The enemy of comprehension is the sword

The misty Cangwu Mountain is the top of the Nine Heavens.

Snow has been falling on the top of the mountain for ten years, and it has become a lonely and cold place, quietly and proudly above the sea of ​​clouds, echoing waves of unbreakable sinking all day long, and flowing a long song of time.

There are still a few moments before the dawn of the sky, and the waxing and waning moon gradually disappears into a faint shadow, and the hazy darkness, on the contrary, stirs up emotions even more.

It's the same month.

She used to hold a ruthless and heartless ink sword to kill endlessly, and the icy blood was deposited in the bottom of her heart, which was cold for all eternity, and condensed into a handful of light snow.

It's the same white tooth.

The young girl broke into the willful sword dance recklessly, the scorching fire burned the clenched hands, burned the alienated wall, and half of the warmth fell on the tip of the heart, which could not be avoided or avoided.

The white-haired swordsman, who was half lying and reclining on the ice platform, caressed the green sword with a sad expression, as if he was deep in thought or at a standstill.

Lifting his eyes slightly, he looked sideways at the ice coffin sleeping with his reflection.

A pair of purple eyes that are as transparent as gemstones imprinted the gradually weakened pale face again and again, but they could not leave any human traces, only the sharp sword shadow remained.

Finally lost sight.

Sigh, immersed in the wind and snow sword chant, spreading like weeping and sighing...

"Ding……"

The direction of the wind changed, and it was the sound of the Qingyuan flute drinking into the sound of the sword.

Elegant and delicate, the ingenious rhyme of the ethereal artistic conception of the unity of man and nature, the first time you hear it, you can't help but have a clear understanding of the great way, and penetrate into the grand wish of calming the world.

The sound of calmness and concentration!

Most likely, the person who came saw the swordsman's fluctuating mood and wanted to help him overcome his bewilderment.

If it were anyone else, I'm afraid they would temporarily fade away from the troubles of demon thoughts, and enjoy this moment of worry-free peace, right?

However----

Falling snow kills, ink seduces the soul.

The sword that has been sunk again and again, the edge of the blade is emerald green and snowy, and the person who has been frozen for thousands of years, gently flicks his sleeves without a trace.

Terrifying sword intent, terrifying sword moves.

It comes from the displeasure of the killing, the silence breaks through the air, it is the mourning of indifference and withering, pointing directly at the place where the flute sound comes from.

Qingyuan paused for a while, but what followed was the loud noise of falling snow.

In an instant.

The boundless ink color dyes Daoguang, descending into the world and pouring snow and drunken immortals.

The swordman's one-thought killing and the immortal's unintentional palm violently stirred together. Even though they were all random moves, they still shook the clouds and seas, like a dragon shaking the sky!

Counting breaths, after the turbulent wind and storm.

"There is no trace of the sound of the Dao, a thousand dynasties buried in the past, the heart of heaven is buried, there is no time for the bright pearl, and the ten thousand zhang demon is covered by clouds and dust."

Gently chanting the compassionate sound that cleanses people's hearts, stepping on the map of Yin and Yang, a blue and refined fairy shadow, holding the translucent white jade flute with tassels decorated with gold leaves, before the abundance, stepping on the road of nine days without any haste. top the highest peak.

Fengshen is beautiful, with long and curled eyelashes, brown eyes are deep and clear, like a half-screen spring reflecting the world.

The Tai Chi jade crown is as cold as cold, with the extreme charm of Dao soul, and two bundles of snow silk and silver ribbons with dim stars, faintly hanging down from the hair bun rolled up behind the ears.

The sea blue tulle dress, surrounded by lightness and elegance, has a touch of fairy air.

On the curved part of the chest, the proud ravines are inlaid with exquisitely carved yin and yang fishes, and several soft jade belts and fluttering fireflies are particularly provocative as they pass by with the gait, but they are all dignified, elegant, and holy. .

It's just a half-step entry.

The charm diffused by the person is like a painting of ink and wash, adding an undiminished touch to the painting of Xuefeng sword by one person.

Turn your head, watch, stare, follow.

The swordsman, who rarely arouses interest, has a pair of shocking purple eyes, which bloom with brilliant splendor between the eyes.

