Looking at the collapse of the stone surface on the ground, Mo Guyuan punched out with a strong fist, Xuanhuang Bagua in front, flowing rapidly until the shapes in the eight directions merged and superimposed, and fell hard towards Xiao Heng below.
Xiao Heng's eyes flashed fiercely, and when he saw that Mo Guyuan dared to fight with him, he felt a burst of joy on his face. He ignored the woman below and turned around. This time, the seven skills of the Blue Fist in his hand actually exploded with unparalleled energy. Blue fire.
The sixth level of the Seven Skills of Blue Fist!
The blue flames surged, reaching unprecedented heights under Xiao Heng's fist wind. Unexpectedly, this person had been hiding so much that he actually exploded with a killing move at the last moment.
Mo Guyuan could no longer care about anything else, his eyes were filled with bloodshot eyes. Looking at the woman in white who fell into the boundless abyss, there was suddenly a trace of happiness in his eyes.
Then the two fists collided, the golden light and the blue fireworks collided, and waves of dust and smoke swept away. Under the influence of this momentum, the already riddled ground was in ruins and cracks spread rapidly. , the rock wall that could still support the ground suddenly collapsed, and large rocks fell down with a shocking sound.
A cruel arc appeared at the corner of Xiao Heng's mouth, the muscles in his forehead exploded, his pupils were crazy, and he shouted hysterically, "Die!"
The green-blue flames surged endlessly, crushing the black and yellow Bagua in front of him layer by layer. Even if Mo Guyuan mobilized the power of Bagua and tried to stop Xiao Heng's Blue Fist Qijue with four or two strokes of a thousand pounds, Xiao Heng's sixth force exploded. Even with this level of strength, he could only retreat steadily.
Just when the last Eight Diagrams diagram was about to be destroyed, a familiar voice suddenly sounded in his heart. Mo Guyuan looked back and saw the Xuanyuan Sword passing through the darkness and flying towards him.
The lingering images from before came into mind again, but they were soon forgotten by Mo Guyuan. When he came to this world, Xuanyuan Sword stepped forward at critical moments time and time again. How could he because of this? Ignore it due to misunderstanding? At this moment, Xuanyuan Sword runs towards him again without hesitation. Considering Mo Guyuan's current situation, Xuanyuan Sword is his only support.
The moment they took it, the two had a good connection, and a warm feeling spread throughout the body. This time, Mo Guyuan suddenly found that he had never been so infatuated and unable to put it down.
Even the nine-color brilliance emitted by the Nine Dragon Glazed Jade was suppressed by the warm current brought by Xuanyuan Sword, which made Mo Guyuan no longer have any taboos.
Around his waist, the nine-color light of glazed jade flickered, and eventually the light became darker and darker, as if he was sighing helplessly, and finally became peaceful and no longer out of the ordinary.
Xiao Heng took a closer look and happened to see Mo Guyuan raising his head and looking at each other.
Those scarlet gazes receded at some point, replaced by pitch-black depths.
Black pupils occupied the entire eye sockets of Mo Guyuan. Evil energy was flying around him, and green smoke was swirling around him, like the god of death. His face was indifferent and cold, and he just stared at himself quietly.
Xiao Heng suddenly felt bad, but the wind of the fist was gone. He didn't want to miss it, so he still made a desperate move.
Black wings began to grow on both sides of the Xuanyuan Sword, with a crescent-shaped edge. The sword lengthened quietly, green light surged, and rays of brilliance traveled along the sword, like a trial.
"One man is in charge!"
The Xuanyuan Sword glowed brightly, towering into the sky. It moved forward with a destructive attitude, and immediately struck Xiao Heng's palm.
The blue flame gradually dimmed. Under the edge of the Xuanyuan Sword, even Xiao Heng's current strength was still unable to compete, but he was unwilling to give in. Even if the tendons in his right hand collapsed, even if he vomited blood, he still had no intention of retreating.
Mo Guyuan's face seemed to be the persistence in his heart, and he would not give up until he was killed.
"Ah ah ah" Xiao Heng screamed heartbreakingly and wanted to extend his right fist, but Mo Guyuan who was on top seemed to be a towering mountain at this moment. Mo Guyuan grabbed Xuanyuan and a mocking smile escaped from the corner of his mouth. , and then, the infinite green light took Xiao Heng's body and flew straight down, all the way to the end of the bottomless darkness.
Mo Guyuan's palm overflowed with blood, and all the blood that fell on the hilt was absorbed and devoured by the Xuanyuan Sword. Perhaps he was overly exhausted this time, and he was in a daze as he was mentally and physically exhausted. Seeing that Xiao Heng was hit by his sword in an unknown direction, he could only Can give up.
With the last trace of faith, Mo Guyuan flew tremblingly towards the back of the stone door. Suddenly he stumbled, and a huge boulder rolled down and hit Mo Guyuan hard on the back. He sprayed blood and wanted to grab it. However, the rock crevices of the Suzaku Stone Gate are not enough.
Finally, his eyes went dark, and he fell to the bottom of the boundless abyss along with countless falling rocks.
In a daze, Mo Guyuan seemed to feel a wisp of breeze coming from the deep underground. He could no longer open his eyes, but he always felt like there were stars floating around, which made his eyes hurt a little more.
Xuanyuan Sword was firmly held in Mo Guyuan's hand. As it fell faster and faster, shrill wind sounds gathered from all directions, and the cold wind howled and murmured.
