Whether it is the soft morning of mist, the dusk of the sunset, or the late night of the wind, the mountain is still a giant sword that cannot be covered by the gentleness and power of the world.

The straight and steep mountains pierce the clouds, and remain unchanged for thousands of years. While it is daunting, it can't help but feel inexplicably respectful.

There are not even many trees on this mountain, but there is a quiet lake on the top of the mountain. The mirror-shaped lake surface reflects the sky, and it is also easy to reflect people's hearts.

Some people walked out of the empty wilderness below the mountain.

These people come from different places, and even their clothes are very different.

They came to the foot of the mountain and walked up the mountain path where goats could easily fall to death.

More and more people climbed the mountain, but more and more people turned around and went down the mountain. Before approaching the last dozens of feet of mountain road in the lake, only two people stayed.

The weather was still very cold, but the clothes these two were wearing were very thin and they didn't seem to be afraid of the cold.

They stopped and looked at the dead tree stretching out from the cliff ahead.

Two swords were inserted on the charred dead wood that was struck by lightning.

One is green, the body and hilt of the sword are like glass, and the other is gray, but the body of the sword is covered with black spots that make people easily think of the abdomen of some kind of poisonous snake.

"Qingli?"

A man raised his eyebrows slightly and spoke first.

This is a tall middle-aged man wearing a light ink shirt and a broad sword hanging around his waist. The broad sword is very heavy and seems to pull him off the mountain road at any time, but for him, it is as insignificant as if he is hung with a wheat ear.

"yes."

The second person who spoke out loud smiled bitterly.

This is a young man in shabby cloak. His hair and beard were obviously repaired by himself, and it was a little untidy. The many traces he had seen on the mountain road before could not shake his firm face at all. However, looking at the blue sword, his thin shoulders shrank and felt fear.

"Poisonous belly, seventh in the sword weapon list."

The tall middle-aged man's eyes fell on the sword covered with black spots that were faintly visible on his sword, and his expression gradually calmed down. "Before he reached the lakeside, the swords that were third and seventh in the sword weapon list had already fallen here. This year's sword meeting is really unprecedented."

After saying this, he stopped saying anything, nor went to see the young man in old clothes, and walked forward with great strides.

Although the sword weapon was amazing and the mountain road ahead was steeper, no one deliberately put the ban on it and there was no need to crack it. That would be a smooth road for him.

Just counting breaths, his figure disappeared from the young man's sight.

The young man frowned, knowing that the expected opponent was much stronger than him, and it would probably have a significant impact on his aggressive sword heart. But since he has arrived here, he has no reason to leave without taking a look.

He also followed with great strides, but in the end he couldn't bear to let the two good swords that were too much stronger than his sword, so he turned around and pulled out a sword from the charred dead tree and put it away.

But for some reason, he did not choose the Qingli who was ranked higher, but instead took the poisonous belly.

......

Dozens of people have arrived by the banks of Jinghu Lake.

When the young man arrived, a sword light was rising from the center of the lake, flying higher and higher, and going upwards toward the sky.

The sword light flew too high, and in an instant, he couldn't see clearly, but even when he reached a high altitude, the sword light was still perpendicular to the ground and was not distracted at all.

It is as difficult as making a sword fly to such a high altitude, and the sword path is so straight, it is like burning an incense stick, and it is as difficult as making the smoke rush into the sky, but not being blown by the wind.

The young man was amazed and thought that it would be difficult for him to do it, but he couldn't understand what this sword was doing.

He thought in his heart, but someone spoke slightly sarcastically: "No matter how high you fly, you will still have to fall. What's the use of flying no matter how high you fly?"

The man who made a sound was wearing white clothes and standing under an apricot tree.

There are few apricot trees on such high mountains, but this apricot tree is not only thick, but also has many dried fruits hanging on its branches.

The young man who picked up a sword felt ashamed at first sight.

The man in white has a picture-like face. Even a man can be described as extremely beautiful. His figure is impeccable, but his expression looks cold and inaccessible, just like the white snow on Cangshan Mountain.

A laughter rang out at this moment.

While the young man was looking at the white-clothed swordsman, someone was also looking at him.

It was a man in blue shirt and short hair, with ordinary clothes and ordinary face, and even his figure was very ordinary. He smiled and looked at the young man's picking up sword behind his back, and said, "It seems that you should be Guo Qiujue, a famous swordsman in Chu Di recently."

