The enemy of comprehension is the sword

Sword Tomb, Sword Tomb, Wasteland, Snow City.

The completely different realms of consciousness, at the moment of waking up from the dream, and at the moment of opening the eyes, interweave a beautiful and sad final scene.

And at the edge of the snowstorm at the junction of the two realms.

He is a familiar cold person, sitting silently in front of a black sword full of cracks, listening to the endless wailing sound, drawing the ground as the boundary, and there is a scene of thousand-year obsessive loneliness.

Suddenly.

The wind blows, the wind blows, the wind does not return...

Half sighed.

The white fingertips touched the dark dead air, and lightly picked up a strand of snowy hair on the forehead, curling it into a tangle.

"You, drunk."

Kongji's gaze fell far away in the wind, as if he had never moved away from the black sword, but amidst the coldness in his mouth, a faint green shadow was reflected.

slap... slap...

The wind makes the way, Wan Jian submits.

The crisp sound of pearls and jade clashing, revealing the extreme meaning of the wind that has been carefree for thousands of years, one person is still spotless, gently pinching the Liuying fan and walking slowly.

A few touches of white long hair were picked up in the emerald green, and the beautiful bun was restored with a gold-plated hairpin. The moon-white elegant gown with brown trim, lingering under the warm embrace of warm jade, has an elegant and scholarly air.

As magnificent as ever.

However, the slightly flushed cheeks and the mature smell emanating from his body displeased Ruxue's swordsman a little...?

That's for sure, right?

The footsteps stopped, and Qingyang's white jade fan bone touched the palm of his hand.

"The reason is understandable, so I don't need to preach. Alcohol is not suitable for your sword, but sometimes, it makes people very happy, very happy... Maybe, one day, you should try it too."

On the one hand, it is too awake, on the other hand, it refuses to wake up.

Are you drunk?get drunk.

But if she sees you drunk, she will definitely be more uncontrollable than then.

After all, what is really in her heart...is you.

"Are you really happy?"

Rubbing the ink-colored blade with his fingertips, the snow-colored swordsman raised his eyes, coldly staring straight at the truth in his heart, like an unstoppable sharp sword.

No mercy at all, you, I don't know how to be more considerate before people leave.

Shaking his head with a smirk, Shang Qinghan staggered the eyes of the two in defeat, changed the subject and said: "I should go, the rest of the little shrimps, I will leave them all to you."

"A lowly martial skill cannot enter my eyes."

The cool and song-like chants rhyme with the blatant arrogance, and the eyes that were retracted were refocused on the slightly trembling ink sword.

"Also, the sword demon's consciousness should have been cut off, but Yanhua still has many problems, and there will never be less dangerous calculations..."

As soon as Nan Sixian was mentioned, she suddenly couldn't stop talking.

He talked about everything slowly, and the illusion that he thought he was satisfied was also disintegrated inch by inch amidst all kinds of emotions that were not only bitter but sweet in his heart.

Unconsciously.

Her emerald eyes were filled with water, sparkling with waves, her nails were deeply sunken into the flesh, faintly red.

It should be the green swordsman who is like the wind, chattering nonsense that is boring but full of meaning. The sound of the sword and the soft sound in the wind are the sorrow of people and the regret of remnant souls.

"enough."

The displeasure on his face is the unfeelingness that doesn't like noise, and it's the venting of boredom.

Ji Xue waved her long sleeves, glanced coldly at the annoying Shang Qinghan, and said slowly and clearly, "That's my problem, and it has nothing to do with you."

It has nothing to do with you...

In a word, the dreamer was awakened, and the coldness penetrated deep into the bone marrow.

With both hands hanging down weakly, all expressions disappeared from the pretended face, leaving only a helpless loneliness.

In fact, she is also very clear.

At the beginning of a big dream, Guyun Luochen and Shang Qinghan were people who did not belong to Nan Sixian's story.

Love belongs to others, love belongs to others, and existence belongs to others.

Shang Qinghan is just a ray of breeze in this person's dream, existing in her memory, in her past, and in her future.

But...it doesn't exist anywhere.

Heavy dragging footsteps, the wind in the snow, full of complicated emotions, no matter how hard it is to say, only, accompanied by a little bit of coldness, one step, another step...

finally----

"I've dreamed for thousands of years, and once I'm drunk, it comes from nothingness, returns to the wind, and dissipates in the last beautiful dream. It's just right."

The wind that passed by was still too serious and had a different flavor.

end of life.

Even if it's deceiving yourself and others, weaving a beautiful dream for yourself, even if it's a false free and easy, leaving the last scene astonishing, what's wrong?

However, some people still refuse to let go.

Suddenly stepped on the snow and got up.

The cold left hand ruthlessly pulled the arm that had lost its temperature and pulled it over the top, and the flawless fingertips of the right hand pinched Shang Qinghan's chin, forcing his eyes to dodge, and he could no longer avoid the sword-like purple eyes.

"Such a ridiculous ending, are you really satisfied?"

Satisfy?

How can it be?

Nothing has been done, nothing has been gained, just enjoy a little love as someone else, enjoy a beautiful life as someone else, is that enough? !

no……

Her love is more selfish, more greedy, and more intolerant of impurities!

I really want to get along with Nan Sixian more and more, I really want to protect her all my life and let her do whatever she wants, I really want her to understand that Shang Qinghan is not Jixue.

Slowly, step by step.

Just as Shang Qinghan, he confronted Ji Xue head-on and competed.

Even if he loses to her for a while, he will not admit defeat, and will try harder and harder to entangle the whole world.

but.

"I can't help it... There is too little time... It's too late for her to recognize Shang Qinghan, everything is over... There is no way to win..."

