Chapter 316

Li Muchen looked at Su Bai with a little surprise. With his sharp perception, he could detect the changes in Su Bai's body.

The surging force made the air ripple, and Li Muchen's eyes also ripple. He knew that Su Bai only broke through the ninth condensate month before. In other words, it was less than two months before Su Bai entered the ninth condensate month. However, in less than two months, he was able to hit the bottleneck?

"Although the little guy's cultivation is crazy, the accumulation in just two months is far from enough. If he wants to break through forcibly, I'm afraid it will take several months to consolidate his cultivation and even leave hidden dangers to his body." Li Muchen frowned slightly, and Ling empty stepped like a wild goose and shot at Su Bai, However, just before Li Muchen stepped into the area several feet away from Su's defeat, his eyes suddenly narrowed, and his frightened look covered his face in an instant, and his raised soles solidified in the air.

A feeling that made Li Muchen cold all over flooded Li Muchen's body. Li Muchen noticed that the tumbling waterfall and youtan were freezing into ice at a terrible speed, and even the warm sunlight was frozen in mid air.

What kind of power is this? Li Muchen felt an inexplicable chill with the cultivation of the congenital strong. It seemed that as long as he took another step forward, that force would completely freeze himself and lift his eyes. Li Muchen's eyes fell on Su Bai's calm face. Under the sunlight, the latter's face was as white as jade, and a light frost appeared between his sword eyebrows.

"Does this power come from Su Bai?" Li Muchen twisted together, but his tone was uncertain: "how could he have such a terrible power in his body? No, this power comes from the sword meaning, which leads the vision of heaven and earth. What kind of sword meaning is this?"

Li Muchen whispered softly, deeply afraid of disturbing Su Bai, and walked back. At this time, the goose feather like snow catkins fell impressively in the warm sunlight. When the snow catkins fell on Li Muchen's shoulders, Li Muchen excited his whole body. He even stretched out his hand to hold the snow catkins, shook his eyes, and attracted the vision of heaven and earth with the sword idea. What a terrible sword idea can do this.

"It's really hard to see through." Li Muchen murmured softly, but his eyes showed an alert look. He didn't know what Su Bai was doing now, but he was sure that Su Bai could not be disturbed.

While Li Muchen was stunned, Su Bai found himself in an ancient road at dusk, and the snow catkins rustled and fell. At this time, a figure in white like snow stepped on the hasty afterglow and woke up the wind and snow. The snow was getting heavier and heavier. The plum blossoms blooming in the wind on both sides of the ancient road have lost their original color. Even the world in front of us has lost its color and is dim.

Seeing this familiar figure, Su Bai should have been ecstatic, but at the moment, his state of mind was like the ice and snow in the distant mountains, quiet as snow.

"Ximen blows snow," Su Bai murmured softly.

Just then, the snow like figure stopped in vain, as if he heard Su Bai's whisper, raised his head, but looked not at Su Bai, but at the end of the ancient road.

Su Po also raised his head and looked at the end of the ancient road. He saw a dazzling sword light coming quickly.

assassination!

This was su Bai's only thought.

His eyes were focused on the falling snow catkins. If he didn't notice the sword light, at the moment when the sword light was about to touch the white clothes, Su Bai noticed that he calmly held the ancient black scabbard sword behind him, and then a cold sword light rippled out and integrated into the wind and snow.

Poof!

At the moment of his sword, a blood lotus bloomed in the wind.

Then the figure coming quickly fell to the ground and splashed scarlet.

"It's a very elegant killing sword technique." Su Bai murmured, but his eyes stopped on his movements. Ximen chuixue slowly raised his simple long sword and gently blew the blood beads around it. The blood beads gently drew a beautiful arc in the air and fell into the wind and snow. When they turned their eyes, they were covered by the wind and snow, and the sword peak became as white as snow again.

Su Bai looked at the sword peak, which reflected a side face as pale as snow.

"There will always be countless faithless and unjust people in the world. When you stab people in their throat and watch the blood bloom under your sword, you can always see the brilliance of that moment, and you will know that there is nothing comparable to that kind of beauty."

The cold voice was like snow catkins on the ground. Su Bai looked at the white figure far away, and immediately looked at the body covered by wind and snow on the ground. He raised his head and looked at the snow catkins floating in the sky. He couldn't help saying, "it's as lonely as snow."

The setting sun, the clothes as pale as snow, the sword peak, the side face, and the loneliness seem to be branded in it.

With his steps, Su Po came to the end of the ancient road at dusk.

There was a mountain villa, Wanmei mountain villa, but there was no plum tree in the villa, but Su Bai could smell the fragrance of flowers. Ximen chuixue stands upright, like the sculpture that has stood there since ancient times.

Looking at this figure, Su Bai couldn't help thinking of Ye Gucheng. When he first saw Ye Gucheng, he also saw a touch of loneliness in Ye Gucheng's eyes, which was a kind of loneliness left behind and independent from the world of mortals, while Su Bai also saw loneliness in Ximen chuxue's always indifferent and cold eyes, which was a kind of deep-rooted, pale and powerless loneliness, However, when holding the ancient sword behind, this loneliness seemed insignificant.

Wanmei mountain villa is very big, and the undulating bamboo houses and pavilions show their majestic spirit. However, in Su Bai's eyes, Wanmei mountain villa is very small, and only the lonely white figure in front of him is left. Su Bai stands in the wind and snow and stares at the white figure quietly.

