Everything happened so fast.
In the eyes of Xiaoguang, Ye Xiaoqian and others. It was as if nothing had happened and it was over.
After destroying Jin Wuming's most proud sword, a sword that threatened life and death, Wang Yi raised his head and came slowly.
Before this, both Meng Xiaodie and Ye Xiaoqian had always lowered their heads, not daring to look directly at the two desperate people. Each of them was worried about their men.
It wasn't until the sword flower disappeared that the two women breathed a sigh of relief and felt at ease.
Xiaoguang was not like that. In his heart, Wang Yi should take Jin Wuming's sword.
After all, Wang Yi learned this sword ten years ago in the pavilion in front of the grove outside Chang'an City.
Jin Wuming was a little angry. No one had ever seen his sword alive, and everyone who had seen it had grass growing on their graves. How could Wang Yi in front of him break his sword so easily?
The snow-capped mountains on a moonlit night should have been quiet, dark and peaceful.
However, tonight there was a sudden mountain wind blowing on the mountain stream, blowing up fallen leaves and branches from time to time, trying to captivate their eyes.
Without stopping, Wang Yi continued to attack without hesitation, slashing at Jin Wuming who was diagonally above him.
At this time, dark clouds covered the moon, and everyone's eyes were dark. They couldn't see what was there at all, but Wang Yi took out his sword and slashed at his opponent.
At this moment There was only the whistling of the wind in everyone’s ears, and it was pitch black in front of them, and Wang Yi’s sword light could not be seen.
All he could hear was the whistling sound of the black sword cutting through the night fog. When Jin Wuming felt the whistling sound of the sword, Wang Yi's sword had already struck in front of him.
"Well done!" Jin Wuming shouted.
At this moment, Jin Wuming finally got angry and was angered by Wang Yi's desperate spirit.
The night fog on the mountain stream suddenly fluctuated, and even the gusts of mountain wind were disturbed by Wang Yi, as if a thunder exploded in everyone's ears, and the two swords struck together again.
The night mist pierced, and the sword energy slashed horizontally!
Jin Wuming was forced back by Wang Yi. For a moment, his left foot was caught in the grass on the ground. He immediately lost his balance and fell back heavily.
A cold and dark iron sword pierced through the night fog and came towards Jin Wuming.
Jin Wuming's eyes seemed to be burning with anger. At this moment, a full moon emerged from the dark clouds, and a ray of moonlight fell on Jin Wuming's silver sword.
And the moonlight at this moment was exactly the light he wanted!
The light shone from Jin Wuming's silver sword and instantly blinded Wang Yi, so he had to take three steps back.
Jin Wuming took advantage of the heat and rushed forward. The two swords, one silver and one black, collided in the air again, making another "Dang Dang Dang!" sound.
The grass under Wang Yi's feet suddenly cracked, almost causing his feet to sink into it, followed by fallen leaves and green grass chopped by Jin Wuming's sword.
The grass like a sharp sword flew past his face in an instant, scratching his clean and beautiful face.
With a kick in the grass, Wang Yi relied on a swordsman's most sensitive intuition to make the most correct reaction.
His feet were instantly freed from the restraints of the grass. Wang Yi used his strength to fly into the air, and then slashed out a black lightning bolt like lightning.
With this sword, he used a move that would hurt both sides, and he slashed at Jin Wuming regardless of the situation.
"Dang Dang Dang!" a voice sounded.
Jin Wuming groaned and flew backwards for several feet until he exited the grassy slope and retreated to the stone flat on the mountain stream.
His arm was cut with blood by Wang Yi's black sword, and blood seeped out quietly, gradually dyeing his snow-like white clothes red.
"Ah..." Meng Xiaodie couldn't help but exclaimed.
"Hey, you can't disturb the young master's mood."
Shopkeeper Jin immediately suppressed Meng Xiaodie's exclamation, although he didn't understand why Wang Yi was so fierce tonight, completely unlike the gentle young man back then.
Ye Xiaoqian squeezed the corners of her clothes tightly without saying a word. Likewise, she was also worried about Wang Yi, fearing that he would be injured in Jin Wuming's hands.