The urgent excavation becomes more scorching under the indulgence of generosity and humility. The pulsating undercurrent bursts into sparks, urging the eyes to follow closely, intensifying a kind of wrestling between seeing through and letting go.

For a long time.

Ruxue's swordsman had the taste of fighting in his eyes, and sighed in a deep and cold voice: "Good sword."

Naturally, what she is interested in is not beauty.

Notwithstanding all kinds of seals, even the sound of swords mixed with Taoism.

That majestic Dao sword that is absolutely not inferior to the sighs of the mortal world, that wilt of mournful and withered sword intent, can definitely not escape her ears, nor can it escape her eyes.

Or it can prove Jianxin.

pity.

"...You don't know how to draw a sword."

Confidently shaking her head, Ji Xuefu lowered her eyes again, the jade finger that landed on the emerald sword darkened, suppressing the bloodthirsty sword sound that rang out mournfully.

She is still very strong without a sword, but it is meaningless.

"Yes." Mingzhu covered the dust and approached slowly, bowed his hands in salute, and said very naturally, "Miss Jixue, the guide, I have admired you for a long time."

what.

I have been admiring for a long time.

Isn't it a long-standing grudge?

Seizing the spirit treasure, beheading the four gods, and disrupting the secrets of heaven, these things she did, even if the guides came up and directly killed each other, it is normal, right?

"The four gods are spirit descendants from the Dao domain, and their rebirth will only cost a little more cultivation, and now that the Ghost Emperor has been released, he has nothing to do with the Sword Demon. I have no intention of pursuing the matter before."

As if seeing what Ji Xue was thinking, Mingzhu covered the dust and revealed the past lightly, her tone was calm and down-to-earth without any pretense.

Before someone intervened in the path of heaven, the direction of the evil robbery changed. At that time, she didn't spend time on the matter of the sword demon, which made her more fully prepared.

Let the merits and demerits be equalized.

"Save the nonsense first, and just say what you want."

The tip of the left finger stroked lightly along the green edge, and a bloody arc fell, while the right hand rested on the cheek, Ji Xue's voice was as indifferent and ruthless as ever.

"A sword of enlightenment has won you too much time, I am tired."

choke.

The edge of the sword did not move, but the sound of the sword sounded.

Ruxue's swordsman said "I'm tired" and fell.

A few drops of red blood imprinted on the sword of Hong Chen sighed, and it flew backwards with concentration, attracting thousands of sharp points to the vital points on the chest of the guide.

Um?It's more difficult to communicate than imagined...

However, in a sense, it is easier to communicate than many people.

Holding the Tianxin flute in his right hand, he shook it forward, lightly dispelling the deadly blood sword, and an interesting and wonderful feeling arose in his heart.

Mingzhu Covering Chen ignored the frightening aura that was frozen into the bone marrow, and took three steps forward before Ji Xue dodged, holding her red-stained fingertips, leading Dao Yuanhua Sheng to wipe away the blood-oozing scars.

"Dawn is approaching, Miss Jixue will let the guides bother her for a while and then leave, how about it?"

If the distance is too far, the fire cableway will also be ignited, only to hear the wind and snow fall on the top of the snow peak.

The overwhelming white awns are the thunder and wailing of a sword from heaven and earth, and the lacquer night that draws the world into the painting is the layer upon layer of murderous intent splashed with thick ink.

The person standing proudly at the pinnacle of the sword world slapped away Mingzhu's hand covering the dust with force, and stood up abruptly, showing the white skirt fluttering like a dance, symbolizing the explosion of endless sword intent!

With two fingers, Ji Xue brushed aside the broken hair that covered her eyes, and leaned forward, setting off a wave of air: "You are here, provoking."

The cold light in his eyes was as sharp as a divine sword, and there was no sign of patience, only a sense of desolation and death that was far and wide.

however.

Wherever the gaze falls, one can see that Daowei's vast sky is reflected, and the raging haze stirs up waves and tides gather.

The same unworldly foundation is fully developed, the jade feet are light, stepping through the scrolls of landscape paintings, the heart of the sky is suspended in the sky, and it can resist thousands of snow swords.

Daoguang like uncut jade fills the eyes, and the air waves are surging all over the world. The pearl covers the dust without any fear, but with a wave of sleeves, it is full of holy flowers, showing the supreme and awe-inspiring posture.

