The night wind on the snow-capped mountains gradually subsided, but the decisive battle on the mountain stream continued.
The sword lights under the moonlight were colder and sharper than the last, scaring the autumn insects in the mountains from chirping anymore, hoping that the two desperate lunatics would leave as soon as possible.
There was a dark cloud in the sky that drifted to nowhere, and a full moon quietly shone on the snow-capped mountains.
Seeing that Haishi is about to pass, the Mid-Autumn Festival night will pass in a blink of an eye, but the two people on the mountain stream have not yet decided the winner.
Neither of them had any intention of stopping. Wang Yi looked coldly at Jin Wuming, who was ten feet away, and said coldly: "Come on, let's end it now, don't delay it until tomorrow."
In Wang Yi's opinion, life must be on the fifteenth day and death must be on a full moon night.
Jin Wuming took a deep breath and stared at Wang Yi on the grassy slope.
He had been preparing for tonight's battle for a long time, but he didn't expect Wang Yi to be more difficult than he thought.
At this time, his body and arms were trembling slightly, and his white clothes whistled in the night wind.
The trace of blood on his arm had long been dried by the night wind, and only the burning pain reminded him that he had been injured by the guy in front of him.
Facing Wang Yi who refused to give in, he used all his methods. At this time, he felt that his body's strength had been exhausted.
If this fight is not ended, he, the young master of Lantian Villa, may be the one who falls in the end.
At this time, Wang Yi's eyes were extremely bright, his face was pale and haggard, and there were bursts of pain from the wound stabbed by Jin Wuming, and he felt that he was getting weaker and weaker.
However, he still did not fall.
He was waiting for Jin Wuming on the mountain stream to fall before him. Only one person could walk down the snow-capped mountain alive tonight.
He had already made up his mind that if he could not defeat Jin Wuming in front of him, he would eventually die in his hands.
Even if I die, I will die on this snowy mountain.
He stretched out his right hand to touch the wound on his left arm. The moment he struck the sword, he didn't think about bandaging it. Even though his hand was shaking a bit, he had to endure it.
He held the black sword in his hand with an expressionless face.
Wang Yi raised his silver eyebrows, and his womanly lips instantly opened.
He let out a very sad cry: "Where is your sword coming from the west? Let me see it!"
This shrill and shrill roar echoed over the silent snow-capped mountains, causing the grass to fly wildly on the grassy slopes.
Even the birds that had returned to their nests not far away were so frightened that they flew into the night sky and screamed.
Jin Wuming frowned tightly when he heard this. He understood that this was Wang Yizai's invitation to him for the final battle.
Either you die or I die!
At this time, his black hair was spread out, and he looked miserable and miserable, but once he stood on the mountain stream holding the silver sword, he was an invincible swordsman.
But the current Wang Yi is as domineering as an indestructible mountain.
With the silver sword in his hand, there was no expression on Jin Wuming's pale face. At the last moment, he didn't even glance at Meng Xiaodie who was not far away.
He just silently looked in the direction of Lantian Villa.
Then he looked at Wang Yi and said, "Are you ready?"
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"So, are you ready?" These words were asked by the old monk in the Hongchen Inn.
Standing under the moonlight, Amu nodded and replied quietly: "By the way, I also want to see the legendary sword coming from the west."
Holding a cup of spiritual tea, the old monk murmured to himself: "Why bother?"
Amu smiled faintly: "I want to know too."
Xiaoguang on the snow mountain also frowned tightly, not knowing that it was for Wang Yi who was about to fight for his life, and that was Jin Wuming who was like the god of war.
Ye Xiaoqian gently pulled his sleeve: "Xiaoguang, I'm a little scared."
Xiaoguang patted her hand and replied coldly: "Don't be afraid, I'm still here, isn't Shopkeeper Qin here too?"
Qin Xiangyu looked at Qingyu and suddenly frowned, and couldn't help but ask: "What's wrong? Is it the last moment? Do you want to take action?"
Qingyu shook her head and replied softly: "Don't worry, just wait."
Meng Xiaodie also looked a little panicked, looked at Ye Xiaoqian and asked, "What should I do?"
