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

Chapter 276
The words are divided into two parts.

When everyone gathers.

On the other side, Baifaxian and Nie Xiaofeng who followed secretly were also fighting hard.

The cause of the incident was naturally because Xiao Yu's subordinates notified Luo Qingyang that as the boundary of Muliang City, his adopted son came to ask for help, so Luo Qingyang had to come out because of emotion and reason.

And this trip happened to meet Baifaxian and Nie Xiaofeng who came to support them.

Both sides have their own goals and positions, so this battle is inevitable in the end.

A battle, the final result is self-evident.

The two lost miserably, but Luo Qingyang won easily.

Spitting blood, Nie Xiaofeng smiled wryly,
"Brother Qixuan, why do I feel that we are so weak!"

Mo Qixuan covered his chest and spat out blood. He was injured by Luo Qingyang's sad sword intent just now, and that sword intent is still affecting his spirit. He is feeling a little sad at this moment.

"It's not that you're weak, but that he's too strong. You don't even think about who you're facing! In today's martial arts, one demon can't go out, and two heroes are fighting for hegemony. Except for your demon master who walked out of his own way, the one in front of you This guy and Baili Dongjun can compete for the number one position in the world. Tell me, did you deserve to lose?"

Nie Xiaofeng shook his head and sighed,
"No injustice, to be able to see the desolate sword, to be honest, it's a worthwhile trip. However, if we don't retreat now, we will die!"

opposite.

Holding the Nine Songs Sword, Luo Qingyang slowly stepped forward expressionlessly,

He is still very young, but there is a little more gray hair on the sideburns, which makes him more mature and attractive.

"Get out of the way. I don't want to kill people."

"Luo Qingyang. Why did you come to spread this muddy water? If you don't come, we will save those people, and everyone will live in peace. If you come now, we will be held back by you instead. If the people there die One, you may not be able to keep the person you want to keep."

Luo Qingyang narrowed his eyes, raised his head slightly,

"Baili Dongjun is here?"

"no!"

"Sikong Changfeng? He may not be able to take away the person I want to protect!"

Mo Qixuan shook his head, "No."

Luo Qingyang lowered his head and touched the sword in his hand, "Since it's not them, you don't need to speak. I'll give you three breaths, get out of the way."

"Brother Qixuan? How about we give way?"

Mo Qixuan snorted coldly and stood up, "Xiaofeng, stop him and buy them time. Wait for your master to come back."

wry smile.

Get up.

Nie Xiaofeng held the sword in his hand, and the will of the wind gathered on his body.

And the white-haired fairy is also shining from the jade sword.

Although the two of them are at the end of their strength, their strength lies there. A skinny camel is bigger than a horse, how can it be easy to fight.

Luo Qingyang remained silent, but a sorrowful sword intent erupted from his body.

These years, he has lived with Yi Wenjun in Muliang City. Although he practiced the desolate sword, it is a sword of affection. Therefore, the most powerful thing in his desolate sword is not the kind of sadness, but the sense of time. The sadness of passing.

People will eventually grow old.

And he, and she, are also getting old slowly.

"Young Master."

Three words, the boundary between life and death, the master of life and death, the god of life and death.

In the eyes of Mo Qixuan and Nie Xiaofeng, the world is already gray and white.

Only the powerful sword move in front of him, with its extremely powerful power, has a sense of space fragmentation, and the two are the protagonists in that picture.

As long as the picture is broken, the two of them will become fragments just like the picture.

With difficulty, he raised his sword and made the final resistance.

Sudden.

A figure appeared in front of the two of them.

The figure's left hand is behind his back, and a red long sword is held in his right hand.

One wave.

The black and white world returned to normal.

Only the explosion in the sky that stirred the clouds showed the horror of the sword just now.

The figure turned his head and smiled at the two of them,

"I just said who was fighting, so it was you. Xiaofeng, why don't you dare to speak when you see me!"

Nie Xiaofeng shrank his head,
"Senior, senior, I dare not see you, after all, I am a bit embarrassing to you."

Mo Qixuan looked more majestic, put away his sword gracefully, sat cross-legged on the ground,
"Since you're back, I'll leave this guy to you. We can't handle it."

Mo Qianshang smiled,
"Xiaofeng, there is nothing to be ashamed of. Your sword is good. I can see that you have worked hard these years. But swords are not built behind closed doors. You need more precipitation. I once told you to go to Kunlun to take a look. You go Yet?"

It's hard to imagine that a man who is nearly 30 years old actually made a childlike expression in front of a boy who looked like 16 years old, but Nie Xiaofeng really did it.

Because the young man in front of him is the master in his heart, the person he respects the most.

Nie Xiaofeng scratched his head and smiled foolishly,

"I haven't gone yet. I have been thinking about going again when I have time, but I have never had time."

"Don't think about it. If you want to do it, do it right away. After this is over, go to Kunlun. After seeing the snow and the wind, come to Xueyue City to find me."

Nie Xiaofeng froze for a moment, but inexplicable tears welled up in his eyes.

He heard the overtones of the words.

This is the meaning of accepting him as an entrance wall.

The long wish was about to come true, Nie Xiaofeng knelt down excitedly,

"Disciple Nie Xiaofeng, pay respects to Master."

"Don't kowtow, wait until we return to Xueyue City. Now, let me show you this sword."

Reunited after a long absence, they should have picked up the wine glass and faced each other into three people.

However, if this person is also a swordsman, then what is the best gift to meet again?
The answer is: swords.

Luo Qingyang was shocked at first, he didn't expect Mo Qianshang to come back.

Then he showed a slight smile, the old friend is back, it is indeed worth being happy.

Finally, his eyes showed fighting intent. He has studied the way of sword painstakingly all these years, and now he is only one step away from the illusory realm. Naturally, he will not lose to Mo Qianshang in the way of swordsmanship. Now that Mo Qianshang is back, he is still Can you keep pressing yourself?

"It turned out to be you, no wonder they said that I might not be able to keep it, but do you still have the strength you used to?"

Touching the general in his hand, Mo Qianshang was filled with emotion.

Even though he could end it with one finger, he still had to use a sword. God knows how helpless he is.

Lifting his head slightly, showing a kind smile,

"Is there, you will know if you try it?"

The breeze blows, rolling up fine gravel.

Then dark clouds gathered, and the sky that was originally vast and vast suddenly became dark.

In the dim light, two beams of light were looming.

Swallowing his saliva, Nie Xiaofeng murmured,

"So strong, is this the strength of a top swordsman?"

The white-haired fairy looked at this scene and sighed slightly,
"You are very lucky. What you are seeing now should be the top duel among swordsmen in today's arena."

the other side.

Except for the few people who were sleeping, everyone else was watching this duel of the century.

And what's very funny is that the few people who don't know Mo Qianshang's identity are actually sleeping, except Tiannvrui and Lei Wujie.

"I just said that Shiyue always has a sense of familiarity. It turns out that it is Senior Mo. He came to Sangu City 15 years ago, and I have seen him before."

Lei Wujie also showed an expression of sudden realization,
"So October is that Mozun Mo Qianshang?"

After the words fell, several people looked at him with strange expressions.

If we want to say who has the closest relationship with Mo Qianshang, Lei Wujie must be the well-deserved No.1.

Xiao Se looked at him with an idiot's eyes,
"You really, don't know him?"

Lei Wujie looked bewildered,
"Should I know him?"

Everyone speaks with one voice,

"should!"

　There are two remaining chapters. If it is not released late at night, it will be released tomorrow.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)