The enemy of comprehension is the sword

The moonlight is falling, the snow is falling like a mist, and the still indifferent Nine Heavens Peak interweaves into a scene of unrefined ancient paintings in the whiteness and coldness.

Among them, there is a silent blood-soaked ink sword, the blade body is as black as night, and it can't hide the red brilliance of the carefully carved inscription soaked in blood.

Uneasy, restless, confused, confused, cringing...

The sword that was supposed to be unchanging was tainted with an inexplicable emotion and an incomprehensible obsession, which soaked the clear and unique sound of the sword into chaos and made people unhappy.

"Ugh……"

The sigh that has been silent for a long time, carried by the bleak mountain wind, messed up the long hair of the swordsman, while the three thousand snow colors fluttered with the wind, Ji Xue's downcast eyes were filled with a little helplessness.

The jade finger landed on the sword, gently caressing the biting ink marks, drawing a bright red glow.

No sound, blood falls.

All of a sudden, the quiet Mo Jian uttered a mournful cry, which caused the broken snow in the house to churn, blurring his vision.

Presumably it was her useless work that made the Lord Protector Shen Feng angry?

Using the Blood Shepherd Sword is a way to deal with external damage. It has no effect on the current situation, and it is just a waste of her blood.

About this point, Ji Xue is naturally aware of it, but, if not, what can she do?

In Yin Clan's practice, the sword is the person, the sword is the heart, and the sword is the soul. Only a pure swordsman's artistic conception can forge a pure sword.

At this moment, the ink sword with chaotic sword sounds represents that the swordsman himself has changed his mood and is unable to restrain himself...

"I thought, I treated her as just a friend, and my protection of her was just a promise, just to witness the birth of a peerless sword."

The tone of voice remained unchanged for thousands of years, but with her left hand slightly pressed against her chest, the snow-like beauty frowned, adding an indescribable hesitation.

"I thought, I've always been self-willed, but this time, I'm just a passer-by trying my heart with a sword."

Feeling the hotness that did not belong to her that remained on the abundance, Ji Xue swept away the covered snow with a wave of her sleeves, and looked at the round of white moon hanging upside down in the night sky from a distance.

Stretch out your hand, and slowly hold some illusory existence, and hold on...

"However, the desire in my heart that is becoming clearer and clearer, the red shadow in my eyes that can't be shaken away, and the very, very sweet sweet taste when I get along with her, I can't find it anymore. An excuse to convince myself."

Fiery, soft touch of lips and teeth, creamy, seductive and charming of skin-to-skin contact.

Maybe he realized it as early as Tongtian Ladder?The fact that he already had a very special feeling for that child.

She will not love anyone, originally, she thought so.

A thousand years of longevity, the coldness has never changed, Ji Xue's heart is like that old stagnant water, and will never cause even a single ripple for any existence.

Most of the creatures in this world are indifferent to her, even the Qingshuangluo who lived together, the former adults, should be called blood relatives.

Care, gratitude, revenge, in fact, she is only driven by the sense of responsibility to do what human beings should do, nothing more.

A heartless monster, a heartless beast.

The evaluation given by those knight-errants in the past may be correct.Even Ji Xue herself has almost fully admitted their point of view and believed in her own alternative, so she can just watch the morning and sunset with a single sword, and travel thousands of years away, right?

However, at this moment, she was definitely, undeniably, attracted to a girl.

She was attracted to the girl who was the same woman as her, with an age gap of thousands of years, and she had only been with her for a few months.

"Nan Sixian..."

The three poisonous characters symbolize a dazzling red, just whispering softly, the swordsman Ruxue caressed the corners of his lips and remained motionless, as if bewitched, quietly condensing time.

Messy, can't figure it out.

This heart-pounding feeling is undoubtedly the culprit that made the sword state fade and the sound of the sword was mixed. It is the thing that she, the sword master, and the owner of the ink sword should kill.

But... can it be done?

Silence, soaking the sky and the earth with the color of ink, Ji Xue's eyes showed more regret, she moved her lips, but only a sigh heavier than the blade of the sword faded out.

If you take a step forward, you will find yourself in an unknown abyss, if you take a step back, you will find yourself in the river of forgetfulness you are already familiar with.

