[Xianjian + Ancient Sword Colleague] Being a master is also a kind of practice

It was as if all the light in the sky and the earth had gathered on that thunderbolt. It was so dazzling and gorgeous, like an indelible firework blooming in the dark sky, but it moved towards the thunderbolt hanging in the sky with a force that would break the sky. A small lotus flower stone platform, facing the proud standing figure on the platform, mercilessly, without hesitation, hit it down!

At this moment of lightning speed, the figure suddenly moved.

A hand with slender joints suddenly stretched out from the swaying flames. The five fingers of that hand were spread wide, and the palm was facing the sky. It was facing the thunder and lightning that struck down rapidly. After hearing a few "hoo, hoo", the bright flames were immediately dyed. The sky over the lotus platform was red, and three layers of fire walls suddenly appeared between the thunder and the palm, one thicker than the other, and instantly protected Xuan Xiao.

"boom--!!!"

Just when the electric light struck, it hit the outermost fire wall heavily. The red light was released and retracted, and the chirping sound continued. The scattered fire points and electric light were like meteors, passing over the heads of everyone, sprinkled In all directions, the blazing flames on the fire wall suddenly rose several feet, but disappeared with a puff of smoke in the next instant.

"Boom, boom, boom——!!!"

In the dark clouds, three more thunderbolts hit the head, and the whole lotus stone platform shook violently. Amid the screams of Yun Tianhe and others, everyone retreated to the corner of the stone platform where the impact was the smallest. Murong Ziying saw that Shen Bailing was still in a daze Standing in Taichung, he didn't know what to think, so he quickly grabbed his arm and pulled him over.

However, Shen Bailing opened his eyes wide, trying his best to find Xuan Xiao's figure in the roiling heat wave and dazzling electric light.

It was easy for the lightning to dissipate, and looking at the lotus stone platform, there were scorched black traces of fire and lightning strikes everywhere on the ground, and no one was intact.In the gradually drifting smoke and fire, a tall and straight figure gradually appeared. The man's white robe was filled with wind and bulged high, and the fairy sword in his hand was shining brightly red. It was Xuan Xiao.

Murong Ziying saw that he was safe and sound, even though she was very worried about Xuan Xiao's behavior, she couldn't help but praised in a low voice: "Xuan Xiao is really powerful."

Yun Tianhe and the others were still in shock. Hearing what he said, and remembering what they saw with their own eyes just now, the four consecutive thunderstorms did not hurt him at all, so they couldn't help but nodded one after another.

After a few thunderbolts, there was a sudden silence between the sky and the earth, and the vortex in the sky seemed to gradually turn slowly, but more and more lightning flashes shuttled among the dark clouds, and they became denser and denser. Looking at their directions, they all turned towards the big sky in the sky. Vortex gathers.

The violent wind gradually subsided, and the corners of everyone's clothes floating in the air were slowly attached to their bodies, but it was like the calm before the storm, but it made everyone's hearts even higher.

In the silence, there was only a rush of breaths, Shen Bailing almost forgot to blink, just staring at the man in Taichung, watching how he behaved, so engrossed that he even forgot about his own safety.

"Hiss - hiss -"

Just at this time, there was a strange sound that was louder than a while in the sky, and everyone looked up and gasped in unison.I saw that in the middle of the huge vortex that had stopped spinning, an incomparably huge thunderball had gathered at some point!

Countless bolts of lightning intertwined in the cloud like a net, and the thunderball fell right in the middle of the grid, like water drops falling into a spider's web after a new rain, absorbing all the energy in the net in a blink of an eye, and growing in size circle by circle.The dark clouds rolled, and one or two bolts of lightning shot out continuously, pouring into the thunder ball, and the blue light crackled and shuttled, flashing on the surface of the thunder ball from time to time. Occasionally, several blue lights touched and intersected, and immediately aroused a huge crackling sound, It shows its strength.

Xuan Xiao was located directly below the thunder ball, so he had a panoramic view of the scene, but he raised his head to the sky, his expression remained motionless, only a pair of phoenix eyes shone with an increasingly gloomy light, and the Xi He handle in his hand But the red light is getting brighter and brighter, it seems that there is no fear, not only no fear, but also a little eager to try, as if wishing to fight against the sky.

The thunder ball gradually swelled, at first it swelled extremely fast, and then it gradually slowed down, but the blue light intertwined on the sphere became brighter and denser, and the brilliant electric light seemed to illuminate the sky and the earth, even the surrounding dark clouds. There was a faint indigo blue light.

