One person and one sword, fought in the world for eight years, and was invincible in the world. Chen Rentu could not even imagine such a glorious scene. Because in today's world, although the Tianyuan Realm is already considered a strong man at the top of the pyramid, and is in charge of the life and death of one side, the martial arts powerful men on the martial arts list are like mountains and overwhelming on the heads of all the Tianyuan Realm powerful men in the world. The idea of ​​being invincible in the world may only appear in that era when strong people emerge.

"So, if this person is not necessary, we should not provoke him. Otherwise, although he is in the Tianyuan Realm now, how can you know how many deadly trump cards he holds in his hand?"

Yang Yanlie put the teacup down and said lightly: "We can continue to think of ways to do the rootless Xuanmu. Since the girl is protected by a powerful man like Yu Xuanming, this is also her opportunity, and there will be no danger."

Chen Rentu sneered and looked at Yang Yanlie disdainfully: "Old guy, what good people are you still pretending to be here? Your friendship with the Kong family is really as pure as you said? Haha, if this is true, how could you let that girl enter the ancient battlefield alone to find the rootless Xuanmu?"

Yang Yanlie had no expression on his face, and he didn't even move his eyebrows. He looked like he had entered into a state of meditation and said slowly: "Because the rootless Xuanmu, only she can find it."

"So in order to preserve your reputation, you did not hesitate to follow this girl. Even if she was in danger of life, she did not take action. She just waited to reap the benefits of the fisherman and get the rootless Xuanmu." Chen Rentu sneered and said, "Yang Yanlie, you and I have been in love for many years and know each other well. Naturally, you don't need to pretend to be a good person in front of me. Compared to me, a real villain, you are more worthy of being guarded by others."

After saying this, Chen Rentu turned around and left the city lord's mansion without saying a word.

Looking at his left back, Yang Yanlie rubbed a tiny chain in his hand, and murderous intent passed by in his eyes, silent.

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"You know that girl indeed."

After Bai Yang left the cave, he met Yu Xuanming in the snowy forest at the foot of the mountain. Yu Xuanming also turned his head and asked with a smile.

"Yes." Bai Yang nodded, but he did not get too entangled on this topic. Naturally, Yu Xuanming did not ask any more. He put his hands behind him and laughed softly: "Come with me."

After saying that, he walked slowly into the snow forest.

Bai Yang followed Yu Xuanming and followed him to the depths of the snow forest.

Various trees grow in this snow forest, and even some green bamboos covered with heavy snow, as well as patches of plum forests blooming in the snow. This scene instantly relieved Bai Yang's somewhat confused mood. Smelling the scent of flowers that thrilled his nose, it seemed that even the cold wind became softer.

"I planted the plum forests and bamboo forests here by myself. I have carefully looked at them for many years, but they have been talking about the results. Later, I simply let them grow, and instead developed this pity, which really corresponds to the words "I have no intention."

Yu Xuanming laughed? The laughter was clear. From time to time, he looked at the plum blossoms with his favorite eyes, and then pointed at the stone pavilion in the forest, which was just half-high and could look down at the surrounding scenery.

When the two of them walked to the pavilion, Yu Xuanming sat down slowly, and a flash of light in his palm was printed on the stone table.

The sword intent was filled with unyielding and arrogant artistic conception, just like plum blossoms blooming in the snow, and in the worst situation, it could also blossom its own sharpness.

With such sword intent, even though Bai Yang had a shallow understanding of the sword, he couldn't help but exclaim: "The sword of the senior has indeed reached its peak."

"I haven't even seen the peak before, so how can I talk about climbing the peak?" Yu Xuanming waved his hand, brushed his fingers across the stone table with the sword intent printed at that moment, and swept away the snow. "This sword intent is the second move in my sword score, called [Drunk Moon Style]. Compared with [Burning Moon and Killing Canglong], it is less domineering, but more of a gentleman's way of establishing a world."

"After all the martial arts in the world cannot jump out of the word "kill". The anger is too strong, and the murderous thoughts in everyone's heart are enough to destroy themselves. So in my sword score, there is a sword style that uses the "Drunk Moon Style" to ask the heart."

Yu Xuanming looked at Bai Yang, and his deep eyes suddenly filled with an indescribable meaning: "Do you know, what is the heart?"

"I don't know, please tell me clearly." Bai Yang answered honestly.

"Those who seek fame and reputation all their lives emphasize a saying that they are worthy of their original heart and never forget their original heart. But what is the original heart and what is the original heart? Fighting for power and profit is invincible in the world. Is this really the heart of a cultivator? If you want to become a god who reaches the top, you must first be a good person. The heart of a human being is unpredictable, so how can you talk about the vague and unreasonable heart of the god?"

"The quality of the mind is not determined by strength."