Which side will she choose?Of course it must be——

Sword, start silently, people, dance lightly!

"Mo asked Jianxin, and Can Xue touched the world several times."

"It's hard to get it back, lure the soul into a dream, and the strings of the Tao disturb the sound of the sword."

"Sigh, fate is far away, but the sword... will last forever!"

The cold and crisp voice sings like a song, and the trembling ink sword swings away a stream of cold wind and snow. While waving, it prints the world into an ancient painting that has been accumulated for thousands of years, indifferent to love, and shallow to forget love.

Just like the top of the nine heavens with splashed ink landscapes, the stars are gathered upside down to form a unique stage, only for the stunning and brilliant performance of one person and one sword.

With the sound of the sword, accompanied by the wind and snow, the extremely dancers immersed themselves in the sea, weaving the beautiful sword festival.

With downcast eyes, ink marks are everywhere, and the sword dance is beautiful.Looking up again, the snow covered the sky, and the sword intent was like a god.

Counting the ink, brushing away the time and falling, every move and every style, from warm to cold, recomposing a thousand-year-long silence...

"Luoshen Qingwu...far from the mortal world!"

At the end of the sound of the sword falling, Ji Xue's eyes became colder and colder, and the light of the stars attracted a little bit of light from the fingertips, and slowly slid across the bloodthirsty edge from the hilt, coating Mo Ruqiye's heart and soul sword Shimmer.

Immediately afterwards, with a twist of the wrist, the ink sword danced slowly and quickly with an arc full of elegant charm, adding a few new marks in the space like a thousand-year-old painting.

The extreme move has been completed, the next moment, it is either Wangchuan or the abyss.

The hand holding the sword trembled slightly.

However, the heart is established, and people, why hesitate?

Ji Xue gritted her teeth, turned her eyes away, and slowly closed her eyes.

The wind blows, hiding a determined murderous intent.Gathering together, reappearing your own figure.

When the other self who was rhymed in the nothingness drew his sword towards her, the swordsman with fluttering long hair opened his eyes, and his eyes were locked in the sky, his spirit penetrated into emptiness.

Mo Ruhong, the sword goes nine days, the supreme sword element is driven by the thousand-year foundation, the power shakes the soul, and it is a ruthless sword that kills life.

A handful of snow, a little ink mark, looks weak, but transcends time, subverts space, unstoppable, and unstoppable!

And this can be called the shocking sword of Yueshen, its goal is to disturb the mind and emotions of the swordsman...

First use the method of consciousness cultivation to forge the part of the soul that represents emotion into a phantom, and then kill it with a sword that surpasses the law.

What a fool!

This willful person to the point of death refuses to admit the desire in his heart, uses the way of the sword to reach the gods, and wants to use the sword of obsession to seal the voice of the gods with snow, and Mosuo's heart-wrenching feelings!

—— Feelings that shouldn’t be there, let’s stop here.

Sword out, no regrets.

Ruxue's hair covered her pale face, and she couldn't see where the falling crystals came from, leaving only the desolation in her eyes, which took away the beauty of the past.

However, at this moment, a familiar red figure forcibly stepped into the world where there should be only the swordsman alone. Fearless and fearless, he opened his hands to meet Jian Wu and hugged him.

The edge that was supposed to kill the incarnation of the realm of nothingness was diverted due to the interference of the world, opened the gate of hell, and pointed at the comer——

Nan Sixian!

After finally escaping from Sword Master Wangyun's claws alive, Nan Sixian still wanted to molested his wife before going to bed.

I didn't expect to find that this guy was playing swords again as soon as I came here, and looking at it like that, I always felt that if I didn't stop her, something bad would happen.

Therefore, her brain, which already lacked strings, couldn't turn around for a while, and she simply jumped into Ji Xue's sword dance, and she was really not afraid of being stabbed to death by a sword just like that.

It wasn't until the sharp sword approached her and the unparalleled sharp wind blew a thin bloodstain on her face that she just realized that such reckless behavior would be fatal.

"you!"

It was rare to blurt out an exclamation with a bit of urgency, and Ji Xue, who was struggling to suppress his mood, suddenly shrank his pupils, breaking his success for a moment.

close.It was too close.

