Zhang Xiaoyu stood quietly on the green hills of the human world, looking at the awe-inspiring sword intent flowing across the human world. Sword marks appeared on his body from time to time, but the sword cultivator in white didn't pay attention, and just stood silently on those bright mountains. In the flow of sword intent passing around him.
The meaning of the sword is like a stream, like the sea.
Therefore, the battle between Cong Zhongxiao and Demon Ancestor took place 490,000 miles away from the East China Sea.
So what the senior brother said may be right.
Maybe what Master said is right.
Those two people were just angry, not really crazy. The entire East China Sea turned into a galaxy as bright but deadly as a result of those wanton sword intentions.
What if Cong Ren really fell to the world with his sword instead of the emperor in black robe?
Maybe it's because I thought of something scary, maybe it's because of some fate I inherited.
The white-clothed swordsman's body began to tremble slightly.
The bloody white eyeband trembled in the wind like a white branch with red flowers.
Zhang Xiaoyu lowered his head, quietly looked at the traces of his walk in the green mountains, and smiled softly.
So this is indeed what fate is.
It's where you stand.
It’s also where I came from and where I’m going.
The white-clothed swordsman quietly turned his head and looked in the direction of the two men.
Then his ears began to bleed.
Those rumors cannot outline the picture of the faction that makes the world panic, but they bring countless sword intentions that cannot be looked at directly or listened to.
So Zhang Xiaoyu tore off a piece of his white clothes again and wrapped his ears together. Like a crazy painter, he walked calmly down the green hills and towards the distance of the East China Sea.
.....
Wang Xiaoer didn't know what happened.
After the white-clothed sword cultivator left the town, clouds and mist began to fall from the high cliff that had never cared about human affairs.
Naturally, the people in the town stood on the street, thinking about the clouds and mist facing the high cliff next to the town.
However, when one day suddenly, those clouds and mist fell towards the human world, everyone became panicked.
Although there was nothing in the sea of clouds coming from Mojian Cliff, and nothing else in the world fell into the town, they still ran towards the edge of the town in shock.
So everyone hit a sword barrier.
Then he stood there in a daze.
Wang Xiaoer held the bowl of noodles and stared blankly at the half-dark twilight world.
After the familiar swordsman named Cong Ren left, the young man ordered a bowl of noodles for himself. He felt that there must be some deficiencies in his noodles, so he wanted to taste what was wrong. , so that those who love their faces can leave so simply.
So Wang Xiaoer, who was holding a bowl of noodles and just took a bite of noodles, saw this scene.
So it dawned on him.
His noodles are naturally very delicious.
Just sometimes.
The meaning of human life is not just eating a bowl of noodles.
People in the world have to wear shoes, wear clothes, work, and understand, and they also have to argue for their own understanding.
Wang Xiaoer suddenly sighed, turned around, chewed noodles, and headed towards the town.
There's really nothing to see.
Aren't the snow-white noodles mixed with chopped green onion and spicy oil much more beautiful than some so-called disputes?
Wang Xiaoer ate the noodles with big mouthfuls.
We walked all the way back to the noodle shop.
"The noodles are very fragrant, would you mind giving me a bowl too?"
Wang Xiaoer, who just opened the curtain and walked in, heard this sentence.
So he stared blankly at the white-haired man who must also be a swordsman. After being silent for a long time, he said slowly: "Sorry, my noodle shop does not sell swordsmanship."
If you want to talk about the principles of the sword, why should you eat the noodles of the world?
Wang Xiaoer thought very sadly.
"Why?"
The man asked.
Wang Xiaoer walked towards the kitchen.
"Because if you don't practice the upper sword and the lower sword, you are not worthy."
...
The best is like water.
The sword is like paint.
...
Spring flowers are in full swing in the world.
However, in the broken twilight that was intercepted, it was probably as if it were in ruins.
Cong Ren covered his heart and coughed, and the square inch circled around him. On the green mountain that was cut open, countless flowers and leaves fell.
So among the flowers and leaves that fell on the ground, there were many more bright red colors.
The divine river is in the distance.
The battlefield between the two of them moved from the Qingxi wilderness to the world of the East China Sea.
Separated by the green mountains of the human world, the long distance is also an extremely short journey for sword cultivators.
