The snow field in the early morning was very quiet. I don’t know if it was because of the shadow, or because the clouds were still there. The morning light was very faint, and the snow that fell from the morning light was also very sparse. It fluttered and fell on the ground without making any sound. This killing game that will be recorded in history, this killing game that will definitely change the direction of the history of the mainland, has happened for a long time, and the outcome is still undecided, but the ending seems to be doomed, surrounded by mountains The figure of the demon general was silent and stern, the shadow still hung high in the sky, the black robe sat quietly on the snow hill more than ten miles away, the figure surrounded by it was still tall and straight, but not lonely enough.
Suddenly, a gust of wind blew up in the snow field, rolling up snow flakes, the dead silence between the venues was just broken by the whistling wind, and then it was completely torn clean by a violent blasting sound, only to see the snow hill where the black robe was. Countless powerful auras, countless snow splashes towards the sky and the surroundings, the few life lights floating in the air disappeared instantly, and the front of the black robe was torn with a few strands, and what was even more frightening was that the seemingly indestructible The square plate... just turned into a piece of scrap iron.
Before they could look at the snow hill where the black robe was, countless pairs of eyes turned to somewhere in the middle of the snow field.
In the snowy field, suddenly there was an extra person.
In today's mainland, who can break through the shadow and the defense of tens of thousands of demons, and come here quietly
It was a young man, holding an old umbrella in his right hand and a dagger in his left hand, his eyes were tightly closed, and the childish brows and eyes were full of perseverance that can only be seen between life and death. , Endless exhaustion could also be seen on his face.
After an unknown amount of time, the boy opened his eyes.
This boy was naturally Chen Changsheng. He looked around in a daze, his eyes were all white, he didn't know what happened, he only vaguely understood that he had left Zhou Garden, but where is this place? Why is there a shadow in the sky here? How could the will in this shadow be stronger and more terrifying than the shadow of the roc on the grassland where the sun never sets? What are the more than ten mountain-like figures around the snow field? Why does it exude the same aura as that couple of magic generals, Teng Xiaoming and Liu Wan'er? Could it be that those mountain-like black figures are all demon generals? Who is that man in a black robe on the snow hill more than ten miles away? Why is the aura emanating from him so gloomy? Why is he wearing a black robe
Chen Changsheng looked at the looming outline of the majestic city on the far outskirts of the snowfield, and thought of the description in the Taoist records. His body was extremely stiff, and he couldn't make a sound with his mouth open. Could it be that the city is the legendary Snow Old City? Is this the Demon Realm Snowfield? Are those mountain-like shadows really demon generals? The gloomy man in the black robe is the black robe? What about the shadow
One moment, he was fighting against the falling sky on the top of Zhouyuan's mausoleum, and the next moment he came to the Demon Realm Snowfield thousands of miles away. If the figure of the demon strong man in the book is a little weaker in mental strength and weaker in willpower, he might be stunned and faint, or even be frightened to death, because this scene is so incredible.
Chen Changsheng's willpower is very strong, so he didn't pass out, but this was not a good thing, he had to stay awake to bear the mental impact of what he saw in front of him. He even felt that his mental world was showing signs of collapse, and his body was even worse. It was so stiff that I couldn't move at all.
An ant suddenly came to the world of giants, and an ordinary person suddenly strayed into the kingdom of God in the sea of stars. He felt this way at this time.
Countless snow splashed into the air and fell, and then the thin snow from the clouds slowly fell and landed on the umbrella surface. The snowfield was still dead silent, and Wushuang Nu's sight was separated by several miles, tens of miles, or even thousands of miles. Looking at Chen Changsheng from a distance, there was no sound.
For those powerhouses, Chen Changsheng's appearance was also very strange.
An ordinary person suddenly appeared in the Kingdom of God. Those high and mighty gods must be surprised as to how this ordinary person came here.
The snow field fell into a very strange silence.
Chen Changsheng's body was extremely stiff, and the unimaginably huge mental shock nearly collapsed his mental world, and at the same time broke his thoughts to run at a high speed.
In a very short time, he thought about many things. Why did he come to the Demon Realm Snowfield from Zhou Garden, this matter must not be understood in a short time, so he didn't think about it, so why did he see so many legendary demon powerhouses? Are these strong demons here to ambush themselves
This is impossible. He is now the dean of the Orthodox Academy, and his level seems to be enough, but a young man who has penetrated the upper realm is really like an ant to these big shots. Tang Thirty-Six didn't even dare to think so.
The strong demons want to kill another person, who is that person
The middle-aged man who was besieged by tens of thousands of demons for several days and nights was already seriously injured and faced with a certain death situation. The expression on his brows and eyes was still loose, as if he didn't care. However, when he saw the umbrella in Chen Changsheng's hand, His expression became serious.
As if to confirm his conjecture, he walked towards Chen Changsheng. On the snow field, he was the closest to Chen Changsheng, and he only needed ten or so steps to walk to him.
"Hey, there's a sword."
The man stretched out his left hand and took the umbrella.
Chen Changsheng only heard footsteps, and before he had time to look, he realized that the yellow paper umbrella in his hand had been taken away.
