As night fell, a rock wall was not covered with snow, and there were bare woods on both sides.

The two of them made fire in the wilderness jungle and roasted the wolf demon's meat and shared it.

The wolf meat on the bonfire in the snow forest was roasted and the grease was flowing out, making a low sound. Lu Canghai brought wine with him, sipped a few glasses, and ate the ferocious wolf meat just now. Finally, the atmosphere was not so stiff.

"The immortal chief is the real master who does not show his dew."

"It's like a stone of Mount Tai, it's like a flying immortal from the sky."

"I used to show off my skills in front of the master, but I was really showing off my skills and I laughed at it."

The swordsman took off his hat. He was already quite old and looked over forty years, with his temples a little gray.

More importantly, his eyes were blind, which Gao Xian never expected.

"In the lower Lu Canghai, people in the martial arts world call me the Heart Sword. Those who use swords on the Tianji List can only rank third." Lu Canghai posted his name, and his words were quite disappointed, as if the third name in the world was worth mentioning.

But Gao Xian felt that he would mention it whenever he saw someone.

This is a pretentious man.

"I am just a person who seeks Taoism in the world." Gao Xian has never given up when it comes to pretending to be a good person.

"The immortal is really a master!" Lu Canghai raised the wine gourd.

"I dare not, don't dare! Today I can see the style of the peerless swordsman today, and it should be a big deal." Gao Xian's wine pot replied.

"Come!"

"please!"

The two sides once again held a round of ceremonial blows.

Lu Canghai was blind and there was no art of practicing in this world. However, he walked in the rugged snow paths in the mountains without any deviation. He walked more steadily than ordinary people. His behaviors were not even different from ordinary people.

Gao Xian was curious and asked him why.

"The swordsman only needs to have a heart, but without eyes, he can see more thoroughly."

"Flowers are not flowers, fog is not fog."

"The world has eyes but no intentions, so it is fascinated by the prosperity of the world."

Lu Canghai once again said something that made people understand but felt quite profound.

Gao Xian still doesn’t understand it very much, please let Lu Canghai make a clear statement.

Lu Canghai stroked his beard. Because of the previous embarrassing scene, he immediately felt a sense of upright in the face of Gao Xian's unstable backbone.

As expected, ginger is still so hot. The young man doesn’t know where he comes from. He can’t even see through this realm at a young age. The donkey under his seat is extremely magical. He feels that he doesn’t even have the chance to draw his sword in front of this donkey.

But after all, I am young and immature and shallow in my knowledge, so I have been waiting for the third swordsman in the world for many years to teach him a good lesson.

Lu Canghai took off the sword he carried. Even though the sword had not been unsheathed, as long as he held the sword, a powerful power would overtake the night.

Just like a tiger walking at night, even if it is missing, the strong crisis is already scary. This is a force projected from the will.

"The heart of a swordsman can also be called sword force and sword intent."

"It is also the strongest force that swordsmen pursue when they practice to a profound level. Therefore, although I cannot see them, as long as I have a sword in my heart, every move that is covered by the sword force, falling leaves and snow, and wind blowing, are all under control."

The cold wind blew, and the last few dead leaves on the tree behind Lu Canghai finally couldn't hold on and fell down.

The sword that Lu Canghai was standing in his hand was unsheathed.

Very slow, very slow.

However, this kind of slowness seemed to drive the whole world to slow down. Whether it was the howling sound of the cold wind, the joyful shadow of the fire, and the speed of the falling leaves sliding, they were all controlled by them. The sword body was sheathed, turned around, and slowly caught the falling dead leaves.

The dead leaves whirl on the tip of the sword, as if dancing.

"The swordsman is unintentional, even if he holds a magic weapon, he is not able to resist a single attack."

"A swordsman has a heart, and a leaf can hurt people."

With the sword closed, the dead leaves fell in Lu Canghai's hand, and his fingers clamped the dead leaves.

The fragile dry leaves that were broken into pieces were integrated with Lu Canghai. As he waved his hand and wide sleeves, he floated like a sharp blade emitting cold light that cut through the night sky.

"Click!"

A piece of branch on the tree behind Gao Xian fell down and penetrated into the snow beside him.

The branches are cut smoothly, and no matter what, I can't imagine that this is cut off by a dead leaf in the air.

