Even without cheats, we must survive the apocalypse

This place will soon have nothing to do with the forbidden area.

Gradually, the sound of footsteps came from far away.

"Ok?"

Leng Wenxu's eyebrows twitched slightly.

"Look, someone is coming out!"

A disciple suddenly shouted: "It's the senior sister!"

What came into view was that calm and cold graceful figure... Luo Shuangning stepped on the light lotus, her dress fluttering, and walked out step by step.

Sword energy surrounded her body.

It was a layer of misty white frost covering the surface of her body.

She was dressed in white, with a slim figure and an ethereal aura. The Hanyue Divine Sword at her waist was humming. In a trance, her figure perfectly fit in with the Sword Burial Mountain Range, giving people the illusion that she was the incarnation of this frost sword evil.

As the thought arises, the situation changes.

Such a stunning posture made the two disciples stare with their eyes wide open.

Leng Wenxu also narrowed his eyes and looked at her.

Well, it's getting stronger again.

Chapter 2: Fisherman

Luo Shuangning walked forward step by step, her moon-white boots stepping on the dry and cold grass. The frosty coldness that condensed on her body dissipated with her light lotus steps. The soft and misty mist set off her and froze the surrounding grass and trees into frosty pieces.

Her delicate hands stroked the sword at her waist, feeling the hum.

Behind Luo Shuangning, the "forbidden land" shrouded in the dangerous sword aura no longer showed any danger.

It seems that all the sword evil spirits were eaten by this Snow Sword Immortal.

She scanned the surrounding scenery, then her eyes fell on Leng Wenxu and the other two not far away, her look slightly surprised.

"Brother Leng, why are you here?"

Luo Shuangning didn't originally expect anyone to come and greet her.

This Sword Burial Mountain Range is not safe after all.

But she seemed to have underestimated the elder brother's perseverance, or rather, underestimated his feelings for her, although they both knew long ago that there was no possibility of any development between them.

It also did not prevent Leng Wenxu from continuing to show his "senior brother's care".

Leng Wenxu looked at Luo Shuangning with a smile on his lips, but there was a hint of gloom on his angular face.

I waited for a full half month until she came out.

Half a year has passed since Luo Shuangning entered the forbidden land of Sword Evil. She has not changed much, except that she has become more cold and more beautiful.

But not for him.

He was silent for a while before he slowly spoke, his voice a little hoarse: "Master said, it's time."

"Yeah……"

Luo Shuangning's eyes flickered.

Leng Wenxu was silent for a while.

After a long moment, she stroked her hair and sighed softly.

"let's go."

……

The first sword peak.

Luo Shuangning walked slowly into this already old palace.

This is the residence of the Sword Master, where the Saint Yang Sword lives. The dilapidated state of the palace even makes Luo Shuangning, who only cares about practicing swordsmanship, feel annoyed by it.

She had seen too many magnificent buildings, but the First Sword Peak among Ten Thousand Swords Mountains, the most solemn place, was now dull and lifeless. Time had indeed left many traces on it, but leaving it in ruins was not a solution.

At least Luo Shuangning knew that her brother Mu didn't like this.

"This place needs some repairs."

She murmured, and behind her, Leng Wenxu followed closely.

"Master doesn't think about these things."

He smiled bitterly.

Before Saint Yang Jian's brain was damaged by the Primordial Sword Evil, he was a sword fanatic. Now that his brain is damaged, he has become even more sword fanatic. He spends all day thinking about the Tao and doesn't care about architecture at all.

"Master, have you been okay these days?"

"It's OK. It's still the same as before. However, after Uncle Wushang came back, he often took Master fishing."

Luo Shuangning turned around and looked into his eyes seriously.

Her eyes were still clear, without a trace of ripples.

Leng Wen was stunned for a moment.

"What about you?"

Leng Wenxu's Adam's apple rolled, and his eyes swept across Luo Shuangning's beautiful face, then he lowered his eyes to avoid her direct gaze.

Luo Shuangning is no longer the same person she used to be.

for a long time.

He exhaled lightly, then looked up and said with a smile: "What do you think?"

"...You look more mature than before."

Luo Shuangning withdrew her gaze and walked into the palace.

Leng Wenxu was left alone.

Some things are not so easy to understand.

Last time in the Hidden Abyss, he was bewitched and controlled, becoming Murong Zun's thug, and turned his sword against his own junior sister. After all, there was a shadow in Leng Wenxu's heart that was not big, but difficult to erase.

When will we truly recover?

……

Luo Shuangning did not find the Saint of Yang Sword in the temple, so she went to the back mountain, walked up along the gravel path, and finally came to a small lake.