Ye Xiaoqian pointed to Qin Xiangyu who was not far away and said, "Don't worry, let's see what Sister Xiangyu arranges."
At this moment, the moonlight suddenly bloomed in the sky, and a golden halo appeared around the moon, illuminating the snow-capped mountains more than twice as brightly as before.
It illuminated the bodies of the two people in the decisive battle, allowing hundreds of people to clearly see the wounds on their bodies.
Jin Wuming took a deep breath and concentrated his cultivation. The night wind blowing over the mountain stream made his white clothes rustle like a battle flag.
He said quietly: "So, let us use the last move to end this battle."
Wang Yi replied coldly: "As you wish, come on."
So, Jin Wuming, holding the silver sword in his hand, suddenly ran towards the other side of the mountain stream, gradually getting further and further away from Wang Yi.
While everyone was stunned, Jin Wuming rushed up a slope in front of the mountain stream.
Then he turned around, hugged Wang Yi at the foot of the slope and said, "If you die tonight, I will bury you with my own hands."
After speaking, without waiting for Wang Yi's reply, he rushed down the slope with great speed.
Seeing the speed getting faster and faster, Jin Wuming, who was dressed in white, flew into the night sky at the last moment.
The white clothes are fluttering, under the shining of the moonlight, like an immortal from the nine heavens coming on the wind.
In the air, the silver sword in Jin Wuming's hand swayed lightly, emitting a dazzling light under the moonlight.
Wang Yi couldn't help but sigh as he looked at the grassy slope, and said quietly: "This sword is so beautiful."
Seeing this, Ye Xiaoqian couldn't help but pull Meng Xiaodie and shouted softly: "No, they are going to fight hard."
Wutu looked at Liu Tianfeng and shook his head, sighing: "I don't need you to take action against my eldest brother."
Only Zhu Feng still frowned tightly and said nothing.
At this moment, a group of guests at Hongchen Inn shouted softly, as if they had seen the moment when Wang Yi's blood splashed on the snowy mountain.
Even the hundreds of monks who were watching the fun had to put their hands together and murmur: "My Buddha is compassionate."
The old monk in Hongchen Inn murmured: "It's incredible, this is just a swordsman!"
Amu stood in the night wind, looking at the golden moon on the top of the snow-capped mountains. The star-picking stick in his hand had been bent into the shape of a full moon.
He said softly: "Two idiots!"
With a sound of "Buzz!", the unicorn string of the Star Picking Bow made a clear sound, and a black lightning pierced the night fog and pierced the old monk's eyes.
Past the thousands of households in Chang'an Imperial City, past the stunned eyes of the old monk.
Fly towards the full moon on the top of the snow-capped mountains.
Looking at the arrow disappearing into the night sky like lightning, the old monk clasped his hands and said, "That's what I hear."
Above the snow-capped mountains and in the night sky above the mountain stream, Jin Wuming's shout rang out: "One! Sword! West! Come!"
A sword coming from the west!
This sword seemed to have traveled through time and came from ancient times!
This sword traveled through time and space for more than ten years and came to Wang Yi who was holding the sword in the wind!
At this moment, Wang Yi also experienced some changes.
Quietly watching Jin Wuming descend from the sky like a banished immortal, he murmured words that only he could hear.
The black sword in his hand pointed quietly at the sky, pointing at Jin Wuming who was coming with a sword from the west!
In Zhu Feng's eyes, Wang Yi at this moment was the snow mountain, and he had become one with the snow mountain.
In Luo Xiaoxing's eyes, the motionless Wang Yi was more terrifying than the driving Meng Xiaodie. He seemed to feel that Wang Yi's sword had pierced his chest.
In Baili Ruyan's eyes, Wang Yi was already dead at this moment.
Wang Yi, who turned himself into a mountain, is using his fiery life to embrace Jin Wuming's sword coming to the west!
Baili Ruyan, who was frightened, turned around and shouted to Qin Xiangyu who was not far away: "Shopkeeper Qin is not good, stop him quickly!"
Xiaoguang also looked at Qin Xiangyu and murmured to himself: "Shopkeeper, if you don't take action, Wang Yi will die!"
