Fengyunlu

These sword intentions were extremely sharp, as if they could cut off all the restraints and obstacles in the world. However, Mo Wenjian did not rush to counterattack, but cleverly condensed these sword intentions into a ball, forming a light shield, tightly protecting Lei Xiao. Lei Xiao, the hero who was seriously injured before, now had a solemn and relieved look in his eyes. He knew very well that if it were not for the protection of this sword intention light shield, he would have died under the golden dart.

The golden darts came with the power to destroy the world, but they were like hitting a solid wall, and were scattered by the sword light shield. This scene not only made Lei Xiao feel relieved, but also shocked everyone present. Martial Saint Jiang He, even though he was in the dark, could not help but be shocked by the power of this magic weapon. He thought to himself, there is such a powerful existence in this world that can withstand his full-strength attack by himself.

However, just as he was shocked, Mo Wenjian suddenly spoke with a hint of playfulness in his tone: "Xiao Jianghe, why don't you come out?" Before he finished speaking, a khaki figure quietly appeared in front of everyone. It was the Martial Saint Jianghe himself. He was wearing a khaki satin robe, tall and mighty, with an imposing aura. He walked slowly, and every step seemed to step on the heartstrings of everyone, which made people couldn't help but be moved.

When he stood in front of Mo Wenjian, a flash of surprise flashed in his eyes. He couldn't believe that the hero in front of him, holding the Changli Sword and protecting Lei Xiao with a single sword, was actually his uncle Mo Wenjian whom he hadn't seen for many years. Countless questions surged in his mind, and he wanted to ask them clearly. However, when he saw Mo Wenjian's calm smile, all his questions turned into deep respect and emotion.

"Who are you?" he finally couldn't help asking. Mo Wenjian smiled and replied, "Haven't you guessed it?" This simple answer contained too many pasts and stories. After hearing this, Wu Sheng Jianghe felt mixed emotions. He wanted to ask more about Mo Wenjian's experiences, but in the end he chose to remain silent. Because he knew that some things could not be expressed in words, and only by experiencing them personally could one experience the ups and downs.

Although the contest was thrilling, it ended peacefully. The grudges between the Martial Saint Jiang He and Mo Wen Jian seemed to dissipate with the breeze of Leiming Mountain. They each turned and left, leaving behind a legendary story for future generations to pass on. And on this ancient land, a new story is quietly brewing, waiting for the arrival of the next destined person.

On the top of the thundering mountain, when the wind and clouds were changing, every move of Mo Wenjian contained unfathomable artistic conception. His figure was light, like flowing water, shuttling in the sight of everyone, but he could hide in the invisible in an instant. This kind of exquisite body movement made people feel awe at the first sight. Even a martial saint like Jiang He could not help but marvel secretly. However, in this wonder, there were more doubts and puzzles. He stared at the person in front of him in disbelief, and the familiar feeling in his heart surged like a tide, bringing him back to the past.

Jiang He recalled the past with Mo Wenjian. Although his junior uncle was an elder, he never used his seniority to bully him. Instead, he treated him as a friend, discussing martial arts together and learning from each other. That pure friendship was like a bright star, illuminating every corner of his heart. However, the reality before him was like a cold water pouring on his head, waking him up suddenly from his memories. He couldn't believe that the figure that should have disappeared long ago would reappear at this moment.

"At first... at first, ah~ at first I thought..." Jiang He's words were full of complex emotions. He hesitated to speak, tears flashing in his eyes. He knew that no matter how much he asked, he could not change the reality in front of him. But even so, he still chose to face it and chose to stick to his beliefs.

"No matter what, you have joined the Han Clan now, and we must be enemies when we meet now." Jiang He's voice was firm and resolute. He knew that he and Mo Wenjian could no longer go back to the past. Moreover, the death of his junior brother Feng and the turmoil in the Pili Hall today were all related to the Han Clan. These hatreds and responsibilities made him unable to hesitate any more.

With a roar, Jiang He's figure flashed and disappeared like a ghost. His cultivation had reached the highest level, and even the peerless master like the Demon King had to nod in praise. He knew that Jiang He's strength was no less than that of his master Luo Hongchen, especially when he was fighting desperately, he could burst out amazing power.