Time is speechless.

Su Bai just stared. He didn't know how long the eyes were, short as a blink, or long as another world.

He only remembers that when the wind blows, Ximen chuixue always dances his sword in the wind and snow, forgetting to eat and sleep. Year after year, day after day, the loneliness in his lonely eyes is getting stronger and stronger, just like a bone maggot.

"No friends, no relatives, no lovers, only with the sword." this was su Bai's only feeling. Su Bai turned and looked at the ancient road full of the afterglow of the setting sun. Occasionally there were passers-by like him on the ancient road, who hurried to the snow and died under the sword.

Sometimes, Su Bai noticed that he would fast for three days in advance, bathe in incense, and then take a sword and step on a horse to kill.

In his eyes, killing was the most important and solemn thing in his life, but Su Bai knew that he didn't like killing, because he never smiled on his face, and he always gently blew the last drop of blood on the sword peak after killing. At that time, Su Bai felt endless loneliness and desolation on this white figure.

In the little Yin Hong, Ximen chuixue stood in the wind and snow like a calm and elegant charm.

Su Bai stood behind.

"You learn the sword?" the cold, snowy voice swayed in the wind. Su Bai raised his head and looked at Ximen chuixue in front of him. He saw Ximen chuixue slowly turning around. His cold eyes like ice and snow were quietly looking at himself. Su Bai nodded slightly to meet Ximen chuixue's eyes.

Then Ximen chuixue turned and walked to the deep place where the snow was like plum blossoms, towards the end where the falling plum blossoms were like snow. Just when Ximen chuixue was about to disappear from Su Bai's sight, Ximen chuixue turned again, and the cold voice sounded again: "you learn sword?"

In an instant, only a clear and melodious sound of sword singing sounded in the wind and snow. Su Bai saw Ximen blowing snow nodding slightly. The strange ancient sword behind him was out of its scabbard. The sword came out like a meteor, received like wind and snow, and bloomed like snow and plum. It was unique.

At the same time, the white figure gradually dispersed like the snow catkins, leaving only a string of blood flowers falling on the sword peak splashing in the wind and snow.

Su Bai looked at the distant figure absentmindedly. He had seen a smile on his cold, snowy face.

This was the first time Su Bai had seen a smile on his face in such a long time.

With his head down, Su Bai walked straight forward and saw the blood soaked in the snow. The corners of his mouth also brought a smile: "does the sword God smile?"

At this time, the wind, snow and plum blossoms swaying in front of him dissipated in Su Bai's sight like clouds and smoke in the past. However, the previous scenes were like bone maggots, which were branded in Su Bai's mind and lingered. Su Bai's mind was slightly frozen, and the cold voice of the system sounded in his mind again: "congratulations to the host for mastering the sword God. The quality is unknown, and the mastery degree is 0."

The cold touch swept across Su Bai's face in vain. Su Bai suddenly opened his eyes and found that the heaven and earth within dozens of feet seemed to be piled with a layer of snow, and the dark pool behind him was frozen into ice.

At the moment Su Bai opened his eyes, Li Muchen's tight body finally relaxed. At the same time, he also noticed that the power permeated between heaven and earth dissipated. However, when Li Muchen came forward and met Su Bai's black eyes, his body was still inexplicably shocked.

Cold, this is Li Muchen's only feeling.

However, Li Muchen, after all, is a congenital strong man and the first seat of the criminal hall. In the twinkling of an eye, his face returned to normal. He looked at Su Bai slightly. His tone was still a little incredible: "it's really half a step Tiangang's cultivation. You're really unexpected."

Su Bai was still immersed in the previous picture like snow and plum. When he heard Li Muchen's words, he recovered and felt the surging power in his body. He turned his head and looked at Li Muchen coming, with a smile on his face and said, "well, if it wasn't for the cultivation of predecessors this month, I'm afraid I wouldn't break through the bottleneck so smoothly."

If other disciples say these words, Li Muchen must think it's a matter of course. These words are said in Su Bai's mouth. Even if Li Muchen is narcissistic again, he won't hear that Su Bai can break through because he narrows his eyes. Li Muchen thinks that Su Bai's younger son looks more and more pleasing to his eyes. He is not only talented, but also can speak.

When he got up, Su Bai looked at the ice spreading under his feet and said in confusion, "Sir, what's this?"

"You didn't do it yet." Li Muchen stared at Su Bai fanatically and said with some excitement: "breakthrough can actually lead to the vision of heaven and earth. Little fellow, you are a gifted demon. It's frightening."

"The vision of heaven and earth?" Su Bai looked at the swaying snow in the sun, which should be inspired by Ximen's sword intention. The sword idea inspired the vision of heaven and earth, and Su Bai's smile became more and more prosperous. Is that the sword God's smile?

"I didn't expect that you could break through your own bottleneck at the last minute and go to the sword field with your current strength. Even if you are not the strongest, you can dominate in it." Li Muchen said with some satisfaction.

"The map of the sword region!" Su Bai gently held the falling snow catkins in his hands and said with a little expectation: "according to what you said, today should be the last day of training, so tomorrow is the day to go to the map of the sword region."

The map of the sword region, a grand event belonging to the five sects, has finally come