There is no return to the sword style, and you will die if you see a beautiful woman.

will die!She... will die!

The mental barrier instantly collapsed.

The choice I made without authorization, when I thought that the warm body could no longer move, it became a joke that was not worth mentioning.His throat seemed to be severely strangled, and he couldn't breathe. From the depths of his heart, there was a cry of shattering crystals, and even his soul seemed to be torn apart.

She didn't even have the leeway to consider gains and losses, she almost instinctively reversed her mentality, reversed the rushing spiritual power to slow down the speed of the sword, and then slammed her palm on the right arm holding the sword.

The internal injuries that might be caused by the backlash of spiritual power, and the consequences of unreservedly hitting the defenseless arm with all its strength, are all out of consideration.

At this moment, in Ji Xue's eyes, there is only the soul-burning crimson, nothing else.

"Crack."

The sound of bone shattering was clearly heard by the swordsman, but he completely ignored it because of a sword that deviated from the track.

It's okay...she's okay...fortunately it's okay...

Silver teeth clenched the mouthful of blood that pressed down her throat and did not spit out. Ji Xue put the black sword back into the sword stand with her left hand seemingly unhindered, and after confirming that her face was indifferent again, she looked at Nan who was lying on the ground. Think string.

Is this destiny...?

The joints of her clenched fist gradually turned white, and then she silently relaxed. She stared into Nan Sixian's eyes and asked, "What are you doing here?"

Perfect, it neither smells of love, nor reveals the disturbed state of mind, it is normal and cold.

Hearing her question, Nan Sixian, who had brushed shoulders with death again today, let out a deep breath, patted his chest and stood up.

"Almost died again, today is really unlucky! I'm here to tease... ah no no no no no, I just came to see you! Look at you, hehe."

Huh, I almost slipped my mouth. Fortunately, this lady reacted quickly, and this frightened state can be dealt with well!

Nan Sixian, who thought she was rescued in time, secretly admired herself, but there was a twitching smile on her face that was obviously wrong.

Stupid.Why does such a stupid person move my heart so much that I can't control myself...

Calmly wiping away a trace of blood that slipped from the corner of her mouth, Ji Xue turned around, showing a subtle smile for the first time between her brows and eyes, and spoke coldly while suppressing her rising tone.

"Have you seen enough? Don't go back yet."

☆, 33. Snowy Night Swordsmanship

Chapter 35

In the middle of the night, at the top of the nine heavens.

The person lying on the moonlight, facing the exceptionally quiet sword, reminisces about the past, taking away the glamor of the silent snowfall.

Suddenly, a burst of steady and persistent footsteps came, stepping on the green bamboo, crushing the silence of Yehua.

Snowflakes played mischievously over the brows, and the indifferent swordsman still had his eyes half closed.

The line of sight from which he looked sideways seemed to have imprinted the white figure, but what was reflected in the pair of bewitching purple eyes was only an unbreakable green bamboo sword.

The footsteps stopped, bringing a moment of indifference.

The visitor was hesitant and arrogant, and he was always unwilling to open his mouth for calculations.The swordsman's eyes see through the meaning of chasing guests, and the snow is scattered with his sleeves. The heart lake is full of ripples, and there is no room for trifles and worries.

The words that cannot be said are against the heart that cannot listen to other people's words.

How?

Should he turn his head decisively and leave, as if he had never been here, right?

However, it is a matter of life and death for several people, so it must be done!

A helpless sigh broke Qingzhu's arrogance, and after taking a few steps back and forth, he finally led to Ji Xue again, and spoke in an unfamiliar gentle tone.

"The sword is condensed into snow, and the environment is like a human heart. Your interest is not shallow..."

The flattering words that were completely unsuitable for Jian Zun were abruptly interrupted by a flying ink mark before he finished speaking.

Elegant and secluded, just like the mountains and rivers splashed by the autumn hair in the hands of the literati, but the sharpness is exposed, and the biting cold wind brings great pressure.

It's a sword!A life-devouring sword!

A sword intent that made one's hair stand tall, hidden in that spot of green ink, came from the wind, and it didn't stop until it fell in front of him.

Sword Master Wangyun focused his eyes, moved his breath, and after hurriedly retreating for a walk, he stretched out his hand and grabbed the green bamboo sword that slowly emerged.