This is an isolated island. The surrounding seawater is overflowing, and the tides come and go. The seawater brushes against Mo Guyuan's cheeks, making him feel suffocated between breaths.
After an unknown amount of time, Mo Guyuan felt a bitterness in his throat. When he suddenly opened his mouth to take a deep breath, a mouthful of sea water went straight into his throat, causing him to cough.
Mo Guyuan sat up with difficulty, not knowing where he was. In front of him was the endless sea. The sky seemed to be approaching dusk, but there was no sunset on the horizon, and everything was dim and dim.
Turning his head to look, Mo Guyuan suddenly looked startled, then quickly stood up and ran towards the shore until he came to the woman in white.
The woman lay unconscious on her side, her body covered in blood, but the long sword behind her was still shocking.
Fortunately, the sword did not pierce his chest, which made Mo Guyuan quietly heave a sigh of relief.
"Miss Bai Li..." Mo Guyuan spoke softly, his tone a little trembling.
It seems to have been almost four years since we said goodbye to each other, and I have never seen her again, let alone called her name.
Bai Li was indifferent. She didn't know how she came to the underground before, and how she defeated Sun Datong, Tang Qingya and the disciples of those two sects to come alone.
Mo Guyuan took a deep breath, suppressed the temptation in his heart, first sealed Baili's air points, then carefully pulled out the long sword, and finally tidied her wounds in an orderly manner.
During the process, Mo Guyuan saw scars all over her body, including some that almost hurt her vital parts. Even he couldn't bear to look at her, and felt worried and nervous in his heart.
After sorting everything out, Mo Guyuan gently picked her up, stood up and walked to the middle of the island.
This isolated island is only a few feet wide from front to back and left to right. There is an ancient tree taking root here. It looks absurd and special.
The world is lonely and the sea is choppy. This isolated island is really small and pitiful. As for this ancient tree, it seems to be no different from an ordinary big tree. Mo Guyuan leaned Bai Li under the tree and felt her energy gradually calming down. It's a lot of relief.
On the coast, Mo Guyuan let go of his mind to explore the surroundings, and found that his mind could not penetrate this sea area. Even an inch of sea water was cut off. The only island within the range of his mind was this island. But looking left and right, he kept Can't see any clues.
During this period, he also took a look at his own mind. He was previously inspired by the nine-color brilliance of Nine Dragons Glazed Jade, and he thought something had happened in his mind. However, at the moment, he saw that the world in his mind was the same as before. It was the same as before. The sword energy surged into the sky, and the sword shadow swept across the formation.
After confirming that he was fine, Mo Guyuan withdrew from the sea of mind. He first checked the Nine Dragons Glazed Jade suspiciously, then put it on his waist, held up Xuanyuan and went straight up with his sword. There was no end to the sea, so he had to find a way out as soon as possible. Just fine.
In the vast sea, Mo Guyuan was wielding his sword very fast. He calculated in his heart that he had been flying for countless hours and still had no end. Just when he was about to turn around and return, a black shadow suddenly appeared in front of his eyes.
A touch of touching surprise appeared on Mo Guyuan's face. He couldn't see anything unusual in this vast sea all the way. The sudden appearance of such a black shadow in front of him naturally made him feel a little energetic.
But soon, Mo Guyuan's face turned ugly. As the distance got closer, he realized that the black shadow was the isolated island he had left earlier.
It's really unbelievable. I was clearly moving in one direction without changing my trajectory. Why did I end up back at the starting point?
Mo Guyuan thought it was an illusion. Instead of landing, he changed direction and tried to fly to another place. It wasn't until a few hours later, when the isolated island came into view, that he realized that everything was in vain.
But this time, he did not stubbornly go in another direction. Instead, he landed on the island, waved to the woman in white who woke up at an unknown time and said with a smile, "Long time no see, Miss Baili."
In the sea breeze and waves, there is a beautiful woman who is unique and independent. She is dressed in white clothes like flowers, unstained by dust, like the bright moon in the sea.
The slender figure slowly turned around and looked at the warm and kind smile. Her frosty face suddenly became a little flushed. She was deeply immersed in that face that she was thinking about day and night. She wanted to take a few more glances, but was stopped. His approaching figure made her panic.
Bai Li quickly looked away and said softly, "Long time no see."
Mo Guyuan didn't notice anything strange about Bai Li, but it was just that in the past few years, she seemed to have grown a little taller and seemed a lot colder.
Fortunately, one thing has never changed and is even better than before.
"Miss Baili looks better than before."
Bai Li was stunned for a moment, then bravely turned his head to look again. Mo Guyuan was already standing in front of him, with a sincere smile on his resolute face and gentle eyes.
The two of them stood at the beach, at the end of the dim world, painted with ink splashed by the sea water.
The branches and leaves on the ancient tree drifted away with the wind, lingering around the two of them, one by one, like snow and wind, layer by layer.
The pear blossoms are blooming in the desert, and the leaves are flying.
Long time no see, long time see again.
Life is full of wind and snow, the four seasons never make any noise, and time flies by silently like water.
Measured in years, love is just one of the weather.
During the years he spent in Qingqiu, Bai Li traveled all over the peach blossoms of three springs and saw all the chrysanthemums of nine autumns, but he still couldn't forget the thorns at every step.
It's just that he has someone he likes, but it's not him. In the end, all the courage he has left becomes the stubbornness and forbearance of a person in his heart.