Mo Wenjian still maintained his calmness and composure, his eyes were deep, as if he could see through everything in the world. Facing Jiang He's attack, he just raised his hand lightly, unsheathed his long sword, and lightly touched his chest with the tip of the sword. A sharp sword intent instantly spread. Although this sword intent was silent, it seemed to be able to cut off all obstacles and change the color of the world.

As Mo Wenjian made his move, the entire top of Thunder Mountain was instantly enveloped by an invisible force. The sun's light became dim, and the purple clouds condensed into a sea, as if they would pour down at any time. However, at this moment, Mo Wenjian's long sword was like the light of dawn, penetrating through many obstacles and piercing straight into the river. This sword did not have the earth-shaking momentum, nor the dazzling brilliance, but it contained the power to destroy the world.

The heaven and earth trembled, and the top of Thunder Mountain fell into darkness. In this boundless darkness, only a few peerless masters could barely perceive everything around them. They knew that this battle had exceeded their imagination and had become a true life-and-death contest.

However, at this critical moment of life and death, Mo Wenjian suddenly sheathed his sword, with a barely perceptible smile in his eyes. He knew that he had achieved his goal. He did not really want to take Jiang He's life, but wanted to use this battle to intimidate the enemies of the poor family and buy more time for the Pili Hall. At the same time, he also hoped to test Jiang He's cultivation and character through this battle to see if he could really take on the responsibility of protecting the Pili Hall.

Finally, as Mo Wenjian stopped, the darkness on the top of Leiming Mountain gradually dissipated. The sun once again shone on the earth, and everything seemed to have returned to calm. However, behind this seemingly peaceful contest, there are countless unknown secrets and undercurrents. The grievances and hatreds between Mo Wenjian and Jiang He will continue to intertwine and collide in the days to come...

In the pitch-black darkness, the surroundings seemed to be tightly wrapped by the heavy night, and every breath of air seemed extremely heavy. People tried to find each other, but they could only feel the endless darkness and oppression around them, as if even breathing had become difficult. Their movements became slow and clumsy, and every turn or retreat was like struggling in a quagmire, laborious and fruitless.

However, at this desperate moment, a ray of unusual light suddenly broke through the darkness before their eyes. This light was not ordinary light, but the sword energy released by a sharp sword, sharp and fierce, like the first ray of sunlight at dawn, piercing through the darkness. This sword was the Mo Wen Sword. Its appearance seemed to be God's will, bringing a ray of life to this chaotic world.

The sword of Mo Wenjian not only cut through the darkness in front of them, but also cut through all illusions and the unknown. At that moment, people seemed to be in a huge eggshell, and the sword of Mo Wenjian was like someone suddenly cut the outside of the eggshell, letting the light in instantly. As the sword energy spread, the entire space was illuminated by endless light, and the sun was blazing in the sky between heaven and earth, dazzling and dazzling, making people unable to adapt to this sudden light for a while.

However, in this light, there was a person staggering with blood on the corner of his mouth. It was the Martial Saint Jiang He. He was obviously seriously injured in the duel just now, and his eyes revealed disbelief and unwillingness. He asked with difficulty: "How did you find me?" There was a bit of frivolity and weakness in his words.

Mo Wenjian's expression was also solemn. He knew that although this sword had severely injured Jiang He, he had also paid a heavy price. He forcibly used the "Heaven and Earth Are Merciless" sword technique created by his senior brother Xie Qingshan. Although it was extremely powerful, he had not reached the state of mind of forgetting emotions, so the backlash was particularly strong. In addition, Jiang He's own strength was not bad, and his golden elixir broke the key resistance, coupled with his determination to move forward, which caused Mo Wenjian to be injured at the critical moment. At this moment, the sword intent in his mansion was turbulent, and the backlash of the hidden sword technique was even more dangerous and difficult to suppress.

The demon king watched coldly from the side. He was closest to Mo Wenjian, so he could feel the hidden edge of the chaos the most. He thought to himself that although he didn't want to intervene in this matter, since he had promised Xu Yi to come to the rescue, he couldn't just stand by and watch. What's more, the message from the two saints in the cloud also made him realize the seriousness of the matter. So, he helped without hesitation, put one hand on Mo Wenjian's shoulder, and countless true energy instantly flowed into his body to help him resolve the crisis.