At this moment, the Sword of Forgetfulness of Sword Cultivator in the Ascension Period straightened the curved back again and slashed obliquely.

Immediately, the strong man's aura swept across and rushed, and the monstrous air waves blew the remaining snow on the ground whirling and dancing.

Although the meaning of ink is heavy, it can't stop the emerald sea that covers the sky, and it dissipates without a trace in an instant.

"Shut up the nonsense and speak out the purpose." Ji Xue was bathed in a bend of flying snow, gently pointing her two fingers between her eyebrows, her eyes were frivolous, her cold and stern eyes swept away, and she said harshly, "Hypocrisy, let my murderous intent , became more and more unbearable.”

"Hmph, your attitude seems to be a little different from before." Master Wang Yun swung his hand, retracted the green bamboo sword, ignoring Ji Xue's direct provocation, "Did something happen to Si Xian?"

One word stirred up something in her mind, and her thoughts surged up, and the red shadows hidden deep in her eyes suddenly emerged, which made Ji Xue's coldness a little less.

——It’s just that it clarifies something that should have been known long ago.

"Is it difficult for you to be frank?"

With a wave of her sleeves, she swept away the snow all over her body, she stood up, with her hands behind her back to Sword Master Wangyun, and said with a little displeasure.

Even if there is something to do, it belongs to her and Nan Sixian only, there should be no third person intervening in it, even casual chatting, it is not allowed!

"It's really... nothing to say." Suddenly noticing that he had stepped back a few steps, Wangyun Jianzun who was already outside the house smiled wryly and shook his head, and said, "Yaoyao always said that I don't know how to chat, so I should call her look at you."

Can't chat?so what?

Besides Nan Sixian, who else in this world needs her to pay attention to her words?

Brows furrowed inadvertently, and the entire Sword Intent Snow Realm followed Ji Xue's impatience, and began to gather killing intent little by little, bringing a gust of cold wind.

If you don't start talking about business, let's kill each other.

Really, a very blatant threat.

Sword Master Wangyun noticed this, and said the words he had prepared and brewed for a long time: "The purpose of coming here tonight is to save my daughter's life, and also to save my disciple Nan Sixian's life!"

"Um?!"

As the voice fell, the atmosphere changed suddenly. The red light around the ink sword burst into flames, and a turbulent air wave rolled up the settled dust and snow. In the midst of the change, an invisible pressure came through, and the soaring sword intent turned into Thousands of ink marks, cutting the void, still don't give up.

Ji Xue, who understood one of Wangyun Sword Master's words, turned around proudly, a pair of eyes full of despondency were sharply fixed on his body, and there was a flash of understanding snow, and a cold sentence came out. Of course.

"Whoever dares to touch her, Mo Jian chases the soul, this statement will never change!"

Every word is categorical, and every sentence falls to the ground with sound, leaving no room for half a cent.

The hostility that had been entrenched for thousands of years completely erupted at this moment, and even Sword Master Wangyun, who had reached the threshold of the immortal, was involuntarily stunned, leaving only the sound of the sword, which was endless.

"Hey, it's not extreme yet, listen to me first..."

After a long silence, Sword Master Wangyun coughed lightly to ease his embarrassment, and continued talking.

It turned out that he was the main force who had participated in the battle against the ghost emperor, and it was obvious that after returning from his trip to the ghost emperor's mausoleum, Nan Sixian had already taken on a bit of the ghost emperor's aura.

In addition, the guide sent messages to all the heads at almost the same time, which means that the ghost emperor will break the seal and reappear in the Nanming Realm under the push of the sword demon.

Then, the identity of the sword demon is about to be revealed.

"...So, even if it's not Nan Sixian herself, she must have a huge connection with her. No matter what, Dao Mai Qixuan, who absolutely cannot allow the ghost emperor to resurrect, will definitely not let her go."

Sword Master Wangyun paused when he said this, and looked up at the swordsman in the snow, dripping a drop of cold sweat nervously, waiting for her to answer.

For the future plans, it is a gamble on how much Nan Sixian can occupy this person's heart.

Although a cold-hearted person like her often disowns her relatives, even in this short time of getting along, he can see the difference between Ji Xue and Nan Sixian.