The young man was stunned, "How do you know?"

"You are really famous lately, and your Yunmeng Sword Sect is really poor." The man with short hair in blue shirt wanted to hold it in, but he couldn't hold it in the end and couldn't help laughing.

Guo Qiu woke up and realized that what the other party said was that he picked up a sword on his own. His face was slightly hot, but he felt that the man in blue was close to him and said, "Who is this brother?"

"Qin, Bashan Sword Field, Yu Zuochi." The man in blue shirt and short hair nodded slightly to show his respect.

Those who can reach here are the strongest sword masters in the world, but they are only the names of Bashan Sword Field and Yu Zuochi, but they have never heard of them. Guo Qiujue wanted to say that he had long admired his name, but because of his temperament, he couldn't say it for a while, and he couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed.

Yu Zuochi saw his embarrassment, but laughed, "I rarely walked around before. If you say you have heard of it, it is hypocritical."

Guo Qiu felt his eyes shiny slightly, and he suddenly felt that this man was heroic.

The white-clothed swordsman turned his head and looked at Guo Qiujue and the sword he was carrying sideways, but snorted coldly.

"He is Baili Liusu, and he also comes from Qin and Minshan Sword Sect." Yu Zuochi smiled, "But don't get me wrong. He thought I was talking too much all the way, not because of you picking up the sword."

The white-clothed sword master frowned slightly and glanced at Yu Zuochi coldly, "Want you to talk more?"

Yu Zuochi said seriously: "Actually, I don't talk much, but you talk too little."

Guo Qiujue suddenly felt that these two people were good and smiled and bowed to them.

"Twenty-three years ago, a large amount of cold iron was found in this Mirror Lake. Its quality was excellent. Without the smelting of famous masters, it would be enough to surpass the sword body of most famous swords. Cultivators from various sects gathered here, and decided the ownership of these cold irons by sword fighting and ranking in order." Yu Zuochi looked at the looming sword light that was still in the sky, but he couldn't help but kick a stone towards the calm lake in front of him. Seeing the blue sky reflected in the water stirred by his stone, he suddenly felt like he was stolen.

He was a little confused, "The cold iron had been divided back then, but the Jinghu Sword Society was formed. Twenty-three years ago, the one who won here was Yue Kunwu from Yunshui Palace. Yue Kunwu's move to break the cold pool was indelible. In the end, he flew into the sky to see his unmoving sword heart, and made people understand that he is not only powerful in true energy, but also exquisite in tricks. Now this person flew into the sky to see his unmoving sword heart, but he wants to let people know at a glance that his unmoving sword heart has surpassed Yue Kunwu twenty-three years ago."

"It's still too much." Baili Liusu felt that this person was too bored, but after saying a word, he thought that this person might say that he was too little, so he added coldly, "Who doesn't know these?"

Guo Qiujue suddenly felt a little embarrassed again, "I really don't know."

Yu Zuochi couldn't help but smile again, but then he was serious and said, "Before I was finished, this person showed that his unmoving sword heart had surpassed the master of Yunshui Palace back then. You Baili Liusu felt bored. What do the people in Yunshui Palace think now?"

Baili Liusu and Guo Qiujue's hearts suddenly moved.

"This person is Yu Qingqi, Daming Sword, and the second in the sword weapon list." Yu Zuochi said: "But..."

"What's the use?" Baili Liusu interrupted him directly.

The lake of mirror moves.

The calm water surface felt someone's sword intent, and it was volatile. A wave surged up, and a man stood on the wave, holding the sword across his chest and said directly: "Yu Qingqi, are you all dead in Yunshui Palace?"

This man's tone is extremely shaking, but he is born beautifully.

It's really beautiful.

Because she is a woman with her eyebrows and eyes as picturesque, her hair is tied into a drooping cloud bun, and a jade hairpin is inserted in between, with skin as cream and eyebrows as ink. She does not apply powder, but is so beautiful that she is thrilling. She is wearing a jade-white feathered gauze water-sleeved palace outfit, standing on the waves, just like the legendary God of Luo.

Guo Qiujue was a little stunned and murmured to himself: "Yun Tang, the Lord of Yunshui Palace, it turns out..."

"Women can also compete for swordsmanship?"

On the other end where she was facing, above the black stone, the man glanced at her faintly, and the sword light remained unmoved in the bitter wind.
Chapter completed!