"His!
"Zhu Feng in the night fog took a breath of air.
With such a crazy Wang Yi and such fierce sword moves, he had to think about whether to fight Wang Yi or not.
Qingyu looked at Gao Yue'er and smiled lightly: "Junior sister, these two have good swordsmanship and courage. They are both life-threatening fighting styles. You can learn from them."
Gao Yue'er curled her lips and replied, "I'm not crazy, and they're not afraid of accidentally falling down the mountain stream."
Qin Xiangyu pulled Qingyu's sleeve and said: "If it doesn't work, let's separate the two of them at the last moment, right?"
…
The Imperial City at the foot of the mountain, the roof of the Hongchen Inn.
Amu sighed, with a solemn look on his face.
While the old monk was stunned, he took out a simple wooden bow and wiped it carefully with a silk scarf.
He murmured to himself: "You think you are really the God of War and want to put the other party to death? Where does such hatred come from?"
The old monk sighed: "Aren't people in the world always ambitious and brave?"
Amu shook his head and replied quietly: "But they are different. Both of them have chopped firewood in the backyard of the inn, so they should understand some truth."
As he spoke, he raised his wooden bow and aimed at the full moon in the sky, as if he wanted to shoot it down with an arrow.
The old monk was stunned for a moment, looking at this wooden bow that showed the simplicity and vicissitudes of life, and couldn't help but ask: "This is a good bow. "
Amu smiled lightly: "I made this myself a long time ago, and the bow string was given to me by my master."
The old monk nodded and asked, "How far can such an arrow shoot?"
Amu was stunned for a moment, then replied: "Not far away, I can shoot those two idiots down the mountain stream with one arrow."
The old monk was shocked when he heard this. He opened his mouth and finally said nothing. He just couldn't help but pick up the spiritual tea on the table and take a sip.
He sighed and said, "This wine should only be found in heaven."
Amu laughed when he heard this: "Don't worry, next spring I will go to the mountains to live for a while and brew two tanks for the master. I will treat it as a tribute to you for Wuliang."
Speaking of the little monk, Amu also missed him a little.
He decided to go back to the mountain to stay for a spring, pick tea and make wine, watch the flowers on the mountain, and fulfill the old monk's wish.
The old monk smiled when he heard this: "Thinking about the flowers on that mountain is really a pleasing thing."
While Lao Shang was stunned, Amu took out another iron arrow.
…
The moonlight dimly shines on one side of the world.
The two people on the mountain stream refused to give in to each other, especially Wang Yi who took dozens of Jin Wuming's moves in succession. Even though he was the Meteor Sword Wang Yi, his energy and energy were exhausted after all his efforts.
At this moment, Jin Wuming slashed through the night fog and fallen leaves in the wind with one sword, and struck in front of Wang Yi again. He did not give himself a chance to breathe.
Similarly, Wang Yi will not be given any chance to breathe.
Wang Yi changed to holding the sword with both hands, and forcefully received the terrifying sword energy from Jin Wuming. His body had to retreat another ten feet. Fallen leaves were flying under his feet, and his face turned pale instantly.
Jin Wuming silently drew his sword, when Wu Yi was forced to retreat again by his sword.
Taking advantage of the moonlight falling from the sky and the momentary light reflected on the silver sword, he determined the place to stay first and continued to pounce towards Wang Yi.
Although he didn't know how Wang Yi broke the sword that meant his life and death, but he didn't just have this sword, he also had many swords that Wang Yi didn't know about.
The speed of Jin Wuming's sword draw was not very fast, but it had a very strange angle, which made Wang Yi very unhappy.
Under the reflection of the moonlight, the silver light of Jin Wuming shines with countless rays.
The king suddenly swayed under his feet, and the black gown on his body fluttered with the mountain wind. Under the direct resistance, he could no longer hide himself in the dark night.
"Is this the power of Sword Thirteen?" Luo Xiaoxing's expression was slightly stern.
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Tushanzhuang has seen Meng Xiaodie’s sword skills and experienced Ning Ning’s skills.