Yaoyao's life... all depends on her reaction!

However, when she glanced sideways, she saw the swordsman Ruxue narrowing her eyes slightly. The bloodthirsty black sword fell into her left hand at some point, and her killing intent had already condensed!

Ji Xue couldn't even understand a single word of the nonsense that Sword Master Wangyun said.

What she knew was that Dao Meridian Qixuan, all sects, including the Fengming Sword Sect, would regard Nan Sixian as an enemy and want her life.

Then, as the strongest person she personally knows, as the closest enemy to her, as the existence of Nan Sixian who is most likely to hurt, this Wangyun Sword Master is the target of her first sword!

The warmth at the corners of her lips calmed down silently, Ji Xue's waist sank, her thoughts moved, and her sword rose.

The color of snow spread from the dome and fell on the world of killing. The ink traces soaked the entire boundless world from the subtle poles.

Swords and shadows paint mountains as well as water, and the splashes of ink swallow all colors.

Only the world of snow and ink is left, everything is silent and silent, only listening to the world-famous sword, weeping blood and mourning.

"Sword, Canglang."

Sing softly!It represents the ultimate move!

Facing this opponent she has only seen in her life, even if the opponent is injured and unable to fully exert herself, she dare not underestimate him.

The snow-haired swordsman looked stern and serious, his black sword slashed obliquely like a circle, and the power of the shocking move with his left hand did not fade, and he was still full of death and death.

Immediately, the sea of ​​clouds was churning, the moon was shining like ripples, and the cold snow was scattered one after another. From the thousands of hexagonal crystals, the extremely cold air froze the soul.

"Listen to what people say..."

Didn't he just pause for a while to lose his appetite, why did he just go ahead and kill someone!

What kind of temper is this man!

Complaints are complaints, but the world's best tricks come to him, no matter how helpless Sword Master Wangyun is, he can only transform into a green bamboo sword again, arousing Dao Yuan to focus on it.

"Ming Yi Sword Art! Green Wine and Heavenly Wind!"

Sword Master Wangyun let out a long roar, and raised the green bamboo sword with all his strength.

That branch of green bamboo sticking straight into the sky, devouring the endless spiritual energy of heaven and earth, circling and hanging down, sprinkled a green rainbow.

In an instant, only the world of black and white is left, and a green shadow is added.

Whoa!

Like wine falling from a jade cup, and like the ethereal sword sound of a wind blowing through the forest, it resounded loudly on the top of the nine heavens.

The clear stream that fell into the swordman's ink painting was nothing else, it was also a sword!It is a sword of divine consciousness as tough as thousands of green bamboos!

One mouthful after another, a sword that can be compared to a high-grade magic weapon, like a sea of ​​green bamboos that turned into green bamboos without money, opened its mouth wide to face a glacier in front of it, intending to swallow it.

Advantage?It should be an advantage, right?

"Stop it." Sword Master Wangyun squeezed the formula with his hands, his eyes relaxed, and he murmured in a low voice, "I don't mean anything to Sixian, just listen to me first."

Although he said so, he didn't mean to stop.

It's not just that Mo Jian is looking forward to an extreme battle, as a top sword cultivator, it's the first time for him to find a worthy opponent in his hand, so why wouldn't he want to compete?

Then, immediately followed by the sea of ​​green bamboos, they came to siege with a monstrous momentum!

powerful!Far surpassing all her opponents!

The extreme intent of the sword, Yuexian's moves, and Wangyun Sword Master's methods are indeed different from her expectations.

However, if it stops here, it is not enough, far from enough!

Ji Xue was deeply trapped in the torrent of the bamboo sea, a flash of snowy color flashed across her purple eyes, and the trend of the sword's edge changed drastically.

Turning back with a sword, the ink marks echoed endlessly.

The icy prison in the entire space shattered in an instant, and waves of frosty sword intent swayed in all directions, forming an unstoppable wave hitting the shore, turning into an unbroken ice, awe-inspiring and fearless!

The swordsman is obsessed, and the strongest power of the sword art of the immortal family is——

Go ahead, don't change.

After the extreme confrontation.

It is the dazzling color of snow, which stretches thousands of miles away and goes straight up to the sky, winning the color of the bright moon.

