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

Chapter 39

The sixth day of June in the fourth year of Mingde is near dusk

The battle is now coming to an end.

Zhao Yindan was exhausted after fighting for so long.

Song Yanhui was repeatedly forced back by Li Hanyi.

Every time he failed in the sword competition, his sword intent was weakened, but Li Hanyi became stronger and stronger.

He knew that he could not lose again.

Take a deep breath and close your eyes.

The boy who was chasing the wind, the wanderer by the Canglang River.

Slowly wake up.

Dreaming back to the Canglang River, how elegant the sword to break the river was. At that time, all he thought about was saving people.

Eyes open suddenly,

"Wanchuan Qiushui"

Leap forward, sword out.

The sword energy is like a rainbow, tearing and coming, the blade sweeps across, and there is a low sound.

This sword was actually somewhat stronger than the previous one.

The girl's eyes lit up,
"Good come!"

Listening to the rain passing across his chest, a crescent moon rises in his eyes, and the cold wind suddenly blows, just like a June day.

"Flying snow and looking at the moon!"

Sword out.

The swords collided.

Wrong body.

The girl turned her head, Ting Yu pointed at Song Yanhui.

"You lost, so according to the agreement, I will abolish your martial arts!"

With a crisp sound, the tip of Duan Shui's sword burst.

A mouthful of blood flowed out from the corner of his mouth, Song Yan looked back at the dead Zhao Yindan in the distance, and smiled wryly.

"Come on, that's fine, at least I don't need to be so tired!"

The girl was indifferent, raised her sword, and stabbed.

"Wait."

The girl sword stopped, puzzled.

Yin Luoxia stepped forward with a complicated expression,

"Song Yanhui, is Peerless City that important?"

Song Yan replied indifferently, "I'm sorry."

Yin Luoxia's eyes were slightly red, "What about me? Am I not important?"

Song Yan replied sadly, "I'm sorry"

Yin Luoxia said angrily,

"What else would you say besides saying sorry?"

"It's different, you have your pride, I have my responsibilities."

"Without your martial arts, are you willing to leave Wushuang City?"

Song Yan shook her head back,
"My martial arts are the same whether they are abandoned or not. This is my life."

"you"

At this moment, Yin Luoxia suddenly understood that it was not a matter of importance.

It's him, it doesn't belong to him at all.

tears?hatred?She couldn't describe the feeling.

So she laughed, and she laughed happily.

Under the smile, her crystal tears turned into fluorescence.

The girl wondered.

"what happened to you?"

"Han Yi, let him go."

The girl glanced at the boy, who nodded silently.

Sheath.

The girl came to him and said doubtfully.

"Qian Shang, it was she who asked me to let Song Yan go back, why did she ask me to let Song Yan go back in the end?"

The boy thought for a moment and sighed.

"It used to be love, now it's letting go."

"don't know."

The young man smiled lightly.

"Actually, I don't understand either. But I think of a poem."

The girl was puzzled, and the boy sighed.

"Bowl."

Time went back half a quarter of an hour ago.

When Li Hanyi and Song Yan returned to the decisive battle.

Zhao Yindan also entered the final struggle.

"Meteor Gun Type [-] - Flying Away"

The gun dances in the wind, the dust is flying, and a gun is like a galloping horse, and the expo is rolling and sweeping.

The three of them looked at each other and resorted to the last resort.

"Heroes dominate the world", the sword turns into a white tiger, and it rushes out in the posture of a beast king.

"Badao-Breaking Heaven", the sword's aura is extremely overbearing, gods block and kill gods, and Buddhas block and kill Buddhas.

"Jingshen Finger", Jingshen sings three times, one finger never leaves, one finger does not return, and one finger sings Jingshen.

A loud bang.

Three strokes pass through the chest.

Zhao Yindan's eyes widened with anger, and all the remaining internal energy exploded, knocking the three of them into the air again.

Blood dripped slowly from the corner of his mouth. He stood there leaning on his long spear with a straight body.