The tense atmosphere on the lotus stone platform was gradually spreading. At the end, everyone felt a heart beating faster and faster in their chests, but they gradually held their breaths, as if the thunder ball had not only absorbed the heaven and earth. All the lightning in the room seemed to suck away the air.

Finally, the thunderball swelled again suddenly, and there was a loud "boom", as if the clouds in the sky were shaken far away, and then a thunderbolt surrounded by countless people rushed out of the thunderball down.

That was not a thunderbolt, but an electric column!

In the roaring sound, the lightning flashed, the gravel flew randomly, and the aftermath of the thunder and lightning spread to the surrounding circles. The lotus stone platform hanging on the cirrus platform was like a leaf of duckweed in the storm at this moment. , ups and downs.It only hurt Yun Tianhe and the others, who had to hold on to a few lotus petals protruding from the corners of the stone platform, trying their best to stabilize their bodies in the strong wind caused by thunder and lightning.

Suddenly there was a crunching sound, followed by Han Lingsha's exclamation.Yun Tianhe and Murong Ziying followed the prestige and shouted together: "Lingsha!" The red dress was fluttering in the strong wind, half of the girl's body was already hanging in the air, and the lotus petal she was holding in her hand It was on the verge of falling, but it was more than half shattered by lightning just now.

Yun Tianhe was in a hurry and stretched out his hand to pull her, but the wind was so strong that it was not easy to stand upright on the stage, let alone move his feet?Seeing this, Murong Ziying hurriedly grabbed the Wangshu sword that she had just seized in the chaos, took a step forward, stabbed the sword with force towards the platform, Wangshu sword cut the iron like mud, and immediately plunged three feet into the stone platform, Murong Ziying held it tightly with one hand With the hilt of the sword, he jumped out of the edge of the stage, turned several times in the air, finally grabbed Han Lingsha's hand, and sent her forcefully to Yun Tianhe.

The three of them leaned on the side of the stage to pant for a while, Murong Ziying thought of Shen Bailing, and then turned around to look, beside the lotus petal he was leaning on just now, where was the trace of that person?His heart trembled, and he instinctively looked towards the center of the stone platform, his eyes could not help but burst into tears. In the strong wind, he saw the man in the red clothes, who was walking step by step in the direction where the thunder pillar hit.

"Bai Ling!"

The whistling of the hunting wind was in his ears, and the call behind him was so indistinct, Shen Bailing didn't look back, but walked through the strong wind with great difficulty, avoiding the thunder and lightning, and walked towards the person in the center of the stone platform.

Clearly, the distance is not more than ten feet away, but it seems as far away as life and death.The figure of that person gradually became clear after all, the white clothes were like fresh snow, the sword light was like red clouds, the two colors in the dazzling thunder and lightning were so tiny, but they swayed and flickered, never fading away.

Just like that person who has always refused to admit defeat, and never despaired even in a desperate situation.

The blue light flowed on the thunder ball in the sky, continuously sending down the lightning. The electric pillar sizzled, bursting out bright electric sparks from time to time. Shen Bailing was only a few feet away, and was already blown away by the powerful force contained on it. His face ached, and Xuan Xiao's suffering in it can be imagined.However, there was no trace of pain on that rebellious face, and those eyes were full of unyielding.

After an unknown amount of time, the wrath of the heavens seemed to subside gradually. The thunderball in the sky slowly began to shrink, and the brilliance on the electric column gradually dimmed. Gradually small.At this moment, the shield-like wall of fire surrounded Xuan Xiao's body was filled with red light, and then Xi He's sword made a deafening cry, and the flames wrapped around the sword burned blazingly again. It soared several feet, and looking at the edge of the sword again, Xuan Xiao's handsome face also showed bursts of red light.

Shen Bailing could see clearly, and immediately knew that Xuan Xiao was taking advantage of the weakening of the sky thunder to use all his strength to defeat the electric pillar in one fell swoop.I only heard explosions, the red light gradually became stronger, and the electric light gradually weakened. A pillar of fire suddenly rose from the ground, dispersing the thunder and lightning, and then rose steadily, rising several feet in succession before suddenly turning into countless broken lights. , scattered in all directions.

The red light on Xuan Xiao's face gradually faded and turned pale, the color in his eyes flashed, he looked at the sky and opened his mouth to speak, but a mouthful of blood gushed out first.

"Junior Brother! You..."

Shen Bailing rushed forward, and was about to inquire about his injury in a low voice, but before he finished speaking, he saw the wild smile on Xuan Xiao's face froze on his lips in an instant, Shen Bailing followed his gaze, and his eyes suddenly opened big.

