Above the green peak.

The sword hissed.

The flying sword became sharper and sharper, and the sword's intention became more majestic. The trajectory it took was like hundreds of meteor rays flying, which was magnificent.

But the powerful power revealed in it was enough to shock everyone.

Lin Chuyi and Lin Shiwu looked up at this scene.

They are still young and don't know much, so they don't know the meaning behind Jian Zong's move.

But their hearts were surging uncontrollably.

There are some indescribable but extremely important things that quietly take root and sprout deep in their hearts.

That is the belief that only sword cultivators have.

This is the biggest benefit of joining a group.

Maybe some people will choose to join an ordinary small sect and rise from the bottom. This is not a bad way.

But joining a great sect and standing on the shoulders of giants can often see further.

Lu Qingshan's body was hanging in the air, his body was facing the biting cold wind of winter, but his heart was burning.

Everything he saw before him made him deeply understand the spirit of the Sword Sect.

At the same time, he also understood the meaning of the meaningful and incomprehensible smile of the old sect leader Xie Qingyun when he handed over this matter to him.

Xie Qingyun had actually already made a decision in his heart.

Swordsmanship cultivates both the shuriken and the heart sword.

Lu Qingshan, as Xie Qingyun Luoyue Tianyuan's son, saw the future and hope of the real Sword Sect in his eyes. When Lu Qingshan wanted to follow the sect in the Western Expedition, Xie Qingyun did not stop him.

Because this is what Lu Qingshan’s heart sword points to.

It is better to take what is straight than to seek what is wrong.

Swordsmanship must be smooth with both the shuriken and the heart sword in order to move forward in an indomitable manner.

Then how could Xie Qingyun not let these old swordsmen who were equally full of fighting spirit walk with the young disciples?

The reason why he asked Lu Qingshan to take this trip was, more importantly, to let Lu Qingshan experience the will of the Sword Sect personally.

This is a sect where all disciples have a sense of belonging, a place with a glorious heritage.

For thousands of years, from time to time, some monks from other sects wanted to secretly learn the sword sect's techniques and sword skills.

Of course, they all failed in the end.

But they don't understand that even if they succeed, they will never be as powerful as the sword cultivators of the Sword Sect.

The truly powerful things of the Sword Sect cannot be learned secretly.

Without ten thousand years of inheritance and edification, it would be difficult to even scratch the surface!

.......

After a while, the flying sword that released the violent aura finally stopped, turned into a stream of light, and was taken back into the dantian by the sword cultivators.

Lu Qingshan also took back his dragon bird.

But the fierce sword intent will not dissipate in a short while.

The energy in his chest also lingered for a long time.

Just at this moment.

Above the pure white sky, white clouds suddenly rolled in without warning. After an unbearable cold wind blew by, white ice crystal-like objects like white flakes fell down one after another.

Winter snow.

The snow was very dense and very small. It didn't have the overwhelming and crazy momentum that swept everything. It just fell slowly, seemingly a little reserved.

Snowing.

This year's winter snow came extremely late.

The late winter snow is falling.

Lu Qingshan stretched out his hand.

A crystal snowflake whirled and slowly fell into his palm.

"It's going to snow late..." Lu Qingshan gently shook off the snowflakes that had just fallen in his hand, squinted his eyes to the west, and sighed: "Can I have a drink?"

The snowflake escaped from his palm and fell downwards.

The bright rising sun happened to shine on this small snowflake, but it was reflected and emitted colorful mist, spreading in all directions.

It was also in a moment.

The mood in Lu Qingshan's chest suddenly reverberated.

A hint of enlightenment suddenly arose in his heart.

"Winter snow?"

"guard?"

"Four taels can move a thousand catties..."

The next moment, in his sea of ​​consciousness, there was a mysterious symbol representing the word "ying" on top of a gorgeous but incomplete original divine inscription, shining with golden light.

The lines, iron paintings and silver hooks unfold like gray lines of grass and snakes, and the divine light shines, gradually taking shape.

Immediately afterwards, this mysterious symbol broke free from the original divine text and floated, shining like jade.

Various factors of chance and coincidence finally allowed Lu Qingshan to cross the threshold of the fourth chapter of the wilderness again and enter the palace.

Whoosh!

Lu Qingshan couldn't help but fly high through the air, flying thousands of feet upwards in one breath before stopping.

Here, the cold is even worse and the winter snow is more dense.

It's just that there is invisible air current reverberating around him at the moment, so none of the winter snow can get close to him.

Lu Qingshan overlooked the majestic Jianzong below and the vast overhanging mountains.

The hanging mountain range is a group of snowfield peaks.

There are countless peaks, each with its own surprise, some majestic, some spiritual, some majestic, some strange, some steep and dangerous, all of which form an extremely vivid picture.

These peaks reach straight into the clouds.

It's snowing all over the sky.

The weather is booming.

The fields are filled with mist.

Lu Qingshan looked at the boundless mountains, and then slowly closed his eyes.

The scene he had just experienced came to his mind.

He was feeling the mottled sword intent that was still echoing in the air.

His mind had entered a strange state.

The spirit lingering in his chest continued to grow, reaching straight into the sky.

In the end, all that was left in Lu Qingshan's mind was the crystal snowflake that reflected thousands of rays of light.

The mysterious symbols in his sea of ​​consciousness began to emit bits of starlight, like a dream, like foam.

A moment.

Lu Qingshan suddenly opened his eyes.

There is a strange light flowing in the dark eyes.

A blazing red light flashed in his hand.

Dragon bird in hand.

Looking at the snowflakes falling all over the sky, Lu Qingshan moved with his sword.

Wow~

A misty track suddenly appeared in mid-air.

That was the trajectory left by the sword's edge in the void when the long sword was slashed. It was like a dream and an illusion, and it already exhausted the essence of the sword style.

Following the silk thread, a continuous stream of sword energy spread out.

All the surrounding snowflakes that were moving with the wind were surprisingly still at this moment, as if time had frozen, and only the majestic sword energy was flowing freely on the sword's edge.

The winter snow is falling again.

But it didn't fall from the sky, but condensed on the dragon bird's sword, cluster after cluster, constantly circling.

The "snowflakes" clustered together, becoming more and more brilliant, and their power became more and more terrifying.
To be continued...