The dusk sky slants down, and the remaining clouds flow to the west.
That ray of sword light went far away to the East China Sea, cutting off half of the dusk in the world, and then returned suddenly from the vast sea and sky.
Or maybe the blood brought back from the swords was ignited into bright red clouds. The place where the sword light wandered was bounded by a clear spring stream outside the town, but it divided the world into two parts, the north and the south. picture.
Kamigawa stood quietly in the twilight, looking at Cong Ren, who was dressed in white and dripping blood like peach blossoms from his body and mouth, walking out of the night town.
The bloody square inch fell into the night, and the blood stains were washed away in the clear stream.
"I thought your first sword would be to test my depth."
Kamikawa's voice remained calm.
Cong Ren stopped at the south side of the Qingxi River where Mr. Li Er died. He looked down at the Tao Yun Shan Hai meaning on the sword and said softly: "You and I both know very well who Li Shanhe is. He enters the world." After picking up thirteen stacks, I just wanted to come here to pick up the leaks. How could I let him succeed in such a thing? What's more..."
Cong Ren raised his head, looked at the hunter in black robes, standing in the twilight of the human world, and smiled slightly.
"This is a matter between the human sword sect and between you and my fellow apprentices. People who watch mountains and rivers are not worthy of seeing it."
Shenhe no longer paid attention to the affairs of a certain Taoist mountain and river watcher, and calmly looked at the vast expanse of night behind Cong Ren. The moon was pale at night and the sky was full of spring stars.
Of course it was already night in the world.
The half-day twilight where Kamigawa stands is false and stagnant.
"Do you really want to do this?"
There was some majesty in Kamigawa's voice.
Of course Cong Ren understood what Kamigawa was talking about.
"I said it, senior brother."
Cong Ren stretched out his hand towards the clear stream. After washing it clean, the square inch suddenly came over and landed on the white-clothed sword in the night, circling around.
"In fact, senior brother should also know. It is impossible for a person to look at the sky and the earth at the same time."
Cong Ren, who had a stream of light swirling around him, raised his head and looked at the high cliff quietly. There were countless swords blocking the cliff, and there was also a woman in white standing on the edge of the cliff holding a sword.
But what he wanted to see was not that person, but a certain woman who died last year, and the long-standing story she represented.
"Just like it is impossible for a person to step in two rivers at the same time, at the intersection of the rivers, people always have to make a choice early. If you are a human or a monster, you have to choose one, otherwise you will become a madman. Gouyuan is a good one. example."
"Being too cowardly will result in nothing, being too greedy will result in nothing."
Cong Ren lowered his head and looked quietly at Kamigawa's right arm under the black robe.
"Senior brother has been a sage for thousands of years, so why should he be like this?"
Kamigawa calmly raised his hand and looked at the right hand that was exposed in the dusk and provoked the human sword to cling to him.
"Junior brother, if human reason can understand everything, then law and morality are useless pieces of paper."
Cong Ren stood quietly by the sea breeze stream, the wound on his heart was still bleeding, like a peach blossom, a plum blossom, or a huge cluster of cuckoos.
The sword cultivator, who had been sleeping on the creek bridge all year round, laughed when he heard these words from his senior brother, lowered his head and said softly: "Yes, senior brother is right, that's why sword cultivators like to talk about the principles of swordsmanship." , Taoists like to talk about physical principles, witches and ghosts talk about gods and ghosts, and Buddhism talks about perfection.”
"But if the sword is broken, the body is mutilated, the gods and ghosts disappear, and the perfection is broken, will there be no reason in the world?"
Listening to Cong Ren's somewhat sarcastic words, Kamigawa just said lightly: "So the world must talk about a more harmonious and unified principle, instead of each insisting on one's own opinions and going his own way. For example, right now, we can talk about a The simpler truth is life and death. If you can die, then the truth is wrong. Only by surviving in the human world can it be right. So the Demon Lord died, Gouqi died, but I lived and made that human world Co-owner. Then I am right. When the emperor of the world stands at a high place, some people will like to look around, such as Li Asan, and some people will like to look above the head, such as Emperor Huai. Ji Wuxu and I have something in common. We both It is a person who looks to a higher place. If the world is weak and I am strong, then naturally I will do things that the world cannot do and go in ways that the world cannot reach."
Cong Ren said slowly: "Since it's about life and death, I have a sword today, but my senior brother doesn't have a sword..."