Yu Xuanming pointed to the sword intent on the table, pointed to his chest, and smiled and said, "Ask the heart, what is the heart? You have to ask your own heart. I don't want to talk about the sour truths, but the way of dealing with the world and the direction of the mind must be decided by you. Once you understand this ring, you will understand the true meaning of the move [Drunk Moon Style]."

After patting Bai Yang's shoulder, Yu Xuanming suddenly whispered: "That girl seems to be secretly convinced you that young man, love debt is not so easy to bear."

A sentence made Bai Yang speech a little confused. Before he could explain anything, Yu Xuanming had already left with the mellow laughter.

This kind of chic attitude that came and went like the wind also gave Bai Yang a little more insight.

"Why, boy, could it be shaken by a few words?" The master seemed to curl his lips and said disdainfully: "What a bullshit question, it cannot be determined by power? It sounds nice. In this world, saints have no good endings. Yu Xuanming wants to be the saint who saves the world with swords, so he has fallen to this point. If you want to follow his footsteps, I can only say that you are too stupid!"

Bai Yang shook his head, touched the marks of the sword intent on the table with his fingers, and recalled scenes of past memories in his mind. Many past events surged into his heart, making him immersed in an inexplicable state.

"Those who end up in a tragic way are only good and blindly pursuing extreme goodness has actually become another kind of evil. Although I do not admit this approach, I do not want to agree with the principle of power supremacy. If the creatures in this world live like ants and live in silence under the oppression of powerful forces, what is the use of this power? It is better to let the spirit sealing array destroy the vitality of the world together." Bai Yang sighed, his voice became more and more firm. When the master was silent, he whispered: "The way to establish the world is nothing more than good self and good people, weighing interests, and people's hearts are unpredictable, but it makes the world taste like."

"Why, don't you want to be assimilated?" The master rarely became serious.

After he asked this question, Bai Yang suddenly felt the power of the stars in his body stagnated, as if he was at a certain breakthrough.

This abnormality made Bai Yang feel in his heart. His answer probably determined the direction in which the power of stars will act in the future.

After pondering for a while, Bai Yang smiled and put the snow on the table, then rubbed the snow in his hand, and said, "It is better to get involved in the turbid current than to keep it alone. Since you want to change, you must first become the strongest one in the turbid current. I think this sword of inquiries exists because of this."

"Strength is not absolute, but before that, I must have strength first."

Bai Yang slapped his hand and the stone table was actually cracked. In the cracked stone table, a sword-shaped light slowly rose and penetrated into his eyebrows. He was immediately captured by him with his own blood power and quickly dismantled and assimilated.

After opening his eyes again, the mixed sword light in Bai Yang's eyes grew a little more, like a magnificent sea of ​​stars intertwined with sword lights.

The Qingtian Snow Sword began to tremble in the Dantian, and then flew into Baiyang's palms independently. The heavy snow in the sky seemed to be a little arrogant again, but in the hazy wind and snow, a sword light rose against the snow and soared into the sky.

The sword is like the first time it is covered with dust, with a proud temperament.

The air waves are surging.

Yu Xuanming, who had been watching the snow for a hundred years, looked at the sword light rising from the sky towards Xuelin, and showed a gratified smile on his face. Bai Yang's talent was indeed much better than he had imagined. This [Drunk Moon Style] was actually a test he left behind, but Bai Yang gave the most perfect answer to this test.

Although Yu Xuanming has a gentle temperament, he is not the kind of idiot who will casually hand over the sword score he has written throughout his life to a person who has never been masked. Whether it is the Qingtian Xue Luo Sword or the Jiuyue Feng's sword intent test, it is all to prove that Bai Yang is indeed worthy of his sword passing.

Now it seems that Yu Xuanming thinks he hasn't misunderstood yet. This time, he really picked up a treasure.

"A gentleman's establishment does not depend on his heart, but on people. Understanding how to be a human being can make one feel ashamed of his heart." Seeing that the artistic conception in the sword light was pure, Yu Xuanming naturally knew that Bai Yang had fully understood the puzzle he left behind. After smiling, he picked a piece of snowflake, turned into a three-foot ice edge in his hand, and slashed in the direction where Bai Yang was with a sword.

"How much you can understand this sword depends entirely on your own talent."

In the cave, Kong Moyi felt two awesome sword intents rising into the sky, and the gentleman sword on the lotus in his hand was also shocked inexplicably.

As for the long swords on the wall, they seemed to feel the terror of the two sword intents and began to tremble violently.

Curiously, Kong Moyi walked out of the cave with the Junzi Sword on the Lotus, staring at the sword light flying towards the snow forest in the heavy snow, and the sword light that cut off the flying snow like a white rainbow, with only a look of shock left on his face, and he looked at everything in front of him in a daze.

The gentleman on the lotus in her hand finally trembled so much that she couldn't bear it. With a buzzing sound, she actually drove her forward and rushed forward for a few steps, and then her heart fitted, and the sword heart was above the heart of the people, controlling Kong Moyi's body, and the lotus sword was unsheathed!
Chapter completed!