The crescent moon is in the sky and the stars are shining brightly.
In the night sky above the Xijian Tower, the light emitted by Amu's sword actually eclipsed the crescent moon and dimmed the stars!
Is this really the sword of Nirvana?
It seemed like it when I first saw it, but looking at it now...
"It's not annihilation!"
Dongfang Hong narrowed his eyes slightly and looked at the knife, and then said: "I'm still asking the sky, because that knife... still carries a little hesitation!"
Dongfang Hong turned to look at Wu Wen, with a smile on her face:
"This child...as we just said, he is not heartless, but the resentment that has arisen from the bottom of his heart over the past twenty years!"
"Do you know how strong the resentment will be over the past twenty years?"
"Tonight he was drunk and vented... He used a knife to vent, which released the resentment in his heart, and he was able to calm down after that."
"You talk to him more and tell him the reasons, he will understand!"
"Now it seems that this is not a bad thing!"
Dongfanghong looked at the night sky outside the window again, "This is his opportunity! A huge opportunity!"
Wu Ximiao stroked his long beard and sighed with emotion:
"Why are there so few great masters in the world? It's all because that door is difficult to capture."
"Of course the scenery behind the door is extremely beautiful, but to find that door, to push that door open, to step through that door... this requires a very high level of understanding, or in other words, a huge opportunity! "
"Can he take advantage of this opportunity to reach a higher level?"
Everyone is looking forward to it now.
Wu Wen and Qiu Chen are naturally no exception.
Of course, what they hope more is that their son can untie all the knots in his heart after breaking through the situation, and be able to use the knife in his hand to cut away all the accumulated resentments of the past.
Lu Ruyi also looked at the knife in the air with great relief.
After all, this is his son's best brother. If this knife can be sharper, it will certainly be of great benefit to his son in the future!
This young man with the Mashanda Sword is usually taciturn, but he didn’t expect that he would use a poem by his son as a guide, and he would actually get a different meaning of the sword from this poem!
Is this still the Mushan sword?
It doesn't matter.
What matters is whether this knife can cut off all his unhappy past!
Just as everyone expected.
Amu has put away the knife!
He is still in the air!
The knife stood erected beside him, and the blade still had that bright sword light.
Against the backdrop of the sword light, those people with extremely high martial arts skills here could see Amu's face clearly.
Amu looked at the crescent moon, the look on his face was sad and full of confusion.
At this moment, his face was full of tears. There was no knife, no knife skills, and no knife intention in his mind!
There was only the lingering image of the woman and the man in his mind!
They said they were his parents!
Somehow, he didn't have the slightest doubt!
He seemed to have hoped deep down in his heart that those two people were his parents!
Although he once said that even if his parents appeared in front of him, he would not recognize them... but when they actually appeared, Amu's heart was filled with a bit of joy despite the contradiction.
It's just that he doesn't know how to face and deal with it in this short period of time.
He can only drink!
He wanted to numb himself with wine.
He felt like this was a dream!
After he woke up...he was worried that the dream would be broken again!
He hoped that this dream could last longer, so did he really only hate them for being abandoned?
"Turn around the Zhu Pavilion and lower the Qi household, and the light will shine on the sleepless people."
"There should be no hatred... He Shichang will be reunited when we say goodbye..."
In the night sky, thousands of sword lights suddenly rose and then converged.
A long knife pointed straight at the sky but remained motionless... It seemed like hesitating, it seemed like it was accumulating strength, it seemed...
All the disciples in Xijian Tower were alarmed by this battle. They all walked out and stood in the wilderness.
Everyone looks up to the sky!
They all looked at the man with the knife in the night sky, their mouths wide open and their eyes widened!
They don't know who this person is.
But they clearly remembered that just a few months ago, when senior brother Dugu Han understood the Dugu Nine Swords, it was also in this kind of night and there was a huge momentum.
Duguhan's Nine Swords are completed!
Succeed and break through realms until reaching an upper level!
This man tonight, his sword is completely different from the sword of senior brother Dugu Han.
Can he break through two realms in a row and become a half-step grand master?
Two animals were lying on the meadow in the distance.
The Prime Minister put a hoof on Erhuo's body. At this moment, he also raised his donkey's head and looked towards the sky.
The knife moved.
It once again emitted extremely bright light, but was no longer as cold as before.
It seemed to come to life.
Just like the spring in March.
Many people even seemed to see blossoming peach blossoms in this knife.
Everyone’s hearts tightened again——
The intention of the sword is the intention of the heart!
Why did this young man's originally sharp sword suddenly become warm?
Dongfanghong smiled slightly.
Wu Wen's heart dropped a little as she raised her voice. She clasped her hands together and showed a kind smile on her face.
Amu slowly swung the knife!
The sword is like a full moon, and in the light of the sword is endless vitality!
The knife is like a pen, the sky is like paper, the moonlight is like ink!
Amu dipped the knife in his hand into the thick silver ink, as if he was slowly drawing a picture on the sky!
There are miserable winds, cold rain, cold winter, and thousands of miles of ice in the painting!
This is his past!
His knife slowly swung out again.
The cold wind and rain suddenly dispersed, and there seemed to be a "click" in the night sky that sounded in everyone's hearts!
Then, the cold winter disappeared, and the frozen land for thousands of miles suddenly thawed.
So, there are flowers, butterflies, mountains and rivers, sunshine, rainbows, and fireworks!
"First level...higher level!"
From the second level to the first level, jump to the first level!
"Genius, the true genius of Mushan Sword!"
"Work harder and step into the Grand Master...!"
Amu stopped in the air again.
He suddenly put away the knife.
The knife was casually placed on his shoulder.
He was still looking at the bright moon, with tears still on his face, but there was a faint smile on his face that was originally as cold as a knife:
"People have joys and sorrows, separations and reunions, and the moon waxes and wanes. This is a difficult thing in ancient times!"
He slowly fell from the air.
When he fell, he seemed to feel the call of family affection.
He looked towards the eighth floor of Xijian Tower.
With tears in his eyes, he couldn't see the people on the eighth floor, but he felt their presence.
This is blood connection!
After all, it is an undying family relationship!
Does this forgive them?
Amu still felt a little conflicted in his heart, but he already knew his inner choice.
So, his sword rose again!
With great momentum, he stepped out in the air and slashed down on the empty grassland with one knife!
"Nung, moon and new moon……!"
His step was just a hundred feet away!
His sword flashed across the sky!
The prime minister's donkey eyes were suddenly frightened.
It instantly turned over and kicked the second-rate guy in the butt.
"Ah uh uh uh uh..."
It roared wildly at the idiot, turned its head, spread its hooves and ran away!
The idiot was startled, stood up, raised his horse's head, and the soul of the dead came out!
It also spread its hooves and ran after the prime minister!
The knife fell.
Say goodbye to the past!
The mountains and rivers change color!
Shocked!
"Half-step Grandmaster...!"
"This sword is the real Mushan sword!"
Lu Chuqi had already flown over. In the air, he stroked his long beard and asked loudly: "Disciple, what is the name of this sword?"
Amu landed on the ground and looked up, with a knowing smile on his face as cold as a knife.
"Master, this sword is called... Tianya Mingyue Sword!"
