Those mental words were mixed together, and in Song Qianji's mind, it was like a torrent of river water, rolling mud and sand overturning.

He couldn't read or remember a word.

"Forget it! Water has no fixed momentum, sword has no fixed method, the river goes east and west regardless of where it came from, ten thousand swords are born from the heart, that is the true meaning of this 'Duchuan Sword'!" Xian Jianchen laughed, "My apprentice is indeed a genius , Of course you mediocre people don’t understand.”

The enemies on the water, shore and sky were enraged, and their moves were even more ruthless.

Song Qian's plane was trapped in a tight siege, and the awning boat was shaking.

"Let 1000 people sail with the wind, and 1000 people will choose the most labor-saving way to go with the current. Let [-] people go against the wind and the current, but they can use a thousand ways. Water has no fixed trend, and swords have no fixed method. There are no two identical waves in a river. People have different experiences, and the mentality of this sword is also different. Sailing against the current, the wind and waves are unpredictable, but the only constants are "the location of the other side" and "heart against the sky."

As soon as Song Qianji thought about this, the words and sentences that had sunk into the sand became clear again, and after they were broken up and rearranged, they came to his mind line by line.

His movements became more and more smooth, from holding the sword with both hands to swinging the sword with one hand, the sword weighing more than a thousand catties became lighter and lighter in his hand until it was as light as a drop of water.

"Good sword!" Song Qianji's mind was clear, and he stopped drinking.

"Back first!" Zhao Taiji shouted.

Before the words fell, the water waves gathered with the sword energy of "Duchuan Sword", hanging upside down in the air like a waterfall.

Where the sword's edge passes, the water curtain soars to the sky.

Song Qianji killed the Quartet.

It seemed that what he was holding was no longer a sword, but a river.

The setting sun is like blood covering the western sky, and blood flows into a river on the Bailong River.

The water waterfall sent the Wupeng boat out of the encirclement.

With the Duchuan sword opening the way, the Bailong River has been used by Song Qianji.

"Want to leave? It's not that easy!" Zhao Taiji sneered, "Splash!"

The enemies on all sides avoided the unstoppable sword energy and sacrificed hundreds of storage bags together.

The mouth of the bag was wide open, and the transparent oil with glittering pearls was poured into the river, flowing and spreading rapidly.

Song Qianji moved his nose slightly and smelled a faint and cold fragrance.

"It's shark oil!"

Shark oil can burn all things, and the other party prepared so much oil that they wanted to burn this river.

"Light it up!" Zhao Taiji shouted.

At the same time, thousands of monks rushed out from the mountains, and countless flaming arrows turned into streams of fire, drawing a flowing trajectory under the setting sun, like a huge rainbow bridge, shooting directly at the black-covered boat.

The flaming arrows engraved with runes were swept away by Song Qianji's sword energy, and more arrows shot into the river.

The river is covered with a thick layer of shark oil, and the flames can be ignited at the touch of a finger!

The monks wearing the "God's Fire Cover" in the mountains are not afraid of the huge flames, like a flock of crows rushing towards the Uppong boat.

The fire burns the river!

The surface of the river turned into a sea of ​​flames.

The fire takes advantage of the wind, and the wind helps the fire to quickly cover the entire Bailong River.

The "Duchuan Sword" could no longer call for waves and water, and the blade became heavier and heavier, like the setting sun sinking from the sky.

The battle situation reversed in the blink of an eye.

Zhao Taiji laughed: "Xian Jianchen, 200 years ago you made a big fuss in the Qiankun Palace and smashed the passing water bridge and the sea of ​​clouds. Have you ever thought about tonight? When I burn through this Bailong River, how can you use your Duchuan sword?"

Huaweizong has a secret that is not a secret.Whoever mentions Xian Jianchen's name in Qiankun Palace will be "struck by lightning".

The sect master, the peak master, and the elders were therefore cautious in their speech and trembling.

They were enshrined by most of Tianxizhou outside, but in their own sect, they were so pressured by a sword that they dared not raise their heads for more than 200 years.

How can you not hate?

If you don't avenge this revenge, you won't get rid of your demons.