Kamigawa said calmly: "Who said I don't have a sword?"
There is an incomparable silence on the banks of the clear stream in the world, except for the countless sword winds blowing, as cold as the wind and snow in the twelfth lunar month, blowing away the dusk and blowing the cold night.
Amidst those awe-inspiring sword winds, the sword cultivator in white clothes from Xinan suddenly turned his head and looked at Donghai.
Motes of human dust.
There are thousands of tiny dust particles in the sea breeze blowing towards the world.
Cong Ren turned his head back little by little and looked at the man in black robe with a livid expression.
"Kamikawa!"
Those thousands of dust particles were like streams of starlight in the dusk, slowly converging towards Kamigawa's right hand.
This usually calm and indifferent emperor also lowered his head slightly, looking at the gray sword that was gradually taking shape in his hand, with some sadness in his eyes.
If you look closely, there are some peach blossom colors vaguely mixed among the grays.
So the story begins more than a thousand years ago, when a man named Gouqian died by the Nanyi River.
Someone was driven mad, died, and bloomed with the seeds of death.
Someone brought a sword brought back from Huangliang to the East China Sea and Mojian Cliff.
That person's name is Cong Zhongxiao.
The person he had to face was the Eighth Senior Brother Mojianya back then, the ancestor of demons in the world.
So the two traveled 490,000 miles to the East China Sea.
There, Cong Zhongxiao was defeated miserably at the hands of the eighth senior brother, so he drew a certain sword and wiped out everything.
"But nothing can be annihilated."
Kamikawa said calmly.
"Everything will only release energy in the movement of Queyi particles and become another form of existence. This is something clearly recorded in the "Human World Supplementary Collection" written by Taoist Saint Li Queyi."
The Eighth Senior Brother is the ancestor of demons in the world. The name of the first demon in the world - Yao, as the name of the Eighth Senior Brother, was given by Qing Yi back then.
People in the world often only think of the demon clan identity of the Eighth Senior Brother Mojianya back then.
But they often overlook this great demon who once sat in the human world.
It's a sword.
The sword that was once worn by a certain generation of Mojianya's masters later became the sword of the seventh senior brother of Mojianya.
But this is not what makes Cong Ren angry and Kamigawa sad.
The two of them had never met the eighth senior brother, so naturally they would not be touched by the idea of summoning the eighth senior brother's true form again.
The point is.
Back then, Cong Zhongxiao drew his sword and died together with the Demon Ancestor.
Therefore, those dust particles falling into Kamigawa's hands may not be laughter in the bush in another sense.
"Of course I understand what that means."
Kamigawa held the sword in his hand across his body, caressing every inch of the sword with great gentleness, and spoke softly.
"This is deceiving the teacher and destroying the ancestors, this is treason, and this is the loss of humanity."
The next moment, the man in black imperial robes held his sword and slashed towards the sky and the earth.
The square inch in front of Cong Ren suddenly turned into a stream of light with sword intent, stopping the sword that seemed to be slashing towards the heaven and earth, but was actually slashing towards Cong Ren.
With one sword, the stars were shattered and everything withered.
The two swords turned back.
In the fierce sword wind in the world.
The human emperor stood extremely calmly in the dusk, holding his sword.
"Just junior brother, what we are going to talk about today is life and death. Apart from life and death, everything is trivial."
Cong Ren raised his head, and as Kamigawa finally turned cold in his words, he quietly looked at the peach blossoms falling into the night under the interlacing sword light.
"Yes, senior brother, it is a matter of life and death."
The white-clothed sword cultivator's voice was equally cold. He stretched out his hand as if he had caught a piece of peach blossom, but it seemed like there was nothing there.
Maybe there are no peach blossoms at all, just the brilliant fire fragments falling into the world among those sword fire bursts.
Cong Ren's figure seemed to be frozen for a long time by the stream.
The next moment, the figure standing on the spot slowly turned into quicksand and disappeared, leaving only a rather faint mark of the witch ghost.
It's like an invisible flat lake appears between the twilight and the night.
The figure in white disappeared at the bottom of the black lake, but instantly appeared on the surface of the lake, like a sword breaking through the lake and falling into the orange twilight.
Kamigawa looked stern, raised his sword in front of him, and put his finger on the hilt, then pressed the sword all the way down. Countless golden light Daoist inscriptions appeared on his fingertips. On the dusty sword, from top to bottom, Countless texts were imprinted in an instant.
With the sword as the base in front of the black robe, countless cultures instantly formed a three-foot-square rune disk, and then quickly expanded like ripples on a flat lake that had been disturbed.
The sword came suddenly and landed on the Dao Wen barrier. Countless black energy dispersed on the sword, turning into the water of the Styx and falling down to the world.
As for the sword cultivator in white who appeared again, there was also a scene with clear boundaries.
Half of it is surrounded by thousands of Taoist texts, and the other half is surrounded by the power of witches and ghosts.
There are not many people in the world who practice the four major spiritual paths.
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The same goes for Kamigawa.
Thousands of spells were flowing around the two of them, the Taoism was shattered, the power of witches and ghosts was dispersed, and the swords in their hands were brazenly intersecting.
The awe-inspiring power that diffused where the two met was the twilight left by Kamigawa in the human world. It was shattered inch by inch, pouring all the sword intent into the human world.
Just like what the fortune teller said at the beginning.
They have reached this state of existence.
There is no courtesy in this world.
Under those fragmented twilight, there are countless Dao texts of the universe flowing extremely quickly, resolving all the sword intentions that fall on the world.
An old Taoist standing in the green mountains of the East China Sea suddenly turned pale. The cracked mirror in his arms flew out on its own, receiving the blood spurted by the Taoist, and turned into countless bloody Taoist inscriptions. Rising into the sky.
On the high cliff of the East China Sea, the remaining sword intentions of the Mojian Cliff disciples of that generation are also surging in the clouds and mist. The woman in the white dress stands solemnly in the wind, and the clouds and mist on the cliff are being blown by the sword wind. The East China Sea blows away.
In the twilight night under the cliff, the two brothers and sisters were separated at the first touch.
The twilight faded away in an instant.
It was like a twilight painting trying to cover up the night was cut into pieces.
The power of witches and ghosts surged around Cong Ren, and he disappeared with the sword in place. When he reappeared, he was in the twilight sky, surrounded by white clothes. One hand held the sword formula, and the other hand held the secret technique of descending to the underworld.
Ghost magic, Momentary Styx.
A mighty Styx River came from the high mountains, as if it were falling to the earth. Thousands of ghost flowers bloomed instantly on the banks of the Styx River, shaking down the black pollen that corroded the souls of the world.
The emperor of the world stood with a sword in the twilight East China Sea under the River Styx. Looking at the vast River Styx that covered the entire sky on earth, he just raised a hand and said calmly: "Witch." I am far better than you, Junior Brother."
Cong Ren is from Huai'an, and Shenhe is from Huangliang. When it comes to witchcraft and ghost skills, Shenhe is naturally better.
Therefore, in Kamigawa's hand, there is also a witchcraft.
The Styx River, which was returning to the human world in its mighty force, was surrounded by countless Styx ghost flowers heading from the human world to the sky, forcibly stopping its descent.
And in front of this human emperor, a sword was erected around his body. Sword intent surged out from the divine sea and submerged into the dusty sword in front of him. Countless shadows of sword light appeared around him, and like a vast stream, they moved towards the vertical sword. Go to the Styx above the sky.
Cong Ren's expression changed, the witch marks under his feet flickered, but his whole person disappeared into the Styx.
And the moment Cong Ren left, those streams of sword light crashed into the sky, and the shocking vast Styx River and the world of Styx were directly cut off by a sword, turning into a dark sky. Flying embers fall to the world.
Cong Ren's figure appeared in the field beside the stream, with blood still dripping from his heart. However, the sword cultivator in white didn't care at all. He just calmly looked at the divine river standing under the stream in the distance and said softly: " Yes."
At the beginning of the story, Zong Ren is a swordsman, and Kamigawa is a wizard.
Everything changed in fate. Many years ago, the man in black appeared at the door of the Human Sword Sect, and then worshiped under the Cong Zhongxiao Sect.
Then the square inch in the hand was released.
If the magic of witches and ghosts doesn't work.
Then come Taoism.
Cong Yan is a sword cultivator. Today's sword sect comes from Mojian Cliff, and Mojian Cliff comes from Hangu Temple, so sword cultivators can naturally also be Tao cultivators.
In the twilight world, Fang Cun shot at the black-robed emperor with a sharpness that cut everything into pieces, while Cong Ren raised his palms in front of him, changing his palms into tactics.
Then the wind and rain fell from all directions, and the dusk fell.
Cong Ren naturally admired a junior like Bai Fengyu very much back then.
And the meaning of separation in the wind and rain curtain is probably a variant of the sword's intention.
It may rain, or it may rain.
So Cong Ren humbly learned the Taoist techniques of that junior Taoist.
The force of wind and rain enveloped the entire world, the rain curtain was like a curtain, and the raindrops were like a sword.
Kamigawa stood calmly in the midst of those windy and rainy sword intentions. A sword intention came out of his body and fell on the sword. With one sword, he fell into the world without knowing where he was going. However, by the dusk stream of the clear stream in the world, there were pieces of peach blossoms coming. , and then a huge peach tree that covered the sky and sun appeared behind the black-robed emperor.
Wind and rain from all directions hang down the curtains of the world.
However, by the peach blossoms of the river bridge in the human world.
Inaccessible to wind and rain.
Just such a scene made the sword cultivator in white, standing on the other side of the storm, suddenly have cold eyes.
"Kamikawa!"
Kamigawa just said calmly.
"A matter of life and death."
These four short words are the answer to everything.
But for the sword cultivator in white, it seemed like a lot of irony.
So he held the sword and crossed the wind and rain, transformed into sword light, and appeared in front of Kamigawa in an instant. With one sword, all those peach blossoms and wind and rain were cut open. Even the black-robed emperor did not raise his sword to greet them, but It also turned into sword light and disappeared in that place.
When the two of them appeared again, they were no longer under the East China Sea Cliff, but appeared in a stretch of continuous rivers and green mountains.
There were countless sword sects standing in the mountains, but at this time, there were no traces of them.
This was once the territory of the East China Sea Sword Sect.
However, they had already left the East China Sea before the story began.
That sword followed closely, and the great rivers and green mountains of the entire East China Sea Sword Sect were cut open by the sword, turning into a long and deep canyon.
Kamigawa, who had always looked calm, finally showed a trace of anger, stopped suddenly, raised his sword and struck with a sword.
He slashed the sword cultivator who was chasing him backwards with one strike.
"Are you crazy?"
Kamigawa's angry voice fell towards the world in the dusk.
Cong Ren stabilized his figure above the sky, raised his hand to wipe the blood from the corners of his lips, and said with a cold expression: "Brother, this is a matter of life and death."
Before Cong Ren could finish his words, the sword intent was once again concentrated in the square inch of his hand, and the mighty vitality of heaven and earth was gathering towards the location of the white-clothed sword cultivator.
The next moment, Cong Ren's figure disappeared from the spot.
Kamigawa's expression was filled with anger, and he also faced him with a sword.
Between the heaven and the earth, thousands of swords were scattered, and the twilight was shattered, but it brought another more magnificent color. Those Qiankun Taoist texts that enveloped the entire East China Sea were, at this moment, overwhelmed and suddenly shattered. crack.
Standing on the East China Sea in the distance, the old Taoist spit out a mouthful of blood with a face as white as paper, sat down cross-legged, and sighed softly.
Then he looked at the little Taoist boy beside him.
An extremely bright white light suddenly appeared in front of Wang Xiaohua's eyes.
Then the next moment, everything between heaven and earth came to a standstill, and vast shadows of gods and ghosts appeared in the sky.
Those dazzling sword intentions that fell towards the world finally stopped.
However, even so, Wang Xiaohua snorted, the corners of her lips also turned a little red, and some sword marks faintly appeared on the black lines in her eyes.
Although those sword marks were extremely light, they were sword marks that fell on the shadow of Da Siming.
The shadow in the sky was also a bit weaker.
The little Taoist boy suddenly understood what the woman in orange clothes and white hair meant when she said that there are still swords in the world when she came to see her.
Wang Xiaohua stared blankly at Donghai, which had not been seen for a long time, but seemed to have changed.
The old Taoist looked at the little Taoist boy guiltily, and raised his hand to touch the top of her head with two braids.
"If you stop the sword for the world, we won't care about these things anymore."
The little Taoist boy was silent for a while, then sat down with a determined expression and said softly: "Okay."
This little Taoist boy who has been blindfolded for a long time naturally knows what is happening in the world now.
Block another sword.
If it's too much, she can't stop it.
Even the soul of Da Siming is in her eyes.
But after all, she is not the ghost and god who controlled life and death in the world back then.