At this moment, Qin Xiangyu looked like a wooden man.
Because her mouth had been covered by Gao Yue'er, and her body was hugged tightly by Gao Yue'er, unable to move.
Only Qingyu sighed softly and repeated the words of the old monk in Hongchen Inn: "Why bother?"
Everyone watching the battle on the mountain chanted in unison: "My Buddha is compassionate."
Wang Yi, who transformed into a snow mountain, quietly looked at Jin Wuming who was coming with a sword from the west. A smile appeared on his face, and he chanted along with hundreds of monks: "My Buddha is compassionate!"
Jin Wuming was in the air like a bolt of lightning, but he couldn't hear any sound. At that moment, he had transformed into a silver sword!
He is the sword, and the sword is him.
The man and the sword joined together to form a golden sword, moving towards Ruru, and Wang Yi, who transformed into a snow mountain, struck out with the last sword on the night of the full moon!
A sword coming from the west!
The silver light under the moonlight shines with golden light, like a golden sword that harvests life. In the blink of an eye, it has pierced Wang Yi's chest three feet away...
Just when hundreds of swordsmen, monks, monks, and idlers thought that Wang Yi, who had transformed into a snow mountain, was going to die...
A black bolt of lightning fell from the midnight moon!
Travel through eternity of time and space, shine in this world, and fly to the people on the snow-capped mountains!
Amidst the exclamations of Ye Xiaoqian and Meng Xiaodie, the moment Xiaoguang rushed towards the mountain stream desperately!
Just when Qin Xiangyu lost his mind again.
This black lightning had already flown in front of everyone's eyes, piercing everyone's chests and passing through everyone's bodies in the flash of lightning.
"Ding!" A soft cry was heard, which was extremely loud in the vast night.
"Ah..." Jin Wuming and Wang Yi both screamed at the same time!
"Mother!" This sound was in the air, and Xiao Guang, who was unaware of it, let out a roar like a wild beast!
At the moment when Wang Yi, who transformed into a snow mountain, opened his arms to embrace death...
An arrow to the west!
It hit Jin Wuming's sure-kill sword, and his sword, which had condensed the hard work of generations of people in Lantian Villa, missed by two inches in the flash of light and stone!
The moment he fell softly after being hit by a sword in his chest...
Before the screaming Xiaoguang could arrive, a cyan figure flew over in the night and picked up Wang Yi, who had fallen all the way down the grassy slope...
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In the imperial city, Hongchen Inn.
Amu, who had already put away his bow and arrows, added spiritual wine into the old monk's cup and said with a faint smile: "Senior, do you want to rest in the inn for the night?"
The old monk pointed to the carriage parked on the roadside and replied with a smile: "No, the children on the mountain should also go back to the temple. They have early classes tomorrow."
Amu nodded, picked up the wine glass in front of him and took a sip.
Said: "I'll get up tomorrow and go to the snow-capped mountains for a few quiet days. After a while, I'll come back to have tea with my seniors and talk about tonight's events in detail."
The old monk smiled: "Don't worry. Although I don't know what happened yet, I am very satisfied with the result."
Hearing this, Amu couldn't help but smile bitterly and said, "Senior, are you talking about a lifetime?"
Putting down the wine glass, the old monk went downstairs and replied: "That's exactly it."
Amu followed him, thought for a while and said: "Senior, please just pretend that you didn't see anything about this tonight. We just drank a bottle of wine."
After going downstairs and leaving the inn, the old monk got on the carriage on the roadside.
He waved his hand and said, "It's a good shot in the west. I'm going."
Amu laughed and murmured: "If these two are not idiots, why should I take action?"
On top of the snow-capped mountains, Xiaoguang, flying towards him, looked at Wang Yi in Qingyu's arms. At this time, Wang Yi's face was pale, and his waterfall-like black hair covered Qingyu's skirt.
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One life and one death, or one life and one life? This is an eternal problem. On a full moon night, I can shoot an arrow in the west. I am working hard and hope that you, the smart one, will be happy...
Some people died, but not completely...