"It's weird, why do everyone who comes to kill me have to tell me about the past first. Is it because the usual life is too boring?" Xian Jianchen was still sitting in the cabin, looking at the sea of ​​fire, sighing and shaking his head, "So many spirit stones, If you can buy a city, if you can’t use it to buy wine, it’s a pity, it’s a pity that you dump it into the river for nothing!”

The bloody sunset completely fell into the other side of Bailong Mountain.

The night sky was lit up red by the fire all over the river.Billows of thick smoke rose, covering the galaxy in the sky.

The shrimps, crabs, fishes and turtles were all dead, and the water beasts that had no time to escape were burned by the flames, screaming miserably.

The corpses floating on the river gave off a burnt and burnt smell, mixed with the strange cold aroma of shark oil, the strong smell was disgusting.

The enemy's wild laughter, shouts of killing, and the screams of the sword-hit filled Song Qianji's ears.

He fought harder and harder.

Xian Jianchen read the numbers and calculated how many spirit stones the "Righteous Way Immortal Alliance" would cost for this battle.

Song Qianji was furious when he heard this: "You still haven't drawn your sword? We are in the same boat!"

Xian Jianchen: "How about you persevere?"

Song Qianji: "You can do it!"

The awning boat was wrapped in flames, and there was no way to go in the sky and on the ground.

Only relying on Song Qianji's sword energy to support it.

Xian Jianchen laughed loudly: "Catch the sword again!"

Song Qianji raised his hand and changed his sword without thinking.

The hilt of the sword is cool in the hand, like holding a handful of crushed ice, which makes the heat wave all over the body subside a little.

"This sword is called 'Yue Que'. It is as cold as moonlight, and it naturally restrains fire." Xian Jianchen groaned again, "The poem says that 'people have sorrows and joys, and the moon has cloudy and sunny periods'. Only by turning back can the cycle go back and forth, just like the full moon must be missing. Have you ever seen the moon? The moon is at its fullest when it is not full."

Song Qianji looked up: "I have seen it."

There is no moon in sight tonight, and the night sky is shrouded in heavy flames and smoke.

"You have the 'Moon Que Sword' in your hand, so you have to learn to accept the shortcomings." Xian Jianchen said, "I will pass on your heart as a teacher."

Zhao Taiji retreated to the outside of the battle, on the river bank, twenty feet away from the Wupeng boat: "Xian Jianchen, it's useless!"

Since Song Qianji became famous in Dengwen Yahui, he has had constant adventures, good luck, and became king as a young man. In just a few years, he has reached a height that is difficult for others to achieve in a lifetime.

He has no regrets in his life, how can he accept it?

"He doesn't know how to write the word 'deficient' at all, and how to use your 'yueque sword'?" Zhao Taiji found that the situation of the battle had changed as soon as he finished speaking.

With Song Qianji's Moon Shadow Sword in his hand, he changed the way of the sword that had been used to slash, slash, open and close just now, and the sword became gentler, like moonlight shining over the bank of willows.

Xian Jianchen smiled and said: "Master, I was worried that your life would be smooth sailing, so it was difficult to understand the true meaning of Yue Que. I didn't expect you to subdue it so quickly!"

Moon Shadow breaks through the sea of ​​flames and continues to move forward with the awning boat.

Song Qianji went against the wind and the current, and became more courageous as he fought.

However, the fire became more and more intense, and the enemies on both sides of the strait kept pouring out, killing more and more, seemingly endless.

Zhao Taiji's face was livid, and he said angrily, "So what can you do if you subdue Yue Que Sword, do you know how many people came tonight?"

Xian Jianchen: "You're right, apprentice, why don't we admit defeat. The end of the continent, it doesn't matter if we don't go."

Song Qianji looked back, his eyes were red, and he smiled suddenly: "I will kill through this Bailongjiang tonight!"

Zhao Taiji took three steps back subconsciously, but he didn't dare to look at him: "It's wishful thinking, Bailongjiang is already under the control of the sect!"

"Chunqiu!" Song Qianji raised his hand.

The Spring and Autumn Sword shot out quickly.

Zhao Taiji suddenly felt the pressure on his face, he hastily drew his sword to resist.

How did Song Qianji's cultivation improve so quickly?

If you can't get rid of him tonight... 100 years later, no, maybe in just [-] years, there will be another Xian Jianchen in the world!

At this moment, a third voice suddenly sounded from the shore:

"Bailongjiang came from heaven and earth, who can be the master?"