It is a sharp blade that stabs straight and never turns back. It swallows all the bamboo seas and turns them into bits of crushed ice, which surrounds the blade, adding to the sword-like power.

The situation of the battle turned in an instant, before the careless Sword Master Wangyun could see what happened, he saw a sharp sword light that was like ink in the night, piercing through the sea of ​​green bamboos, piercing the vital point on his chest.

amazing!That is a brilliance that even the stars in the sky cannot compare with!

He didn't even want to continue to resist, but silently immersed in the solipsistic sword intent that swallowed everything in the world without changing his face, and lamented.

Lost...for the first time...on the sword...lost!

His dim eyes closed slowly, but he couldn't feel the sting of the sharp blade piercing his body for a long time.

what happened?

Jianzun Wangyun was still in surprise, only to hear a cold voice against the noise of drawing the sword back into its sheath.

"Not only are you injured, but you dare to distract yourself from other things. Do you really want to die?"

Do you really want to die?Who would want to die!

The aloof sword repairer shook his head helplessly, but quickly understood what she meant by withdrawing the sword.

With old wounds on her body and no intention of sword fighting, the current self can't arouse the interest of that sword at all. Just like what she said when she first met, what she wants is a fight without any flaws.

However, even if it might become the future enemy, the opponent who should be eradicated is still unwilling to kill at this time.

This woman is really more willful than that black sword...

——Forget it, this is not the point, let’s talk about the business first.

Sword Master Wang Yun's eyes were serious, and he said again: "Since you don't want to do anything anymore, let's continue talking about Nan Sixian's future..."

☆, 34. It's hard to conquer, but we have to separate

Chapter 36

The frost-white waning moon in the sky gave the last moment of light to the sky full of stars dotted like chess, and then sank into the dying dark night.

Cloud top, mountain top.

In a wonderland full of smoke and clouds and full of snow, there are two imposing figures standing side by side, bathed in the twinkling lights together, silent.

There are too many things to discuss in detail, and it is difficult to explain simply.

Unknowingly, Jianzun Wangyun spent more than half the night.

Although it was really a headache to reason with that troublesome Ji Xue, he finally put down his posture and forced her to explain everything clearly.

The advantages and disadvantages of the choice, the troubles that may arise for both parties, and the advantages that can be obtained by reaching an agreement.

He has put all the reasons he can think of on the stage for her reference, and tried his best to induce the other party's thinking to a line that is beneficial to him.

Next, it depends on what she will do.

Is it still ignoring everything and killing everything with a single sword?Or do you believe in your own rhetoric and choose to cooperate with him for the sake of Nan Sixian?

Sword Master Wangyun, who cared about his daughter's comfort, held his breath subconsciously for a rare time. In his empty cold eyes, he firmly locked Ji Xue's appearance in his eyes, and slowly clenched the hand behind his back.

bring it on.Give your answer.

But he saw the snow-haired swordsman, with his eyes closed tightly, looking up at the sky and piercing the clouds, his heroic posture like a sharp sword piercing the sky, proud and refined.

One person, one sword.

Falling indifferently in the embellishment of starlight, let the wind and snow blow against your face, the cold night mountain wind blows the corners of your clothes flying, but you don't move.

It was so silent that not even a stroke of green ink or a speck of snow could be disturbed.

Sword Master Wangyun's words were very, very long.

The ear-filling noise almost caused Mo Jian, who had finally calmed down, to ignite killing intent several times.

Jianzun Wangyun's words also had some deep meaning, carrying the deep meaning of his certain purpose.

The shadow of calculation is clearly revealed.

The smell that vaguely coincided with the past made the ink marks on her fingertips strike the familiar sword chant, wanting to remove them completely.

boring... boring...

However, for some reason, she, who had always been impatient, listened carefully to every single word and every sentence.

No, why make excuses.

For such an obvious reason, even young people in the mortal world can see it, right?

Nan Sixian.

She has never underestimated the matter of these three words, not even once.

I really lost to you.

The whirling mood coldly enveloped the misty Nine Heavens Summit, and a misty and ambiguous atmosphere revealed Ji Xue's mood at the moment, sweeping away the mist.