So before the blood could be coughed up, a sword from Canran cut through the world.
Fang Cun flew into the sky with his sword intention.
However, he was also slashed back by the sword and inserted in front of Cong Ren.
Kamigawa's figure broke through the twilight of the world, and under a ray of bright white light, it was the lonely night hidden below.
Cong Ren looked at the figure that came suddenly, took hold of the sword again, and pulled it out with the earth in the world. His left hand stood in front of him, holding a certain ancient secret.
"Pro."
The sword intent, sword wind, and broken everything that flowed across the world turned into slow currents, and even the figure of Kamigawa slowed down.
The Nine-Character Mantra of Hangu Guan.
This is Cong Ren who has lived from the ancient Tao era to the present. Compared with Kamigawa, this is his biggest reliance.
Before the word was spoken, the Taoist formula in Cong Ren's hand changed again.
it's for.
"Soldiers."
The blood color under those white clothes is slowly becoming lighter, and the sword wound on his heart from the years is also slowly healing.
Thousands of Taoist scriptures circulate on the green mountains.
The sword came suddenly.
Cong Ren said the third word in a deep voice.
"fight!"
The sound of the Tao fell, and thousands of Tao rhymes entered the body. The sword in white clothes stood on the sloping green mountain with one foot, and the mountains and rivers of the world collapsed under that foot.
The vitality of heaven and earth in the entire East China Sea is surging wildly.
The two of them went up and down, each holding a sword and meeting each other in the sky.
The twilight and the shadows of gods and ghosts in the sky were all shattered.
The vast night finally completely enveloped this world.
Only the sword light shines like a white plum.
Kamigawa's expression was cold, and the power of thousands of witches and ghosts came from the Styx River, blessing him around him, turning into thousands of phantoms with swords raised, and slashing down with one sword.
In the distant world of Huangliang, a woman in black skirt standing in Yaofeng Town tilted her head.
With one sword, the world collapsed, and with one sword, gods and ghosts looked sideways.
At the same time, there is another vast sound of Tao rising between heaven and earth.
"List."
Kamigawa's expression suddenly changed when he heard this word.
Time, heaven and earth are arranged in an orderly manner.
It’s for the human world.
The word "line" is used as a measure, just like "crossing" and "migratory flow".
And at that moment the word fell into Kamigawa's ears.
Cong Ren's figure disappeared from the world.
The disappearance this time is naturally different from the disappearance of Yue Xingzhi.
The word "line" represents the aggregation of crossing and migratory currents.
It is the art of time and space.
The mighty Wuhe River spreads out from Kamigawa's body, and the dusty sword in his hand also scatters the sword intent that fills the sky, protecting himself within it.
However, even so, the next moment, or more accurately, the previous moment.
A sword with cold light penetrated from Kamikawa's chest.
At the same time, those Wuhe and the dust in the sky also fell to a certain place. Cong Ren's figure suddenly appeared behind Shenhe, and was slashed towards the world by the dust's sword.
Kamikawa spat out a mouthful of blood and raised his hand to touch his right chest. Countless sword intent energy sank into the sword hole, restraining the injury. Then he looked at the white-robed man who was shot down by the sword intent and fell to the world. Sword repair.
"In one word, you win, junior brother."
Kamigawa's original life is Wuhe, which is the power of demons, and then he is a swordsman.
And Cong Ren is a well-behaved Taoist cultivator.
In the world of cultivation thousands of years ago, there was no such clear division between Taoist cultivators and sword cultivators.
At the level of Taoism, Kamigawa is naturally inferior to Congren.
Cong Ren's body stopped falling on the upper level of the human world. He coughed and said softly: "Winning or losing today's matter is meaningless. If senior brother refuses to give up that arm bone, then... ..."
Standing in the stream of thousands of sword lights, the sword cultivator in white raised his head and said without emotion: "There is only life and death."
"good."
Kamikawa said calmly.
As a result, the flow of endless sword intent merged in the sky and the earth.
It's just that the sword can go thousands of miles, and it can also come back thousands of miles.
Kamigawa suddenly turned his head and looked towards the south of the world.
The moment when a square inch dragged the brilliant sword light towards Kamigawa. Another sword comes to the world.
