite understand the meaning of the old man in Taoism's robe. He was complaining that he had not left him?

Chen Nanxing, Taoist robe, looked at Luo Changfeng with his head down and pondered, and explained: "Forgive me, this little friend. I don't mean to blame you, but I'm just a little unwilling to accept it."

Luo Changfeng nodded.

Looking at the injuries of the old man in Taoism, he was probably ineffective in making things happen. Moreover, he had already met by chance and was not considered a friendship, so he would not care too much about it.

Unwilling to provoke too much trouble and delay his schedule, he planned to hold his fists and say goodbye, but heard Chen Nanxing say, "Is your friend asking for directions?"

Luo Changfeng, who was about to leave, turned around, with a glimmer of hope in his eyes, so he hugged his fists again: "Please give me advice to you, Senior Chen."

Chen Nanxing gasped heavily, looked around weakly, and then said, "This place should be still in the Kunlun Realm."

Luo Changfeng frowned: "Kunlun Realm? What the senior said is Kunlun Jian Pavilion?"

Chen Nanxing, who had never heard of the name of Kunlun Sword Pavilion, shook his head and said confidently: "It's Kunlun Realm."

Luo Changfeng was stunned.

I read through the mountain search map and river gallery recorded in the Bodhi Academy library back then. I have never mentioned the name of Kunlun Realm. I have not found this place for five thousand years.

How strange! Could it be that the process of damage to the Tianji Pan is very powerful?

This caused the collapse of the space boundary wall and accidentally opened the sky? In this way, wouldn’t I be in another world?

Chen Nanxing looked at the man in black robe and white hair in front of him with a sad face, wondering what he was thinking, so he asked, "My friend doesn't look like a native of Kunlun Realm, don't know where it comes from?"

Luo Changfeng came back to his senses, lifted up the front of the black robe, and sat opposite the old man in Taoism: "I'm sure I'll tell you what to do, I'm down..."

Luo Changfeng suddenly remembered something and showed a look of fear. Almost instantly, a numbness spread throughout his body. He suddenly grabbed the old man Chen Nanxing's arm and asked, "Senior, what year is this evening?"

Chen Nanxing was slightly stunned.

There are countless strange people and strange things in this world.

There are the endless peaks, the nine-line lineages that look down on the world, the six tribes guard the eight desolates and six realms to protect the peace of the world, the demons who transform into the outside world dance and kill innocent people, and the ascetic monk put down his butcher's knife and became a Buddha. There are great practitioners who ask the heavens and ask questions. The earth asked invincible, the longevity, and the gods asked Zhou Tian about this place, but this was the first time he heard someone ask about this evening.

He smiled quite interestingly and coughed a few more mouthfuls of blood. He ignored his deadline and seemed to have really seen through life and death and said, "There are three hundred and sixty years of the silence."

The Luo Changfeng was like five thunders thunder, and his mind was buzzing.

He widened his pupils and looked at the old man Chen Nanxing with disbelief. The hand holding the old Taoist Chen Nanxing began to unconsciously increase the strength.

The old Taoist Chen Nanxing screamed constantly in pain.

It took a long time, long time.

From the stormy heart to the desolate, Luo Changfeng finally let go of his hand. He lowered his arms and showed a self-deprecating wry smile: "Where did I come from? To be honest with my senior, I may come from ten thousand years later."

It seems like I heard a huge joke.

Chen Nanxing laughed loudly, letting his blood be soaked in the robe: "You said you came from ten thousand years later, so I ask you, what is the situation of sword cultivating and sword cultivating ten thousand years later?"

Luo Changfeng is almost desperate.

He simply lay down and recalled: "Ten thousand years later, it was the grand scene of swords and swords. There was a sword idiot, white feather soul, broken the white tower gate. There was a snowy night and entered the east of the sky, and the sword was sealed with eight hundred sects. There was a heavenly sword not a saint. , There is a self-sacrifice sword in the academy... There is a sword of the two disciples of Jiange for love, there is a king's sword that sits and watches the mountains with millions of swords, an invincible sword of the mean sword, and a Taibai sword from Dujiangzhishuitian, which has been a hundred years. The cross-legged sword on the body, there is a sword that dreams back thousands of lives, and there is also a snow-breaking sword man who kills the sand for thousands of miles..."

Shen Nanxing caresses his beard.

Those extremely bright eyes seemed to see the sword and sword Sheng Jing ten thousand years later, and were filled with relief: "It's so good, so good. Sword and sword laugh, what's wrong? Nothing is worse..."

The sword soul sinks into the southern star.

Sitting north and south, dying without regrets.