Xiaguang quietly dyes the sky within reach red.

A low, cold sigh broke the long silence between the two.

"The calculation in your words is undisguised and straightforwardly childish."

Ji Xue touched a piece of light snow with her hand, and said to herself: "If you were here, you would already be dead."

exposed!

Sword Master Wangyun's heart trembled when he heard Ji Xue's words, but his expression remained unchanged.

This is a reaction that is still in the expected range.

After all, he was not good at fooling people, even if he wanted to hide, he didn't know how to do it, so he just said that.

Anyway, they are all swordsmen, so this straightforward way can actually win the first-line favor, right?

Just next...

He comforted himself in his heart, and soon he was ready to speak for a long time, but he was about to open his mouth but was interrupted by Ji Xue.

With a wave of his sleeve, the strong wind with sword intent swept up several handfuls of falling snow, blurring the eyes of the sword cultivator.

"Save your tongue."

With a cold sound, Ji Xue turned around, facing Sword Master Wangyun.

"I, I don't listen to your reasons, and there is no need to say extra words."

The first sun will rise in the far sky, and the gloomy fairyland will return to clarity.

The sky brightened little by little, and behind the swordsman, the sky was full of red clouds.

Suddenly, the clouds rolled around, and the ink qi soared into the sky.

A dawn that symbolized the beginning finally tore through the deep and gloomy night, shining brightly on the earth with the blazing red sun.

The golden light sprinkled on Ji Xue's body along the breeze, covering her with a layer of dazzling color.

Her eyes, which were still tightly closed, slowly opened with the rising sword intent.

The sudden burst of mountain wind stirred Ji Xue's hair, and the snow-colored hair fluttered wildly, beating her fair face, but it couldn't hide the divine light shining through those purple eyes.

The straight back is like a sharp sword pointing to the sky, always proudly and unmoved, capturing the beauty of the rising sun.

People who are cold and cold, one step, one step, move forward calmly.

Nearly.

Slowly stepping in front of Sword Master Wangyun.

Her slightly drunken eyes seemed to glance at him inadvertently. In the dawn light, her long eyelashes were covered with red gold, and she shook her thin lips lightly.

"...However, your proposal, together with your selfishness, I accept all of it."

She said, accepted...?It is accepted!distant……

The goal was accomplished, Sword Master Wangyun was overjoyed at first, but he had no choice but to feel dark about his actions.

Although the purpose of both of them can be said to be tied to the same rope, no matter what this time, they are taking advantage of each other, or taking advantage of the fire...

In my own capacity, this is really a bit unreasonable.

———Jianzun Wangyun, Jianzun Wangyun, when did you become so filthy?

Clenching his fists in self-blame, seeing Ji Xue walking away, he noticed something wrong with her right hand.

He frowned, and said hesitantly, "You are still injured, let me help you..."

"Don't think too much."

The voice that belongs to Ji Xue is still cold and cold that has not changed for thousands of years, revealing faintly, a sense of alienation that no one can get close to.

Even if Nan Sixian can step into her world, it doesn't mean that she will change.She is still the swordsman who lives forever and only has the sword, and she is still the lonely Xue Xue.

when?Does her black sword, which is feared by the world, need help from others?

——Are you kidding me.

"Do what you should do." Ji Xue said without stopping, without turning her head, "Nan Sixian will leave it to you, the rest, with me, is enough."

With me, enough!

The arrogance that looks at everything and doesn't take anyone seriously.

Even at this point, she is still so persistent, just like that amazing sword intent...

Upon hearing this, Sword Master Wangyun was slightly taken aback for a moment, then immediately retracted the advice he was about to blurt out, and shook his head in a self-deprecating manner.

Recently, probably because of the distant things, my mind has been carried away.

Pride, self-confidence, and ego are the hallmarks of being a swordsman.

With a sword in hand, looking down on the world, Ji Xue is like this, so why isn't he like Sword Master Wangyun?

brush!

The turquoise awe-inspiring sword energy rose out of nowhere, piercing the dome, and in the void, a pure and unpretentious sword lotus bloomed.

The turbulent sea of ​​clouds, reflected by the strange scene of green bamboos and lotuses blooming suddenly, is stirred up by the aftertaste of this little bit of soft ripples.