Suddenly I passed through the vast world, from the autumn water falling to the East China Sea.
"The inn problem a thousand years ago was actually never a problem."
Cong Ren held the sword secret and stood in the sword wind of the world. He moved with his sword intention, and the sound of the waves of the Daohai replaced the sound of the waves of the East China Sea and fell to the world.
The voice of the sword cultivator in white was very calm.
"The dilemma lies in greed."
"I lost the matter about Qiu Shui. If you want to take the sword, I'll let you take it. You don't care about the world, so why should I care?"
When the second sword also fell towards the East China Sea, the situation that had always been dominated by Kamigawa suddenly changed.
Three swords intertwined brilliantly in the sky.
The sword, which was condensed by Kamigawa from the East China Sea with the remnants of the Laughter in the Bush and the Demon Ancestor, finally began to show its decline.
Kamigawa silently looked at the junior brother in white who was standing on the green mountain below with sword intent flowing across his body. Then he raised his hand to call back the sword. Amidst the countless sword intent falling towards him, he suddenly appeared with a strong shaman spirit. Li Li and Yao Li took over and allowed the two swords to penetrate into his left and right ribs.
When Cong Ren saw this scene, he was also stunned.
Just when he was about to take back the two swords together, an extremely powerful sword intent suddenly appeared in this world.
All sword intentions in the world were cut off instantly.
Cong Ren stayed there for a moment as if he had been struck by thunder.
There was some surprise in the eyes of the young man in Qingshang who was quietly watching the sea and watching a movie on an isolated island.
And all the clouds and mist above the Mojian Cliff were finally blown down to the world, revealing the disbelieving eyes of the woman in the white dress standing on the high cliff.
Xie Chaoyu, the fortune teller, said nothing more. He lifted up the skirt of the little Taoist boy beside him, transformed into Tao Feng, and disappeared in the East China Sea in an instant.
As for the distant yellow beam, the goddess no longer tilted her head, but held an umbrella and rose into the sky. The Styx River from the divine capital suddenly spread towards the south, turning into a barrier of divine light.
The world is anxious.
Confused and confused.
A certain swordsman in Donghai Town who had not been able to eat as he wished felt the sword's power with great nostalgia. He raised his head over the sword cliff and the clouds and mist fell into the sky of the world. Just like he looked up at a certain high cliff in the past, he said softly: " Suspended by a thread, determined by a single thought, Seventh Senior Brother, there is truly no one stronger than you in the world of swordsmanship."
Thousands of sword lights fall towards the world like falling stars.
Cong Ren stood blankly on the broken green mountain.
"The world's best...it turns out that senior brother, you know the world's best."
Kamigawa just stood high in the sky, extremely calm.
"You said I don't care about the world, then I'll tell you how to truly not care about the world."
The sword cultivator in black imperial robes let go of the Dust Sword in his hand, letting it scatter into the sky and fall into the world like star dust.
Then the Fang Cun that was intercepted in front of him suddenly stood up in front of Kamikawa. Together, they fell towards the world with unstoppable momentum until they landed on a certain green mountain facing Cong Ren. top.
With a sonorous sound, it fell on the green mountain, as if it had become one with the human world and could never be pulled out again.
"This sword..."
Kamikawa was dressed in a black robe, and he lowered his head and looked at the square inch quietly.
"I will only teach you once, junior brother."
The moment these extremely calm words fell.
The human emperor reached out and grasped the hilt of the sword.
Thousands of sword energy in the world fell together vastly towards this green mountain, and endless sword light shot towards the world like the Milky Way collapsing.
But those are just shadows, representing the trajectories of thousands of locked enemies.
And at a certain moment, Cong Ren, who was dressed in white and stood among the green hills of the world, suddenly felt a sharp meaning appear between his eyebrows.
The man who had been sleeping and dreaming for a thousand years on the Jianzong River Bridge in the human world finally calmed down, looked at the senior brother in the distance quietly, and said softly: "Okay."
When that good word falls.
The Mojian Cliff Sword that was inserted on the green mountain suddenly made a crisp sound.
Not Jian Ming.
But the sword weeps.
A crack suddenly appeared on the hilt of the sword, and then spread towards the sword body that was filled with cold light, just like a plain cracking open, revealing a bottomless abyss.
At the same time, Kamigawa closed his eyes.
The endless blue and ancient sword intent falls towards the world.
Many years ago, a sword cultivator in white clothes on a sword cliff asked his senior brother a question.
——Why do you have to close your eyes when you are showing off your skills in the world?
The senior brother who brought human swordsmanship from the ancient style of kendo to another level just chuckled and said this.
——Because pity gives birth to gray hair, I can’t bear to see the world.
In a hurried spring when everything dies.
The world once again saw the sword that had lasted for thousands of years.
From their majesty.
Kamigawa, one of the three swords in the world.
So when those sword intentions fell,
A mighty force of destruction emerged from the green mountain.
Someone pulled himself out of the body, and then pulled out a sword that should not exist from the cracked square inch.
The next moment, the sword was unsheathed, and Kamigawa, who drew the sword out of his body, stabbed the sword cultivator in white with a look that the world could not understand.
It's a long way to go.
However, without even moving his mind, everything along the way was wiped out by that sword.
The world, mountains and rivers trembled and cracked, and even on the Youhuang Mountains, the water of the Styx River had a faint tendency to flow backwards.
Hanging on a thread and deciding on a thought.
This is the unique skill of Mojianya.
A line in the world.
But such a sword did not fall to the world.
After that sword pierced a wine gourd in front of Cong Ren, he could no longer move forward.
The young man in Qingshang, Cao Weiying, took back the wine gourd, raised his hand and dispersed all the swords and swords that fell towards the world with the power of annihilation, and turned to look at those in a hurry, who would destroy everything with just one thought. In the human world, he brought the wine gourd to his lips and drank the wine that overflowed from the sword hole.
"Although I am very happy to see such a sword in the human world again."
Cao Weiying took a sip of wine, and the sword wind around her was strong, blowing the soul of Kamigawa and the sword soul of Fangcun Sword back to such a green mountain.
"But I don't like that this sword is going to fall on the world."
Kamigawa suddenly coughed up a mouthful of blood, let go of the sword in his hand, and kept coughing on the green mountain. Then he raised his head, looked at the young man who was drinking wine under the moonlight, and said softly: "Then what does senior like?"
Cao Weiying calmly threw the wine gourd 490,000 miles to the East China Sea, where the intercepted sword intent would spread without any scruples. Then he reached out again and took out a wine gourd from an invisible place. Then the figure gradually disappeared into this messy world.
The young man's somewhat sad voice lingered in the night.
"Of course the human world."
The green hills are silent.
Cong Ren's figure still stayed there for a long time, and then suddenly knelt down. Although the sword was stopped by Cao Weiying, who did not want to see such a sword appear in the world.
There are only two sword holes in the wine gourd.
One is coming in and one is going out.
The sword intent that annihilated the soul finally came out of the wine gourd and landed on the white-clothed sword cultivator behind the young man.
Although Cong Ren is not dead, his soul has been injured after all, and his thousand-year cultivation is slowly passing away.
Maybe a year, maybe ten years.
The man in white clothes sat on the green hill in embarrassment, struggled to stand up, and raised his hand to call back the sword intent. After it dissipated, he finally got free, but it was already cracked. It took generations of sword cultivators to use a long process. Time goes by to re-temper the square inch.
Kamigawa looked pale and coughed.
Naturally, the sword with the soul separated from the body would not be seen in the human world.
However, for the person who wields the sword, it is also an extremely serious injury.
It's just that the two of them are still alive and dead, so some stories naturally don't end.
So the two of them gathered up the remaining sword intent in the world together. On the two green mountains, the sword wind rose again, and the two of them held their swords and left again.
However, the next moment, both of them stopped there in a daze.
In the night, countless peach blossoms flew in and filled the world.
There is a girl in peach robes with picturesque features walking quietly between the heaven, earth, mountains and rivers, with a lot of sadness in her eyes, picking up the scattered human dust on the earth.
After a long time, the girl who was carrying a sword with a peach branch-like blue hilt stopped, holding countless dust particles in her hands, raised her head, and looked at the two people on the green mountain.
"Is this interesting? Cong Ren."
Cong Ren raised his hand to wipe the blood from the corners of his lips, smiling like a young man.
"Of course it's interesting, Cong Xin."
