Bailiyun led him down several layers along the way. The spiritual fire next to the road was a lamp. The blue light reflected the narrow passage and the long and dark passage. As we walked down, the corridor suddenly became clear. The two stopped outside the huge school grounds underground. The surroundings were empty. Although the steps stopped, the echoed endlessly. They wandered back to the surroundings, but there was still a lingering charm.

There was no one in the schoolyard, and Li Tianxiao's sword stood in the middle of the field.

He paid attention and observed that the walls around the schoolyard were carved with the entire ban rune, and there was no silk of spiritual flow in the whole place, and it was an absolutely closed place.

"Aren't you going to tell me the reason?"

"It won't delay your and my exchanges."

Li Tianxiao turned his head to look at him in confusion, and faced him with a smile on his face.

"I want to have a conversation with my senior brother."

Li Tianxiao really couldn't understand his routine, so he smiled indifferently and said, "You are now full of demonic aura. Are you afraid that I will take you as a demon?"

"If I lose, I can let my senior brother deal with it."

"Where am I losing?"

“Besides.”

Baili Yun went on the field first, pulled out the long sword behind him, and stood still in the field. Li Tianxiao pulled up his sword from the ground, wiped his fingers over the sword body, and the sword breath was cold and like ice and spring.

Baili Yun held the sword in his left hand and said with a smile: "Senior brother, let's take the sword first."

The swordsman lost his usual sword arm, so it was not easy to train his other arm back to the top.

Li Tianxiao wanted to give up this sword first, but unexpectedly, Baili Yun snatched it.

Li Tianxiao's cold sword slanted, and when the momentum rose, it attacked, and brought a cold blue sword intent. The dust rose and fell, and a sharp sound in the field, and the lingering sound was lingering for a long time.

Li Tianxiao slashed the sword on his head, Baili Yun was safe with one arm grid, and he was not shaken at all. The "long attack" sword body was wrapped with a cold silver sword intent.

Baili Yun's pupil was originally light in color, and another cold silver sword ray was reflected. His eyes were naturally warm and smiling. Then he took them with a cold look.

Two long swords collided in succession, sparks bloomed in four directions, and the two blades were polished for a long time, and the sword intent was mixed into a ball, which was set against the sword light, and was magnificent.

Baili Yunge made a heavy blow, and two swords met each other, each following the figures of two people, flashing fire along the way, and when they hit the sword's edge, they would leave each other.

Li Tianxiao suddenly laughed out loud, but she was cold and bitter, as if she was still a little relieved.

"You are still the same as before, and you can always do what others cannot do."

Even though he lost his right arm and cut off his swordsman's cultivation, he was able to reshape his swordsmanship, even surpassing the peak of previous years.

Baili Yun took a sword back. At this point, his mecha's right arm never moved.

"What does it mean to put it in death and live... If you only have two choices in front of you: death or death is better than death, would you choose one or cut the third way?"

There is no doubt that Baili Yun chose the latter.

Li Tianxiao followed his move and didn't say anything.

"If there are only the first two choices, it is actually very easy, so the most difficult thing is that someone forcibly puts the third path before you, gives up, is unwilling to give up, and chooses, but it is better than life than death."

After the Kunlun avalanche, Baili Yun and Xue Yao were buried under the thick snow. Not only did he lose his arms but his sword, his life was hanging by a thread, and he did not have any hope of survival.

As a result, Cangtian forced his life back, causing him to wake up in the demon's nest when he opened his eyes.

Kunlun is not suitable for human habitation. There was a fairy gate there hundreds of years ago. Later, it was destroyed and became a demon cave where evil spirits gathered. It was very similar to the ghost markets in other places, but it was more like a village. The demon bandit leader inside was the owner of the snow demon.

What stimulated him to wake up was a bone-bone pain. He opened his eyes and found that he was hung on the elevated mount. The severe pain of his broken arm twitched all over his body, making him have to wake up.

The demons shouted that they wanted to execute him, and were discussing how to tear him out of pieces. The demon's head sat on a wide chair with a skeleton structure and laughed wildly with wine.

Bailiyun is one of the famous first disciples of Shushan. He is not only famous among the immortal sects, but also among the demons. No wonder the old demons in the deep mountains who have never seen much of the world will be ecstatic for the capture of such a broken prisoner.

When Baili Yun found out that he had lost his sword's arm, death was really a relief to him.

So he was happy to take his life if any demon present was there.

But things went against my wishes.

When the demon leader decided to deal with him with his own hands and had already raised his axe to chop people, a young white-haired man suddenly squeezed out of the demon group and threw a stone from afar and smashed off the axe from the demon leader's hand.

The axe fell down and hit the foot of a little demon who was approaching the side.

A scream shocked the sky and the white-haired boy casually pushed away the demon blocking the road and walked to Bailiyun's eyes, and stood opposite the demon head.

The demon head was a black bear with an extremely irritable temper. The white-haired boy was lifted and pulled to the ground with his collar.

"Boy, you're tired of living!"