With the help of the demon king, Mo Wenjian finally stabilized the sword will and injuries in his body. He turned around and looked at the demon king deeply, his eyes full of gratitude and admiration. He knew that he could not delay any longer, otherwise the consequences would be disastrous if something unexpected happened. So, he glanced at Ji Yao in the distance without leaving a trace, and then turned his gaze to Jiang He, his face gradually becoming indifferent and firm: "Goodbye." After saying that, he flashed and disappeared from everyone's sight.

After this battle, the whole martial arts world was shaken. People were talking about this thrilling duel and Mo Wenjian's extraordinary swordsmanship. Mo Wenjian himself was more determined to practice. He knew that only by constantly breaking through himself and surpassing his limits could he truly reach the pinnacle of swordsmanship. And the grudges between him and Jiang He will also be finally resolved one day in the future.

Jiang He looked at the direction where Mo Wenjian left, with a complex light flashing in his eyes. He knew very well that although the battle today did not determine life and death, it had already shown who was better. Mo Wenjian's swordsmanship was exquisite and his cultivation was profound, which was beyond his reach. However, he did not feel frustrated because of this, but instead aroused his fighting spirit.

"One day, I will surpass you and protect everything I want to protect!" Jiang He swore in his heart, then turned around and scanned the surroundings with a sharp gaze. Those forces that were originally ready to move retreated at this moment because of his eyes and did not dare to move forward easily.

Seeing this, the demon king smiled slightly. He knew Jiang He's strength and potential, and understood that this battle was both a challenge and an opportunity for him. He slowly walked to Jiang He, patted him on the shoulder, and said in a deep voice: "You are very good. With time, you will become a great man. But remember, the road of cultivation is long and difficult, so don't rush for quick success."

Upon hearing this, Jiang He bowed and said gratefully: "Thank you for your teachings, senior. I will definitely keep it in mind."

At this time, the wind on the top of Leiming Mountain seemed to have become much softer, and the sun shone through the clouds, casting mottled light and shadows. Everything seemed to have returned to calm, but everyone knew that this battle was only the prelude to the storm in the rivers and lakes, and the real contest had just begun.

In the following days, Jiang He practiced hard in seclusion, constantly honing his swordsmanship and cultivation. He knew that if he wanted to gain a foothold in the martial arts world, he must have enough strength and wisdom. And the departure of Mo Wenjian also made him more determined in his belief - to protect the Pili Hall and the land he loved so much.

At the same time, Mo Wenjian was also secretly paying attention to Jiang He's growth. He knew that Jiang He was a rare talent, and given time, he would definitely make a huge splash in the martial arts world. But he also understood that the grudges between him and Jiang He would eventually have to be resolved.

So, on a moonlit night, Mo Wenjian once again set out on the road to Thunder Mountain. He had no fear or hesitation in his heart, only persistence and pursuit of the sword. He knew that this battle was not only to settle the grudge, but also to test whether his swordsmanship had reached a new level.

When the two stood on the top of Thunder Mountain again, the air was filled with a tense and solemn atmosphere. They didn't speak, but just looked at each other quietly, as if they were communicating with each other through their eyes.

Finally, Mo Wenjian slowly drew out his sword, with the tip of the sword pointing directly at the river. His eyes became unusually firm and cold, as if at this moment, he was no longer the gentle swordsman, but a warrior born only for the sword.

Jiang He also drew out his sword without showing any weakness, with a brilliant light flowing on the sword. He knew that this battle would be an important test in his life, and also a great opportunity for him to prove his strength to Mo Wenjian.

As the two men took a step forward at the same time, a thrilling duel began again. The sword lights were like weaving, the sword energy was crisscrossing, and the entire top of Leiming Mountain was shrouded in a sword shadow. However, in this seemingly fierce battle, it was full of awe and pursuit of kendo. Both of them understood that only by truly understanding the true meaning of kendo can they be invincible in the world of martial arts.

Finally, when the last ray of sword light dissipated in the night sky, both men put away their swords and smiled at each other. They knew that there was no real winner or loser in this battle, because they both learned a lot from this battle - about the way of the sword, about life, and about themselves.