At this moment, outside the library, the flow of time seemed to slow down.

Time passes very, very slowly.

On a certain floor of the library, several windows were gently pushed open one after another.

Outside the building, the scholars, students, and people from Shuexingtang who had stopped walking all had expressions that remained in the state of the last moment.

Zhao Rong's eyes reflected the sword, the sword that was going straight forward, unstoppable and unruly.

Suddenly, he thought of a guy who was sleeping in.

I remember that Zhao Rong had just finished having the dream about his previous life and the two were just about to get to know each other.

Gui said it proudly.

Its sword used to kill anyone who stood in its way, and if God stood in its way, it would kill God. If God dared to stand in its way, it would shatter the clouds in the sky.

Return often told him proudly.

This is the sword heart of a sword cultivator that is as pure as glass, it is the courage to move forward, it is the freedom to sing and roar through the nine heavens, and it is the great pleasure to roam the universe.

I can solve all the mundane affairs in the world with one sword.

However, no matter how good it sounds, Zhao Rong just feels that... isn't this just the second year syndrome?

Everyone has had this experience. Zhao Rong had it before, too. At a certain stage, he felt that he could hammer the sky, the earth, and everything. But later he realized that the one who had been pressed to the ground and hammered was actually himself.

However, it seemed that the sword cultivator was not just thinking about it, but actually dared to do it.

When you encounter anything that gets in your way, just draw your sword.

One sword.

One sword.

Another sword.

Until one day, the sword broke and the sword practitioner died.

But the "middle school" swordsmanship that Gui mentioned is still there, and people who come after him are still coming one after another...

So from that time on, although Zhao Rong still often quarreled with Gui, he also had a general picture of the former grace and temperament of this cheap sword spirit who was sharp-tongued and a little arrogant.

That is being unruly, aggressive and imposing.

A sword without a scabbard.

The shadow of the slender purple sword in front of Zhao Rong at this moment was somewhat overlapping with the sword in front of him, which was as small as a grain of rice but had the "imposing" audacity to move forward and deliver the sword to the nine-story dangerous building a hundred feet high.

He suddenly became very curious about what Gui's reaction would be if he saw this equally unruly sword.

Fencing together?

Well, the friendship between sword cultivators, this should also be counted.

I’m not sure, but I can ask Gui or Qingjun some other day…

At this moment, the hearts of everyone on the field were all tied to the unruly and slender purple sword that attracted everyone's attention as soon as it appeared.

The same is true for Sima Duyi.

Even earlier, before Li Xueyu opened the ordinary envelope, his eyes were fixed on it.

Sima Du stood quietly, his hands hanging at his sides, and tilted his head to look at the "wild" flying sword.

After this straight 'purple line' appeared, his eyes never moved away.

Even if it went to confront the library, Sima Duyi did not react in any special way, as if it was... a matter of course.

However, after the old man in black clothes and white eyebrows appeared and scolded "nonsense".

He raised his eyelids slightly.

Everything that just happened happened in a flash.

At this moment, seeing the purple sun rising and then stretching into a straight line, everyone's heartstrings were tense. At the critical moment, the young man with cold eyes turned his head towards Li Xueyou and moved his lips slightly.

The field was still quiet, with no sound from him, as if some kind of message was transmitted to the woman beside him.

The latter, who was originally stamping his feet in panic and staring in bewilderment, suddenly woke up with a look of relief.

In front of the library, the unruly sword was suspended in the air as a thin line, ready to extend away in the next second.

“Come back, come back!”

The woman's urgent voice echoed throughout the venue.

The straight 'purple line' did not move at all, but it did not extend any further either, as if it had stopped for the time being.

"Yisu, come back soon."

Li Xueyu became anxious and shouted at it.

This straight 'purple line' moved, leaving the original thrilling formation, and drew another circle in the air.

But the tip of the sword was no longer pointing forward at people, but downward, with the flying sword standing upright in the air.

Everyone on the field wiped their sweat and looked towards Li Xueyu.

The old man in black clothes and white eyebrows was still staring at the impudent "little guy".

At this moment, seeing that her words seemed to be useful, Li Xueyu breathed a sigh of relief.

Then, she lowered her head and opened the purse with both hands. She looked at the straight purple line in the distance and hesitated to speak. Finally, she whispered:

"Xiao Su, come in quickly."

The voice was weak and the expression was weak, just like someone gently coaxing a child.

The straight 'purple line' suddenly released its restrained purple energy and transformed into a tiny, slender purple sword. After being summoned by Li Xueyu, it turned around again, turned in the air, and flew towards her.

Li Xueyou's brows softened and her expression showed joy, but in a flash, her smile froze.

whoosh——!

The slender purple sword, which was originally some distance away from the library, made a sharp turn, came back and rushed towards the library.

In the air, a long purple line appeared, as if it was casually drawn by someone. A section of the 'purple line' had extended to the building of the library and shot into the sea of ​​thousands of words!

The situation took a sudden turn for the worse, and before anyone on the field had time to react... the two collided.

But!

The collision sound that frightened everyone did not come.

The flying sword, whose name seemed to be "Yisu", seemed to have sunk into the sea of ​​words.

A grain of sand in the ocean.

Without any movement, the figure disappeared directly, like a drop of water in the ocean.

The dimples on Li Xue's young cheeks disappeared and she was stunned.

Everyone was stunned, their expressions turned into surprise.

Zhao Rong frowned and immediately turned to look at the old man in black clothes and white hair. He saw that while everyone was stunned, the old man was looking at the other side of the library with a calm expression.

He followed his gaze.

That was the other side of the place where Yisu and the library collided. At this moment... there was a straight 'purple line' hovering silently.

The library is still intact.

And it actually passed directly through the library.

At this moment, there were only the old man with white eyebrows and Zhao Rong on the field.

Sima Duyi and some Confucian scholars among the bystanders all tilted their heads to look at "Yisu" who had just made a feint.

Then, everyone gradually reacted and looked over.

Li Xueyu had looked stupid a moment ago, but now he slumped his shoulders and let out a long breath.

The little girl who used to be gentle and soft-spoken to everyone, now had her eyebrows raised for the first time.

In the air outside the third floor of the library, a speck of purple thread spun happily in the air for a few times, and then swung the sword in the direction of the white-browed old man, showing off its might and seeming to be provocative.

Zhao Rong looked thoughtful at this time. The two had clearly collided just now, but this strange flying sword passed through it intact.

The library also seemed to be idle, and there was nothing unusual about the lines of Confucian scriptures on the stairs.

Is this because of the formation of the library, or is it... Yisu's innate magical power?

Faced with the little guy's provocation, the white-browed old man didn't even raise his eyelids.

The old man recognized this suddenly appeared first-class flying sword. It was not that he had seen it before, although he had heard of it, but it was the first time he saw it today. What really made the old man "recognize" it at first sight was not even the magical power of this first-class sword, but it...

The domineering momentum, the arrogant attitude, and the unruly wildness.

It was almost exactly the same as what was rumored, and the old man felt it was even better.

There are very few people like the White-browed Old Man who knows people in Wangquezhou Mountain, but if you have been to Nanxiaoyaozhou a few times, then... you will know him even if you don’t know him.

In Nan Xiaoyaozhou, this kind of "unruly and unruly" sword is often accompanied by the appearance of a purple robe.

And now... the sword is coming.

The old man raised his white eyebrows.