The white-haired boy was pressed to the ground, not afraid, but laughed, "Everyone said that the courage of the bear heart is courage. I think you are not as brave as a mouse?" As soon as he said this, he was undoubtedly fisted by the black bear spirit, and blood immediately flowed out into the corner of his lips.

"Hiss..." But the white-haired boy only returned this moment and was breathless with a sarcastic smile. He had no sincerity, as if the punch made him feel painless.

Baili Yun's spiritual consciousness was entangled with severe pain and kept Qingming, allowing him to clearly see the young man's gaze. He will never forget that gaze in his life - those amber eyes were hidden in thousands of ice, but there was a burning heat in the coldness. The madness that came from his heart was not like the bright stars, but even more gloomy than ghost fire.

The burly black bear spirit stood up and stepped on the white-haired boy under his feet, as if he could kill him at any time, but he could still smile and continue to pick the black bear spirit's fire.

"Is this the only way to meet a person from the Immortal Sect? Tie it up and kill it?" He said, making himself laugh for no reason.

His eyes were bright and his heart was still hot, but he was not like a living thing. The only thing reflected in his eyes was a dead silence.

Therefore, he is fearless of the black bear spirit and the threat of death. Therefore, although he is trampled under his feet and is insulted, he can still exude a sense of awesome indomitableness from his bones.

The black bear spirit grabbed his neck and lifted him up in the air.

This time he frowned, breathing a little hard, so he didn't speak much.

"You... are you capable of this?" He still smiled, even more arrogantly, his lips and teeth were stained with blood, and he couldn't help swallowing the fishy sweetness in his throat, saying, "I only know how to massacre, but I don't know that there is a better way to punish in this world - do you know that there is a feeling in this world, saying that life is worse than death?"

"Speak human words!" The black bear monster squeezed his neck roughly, and a mouthful of blood could not stop bleed out.

"Your Excellency has never thought about what kind of humiliation is to let these high-ranking immortal people feel?" He looked at Baili Yun and said, "His arm is broken and his sword is lost. What should I do? Do I still need to continue?"

The black bear spirit and the group of evil monsters seemed to finally appreciate the interest in the words of the white-haired boy.

So the black bear spirit relaxed, and the young man sat on the ground, took a breath, and smiled, watching the monsters use all their malicious intentions to torture Baili Yun.

Li Tianxiao was stunned when he heard him, but Baili Yun's subordinates did not hesitate and defeated him with the hilt of the sword, then put away a step in the attack, and the long sword was retracted behind him.

"You haven't experienced his previous madness, so don't think how cruel he is now."

In Baili Yun's memories, Jun Han once disdained the "mask".

He endured but disdained to hide it. At that time, his smile was indifferent at all. Even the softest smile emerged from his bones. There seemed to be no thing in this world that could make fire ignite in his heart.

He seemed to be hell.

Baili Yun's arrogance as a child of the Immortal Sect was rubbed into the dust and trampled into the Yinqu. Only then did he deeply realize the hatred of the demon clan towards the Immortal Sect.

I also understood what it means to "a tiger falls into a flat sun and is bullied by a dog."

At that time, his hatred for the demon was completely numb, and the only hatred that was still wrapped in life fell on the white-haired boy who blocked his relief.

After tortured him to the point where he had enough fun, he threw him among the dead and let him die. After listening to the boy's advice, he really refused to give him some pleasure.

Baili Yun was discarded in the sea of ​​corpses frozen in the snow. The people there were all the people who were harmed by demons. Most of their bodies were broken, but they were not prone to rot in the snow and ice, and they became rotten wood-colored mummies.

At this time, Baili Yun looked at them without even helplessness. The soul of the immortal who had been tempered for more than 20 years was easily eaten up by this day and night.

A day or two ago, he was still the leader of the immortal sect, the first disciple of Shushan who was tenacious and unyielding, and chose to perish in order to protect his fellow disciples.

As the sun rises and sets, he becomes the lowest life in the world. He suffers humiliation in just one day. In this countless corpse mountain, his life is not as clean as any of them.

At this time, Han Feng Bingxue couldn't do anything to him. He was covered in blood-stained clothes, lying in a dead air, waiting for his own liberation.

When a person is about to die, he will always be unable to help but recall the past, and read it all his life like a quick look.

He recalled the hard work he had practiced swordsmanship and Taoism, and put in a hundred times the efforts of others, and achieved ten times the achievements of others as expected - and all of this was gone in this world.

For the first time, Baili Yun deeply felt the bone-broken chill that the four words "powerless" brought to people. Even though he was still breathing, his blood was already cold. He wanted to cry but had no tears, so he could only wait quietly to die.

Maybe the white-haired boy was sent by God to tease him.

With just a few words, he drove Baili Yun into the abyss of hell, and appeared as he survived and waited for the final peace, igniting the bone-eating hatred that was enough to boil the blood all over his body.

Baili Yun only remembered that he was immersed in the expectation of death the moment before, suffering and quiet, but the next moment he saw the silver hair that was better than Kunlun's snow.
Chapter completed!