Following this sudden strange voice, a gust of rain fell down.

Countless figures suddenly rushed out of the continuous mountains on both sides of the bank.

Hundreds of storage bags were sacrificed, pouring gravel into the river.

The sand rain shone with silver light, and it was scattered all over the sky.

The flames were covered with silver sand, and the fire suddenly weakened.

"What?" The monks of the Immortal Alliance were stunned.

"No, it's Dingshuisha!"

"Where do you get so much water-fixing sand?"

While dodging the Spring and Autumn Sword, Zhao Taiji shouted: "The 'Righteous Path Immortal Alliance' is here, who is coming? How dare you be presumptuous!"

There was laughter on both sides of the strait, like tens of thousands of birds flapping their wings together:

"I am your father!"

"It's your ancestor!"

"A strong dragon does not overwhelm a local snake! Brothers, break their divine fire cover!"

These people who appeared suddenly like mountain spirits and wild monsters fought with the monks of the Xianmeng.

Most of the flames were extinguished by Dingshuisha, and Song Qianji's pressure suddenly disappeared: "I don't know which road you are from?"

Hearing his question, a rough voice rang out from the mountain: "The Giant Whale Gang and the Shahai faction, the 36th fleet on the Bailong River, and the [-] Cave repairmen on Bailong Mountain, the delivery of the ship is late!"

The monks of the Immortal League were shocked and cursed:

"Where did you come from, Xiaomen Xiaopai, you are looking for a dead end!"

Zhao Taiji was even more furious, he heard that these are some rotten fish and rotten shrimps, saying that the small sect is to praise them, but they are just a group of low-level casual cultivators and gangsters.Hua Weizong would not send them invitations for wedding banquets.

His mind was in a mess, and an arm was cut off by the Spring and Autumn Sword, and the blood flowed profusely.

Just listen to Song Qianji said: "It turns out to be Lord Yan."

Leader Yan smiled and said, "Fellow Daoist Song Xun, we owe you more than one life in the Blood River Valley. It's a pity that your skills are low and your cultivation is not good, so we can only send your boat across the Bailong River!"

Xian Jianchen looked at the scattered silver sand and said to himself: "I thought I had seen everything, but I have never seen this strange thing."

On both sides of the big river, the sky is full of silver rain.

The Bailong River turned into a silver galaxy.

Leader Yan laughed: "Shark oil burns on the water, and it cannot be extinguished by pouring water. Only Dingshui sand can destroy it. We rely on mountains to eat mountains and rely on water to drink water. The miscellaneous fish that live on the river do not lack this 'Dingshui sand'. "

Song Qianji knew it well, saying this was to boost his own arrogance.

Dingshui sand is a refining material, conceived by Lingbei at the bottom of the river, far rarer than pearls.

Most of the small sects and casual cultivators along the river are good at scooping up sand, and if they save enough one or two, they can be sold to big sects to earn spirit stones.

It takes so much painstaking effort to catch so many Dingshui sands one by one.

Tonight, all the "miscellaneous fish" on the Bailong River have given up all they have.

Another voice sounded: "King Song, don't worry, just cross this river, there are fellow Taoists from Huaxi Sect, Dayan Sect and other sects in front of you! Don't waste time here, go quickly!"

The sky is full of silver sand, and the shadows of people are chaotic. Song Qianji can only recognize people by listening to the sound: "Captain Lu Zhou, you are here too."

"Ha, King Song still remembers us!"

The monks of the Xianmeng felt that it was absurd.

Song Qianji's cronies and lackeys are obviously trapped in Qianqu, where did these people come from?

What benefit did Song Qianji give them to make them work so hard and risk their lives?

In terms of cultivation, the monks of the Xianmeng were naturally higher, but they were wearing heavy "God Fire Covers" tonight, their speed slowed down, and they were caught off guard by "Dingshuisha", which was really embarrassing.

Chunqiu Sword took this opportunity to fly across the sky, chopping up large fields like cutting wheat and vegetables.

When we meet on a narrow road, the brave wins, but Xianmeng has lost the heart of the brave.

Song Qianji breathed enough air, and his voice spread across both sides of the White Dragon General: "Thank you everyone!"