The owner and his wife of Lantian Villa gathered together to teach Meng Xiaodie how terrifying they were.
But compared to the Jin Wuming in front of him, the difference is countless times?
Baili Ruyan felt cold sweat on the palms of Luo Xiaoxing's hands that she was holding, and finally knew that Jin Wuming of Lantian Villa was not someone Luo Xiaoxing could challenge right now.
The mountain wind is blowing strongly tonight, and the woods all over the mountain are swaying.
The wind made Ye Xiaoqian's skirt whistle, and she realized that ten years later, Sword Thirteen at Lantian Villa was more terrifying than the legend said.
He even began to worry about Wang Yi. His little hands holding the corners of his clothes were sweating a lot.
On the mountain stream, the sound of "Dang Dang Dang!" struck by Wang Yi with his sword reached Xiao Guang's ears, making him bite his lips tightly.
After thinking for a while, he looked at Qin Xiangyu in front of him and said, "Shopkeeper, who do you think will win among these two?"
There were sword sounds one after another, rays of light one after another, and the two long swords screamed in the night wind, making Qin Xiangyu's face become paler and paler.
She looked at the two people who looked like crazy tigers on the mountain stream and murmured to herself: "I don't know."
Qingyu and Gao Yue'er have been quietly watching the two desperate people.
The two women were watching the duel in the mountain stream, worried about Jin Wuming and Wang Yi's life and death, and were silent for a while.
Zhu Feng didn’t know what those rays of light meant to Wang Yi, but he knew that facing such a ray of light, he was afraid that he would not be able to survive three years. If you move, you have to fall.
Just when Qin Xiangyu was answering Xiaoguang, Wutu looked at the thundering sword sounds of the two people and the crazy fight, and said in a deep voice: "It's terrible."
Liu Tianfeng shook his head and just sighed heavily.
Like a butterfly in the wind, Wang Yi once again swooped up the grassy slope of the mountain stream, narrowly escaping Jin Wuming's killing sword.
[In view of the general environment,
At the moment when Jin Wuming's sword struck Wang Yi like a cold light and Wang Yi turned into a butterfly and retreated, countless onlookers were asking Shao Guang's question.
The result is always: "I don't know."
Until the last moment, no one knows who wins and who loses in the final outcome, who dies and who lives?
So everyone said the word "I don't know", because although they were silently watching the duel between the two, they unknowingly imagined that they were Jin Wuming or Wang Yi.
Facing Jin Wuming's ten years of sharpening a sword at the Hongchen Inn, a sword that never stopped in spring, summer, autumn and winter, even Chun Xiangyu and Qingyu couldn't tell.
Even Qingyu looked at Qin Xiangyu's questioning expression and softly uttered three words: "I don't know."
…
In the imperial city, Hongchen Inn.
The old monk looked at Amu holding an iron arrow and sighed softly, and tried to ask: "Is there something wrong?"
In the opinion of the old monk, within a quarter of an hour the two people on the snow-capped mountains would be separated for life and death.
He wanted to know, how could Li Xiuyuan in front of him make the two people who refused to give in change the final outcome to a lifetime?
Sighing, Amu said quietly: "I never thought that two swordsmen in this world could make such a big fuss on the snow-capped mountains."
After thinking for a while, he continued: "It seems that I still underestimated some people. For the sake of so-called dignity and some things that they couldn't let go of back then, they would do some unforgivable things..."
The old monk was stunned. Because he didn't understand, he had to remain silent.
Amu looked towards the snow-capped mountains and was silent for a long time.
He shook his head slowly and said, "I have always felt that there is something strange tonight. It turns out that it is not the moon this night, nor is it the cool breeze that suddenly blows from the snow-capped mountains this night."
"What is that?" the old monk asked with a frown.
Amu looked towards the direction of the snow-capped mountains,
He murmured softly at the corner of his mouth, as if he was explaining something to someone.
Then he stood up, picked up the star-picking wooden bow on the table, held the iron arrow in his hand, and quietly replied: "It's the human heart."