Two haggard old men were sitting cross-legged on the shore, each of them had a fishing rod in front of them, but the fishing rods looked like they had not been moved for a long time, and the same was true for the two old men.

It's a test of patience.

Luo Shuangning stood on the shore, looking at the two of them quietly.

Saint Yang Jian and Wu Shang were like rocks at this moment, and it seemed that they were just waiting for an opportunity to take action.

A breeze blew across the lake, causing ripples under the water. Finally, Wushang was the first to move. His cloudy, lifeless pupils suddenly had a majestic aura. He stretched out his withered hand and grabbed the fishing rod.

"Wow!"

Huge waves were flying.

A silver fish broke out of the water.

Wu Shang couldn't stop smiling. The fish on the hook was shaking its tail, and Wu Shang placed it in front of his senior brother and shook it.

In contrast, Yang Jian Shengzun just glanced at him and lazily threw a bamboo tube out. Wu Shang took it calmly, pulled out the cork, and drank up the contents of the bamboo tube. Then he breathed a sigh of relief: "Comfortable!"

"You are just a superficial person who only knows how to enjoy wine."

Wushang did not leave a single drop for Saint Yang Jian.

"Continue next time."

Saint Yang Jian waved his hand, and the fishing rod turned into light dust and dissipated.

This was the seventeenth time he lost to Wushang in fishing. After sitting in meditation for half a month, Wushang still caught the fish first.

"Girl, you're out."

He turned around and saw Luo Shuangning standing quietly on the shore, her eyes sweeping across the lake, reflecting a deep and radiant light. Over the past six months, this experience had left an indelible mark on her.

Now even a glance may have the power to freeze the lake.

"Master."

She nodded.

"I have completely devoured the Frost Sword Evil in the forbidden area. It will take some time to completely refine this power."

Luo Shuangning patted the Hanyue Sword at her waist.

Her Ice Evil Dao body has gradually become perfect. The evil spirit that was once out of control has now become a powerful force that she can use at will. And going deep into the Sword Evil Forbidden Land of the Sword Burial Mountains is to further strengthen her swordsmanship.

For a full six months, with the help of the Hanyue Divine Sword, Luo Shuangning absorbed all the sword evil left behind by countless previous sword cultivators.

Now, how powerful is the Snow Sword Immortal?

Even she doesn't know.

Cultivation is certainly the most intuitive, but now that she has reached the fourth level of the Source Realm, she even has the power to make Leng Wenxu feel afraid to fight without him even drawing his sword.

"Yes, I know... Just focus on becoming stronger. As for the rest, your master and your uncle Wushang will make arrangements to ensure that there will be no obstacles for you to succeed the position of Sword Master, and no one will dare to mess around."

Saint Yang Jian nodded, then sighed.

Luo Shuangning was puzzled and asked, "What's wrong?"

"Something happened...in the Southern Region."

Saint Yang Sword looked into the distance with a melancholy tone. As the "Mad Sword", Luo Shuangning had never seen him sighing like this before.

"Something terrible is coming back."

Chapter 3: Ancient Books

Luo Shuangning certainly didn't know what happened in the Southern Region.

After returning from the hidden valley, she resumed the life she had lived when she first entered the Ten Thousand Swords and Thousand Mountains.

Practice sword, gain insights, and cultivate.

These were actually Luo Shuangning’s previous life.

Apart from this, she had almost nothing else to do. Although Luo Shuangning missed being with Lu Mu very much, her persistence and pride in not wanting to fall behind others made her unwilling to let her feelings hold her back.

Whether it's hers or Lu Mu's.

Moreover, there are more than one woman around Lu Mu. Although Xue Jianxian has little desire to win, and often thinks it is very funny to see men fighting to the death for beauty, but now if she thinks of anything related to Lu Mu, her brain will definitely be burning and a sense of crisis will follow. If she is overshadowed by other women... it will feel so ugly.

Therefore, Luo Shuangning has not cared about worldly affairs for half a year, just focusing on becoming stronger.

Now, the days of becoming stronger have come to an end.

Snow Sword Fairy is no longer the same as before. Nothing can cause ripples in her heart. Her originally indifferent temperament has been ignited by Lu Mu.

It is impossible to extinguish.

When she walked out of the Sword Burial Mountains, the first thing she thought of was Lu Mu's appearance, his unrestrained smile, and his irresistible strength and skills.

I don’t know, in the past six months.

Which woman is responsible for giving him sexual pleasure?

When she thought of this, the corners of Luo Shuangning's lips inevitably twitched down.

"Girl, what are you thinking about?"

The voice of Saint Yang Sword suddenly sounded, interrupting Luo Shuangning's thoughts.

She suddenly came back to her senses and realized that her mind seemed to be filled with Lu Mu's words and figure, but she would not blush, at least not easily.