He burst into laughter, bursting into tears, his spine cracking with laughter.

in a crackling sound.

Gu Qingshui stood up inch by inch from the ground.

The dark blue-skinned siren, Ahe, suddenly stepped forward and drew his knife out of its scabbard. The girl reached out, held down the handle of his knife, and pressed the knife back. She looked coldly at Gu Qingshui, whose spine had been smashed to pieces, and stood on the ice shell again. This withered and thin old man seems to have become a skin full of holes.

Blood trickled down his hair, his old robe, his fingertips.

"……meaning."

Gu Qingshui murmured.

He took a step forward, the blood pooling in a large pool on the snow.

"righteous!"

He raised his head to laugh and spread his arms violently.

The dilapidated old robe suddenly vibrated, and the violent airflow collided violently in the robe, blowing a whirlwind of snow-colored swirling around him. The old man who had his spine broken and his legs smashed stood in the snow as a blood-colored long sword. The sword qi shot straight into the sky, hatred, sorrow, love, resentment... a lifetime of joys and sorrows, and a lifetime of dreams.

The snow on the ice shell was rolled up, and the momentum became more and more intense.

In the quiet blue sea, countless waiting giant whales made a dull sound, the whales echoed and collided, and the pupils of all kinds of sea monsters holding bone spears and longbows suddenly pulled into a vertical line, and the bone spears were attached to the bowstrings of the giant bows. The strings were tensed, and Li Feng was broken by the strings, making a long and mournful sound.

Ah Hengdao stepped forward and protected the girl: "Lord Yinman!"

The girl's shoulder-length black hair fluttered in the wind, and she looked at the blood-colored old man indifferently across the vortex of wind and snow.

"Fire arrows!"

Tens of thousands of sirens loosened their bowstrings at the same time, ten million strong strings echoed out ten million explosions at the same time, and thousands of bone spears whistled out in the explosion.

Gu Qingshui raised his head, dense bone spears were printed in his pupils.

Covering the sky and the sun, it was like a torrential rain that flew obliquely.

. . . The heavy rain hit the broken house in the mountains.

The firewood in the stove was still burning, and a teacher and a disciple surrounded the fire, waiting for the wine to heat up and the meat to cook. The master asked the apprentice, what do you think is a sword? The apprentice said, slaying injustice and shouting injustice is a sword, and moving forward without fear of floating dust is a sword. The master asked again, if one day someone does unrighteousness, but this person is your blood brother, will you kill him?

The apprentice said: Kill.

There is another person, a woman, who uses mortals to make alchemy, but this person has been with you for many years and has rescued you several times. Do you kill or not?

kill.

There is another person, who is obsessed with strong soldiers and goes into the devil, but this person is the one who taught you the way, taught you the industry, and has the grace of re-creation for you... That is, as a teacher, then you kill or not?

……kill.

The rain on the roof was crackling, and the fire inside the house was gradually burning.

Amazingly quiet.

Master laughed.

He smiled and said: ... Qing Shui, you can cultivate into the first swordsman, but your Dao, I am afraid that you will not be able to cultivate.

Gu Qingshui closed his eyes, cultivated for 30 years, had blood relatives on the blade, cultivated for 300 years, killed his master, cultivated for 800 years, and killed his only son... The blood-brother's stunned face, the master's calm face, the only son was terrified. The face he dares to believe... All the people who died under the sword appeared in front of his eyes, like a vortex.

New ghosts in the sky, singing the songs of the old days.

The bone spear roared and fell, and the wind it brought pierced into the bones.

"Northwest... the sky is not enough!!!"

Gu Qingshui suddenly opened his eyes, a hoarse, jackdaw-like mournful cry burst into the air.

Northwest sky is not enough! Come to know the weather!

Blood light rose into the sky, and ten thousand arrows passed through the sky.

Tens of thousands of ferocious bone spears with a length of 10 meters were simultaneously nailed into a huge smooth ice wall. The neck, shoulders, arms, sternum and ribs, thighs... all the torso and limbs were smashed to pieces.

Only one head, between the bone spears, was intact.

Gray hair.

Eyes restless, soul restless.

Facing southeast.

…………………………………………

The birds perched in the clumps of the peaks and cliffs suddenly seemed to have a premonition, flew up uneasy, hovered in the air, and chirped incessantly. The disciples of the Imperial Beast Sect who were meditating on the martial arts platform opened their eyes and looked at the black jackdaws in astonishment, their wings flapping endlessly.

"Strange, this dumb crow hasn't barked for a long time, why is it so noisy today?" The disciple on the mountain wearing a blue-gray robe scratched his head and asked the senior brother next to him, "Senior brother, shouldn't you be stealing their gold again?"

"Bah! Is this senior brother that kind of person? Even the private money of a few crows is greedy." The senior brother suddenly turned his face.

"...Eh, isn't it?"

"I think your skin is itchy..." Senior brother rolled up his sleeves and pressed his knuckles with a clunk.

The disciple on duty was about to run away when the crows in the sky suddenly let out a cry. An ominous premonition arises spontaneously, that is, at this moment, the solemn and vast bell drowns the entire main sect again, and the bell shakes the sea fog and water clouds between the peaks.

"The mountain bell is ringing again." The disciple on duty in the blue-gray shirt was shocked, "This is the second time... This, this is too frequent, right? Do you really want to..."

His senior brother frowned and looked in the direction of the main sect hall. On the most majestic and majestic main peak, a quaint grey stone giant hall was standing among the clouds and mist. When the mountain bell rang for the first time a few days ago, all the elders in the main sect rushed there, and they disappeared for several days.

Now the mountain bell is ringing again.

"...What decision did the elders make?" The older senior brother murmured and guessed.

As soon as the words fell, they heard the familiar voice of the elders who presided over the peaks above their peaks: