This was the second time that Mo Guyuan entered the world of dazzling sword light in his heart, with countless sword shadows passing by like meteors.
This universe formed by sword energy was accidentally entered by Mo Guyuan when he was being chased by Yong Zhu. Mo Guyuan once saw a mysterious man standing on the top of the Riyue River. With every move he made, thousands of swords were unified. It seemed that all the swords here belonged to him alone.
But after that time, Mo Guyuan never saw this person again.
Mo Guyuan was immersed in the world of swords. Affected by Cao Qingyi's military solution, many sword energies poured into his heart lake at this moment. Mo Guyuan spread his mind and closed his eyes, floating above, summarizing all the sword energies one by one. Obstacles are in front of you.
When he absorbed a piece of sword energy, his face became a little pale. Looking carefully, after Mo Guyuan filtered Cao Qingyi's sword energy, the sword energy would pass through Mo Guyuan's forehead, and then It turned into sword energy of the same color and returned to the sword light.
It was flawlessly white and radiant, as if there was a bright moon behind him.
Mo Guyuan gritted his teeth, not daring to relax at all. The cultivation of the Great Dao was more about tempering his will and body. There is no reason why he should not suffer.
But what Mo Guyuan found deeply puzzling was why Mo Guyuan always felt a little bit familiar in this world full of sword intent.
Only after he captured it carefully did he realize that the breath of sword energy actually contained the sharp edge of Xuanyuan Sword. It's strange to say that during the fight with Yaozhu that day, I was very weak in Taoism. In the end, I basically relied on the offensive brought by the Xuanyuan Sword. If I hadn't tried my best to stay awake and Yu Nie's final help, my mind might have been destroyed. He will be swallowed by Xuanyuan Sword.
But since that day, no matter how hard I tried, Xuanyuan Sword seemed to have no backlash. Not only that, Mo Guyuan even felt that he and Xuanyuan Sword often seemed to gradually merge into one, and wherever his heart went, that was where Xuanyuan went. Since my current cultivation level is still shallow, it is still difficult for me to fully utilize the power of the Xuanyuan Sword.
Thousands of years ago, Liuli of the God Realm used the Xuanyuan Sword to seal the ancient spring barrier. Not only was it a divine weapon, it was also a sharp blade in the hands of the Sword Demon. It was an existence that fought Liuli to the end of the world. This shows what kind of magical weapon Xuanyuan Sword is.
Mo Guyuan exhaled a long breath of turbid air, frowned and looked at the dozens of sword qi that were still in front of him. If he could do it all at once, it would not be impossible for him to exhaust all his energy and absorb them all, but it would be too far-fetched, and it would not end well. Pure.
At that moment, his mind moved slightly, and part of the sword energy from behind surged in. Under the control of Mo Guyuan's mind, the sword energy was like water, and turned into an entity to isolate the undigested sword energy, waiting for him to slowly refine it in the future.
Mo Guyuan stood up and looked behind him. He suddenly thought of the man in black looking at the sky alone with his hands behind his back. Although he didn't see his face, for some reason, just one look in his mind made him feel lonely and desolate. .
Mo Guyuan's mind drifted into the sword energy. At this moment, the stars were shining brightly and the shadows of the swords overlapped. Mo Guyuan's postures evolved, his feints gradually appeared, he waved his sleeves tactfully, and countless sword lights came around him. Mo Guyuan tried to learn the moves and drills left by his senior that day, and began to understand the Tao and practice. As he kept twisting his fingers to make the sword, his movements became more and more familiar. But what made Mo Guyuan feel helpless was that he still couldn't understand the secret of it, and he could only do it by himself.
Inspired by Duan Nianchen's sword energy on Huludao, Mo Guyuan realized this move in his heart. It was left by that senior. Mo Guyuan was extremely impressed. This move is called "One Man at the Pass."
For those of us who practice swordsmanship, once they have a sword in their hands, they must have a man who can block the way of ten thousand men, break through ten thousand enemies with one sword, sweep through thousands of armies, and move like a broken bamboo.
For a long time, Mo Guyuan gathered his mind and slowly exited the world in his heart. At the moment when he was about to step out of the door, Mo Guyuan turned his head and was stunned for a moment. Then he raised the corners of his lips and smiled happily. .
Above the sky of sword light, there is a blurred dragon pattern swimming in it, flashing and running with the sword shadow. Although Mo Guyuan didn't know why the Nine Dragon Veins in his body migrated here, the intersection of the two made him feel extremely at ease. Apart from the fact that he could enter this place at will in the future, Mo Guyuan clearly felt that the two seemed to be naturally harmonious and friendly, as if they were one body.
The moment Mo Guyuan opened his eyes, he saw heavy fog, spreading clouds, and darkness around him, like a void and empty world.
After breaking through Cao Qingyi's house, could it be that he had already entered Caiyun Stream? But why does it look like this now, with nothing visible?
Mo Guyuan suddenly thought of Bai Li and tried to sense the direction of her energy. For a moment, there was no clue. It seemed that this strange smoke had some kind of shielding effect. Mo Guyuan no longer hesitated and walked slowly forward, while carefully guarding his surroundings to prevent any unexpected events.
The fog was deep, and Mo Guyuan found nothing along the way, but as he went further and further away, a little light began to float on both sides of the road, like fireflies. As if someone was approaching, the floating light slowly converged towards Mo Guyuan. Mo Guyuan, who had suffered losses at the bottom of the wilderness, was afraid that he would be fooled again, so he swept away the firefly with a gust of wind, blowing away the fireflies. , without having time to think too much, he accelerated the trend and ran forward.
I don't know if it was an illusion, but Mo Guyuan was walking on a flat path, but he felt like he was climbing up. This made him a little uncomfortable. For a long time, Mo Guyuan stopped and took a deep breath of air, staring blankly at the sparkling lake in front of him, where there were fireflies and flickering lights and shadows. There was a woman in white lying quietly on the water with her eyes closed.
"Miss Bai!" Mo Guyuan recognized the person at just one glance. It was Bai Li.
Mo Guyuan flew up and landed beside him, trying to wake him up, but after several attempts, Bai Li still closed his eyes and remained motionless. Fortunately, I could feel that her energy was still there, but she seemed to have fallen into a coma.
This water lake is also weird. Even if I don't deliberately exorcise the magic, I can still stand on it. Mo Guyuan was about to take Bai Li and leave here first, when suddenly there was a churning under the water, and the next moment he saw a torrent rising into the sky. The firefly floating on the water suddenly increased in speed and followed the torrent.
At first glance, it looks like a pillar of light, extremely eye-catching.
There was a scream, the water exploded, and a crimson stream of light swept downwards quickly. Mo Guyuan had quick eyes and quick hands, and waved a Tai Chi figure towards the stream of light. The two collided, and it was not as explosive as imagined. The crimson stream of light penetrated directly. Tai Chi Tu quickly attacked Mo Guyuan and the others.
Mo Guyuan didn't have time to think too much, and he stepped back, but the next second shocked him. The lake returned to its original state, and Mo Guyuan stepped on the air and fell into the water. Although he had already swam up before he could react, the crimson stream of light had already fallen into the water, and a wave of red light and heat spread around him. Mo Guyuan was unable to break free as he went up, as if someone had set up a barrier to imprison him above.
What surprised Mo Guyuan even more was that the fireflies that had been seen before were now slowly infiltrating the water and wrapping around Mo Guyuan. Mo Guyuan punched the surface of the bottom of the water hard, but it was still unable to shake it. As time went by, the energy slowly passed away, and Mo Guyuan gradually felt tired.
He was trapped in the water, and he had to stop the invading fireflies while constantly looking for a way out. Even if he was practicing in the sea, he was now trapped in this situation, and it would be difficult to support him in the long run.
Groups of light gathered in front of Mo Guyuan's eyes, and a feeling of dizziness came from Mo Guyuan's brain. Mo Guyuan squinted and looked, and there seemed to be countless reflections of himself in the light spots.
The light spots were like broken mirrors, reflecting themselves in various forms.
Mo Guyuan's face was peaceful and he looked at the scene in the reflection.
There was a child who had just returned from school. He was walking on the path in the forest, chasing butterflies all over the mountain, and slowly ran towards his home.
In another light and shadow, there is a young man, walking up the mountain step by step with a bamboo basket on his back. The sun is scorching. He wipes the sweat from his brow with one hand and throws a newly found herb to the basket behind him with the other hand.
In the heavy rain, he ran vigorously regardless of everything. His clothes were soaked, so he took off his shirt and sang loudly with a grin.
One night in the dead of night, he would sit in front of the eaves and stairs, staring blankly at the stars in the night sky. Occasionally, a meteor would flash by, and he would quickly close his eyes and make a wish.
There was that crazy chase in the snowy night, and that scene where the gods descended from the top of the mountain.
The picture in the light and shadow is his childhood, the Luoxing Village where he grew up. In all the memory reflections, he is the only one, walking alone through the four seasons of spring, summer, autumn and winter, and walking through the mountains and wilderness over and over again.
Perhaps the numerous pictures were too much for him to take care of. Mo Guyuan blinked his eyes tiredly, turned his head and looked aside, and suddenly burst into tears.
"Mother" was a hoarse voice, silently choked with sobs.
Mo Guyuan kept murmuring, again and again.
As the years pass by, everything is quiet and the evening breeze is shining. The young man sitting quietly in front of the steps smiles and is content when he fulfills his wish. Behind him, a gentle woman slowly put on a fur coat for him, not forgetting to wrap the boy tightly, and sat down with him, looking up at the vast starry sky.
Mother and son depend on each other for life, just like the bright moon and stars that remain unchanged for thousands of years.
Mo Guyuan gently closed his eyes, and his body began to fall toward the bottom of the water. But he just slowly raised his hand, tremblingly grabbing at the memory that was so close at hand. It is an unreachable dreamland, buried deep in my heart.
The water surface was like a piece of glass, and suddenly there was a clear and crisp sound of breaking. Countless lights and shadows turned into bubbles and rose up. It was the meteor that made many wishes rushing out.
A feeling of coldness came, mixed with a hint of warmth, and he grasped the hand tightly.
One person is lying on the ground, the other person is stranded in the water, and the two of them are holding each other's hands, as if they were born with each other.
On the shore, there was a man in red clothes. He stared blankly at the two people who depended on each other for life and death. The man in red clothes also shed tears for no reason.
"Mo Guyuan!"
Who whispers my name in your ear, like whispering in a dream.
Mo Guyuan opened his eyes suddenly, grabbed the white and delicate hand, then jumped out of the water and landed next to Bai Li.
Mo Guyuan took a long breath and glanced at Bai Li gratefully, with a lingering fear in his heart.
Bai Li turned his head and looked away, his cheeks slightly red. The two of them didn't notice anything strange, but they still stood holding hands.