Close your eyes slowly.

Lei Hong and Lei Yunhe stepped forward, shaking their heads at the crowd.

everyone understands,

"He, finally died."

The boy was silent.

This trip to the Peerless City made him sigh too many times, and he also sighed too many times.

Jianghu is much more complicated than he imagined.

He looked at the crying and smiling woman next to him.

"Don't cry. Do you want a treasure map?"

When Yin Luoxia heard the word "treasure map", she wiped tears from her cheeks,
"Yes! Of course I want it! Get out of my way."

The boy and the girl looked at each other and shook their heads. They obviously didn't expect the woman to cheer up so quickly.

He looked at Zhang Muyu who had been watching the play for a while.

"Brother Zhang, let's go"

Zhang Muyu let out a breath,

"Finished? Let's go. Go to the last level."

The three left here.

A few people who shared the spoils and a seriously injured city lord were left behind.

Come to the last island.

The island is lush with forests.

But the most eye-catching thing is still the Chinese toon tree in the middle. Its crown is as big as a football field, which is really surprising.

In ancient times, there was a person with a big toon, who regarded eight thousand years as spring and eight thousand years as autumn, which is probably what he said.

The three jumped to the top of the canopy.

Enter the eye.

A large oval platform.

On the opposite side of the platform, there is a white-haired old man sitting on the ground playing the piano. A red string is hung on the tree behind him. On the red string is the last map of Shiwan Dashan.

On the other side of the platform, the two people clutching their chests and gasping for breath are the long-lost Wenjia Wenhu Wine and Tang Men Tang Linghuang.

In addition, Mo Qianshang discovered that except for Feng Xuejian and Shen Jingzhou, everyone else was here.

"Hey, Miss Luo, didn't you leave? Why are you back?"

"And Luo Qingyang, senior Jingluo, why are you here?"

"Xuanling, Brother Xingxing, Qixuan, Ziyi, are you there too?"

"What's your situation? Didn't you leave?"

At this moment, the girl also noticed the strangeness of the matter,
"Qian Shang, something seems wrong!"

"seems like it."

Jingluo, a fisherman from the East China Sea, came to Mo Qianshang with a serious expression on his face.

"Mr. Mo, something serious has happened. The disciples of Wushuang City outside the island have formed a sword formation, and they are waiting for us to cast ourselves into the trap."

"About how many people?"

"Four to 5000 people. It seems to be ready to go to the island at any time."

The boy thought for a moment and sighed.

"Everyone take a rest first, we will break through when the time comes."

Zhang Muyu asked curiously,
"Brother Mo, aren't you worried?"

"Was it useful to worry about?"

Zhang Muyu froze for a moment, then laughed loudly,

"It makes sense. In a critical situation, the calmer you are, the more confident you can be."

"Senior Whale Fall, what's the situation in front of you?"

Jingluo shook his head, expressing that he didn't know.

The boy had no choice but to walk to the warm pot of wine,
"Brother Wen, you two, didn't you get rid of this guy?"

The warm pot of wine is also helpless at this moment,
"I have used both my Three Character Classic and Tang Linghuang's Rainstorm Pear Blossom Needle. As a result, I still have no choice but to seek the Tao."

"Is he so strong?"

Tang Linghuang came over and said angrily.

"Wen, it's this time, why are you still hiding? It's up to this kid whether he can live now! Otherwise, everyone will die today!"

The warm pot of wine smiled,
"What's the hurry? If you die, you die first!"

Mo Qianshang: "."

Covering his forehead, Mo Qianshang hurriedly stopped the two of them talking.

"Brother Wen, tell me everything else."

The warm pot of wine glared at Tang Linghuang and said with a smile.

"Brother Qianshang, I really have to rely on you this time."

"How to say?"