Leader Yan said: "We come here tonight, we have nothing to ask for. We don't care if we can go back or not! There is only one thing, I want to ask King Song to agree."

"Please tell me." Song Qianji said.

"I want to offer King Song a bowl of Bailong wine!"

Xian Jianchen: "Oh, he doesn't know how to drink at all..."

"Why not! Serve the wine!" Song Qianji shouted.

A wine jar was thrown across the burning river.

Xian Jianchen smelled the extremely strong aroma of wine, and said regretfully: "It's such a good wine, it's a pity that I can't drink it."

He took out his tea bowl and filled it up for Song Qianji.

Song Qianji raised his head and drank it all in one gulp.

The wine is extremely strong, like flames on the river burning down the throat and through the stomach and intestines, mixed with the smell of hot blood, cold rust, and cold night wind.

Song Qianji's eyes were red from the smell of alcohol, and he threw the bowl into the river.

"The King of Song will surely win!" Lord Yan laughed.

Bailongjiang was instantly overwhelmed by cheers:

"This battle will be won!"

"We must win! We must win!"

……

"It's weird, how did this deity never know that monks can be so loyal without vows? There are too many strange things tonight."

The awning boat recovered and Xian Jianchen started making tea again.

The flames were extinguished, the scent of shark oil was blown away by the wind, and the night sky became clear again.

The sound of shouting and killing was left behind, and the boat passed through the wind and waves lightly like a fish swimming.

Still sailing upstream, but faster than going downstream.

Stars come out of the clouds one by one.

The wind and smoke on the river gradually dissipated.

The light boat has passed the Ten Thousand Mountains.

"It's not because of loyalty, but because they feel that a world with me is better than a world without me." After Song Qianji said this, he was speechless for a while.

Xian Jianchen was about to scold him for his narcissism, but he saw him standing on the bow of the boat, leaning on the sword and dangling: "You still ask me if I have seen the moon, look at the water, it is quite a big moon."

Xian Jianchen got up and pulled him into the cabin.

Song Qianji didn't resist: "Why do I see so many moons? Tell me, why!"

Xian Jianchen laughed angrily: "I don't drink a thousand cups, and I don't enjoy drinking, why are you so drunk?"

"Am I drunk? Impossible!" Song Qianji shouted.

"Bai Longjiang's stamina is extremely strong, who told you to be a hero just now." Xian Jianchen sighed, took out a pillow and put it on him, "Sleep on yours."

Song Qianji opened a pair of red eyes: "Do you know what I like to do the most?"

"Looking at the moon? Fishing for the moon?" Xian Jianchen casually guessed.

"No." Song Qianji stuck out a finger to poke the board, "I like farming. The land is the fairest, as long as you treat it well, it will never say 'sorry' to you."

Xian Jianchen chuckled lightly: "Who told you 'I'm sorry'? This deity never apologizes!"

Song Qianji didn't seem to hear, lying on his back on the board, he said to himself in a low voice: "I've done everything, and I'm tired of killing people. I don't want, I don't want to go the way I used to."

"What are you talking about?" Xian Jianchen murmured.

In Huawei Floating City, Song Qianji said exactly the same thing.

The latter words are quite different.

His voice was too vague, Xian Jianchen could only hear it clearly when he got closer:

"I just want to protect my field, and I want to protect the people around me. Even this time, I still have to hear 'I'm sorry', and I admit it... This world is not good enough, but I still have, I still have one hundred and eight thousand I don’t want to give up. I still want to fight for it again.”

Xian Jianchen got up silently, and walked to the bow alone.

The night wind blew his sleeves fluttering like fluttering white butterflies.

Song Qianji closed his eyes, and his voice was almost inaudible: "Xian Jianchen, you still have something to hide from me? What kind of grievances do you have with that person? Why did you leave your natal sword at the end of the continent? Why didn't you Willing to believe in people..."

"sleep well."

This time it was Xian Jianchen who sailed the boat, and Song Qianji slept in the cabin.

The green hills on both sides of the strait are continuous, the sky is full of stars and a round of moon falls on the Bailong River.

The small boat is like a bamboo leaf, drifting leisurely across the winding galaxy, carrying Song Qianji away from the killing field, and drifting into the dream deep in the flowers with the night wind.

The world is so big, how many people come from thousands of miles to kill them, and how many people come to save them in dire straits.

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