"I'm here, give in!"

Give in...?

Well, it turned out to be such a thing.

With a lot of thought, she understood the mystery hidden in the words, Ji Xue restrained her murderous aura a little, but her sword intent became stronger: "Hmph, I... allow you."

As soon as the words fell, the sound of the sword shook the seal of the road, and the ink world opened again, and the snow-colored stickers invite you to enter the urn.

Do you still want to talk while typing?Well, maybe so... not bad!

Dao Yuan urges the five elements to open again, the white Tianxin flute touches the emerald red dust and sighs, the strong wind collapses the mountains and destroys the world, the extreme confrontation, the guide who leads the way, the pearl covers the dust——

Challenge!

The hazy moonlight finally sank into darkness.

A kind of scorching white light of the world slowly rises with the violent impact of the two people who are at the pinnacle of this world.

In the night, the snow peak.

The sword of extreme cold moves wonderfully, and the way to ascend to immortality is ethereal and natural.

Both sides of the fight did not intend to hold back their hands. Every move was earth-shattering, and every move was overwhelming.

There is only such a fierce battle in the world, and it is a rare match in thousands of years.

The same contemptuous look at the world, the same arrogance.

The body moves, the sword walks, the mind pushes the boundless momentum, the flute falls, the way rises, and the spirit enters the realm of still water.

The sword dance is glamorous and glamorous for a while, and the fairy sigh is half illusory and gorgeous.

The swaying blue ripples in the green ink, opened another scene of chasing eyes with a different kind of charm.

Mixed red snow all over the ground.

Can't tell whether it's hatred or flirtation...

The moon sets and the sun rises, and the night is wasted.

The person who came quietly, and disappeared without a sound.

Only the swordsman with a blushing face and satisfied ears after the fierce battle at the peak... recollects the sound of the sword.

***

"The matter of my apprentice and the guide is considered settled?"

Daoist Wangyun carried his hands on his back, and his tone remained calm, but it seemed to be a little heartache.

Come to think of it, this is pretty normal...?

This was the highest peak of the Nine Heavens, which was proudly above the sea of ​​clouds, but it had always been his favorite place before it was borrowed by Ji Xue.

Before she returned after using it up, those two lunatics smashed the terrain to pieces, falling to almost the same height as other short peaks.

That is to say, you guys compete with each other and try your sword, and do your best not to beat people and demolish your house, what the hell are you doing...

Ugh……

"This matter is over, and I will be responsible for the future of Sword Demon."

Firmly imprinting the last words of Mingzhu Chenchen in the bottom of her heart, Ji Xue's drooping eyes turned cold, and there was a glimmer of light in her heart, she was [-]% enlightened.

However, there is one other thing that needs to be done quickly.

"Jianxiu, can you tell me about your soul-condensing secret method back then...?"

Hearing her mention, Sword Master Wangyun immediately knew what she wanted to do, and couldn't help frowning: "You want to save Shang Qinghan? The main body is not awake, and you paid so much for a false dream?"

The soul-condensing sword intent is also a soul-dividing soul.

To put it bluntly, it is to tear one's own soul to fill the gap of the half-lost ghost.

The human soul is not like a special body that can be cultivated again. Once it is gone, it is really gone, and it will suffer for life.

"It's not a dream, it's a friend."

The scorching gaze was fixed on the eyes of Sword Master Wangyun, without any wavering, only endless persistence and unstoppable fieryness.

very familiar.

Can you not be familiar with it?

Isn't her appearance exactly the same as when he was seeking this skill back then...

There is no way to refuse... This is the appearance of a person who has made up his mind and will never waver...

"...The formula is not difficult, but there are two materials that can be used, and you still need to get it yourself. One is the iron of the soul, which is the unique material for casting swords in Shenzhu Peak, and the other is the real Buddha bone, which is cultivated with the power of great vows. When you get back the keel left by the Buddha when he sat down, I will help you condense your soul for Shang Qinghan."

"I've made a note, this time, thank you very much."

After thinking about it, Ruxue's swordsman once again lost interest in talking.

The extraordinarily blurred eyes, the waves and waves were completely absorbed, and still, there was only a bend of sadness that had been lonely for thousands of years.

☆, 63. Situation exchange