Immediately afterwards, the rainy sword light seemed to fall from the sky, adding several strokes of poetry to the elegant Nine Heavens in an instant.

A sword full of deep meaning is a blessing, but also a promise to fight, and in the end it is all paid with a low whisper.

"Thank you. And...please!"

***

A deep valley at the top of the Nine Heavens, where insects and birds are silenced, and even the mountain wind cannot penetrate a mysterious place, under the reflection of the noon sun, it is still silent and creepy.

Nan Sixian closely followed the footsteps of Sword Master Wangyun, along the path behind the mountain, trembling all the way down, and then down...

The forgetful Sect Leader said before that, with her troublesome physique coupled with her weak cultivation base, she will be played to death sooner or later if she continues like this.

And as the only descendant of the Fengming Sword Sect after several generations, she has to participate in the Three Realms Competition ten years later.

Therefore, it is also time for her to retreat and cultivate, and work hard.

But to be honest, Nan Sixian, a modern girl in her twenties, couldn't bear to stay in secluded life without going out for ten years.

Of course, she also understands the truth that there is no age in cultivation, a truth that has been cultivated for hundreds of years, for example, that guy like Ji Xue, who looks like a double ten, is actually thousands of years old.

But the deep-rooted thinking still makes her feel that she has lived in a house for ten years, which is a bit scary to think about.

———If she didn't want to become stronger sooner, so as not to drag the ice cube to death, she wouldn't do it!

He shook his head vigorously, throwing away the slack in his heart.

Nan Sixian accelerated her pace again, and followed the footsteps of Sword Master Wangyun firmly.

half an hour.

The master and apprentice finally arrived at the destination of this trip.

Nan Sixian raised his eyes and saw a huge valley in front of him.

Without the celestial spirit of the sea of ​​clouds, without the coolness and indifference of the Nine Heavens Peak, it is a faint black, surrounded by sharp peaks, highlighting the gloom like a demon world.

The valley is full of devilish energy... like, the kind you came into contact with in the Ghost Emperor's Mausoleum?

This is where she will practice for ten years...?Master, you really did not make a mistake, did you?Is it rare that our faction is actually a demon cultivator?

Although this strange smell gave her a strange sense of familiarity, Nan Sixian still stared at Sword Master Wangyun fiercely with her usual dead fish eyes, her eyes revealing accusations.

There is no place for people to live in this place!

However, Jianzun Wangyun was just quietly looking at an exquisite small courtyard in the middle of the valley, clenched his right hand unconsciously, as if recalling something from the past.

"Master?" Nan Sixian waited for a while and still got no response, then asked helplessly, "You really don't want me to stay here for ten years?"

Alzheimer's disease is a disease that must be cured!

"Not here."

With a soft sigh, Sword Master Wangyun grasped it empty with his right hand, and the green bamboo sword suddenly appeared in the world without a sound, and when he stepped on it, he was suspended in the air and stood facing the wind.

The sword slowly cut through the non-circular and non-square marks.

Sword Master Wangyun focused his eyes, staring straight at the empty space in front of him, and silently turned his mind.

Immediately, a little green glow lit up from the depths of his sea of ​​true knowledge, and then through the center of his eyebrows, slightly covered the whole person with a layer of spiritual light.

People have not moved, the wind has blown.

The world that was originally shrouded in demonic energy was unexpectedly broken by this green light. The monstrous aura belonging to the top of the nine heavens naturally poured in, squeezed, and temporarily pushed away the thick and obscure demonic energy.

"Those who obey the order, open the veins with the spirit, hide the secret stream of the dragon, and open the seal of the sky!"

The sound of the Tao shook the heavens and the earth, and the green bamboo sword in the hands of Sword Venerable Wangyun suddenly radiated light, and powerfully gathered monstrous spiritual energy on the blade.

next moment----

He is a strong man in the sky, he uses the sword as his brush, and he uses the world to paint!

The emerald sword light obediently swayed with the green bamboo sword, drawing a mysterious and simple pattern in the mid-air of the empty valley.

I can't understand it, but it's very powerful, you must remember it!

Nan Sixian opened his eyes wide, watching as if he wanted to engrave that symbol into his heart.

"boom!"

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