He looked at the man.
The man was wearing a long gown, but it wasn't too long, unlike a scribe, with a sword tied around his waist, but he didn't look like a swordsman, giving people a nondescript feeling.
There was a clear aura exuding from the man's body, like a sword showing its sharpness to its fullest, making it impossible to look directly at.
This was the first time Chen Changsheng saw Su Li. He only saw Su Li's back, and his eyes were pierced with pain.
It will be a long, long time before he can look at this person directly, and at that time he didn't know that this man was the legendary Li Shan Junior Master Uncle Su Li.
After a while, he came to his senses, stood up straight with difficulty, subconsciously clenched his right hand slightly, the handle of the umbrella was no longer there, and the empty feeling made him a little uncomfortable.
The yellow paper umbrella was in the middle-aged man's hand, for some reason, it looked so harmonious, as if the umbrella belonged to him in the first place.
Looking at this scene, Chen Changsheng became bewildered again, and suddenly felt that everything that happened in the Zhou Garden was just a dream. He left Tianshu Mausoleum, went from Kyoto to Wenshui to get this umbrella, and then entered the grassland. It appeared on this snowy field, tens of thousands of miles of wind and rain, just... to deliver this umbrella to this man.
Return the yellow paper umbrella to this man.
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Su Li held the middle part of the yellow paper umbrella with his left hand, watched it quietly for a long time, and then a smile appeared on the corner of his lips.
Then the smile turned into a hearty laugh, into a long laugh.
He smiled so happily, his face brightened.
He looked at the figure of the demon general like a black mountain in the distance, at the black robe sitting cross-legged in the crushed snow, at the shadow in the sky, and said: "You all say that I lack a sword, yes, I do Short of a sword, but now... I have a sword, is it your turn to be afraid?"
Chen Changsheng didn't understand, this was obviously an umbrella, even if there was a sword intent inside, how could it be called a sword
He didn't know that this yellow paper umbrella was a peerless and famous sword called Zhetian.
Hundreds of years ago, the head of the Lishan Sword Sect of that generation held this sword and fought Zhou Dufu for 300 rounds in the Zhou Garden. He died without breaking the sword.
This sword is the strongest sword in the sword pool, and it is also the sword that is the most unwilling and most wants to regain freedom.
This sword was supposed to be inherited by Su Li. This is his sword.
The blade of this sword left the grassland, was picked up by Su Li, and sent to Wenshui, where he built a versatile umbrella.
But the intent of the sword is not there, so it is not the sword he wants.
The sword intent of this sword has been waiting for the return and reunion of the sword body in the grassland.
Hundreds of years later, Chen Changsheng passed by Wenshui and got an umbrella from the Tang family. He took the umbrella into the Zhou Garden, and in the grassland, let the body of the sword meet the meaning of the sword, thus summoning Wanjian to fly into the sky.
This story seems to have ushered in a perfect ending so far, but in fact it is not.
It wasn't until he came to this snowy field and handed over the umbrella to Su Li that the ending was truly perfect.
Holding the yellow paper umbrella, Su Li recalled hundreds of years ago, the first time he walked into the cave on the top of Li Mountain and saw the sword hanging on the wall behind his master. In the Tongyou Realm, I was very moved when I entered the Zhou Garden several times in a row to search for the sword.
This is Li Shan's sword, this is Master's sword, and this is Su Li's sword.
Hundreds of years, really long time no see.
This makes him unhappy, how can he laugh without indulgence.
He was laughing, and the yellow paper umbrella seemed to be laughing too.
But there is still a trace of sadness and regret in the joyful laughter.
Master, I have regained my grip on this sword.
But... Zhou Dufu is dead, I have no chance to kill him by the sword and avenge you.
The clear and presumptuous, but regretful laughter echoed on the silent snow field, as if it would spread thousands of miles away.
The meaning in this laughter clearly told the whole world, even Chen Changsheng understood it.
It is a pity that Zhou Dufu is dead, but it is a pity that he cannot be beheaded by the sword.
How confident, even arrogant, this is.
But no one expressed ridicule or disdain for this, even the black robe was silent.
Because Su Li has already found his sword, who knows where he will go on the way of the sword
The clear laughter gradually subsided, and the sword light on Su Li's body also gradually disappeared, as if he had turned into an ordinary middle-aged man.
He raised his head and looked around the snowy field. The huge figures of those demon generals were like black mountains, with a calm expression, and they stretched out their hands to hold the umbrella handle.
His left hand holds the middle of the yellow paper umbrella, like holding a scabbard.
He holds the handle of the yellow paper umbrella in his right hand, as if about to draw a sword.
Chen Changsheng noticed that his fingers were very slender, very suitable for playing the piano, and of course, more suitable for holding a sword.
The handle of the umbrella is the handle of the sword. The moment Su Li's hand fell on the handle of the umbrella, a sharp sword intent enveloped the entire snowfield.
On the snow field dozens of miles away, the figure of a mountain-like demon general swayed slightly, and then fell heavily into the snow.
A stream of blood appeared in the snow sky.
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