The Snow and the Moon in the Wind: The Lights Dim and the Way Back

Chapter 241
"Fengshen?"

Mo Qianshang's face was a bit strange, he remembered that the sword he taught him was called Hanfeng, why the name suddenly became so tall.

Before he could think about it, Nie Xiaofeng had already drawn his sword.

This sword indeed has the posture of a wind god, a storm rises all over the sky, and a tornado rolls towards Tianshu.

This sword had already touched part of the artistic conception of wind, and it was blowing in all directions, but the carriage was still tightly closed, no matter how strong the wind was, the curtain was still so deep and so dark.

Human and sword merged into one, and Nie Xiaofeng turned into a wind god and rushed towards him. In Baifa's eyes, he could only see a hurricane destroying everything along the way. .

Mo Qianshang stretched out his right hand and pointed out.

"Break the universe with one finger!"

First the light condensed, followed by the lightsaber, and the sword came out.

The sword doesn't look big, but it is also a wind.

This wind is not as magnificent as Nie Xiaofeng, nor is it as powerful as him, but it is such a small wind, but it is invincible.

This finger condensed Mo Qianshang's understanding of the wind, the wind is not only fast, but also bursting.

First it tore apart the tornado outside Nie Xiaofeng, and then it hit the tip of his sword.

"what!"

Nothing is impossible, only unexpected.

Nie Xiaofeng flew upside down again and fell to the ground.

This time, the white-haired man didn't catch him in time because it was too fast.

Fengshen struck a sword and returned without success again.

Falling to the ground, Nie Xiaofeng looked at the carriage in astonishment. He really didn't expect that there are such swordsmen in today's martial arts world.

Forced to stand up, Nie Xiaofeng clasped his hands together without losing his grace, "Thank you senior for your mercy. Nie Xiaofeng has been taught. I wonder if senior can come out and see me?"

"No need. If you are destined to meet each other, it is enough to practice your sword well."

Nie Xiaofeng was deeply moved, "Nie Xiaofeng understands!"

Walking to the side of the white-haired man, Nie Xiaofeng lowered his head slightly,

"Brother Qixuan. I lost."

The white-haired man narrowed his eyes and nodded,
"I saw."

The white-haired man stepped forward and drew out his jade sword, "You know my purpose and what I want to do!"

"Yes!"

"Then you shouldn't stop me!"

Facing the white-haired man's words, Mo Qianshang leaned on the coffin and knocked on the coffin.

"Aren't you talking to him?"

A voice came from inside the coffin.

"No need. When the time comes, we will meet. It's you, I really want to see you."

"Hahaha, when the time comes, we will meet each other. But when the time comes, don't cry."

The same words were given back to the person in the coffin.

Mo Qianshang sighed towards the outside of the car.

"Mei Jian Mo Qixuan, he said that he doesn't want to see you for the time being. You go, the time is right, you will meet each other!"

Mo Qixuan narrowed his eyes, pointed at the carriage with his jade sword,

"What if I say no?"

"Then I just have to say I'm sorry."

Mo Qianshang waved his right hand, and a gust of wind suddenly blew out from the curtain of the car.

The wind was very fast, and it was accompanied by a phantom of a god and an inexplicable dao rhyme.

Nie Xiaofeng turned pale with shock,
"This is my Fengshen Sword! How could you!"

Mo Qianshang didn't answer, neither did Meijian Mo Qixuan.

Because this sword is too fast, faster and more terrifying than Nie Xiaofeng's.

The jade sword rotates, colorful rainbows appear, and a sword stabs the wind.

Annihilate, perish.

The wind is gone.

Mo Qixuan put the sword back into its sheath, turned around,

"go!"

The two left here.

in the snow.

Mo Qixuan suddenly covered his chest, spat out a mouthful of blood, gasped, and sighed.

"So strong."

Nie Xiaofeng quickly helped him, worried.

"Brother Qixuan, are you okay?"

Stretching out his right hand, Mo Qi sighed,

"It's okay, just a little internal injury."

Nie Xiaofeng breathed a sigh of relief, then opened his mouth and stopped.

Mo Qixuan noticed his hesitant expression, frowned and said coldly.

"what happened?"

Nie Xiaofeng touched his head, looked around twice, and said cautiously.

"Brother Qixuan, I think the person in the carriage may be my master!"

Mo Qixuan was shocked immediately, "How is it possible!"

Nie Xiaofeng touched his head and said seriously.

"I just feel this way. To tell you the truth, my sword was also passed down to me by my master. It's called Hanfeng. The name comes from Chang Xiao Chu Ye Yuan, Ling Ran Han Fengsheng. I think it's not enough. Domineering, it was changed to Fengshen. I found that the sword he gave you back just now is exactly the same as the one passed to me by my master, and even stronger! In the world, I really can’t think of anyone else who can use it. Such a terrible sword."

Mo Qixuan shook his head, "If it's really him, then I won't be worried. I'm afraid it's the hidden master of Xueyue City."

"That's right, after all, my master has been away for more than ten years, how could he suddenly appear."

"Let's go, go find a place to heal your injuries first, and make a long-term plan."

Behind the ruined temple.

Mo Qianshang felt the two leave, and not long after closing his eyes, he felt a figure approaching again.

This figure is very special, because her movements are very weird.

Stand on tiptoe like a thief.

Mo Qianshang covered his head and sighed.

"Why is she here too?"

The man in the dark walked to the front of the car, looked at the scars on the ground under the moonlight, and said strangely.

"Why does it feel like a big battle has just gone through here!"

This question was very exhausting, so she didn't bother to think about it.

"Never mind! Put your hands up!"

With a bang, a silver gun pierced in from outside the car curtain, accompanied by a sound like a silver bell.

The corner of Mo Qianshang's mouth twitched, and he lowered the spear with his right hand,

"I said Miss Er, it's so late, don't you go to sleep?"

"Of course I want to sleep, but I have to stop this dart before talking! Hey, you know me!"

The person who robbed the darts realized it later, and only now did he realize that the people inside knew her.

The barrel of the gun pulled the curtain of the car, revealing Mo Qianshang's helpless smile,
"Second Miss, is she planning to rob her family's darts?"

"Hey, why are you here!"

The person who robbed the darts was naturally the second lady of Xueyue City, Sikong Qianluo, who was thrown down by Baili Qingwu.

Ever since he heard that Baili Qingwu and Tang Lian were going out to perform missions, Sikong Qianluo hated her teeth. Why should she stay in Xueyue City if they can carry out missions.

For this reason, she sneaked out quietly, intending to rob their darts to prove herself.

Seeing Mo Qianshang's surprised face at this moment,
"Are you also robbing the darts? Good! How dare you rob my Xueyue City's darts! You are so brave!"

In an instant, the roles were reversed.

Sikong Qianluo didn't know that Mo Qianshang was invited by Baili Qingwu to join Xueyue City, and thought that he was also here to rob the darts, so he became furious instantly.

Those who rob their own homes are fine, but others are not!

Transformed into a little hen protecting the calf, Sikong Qianluo danced with his spear, "Silver Moon Spear! The first shot will sweep away the entire army!"

The tip of the gun carried Li Xiao, and the momentum of the gun came rolling.

Mo Qianshang rolled his eyes, pouted his buttocks, and jumped onto the coffin.

Resting on his chin, he looked helpless at the moment.

"Second Miss, your attack is too ruthless! This is planning to kill me!"

Sikong Qianluo snorted coldly, she didn't expect her gun to be dodged so easily,
"Boy! How dare you rob me of Xueyue City's darts. I'll let you know today what Xueyue Spear Fairy is!"

Take the second move,
"The second shot of the silver moon gun, the sky is thousands of miles away!"

The wind condenses the gun head, and a hurricane bursts out, like a tornado.

This shot is still the throat.

Mo Qianshang sighed, pulled out Ting Yu and waved his hand, knocking the gun wind away with a sword.
"Listen to my explanation! It was the eldest lady Baili Qingwu who asked me to..."

"Okay! Can you call Qingwu's name? Deng Tuzi, die for me!"

Sikong Qianluo's character is even hotter than Baili Qingwu's. Hearing this, he exploded in anger, swung his spear in a big circle,
"The third shot of the silver moon gun, howling ghosts!"

Facing this murderous shot, Mo Qianshang said with a rare stern expression,
"Since you won't listen to my explanation! Then I'll tie you up first!"

"Sancai swordsmanship - downward chop!"

(End of this chapter)