It can be seen that Lu Canghai's swordsmanship has really reached an extraordinary state, and can be regarded as the stranger in the world as the old Taoist priest said.

Although it means boasting, this strength is not fake at all.

Finally, Lu Canghai sat down, picked up the wine glass, as if he was recalling the scene he had seen in the past.

"The former sword saint Sima Han cultivated a spiritual sword and fought against thousands of troops by the river. Holding a piece of dead wood in his hand, the sword force made the soldiers turn over the horse. When the sword came out, thousands of swords roared together, and thousands of people bowed their heads and waited for the killing."

"This is the sword intent."

The last sentence of Lu Canghai, one by one, one by one.

Then I drank all the wine in the gourd in one gulp, as if it was not the wine, but the heroic spirit of the sword saint fighting against thousands of troops with one man.

Gao Xian felt something, and he was half-rely leaning against the rocks and straightening his body against the bookcase.

He pulled out the branches that had just been cut off from the snow, and learned from Lu Canghai's starting move, as if he had already regarded it as a sword.

"See how I'm doing this sword!"

Lu Canghai saw what Gao Xian was going to do and couldn't help laughing.

"Hahaha! There are countless swordsmen in the world who practice swords, but there are very few people who want to cultivate this sword intent. Which one is not a breakthrough in the desperate situation, it cannot be done for a moment..."

Before he finished speaking, he saw Gao Xian move.

A sword started, and the world suddenly changed in Lu Canghai's eyes.

The whole world turned into a blazing white, and an immortal from the nine heavens turned into light.

The branch turned into a real fairy sword. The immortal came from the sky with his sword and arrived in an instant. Lu Canghai looked up at the sky like an ants in the mortal world. A building could not move, and was swallowed by the light in an instant.

Gao Xian's consciousness is integrated with the Qinglong Protector at this moment. He learns Lu Canghai's sword, which is a sword itself, and it is even more effortless to learn this move.

The sword fell, and when Lu Canghai came to his senses, the Taoist priest had already sat down and added the dead branches in his hand to the firewood.

The winter snow melted in a radius of dozens of meters, and there was no white spot, and it even had a hint of warm spring.

Especially the few trees beside the two of them actually sprouted new buds in a moment.

The branches that had just been peeled off behind Gao Xian sprouted and grew again, and a small white flower stood proudly in the snow and ice.

Lu Canghai's body was stiff and his laughter had already come to an abrupt end.

This is already a sword technique that is almost Taoist, and it is magical, and it cannot be used by ordinary people.

It took him a long time to ask in distractedness: "You have learned swords yet?"

"No, I just look at what you said, thinking of the sword you had before, and I had a little insight."

Lu Canghai had nothing to say anymore. He just felt that he had learned the sword for his whole life and claimed to be the top master in the world, but he was always like a frog in the well, without seeing the vastness of the world.

In the end, Lu Canghai couldn't help asking the name of the sword.

"What is this sword?"

"Just just now, Brother Lu said that he was not moving like a stone of Mount Tai, but he was moving like an immortal flying from the sky."

"How about calling it a flying immortal from the sky!"

"The flying immortal from the sky..."

Lu Canghai felt a little complicated when he said these words.

Although Lu Canghai's previous words were praises, they actually meant something unfair.

It means that you, a young man, are so powerful, why don’t you reveal it earlier? You have to hide it and wait to see me jokes. It’s really unkind.

"I'm a little tired, so I'll take a rest first."

As if he was hit hard by Gao Xian, Lu Canghai no longer wanted to talk. In addition, the night was getting deep, so he lay down and covered himself with a dress, and rested with a hat on his face.

But Lu Canghai was not asleep under the hat. He was recalling and conscious of Gao Xian's sword just now.

If he can truly understand it thoroughly, he may not be the third swordsman in the world.

But the best in the world.

As for Gao Xian, is he a swordsman?

Lu Canghai completely lost the spirit of comparing with him.

Lu Canghai also realized that this Taoist man was probably not a mortal, nor a warrior. Could it be the legendary immortal?

"This time I went out, I met a ghost. I first met a wolf demon, and then met an immortal cultivator. This thing that ordinary people can't encounter in their lifetime made me bump into it in one day."

Gao Xian leaned under the tree that bloomed in winter, smelled the fragrance of flowers, and fell asleep on his pillow of the bookcase.
Chapter completed!