"I don't want to die...I still want to live..."

Softly, the whole body seemed to be hanging on Ji Xue's body, the green-haired swordsman trembled all over, bit his lips tightly, and choked up intermittently.

Two lines of tears that could not be held back for a long time, slid down the sickly and pale cheeks, fused with thousands of unwillingness, fused with extreme regret, dripping on the corners of the lips, bitter in the bottom of my heart.

Obviously weak to death, yet always unwilling to admit defeat, and still loves someone to be brave.

———What, sure enough, I, who have gone through different lives, will not change.

The tightly bound hands turned into a warm embrace, allowing the woman who had finally shed her mask to freely vent the pain accumulated so far.

An illusory wind, permeating the no longer cold snow, stood quietly for a long time again.

until.

The cries were getting lower and lower, gradually disappearing into the wind and scattered in the snow, Ji Xue, who was so considerate to someone other than Nan Sixian for the first time, just spoke again.

"Actually... Hongchen sighs, it hasn't stopped yet."

What's the meaning? !

Smelling the unexpected hope hidden in Ji Xue's words, Shang Qinghan, who was buried in the arms of his greatest rival in love, didn't even care about his entangled mood, and directly raised his head in surprise to express his doubts.

"Back then, when Lu Yao's soul was about to disperse, Sword Master Wang Yun asked for my ink sword in exchange for Nan Sixian's safety, in order to fix his soul in the sword with a secret method."

"And your birth is no different from Lu Yao's sword intent. Hong Chen's sigh is to you, and the black sword is to Lu Yao."

"If the sword is not broken, the soul will not die, and there is still a chance of regeneration."

Um?She was dazed and stunned, her face was full of tears and she didn't know how to clean it up, she was really different from me.

Not calm enough.

Ji Xue first sighed in disgust, but still pointed to a smear of ink with both fingers, and gently wiped away the embarrassing tears on Shang Qinghan's face for the overly surprised Shang Qinghan.

The cold soft touch of the fingertips has a kind of numbness that penetrates into the bottom of my heart, quietly bringing up two ambiguous red clouds.

Suddenly feeling out of composure, Shang Qinghan slapped Jixue's paws away, took a deep breath, and asked: "You mean, you mean that I will dissipate the remnant soul and disperse the sword intent, and blend it into the world of mortals, waiting for a glimmer of life to come? "

It seemed that he withdrew his hand a little bit unsatisfactorily.

"Yes, this is also the purpose of my entering the realm of consciousness to see you."

Of course, it's not because she feels sorry for her and wants to help her, it's just that she doesn't like this kind of unfair victory.

Well, that's it.

Secretly adding a word from the bottom of her heart, Ji Xue hugged Shang Qinghan's waist, protected her last remnant soul with the supreme sword intent, and said coldly.

"There is not much time, let's go. Go back with me, go back to pick up that person, and go home."

A cold sound fell, and the sad song of heaven and earth resounded in my heart immediately, and the meaning of fleeting years on the sword is hard to return, and the stagnant years will be opened again.

The long road accompanied by wind and snow is still... far from the end!

***

Sure enough, Shang Qinghan was not Jixue.

But why did Ji Xue suddenly appear again, and what did she mean by what she said.

Numerous questions came to my mind, Nan Sixian let go of the heavy and excessive soul-burning guilt, and hurriedly wanted to ask.

pity.

Yubai's sword fingers glowed with a smear of ink, and gently placed on Nansi's forehead, using a deep sleep to block all doubts back.

It's nothing more than a girl who has practiced for more than ten years. If she kills the ancient sword demon with her own power, it would be impossible to say that there is no loss at all.

———So, let her sleep for a while first.

The snow is the bed, the ink is the protection, a pair of purple eyes full of nostalgia, shining with an incomparably magnificent warm color, slowing down time.

The passage of ten years failed to leave many traces on her body. On the contrary, it was his short absence that added a bit of vicissitudes of life to her brows and eyes.

A very distressed light kiss fell on the tip of the nose.

The snow-colored swordsman who stood up again, his warm color had faded to be colder than the wind, and the extreme killing intent had lingered around Sheng Hua and his body like poisonous snakes.

Did these people, these things, make her cry...?

Tapping.

The wind and snow blowing all over the sky, there is no sound, and the terrible black sun is burning, there is no sound.

In this vast and silent world, there is only the remnant sound of a few steps on the snow, only the chant of swords ringing several rounds of death knells, which can be heard endlessly.

In an instant.

The appearance of the cold man holding the world of mortals and sighing, walking slowly from the cold snow, suddenly blurred in Shenghua's eyes, and turned into a pair of similar paintings, a pair of similar shadows.

The same sword, held in the hands of two different people, exudes the same killing intent.

Then the moment he doubted his eyes.

Xuemo, cut time.The green wind permeates the world.Step out proudly, the only pinnacle of swordsmanship in the world.

The two overlapping shadows merged into a sword of Feng Hua Tian's jealousy.

It is the emerald green color that covers the sky and the earth!

"The unfinished business will be settled by the sword that belongs to her. I, today, don't ask about the heart of the sword, don't listen to the sound of the sword, only... kill."

The fairy state is free from vulgarity, and the sword's edge is indeterminate and invisible.

Jixue stepped out of the yin and yang with her left foot, pointed her sword at the sky angrily, the shock of Yuan Gong set off ten thousand waves of air, the red dust sighed with her right hand, the wind entwined like a dragon, and the supreme sword intent rang out, resounding across the universe.

It is————

The pleasure of the wind!

☆, 60. You have to be listened to if you are eloquent