As far as the field of vision was concerned, there was only a dazzling blue light, majestic and majestic, rushing towards them.

"boom--!!!"

In the panic, Shen Bailing's mind was clear. He looked back at the person beside him, and smiled suddenly, but there was a trace of helplessness and determination in that smile.

Seeing his smile, Xuan Xiao was slightly taken aback, and then a strong force came suddenly, pushing him a foot away in an instant, just falling outside the circle shrouded in electric light. The momentum, as if mixed with the last anger of the sky, slashed down fiercely.

The dazzling light drowned Shen Bailing's figure in the center of the stone platform in the blink of an eye.

Severe pain spread all over the body in an instant, like thousands of ants biting and thousands of needles piercing the heart.But the pain was much worse, and after a long time, gradually, even the pain was lost, leaving only a chaotic numbness, as if even the consciousness gradually drifted away.

So this is God's punishment?

In a trance, Shen Bailing raised the corners of her lips and smiled, so that I can repay you, Junior Brother Xuanxiao?

"...Brother!"

Who is calling in the ear, why is that voice so shrill?

"...Bai Ling, Bai Ling!"

Who is this, and why is his voice so sad?

Are they grieving for me?For whom, Xuan Zhen, or Shen Bailing?

"Xuan Zhen, you hurt me deeply, it's wishful thinking to want to die, I will never let you do so!... um..."

Junior brother Xuan Xiao... why is he still unwilling to forgive...

"Xuan Xiao, if you fight with all your strength, it will only be more painful! Unexpectedly, God's punishment can't get rid of you. Your appearance of becoming a demon has been revealed. I will drive you into the deepest part of the East China Sea vortex first, and report to the Emperor of Heaven before making plans. !"

... Nine Heavens Profound Girl?

"You!... Taking advantage of other people's danger, you are so godly, it's disgusting!"

"...If you don't restrain you when your mind is in a trance and your power is exhausted, I'm afraid it will cause a lot of harm, and the matter should be dealt with urgently. Needless to say, I will drive you into the deepest part of the East China Sea vortex first. I will return to you now." The heavens are reinstated, you and others, so that you can do it yourself."

…Junior Brother Xuan Xiao, is he still unavoidable to be punished…

"Donghai, what can I do! Xuan Zhen, we will meet again in this life, I will never allow you to die like this, wait for me to come back—"

The man's angry and unwilling voice gradually faded away, and the other chaos gradually turned into a blur, and the world returned to tranquility. Only his body, whether it was perishing or dying, was floating in this empty darkness.

"...Hunxi is back... Hunxi... is back..."

In a trance, another voice gradually increased from low to high, like a soft singing, like a gentle whisper, penetrating everything, reaching his soul, leading all his consciousness towards the source of the voice, slowly drifting away.

☆, the end of the extra song

sequence

The mountain wind is bitter, blowing through this huge sword forest, and the huge stone swords staggered across are covered with moss marks.Years have changed the appearance of this land.

A piece of talisman paper covered with dirt and dust was gently detached from the stone sword and landed on the ground. There were still faint traces of orange yellow on the paper, but the spiritual energy on it had long since dissipated. It flew far away.

On the steep mountain wall, the huge stone gate more than ten feet high was tightly sealed, as if it had been closed for a hundred years, but the picture of a fairy sword surrounded by four floating clouds on the gate was still as clear as it was, proving that it was still here. Someone cleans it up from time to time, so that it will not be completely forgotten like the sect that has been annihilated for a hundred years.

Here, it has now been renamed Jianzhong.

After a long time, a clear cry approached from far away, and a ray of purple light fell in front of the stone gate.The light dissipated, revealing the figure of one of them with a sword.

The man was dressed in a blue and white Taoist robe, and the white hair under the jade crown was like flowing mercury. The huge broadsword suspended in the air and shone with purple light reflected his unclear face, with handsome eyebrows, like a boy.But those eyes, although still so clear, are like a pool of water flowing into a deep pool, which has precipitated all the old things of the past and drained away all the sorrows of the world.

Time seems to have a preference for him, and that face has never changed, but after all, he is no longer a teenager.

Amidst the blunt noise, the stone door gradually opened, and the man finally took a deep look at the round beautiful jade that was still shining white in his hand, pursed his thin lips slightly, put it in the sleeve of his robe, and slowly walked into the deep darkness inside the door.

With a clear whistle, the purple-black sword flew in.

There are long swords hanging on the bronze-colored mountain wall. Many of the scabbards are dull, and the fringes of the swords are covered with dust, but the exposed blades are still as clear as a spring, which shows that they were lifted out of the wind and rain in the sword forest. The person who put away one by one has cared for these swords with great care during these hundred years.

But for nearly a hundred years, all he has left is to be with the sword. How lonely must such a person be?

In the spacious cave, only the ancient sword-making furnace was still burning with raging flames, and the flickering light of the fire reflected in the eyes of the person beside the furnace, forming a continuous dark light.

"Brother Ziying, these years have passed, are you... still feeling sad for them?"

In the silent forbidden area, a delicate female voice suddenly sounded, breaking the silence in the sword mound.But the man was the only one in the cave, and the sweet girl-like voice came from the purple-black sword leaning against the mountain wall.

The man was still staring at the dark red fire, and after a long time he said: "...Xiao Kui, you never spoke before, it seems that your cultivation has already achieved a little success, maybe after a while, you will be able to transform into an illusion." Out of human form."

The sword buzzed and trembled, and then the female voice said again: "No, I... I just saw that you have been bored since you came back from there. Although you didn't say it, Xiaokui knows that you... ...You feel bad..." Her voice was faint, and gradually became lower, as if she was also feeling sad for this man named "Ziying".

The man's frowning brows slightly opened, and he sighed softly: "You little girl, do you know what it means to feel sad?"

Xiaokui seemed to be a little dissatisfied and said: "I...although I was young when I died for the sword, I have been in the magic sword for so many years, and I have been with Brother Ziying for so many years, and I have also seen a lot of people's ways of life. Why don't you understand Brother Ziying? But there is one thing Xiaokui doesn't understand...Brother Ziying, you obviously miss that sister and brother very much, why are you so sad when you see them but refuse to even look at them?"

When the man heard her question, the relaxed expression on his face gradually disappeared, and it took a long time before he shook his head lightly: "Life is a hundred years, young and white, but it is just a big empty dream, whether it is sad or happy. After all, it can't resist the reciprocation of heaven..." He stared at the fire, his eyes gradually revealing a trace of sadness.

"Brother Ziying..."

"...But I still can't fully understand..."

一

"God's will is hard to disobey! Changing fate against the sky is such a big deal. If you want to turn things around, you have to pay a huge price. There is clear evidence of injustice in front of you? If you want to block the punishment of heaven for a person who has become a demon, you have to pay the price of being beaten to death by heavenly thunder." .If you want to save those people on the earth, I am afraid that you will have to pay a lot, and how to do it is up to you to decide."

On the Juan Yuntai, the Nine Heavens Xuannv left her last words and disappeared into the sky.In the cracks of the dissipated thunderclouds, golden skylights cast down again, but no one appreciates this beauty anymore.

In the center of the scorched and uneven lotus stone platform lay the broken body of the man. Murong Ziying half-kneeled beside him in a daze, turning a deaf ear to the anxious voices of Yun Tianhe and Han Lingsha behind him.

Bai Ling... In your heart, is it true that Xuan Xiao is more important?For him, you even disregarded life and death...

Murong Ziying stretched out a palm, and gently caressed the only intact face of the man. His handsome brows seemed to be alive, as if he would open his eyes in the next moment to reveal his usual gentle smile, but the icy temperature touched by the palm was telling He, the person in front of him, this body, has lost all breath.

It was as if a very thin and narrow sword pierced my chest. I didn't feel any pain at first, but after the numbness passed, the pain spread to my heart one by one, lingering for a long time and never ending.He gently stretched out his hand to caress his chest, and suddenly recalled that once upon a time, didn't this person get stabbed in the chest before his eyes, how was the pain he suffered at that time compared to the pain he suffered at this moment?

"Heavenly fire is coming down! Don't stay here any longer, Ziying, Lingsha, let's go!"

Yun Tianhe's voice came from far away, and a strong force pulled him up from the left and right sides, Murong Ziying's heart shuddered, and she looked at the body of the man on the ground.

Bailing...can't leave him...

With strength from nowhere, Murong Ziying broke free from Yun Tianhe's and Han Lingsha's arms, rushed forward and picked up Shen Bailing's body on the ground.Yun Tianhe and Han Lingsha looked at each other, and they both saw the helplessness in each other's eyes, but the sky fires had fallen one after another, and the time was pressing, so they were not allowed to think too much. Fortunately, Murong Ziying had woken up, and the three of them brought Shen Bailing's body, Yu The sword flew to the ground.

The moment they left the Juanyun Terrace, with a loud noise, the entire Lianhua Stone Terrace exploded into thousands of rubbles.

The sky fire is like a series of gorgeous meteors, blooming in the sky under the setting sun, and even the gorgeous rays of the sky cannot conceal its beauty.But under this beautiful appearance, there are the Qionghua faction that is gradually falling, and the innocent people on the ground who are ignorant.

Murong Ziying hugged the gradually freezing body in her arms, and flew precariously towards the large desert on the ground.As soon as his feet came into contact with the ground, they became extremely sore and limp, and he fell to the ground exhausted.There was a flash of red shadow beside her, two ding dings, and two daggers gleaming with cold light fell on the sand pile. Looking sideways, Han Lingsha's face was already pale, and she passed out with her eyes closed.

In the groggy state, the last thing Murong Ziying saw was standing proudly in front of them, facing the falling Qionghua faction and slowly pulling the huge bow back...

Tianhe...

two

The former site of the Qionghua School in Kunlun Mountains now only remains a huge deep pit. Over the years, weeds have grown overgrown, and the Taiyi Fairy Path has long since disappeared into the vast sea of ​​grass due to desolation.

Boxian Town at the foot of the mountain has gradually been called Qiemo County again. Over the years, except for the elderly who occasionally mention the past when the gods were wrathful by the campfire, no one remembers it anymore. So many stories have happened on this mountain.

In the remote mountain where no trace of people can be identified, there is only that forest of swords left, that forbidden area, and the prosperity and decline of that sect are still imprinted.This is roughly the case in the world, and the rise and fall only lasts for thousands of years.The Xianjia sect that was once famous in Kunlun is now only one person left.

Deep in the forbidden area, the fire room has already become the place where Murong Ziying forged swords.The ice room that had sealed off Xuanxiao for 19 years had become a place that even Murong Ziying seldom set foot in.

The evil spirit on the magic sword obtained in Buzhou Mountain was gradually wiped out by Yang Yan, and the soul nightshade sealed in the sword was nourished by spiritual energy, and gradually became active.After decades of practice, he has only this sword spirit by his side.Fortunately, he is indifferent by nature, even if no one is with him for a hundred years, he does not feel lonely.

His whole life was more important than Qingxiu, and he had only a few close friends.Yun Tianhe finally paid the price for using the artifact. His eyes were burned by the sky fire and he would never see the light again in this life. That day he said goodbye to Kunlun Mountain, and he never saw each other again for a hundred years.Occasionally, there are old stories. It is heard that he and Han Lingsha got married not long after that, and lived in seclusion on the Qingluan Peak where he grew up.After more than ten years, Han Lingsha was no match for the fate of the Han clan and passed away early, but Yun Tianhe relied on the two streams of yin and yang in his body to live longer.He has never left the mountain where his wife and parents are buried, and he has always kept that vow, waiting for someone who will come back at an unknown time.But everyone has their own destiny, Murong Ziying occasionally thinks of these old things, but she just laughs at them lightly.

three

"... After 100 years, Mengli finally returned to the human world, but Lingsha was dead, Tianhe was blind, and the four people who wandered together back then were scattered around the world... Looking back on the past, it turned out that the pain far outweighed the joy , parting is far more than reunion, perhaps it is because of this that I am sad and feel that this reunion is so precious?"

In the ice room, a cold mist filled the air, covering the tall and straight figure of the man like a willow.On the stone platform he was standing on, clusters of ice crystals grew densely, decorating the rectangular one very uniquely.

The thing was crystal clear, and it was actually a coffin carved out of solid ice, with a human figure looming under the translucent coffin cover.Murong Ziying bowed her head and stared at the blurred face in the ice, her eyes were dark.

"Bailing, even Mengli has come back...Where have you been in the past hundred years? I have been to the ghost world, but Master Yun said that I have never seen your soul...If you have not entered reincarnation, you Why won't you wake up?"

He stretched out his hand to hold the sheathless long sword on the coffin lid, and stroked the sword with his fingers. A faint soft light appeared on the transparent sword edge, reflecting his slender fingers almost transparent.Murong Ziying stared in a daze, and murmured to herself in a low voice: "The sword will die when the body dies, but the Chunshui sword is still shining... Bailing, could it be that you haven't lost your soul like the Nine Heavens Profound Girl said? Is your soul really still alive in this world?"

But if you were alive, why didn't you come back?

He looked at the person in the ice coffin and asked over and over again in his heart.But the frozen pale face was as handsome as before, but he never opened his eyes, and just slept quietly, quietly, for a hundred years.

After a long time, a long sigh sounded in the ice room.Murong Ziying turned around silently and walked down the ice-covered stone steps.Behind him, the brilliance of the Spring Water Sword flowed, silently glowing with a faint blue light.