"Zhang Qiudao, this old boy is desperate. The reason why he didn't die is because he didn't intend to live through today. Dongfangqinglong belongs to wood. He relied on the secret technique of this island to obtain a steady stream of vitality. Now he has stepped on Into a half-step fugue. If Tang and I hadn't run so fast, we would have been killed by him long ago."

"Half-step fugue?"

The warm pot of wine nodded solemnly,

"Nonsense. Did you see the box behind him? The Wushuang sword box left by Ouyang Wushuang, the lord of Wushuang City a hundred years ago. Thirteen flying swords, coupled with Wushuang Tianzong's unique Wushuang sword control skills, except for the one you practiced last night Sword, few here can resist it. I was wondering, didn’t it mean that no one in Wushuang City can open this Wushuang sword box? Why did Zhang Qiudao suddenly work with this old thing?”

Li Hanyi suddenly spoke

"No, he can't use it either."

"Girl, you are from Jianxin Tomb, what do you say?"

"I can see that the sword box is resisting him. He should rely on his strong strength to force him."

"No wonder the sword stopped chasing us when we got here."

Mo Qianshang: "."

At this time, Yin Luoxia and others finally arrived.

As soon as they came into contact with Xuanling and others, they all exclaimed, and immediately understood the situation in front of them.

They looked at Mo Qianshang expectantly.

The young man was speechless, and glanced at everyone one by one.

In the end, I found helplessly that no one was in a slightly better condition, and all of them were partially disabled or completely disabled.

Except, Zhang Muyu.

"Brother Zhang, how many layers of internal energy do you have left?"

Zhang Muyu shrugged,

"Three floors."

juvenile:"."

Seeing it like this, the girl chuckled,
"Qian Shang, show your sword, let us see your peerless sword."

Hearing the words, the young man said softly.

"You want to see?"

"Of course, I really want to know what kind of demeanor Sword Immortal Yijian should be."

"Okay! If you want to see it, I will satisfy you."

Say it.

The boy walked to the center, and the old man in white playing the piano slowly stopped playing the piano.

"Can you play the piano?"

The young man nodded.

"meeting!"

"What do you hear from my violin?"

"Death will."

"Any more?"

"relief."

The old man sighed,
"You really know the piano, but unfortunately, you are destined to die here today."

"I won't die."

"Are you confident?"

"of course."

"A very good young man. You are that Mo Qianshang, right?"

"Yes"

"As soon as you came to Wushuang City, I followed you. But I didn't expect that your influence would be so great."

"It's because you want too much."

"It's not that we want more, but that we don't want to lose."

"The more you don't want to lose, the more you will lose what you want to hold."

"What you said makes sense. Unfortunately, there are always people who don't understand."

"Then let them understand."

"Understand? It's easier said than done. We often talk about restoring the glory of our ancestors and honoring their prestige. Now, since the glory is still in my Wushuang City, do you think they are willing to give it up?"

The boy is silent,

"You still value this false name too much."

"Whether it's fame or glory, everything can't be turned back. Are you ready?"

"Can I wait a minute?"

"can."

The young man closed his eyes, and the swords he had learned floated before his eyes one by one.

"Moon Evening Flower Morning"

"military force"

"Desert Yellow Sand"

"And light and dust"

"..."

Thousands of swords, thousands of swords, turned into one sword.

This sword is what he has learned all his life, and it is also his most extreme sword.

Although he has only been in this world for one year, he has been with the sword all day for the past ten years, and he has long been indistinguishable from each other.

Therefore, he chose to ask the sword to the sky.

Because no one is qualified to take this sword.

Sword up.

Mo Xie sword, the meaning is unparalleled, the situation is changing, and the sword is nine.

Evening recedes, night and day come.

swing out.

A sword that cannot be described in words flew out with an air of arrogance and peerlessness.

The only light in the night is nothing more than this.

The sword soared into the sky, broke through layers of strong winds, and reached 33 days away.

across the Laurel Asgard.

Fairy Chuoyue seemed to exclaim.

across the gate of heaven.

Heaven will rebuke.

"Who dares to offend Tianwei!"

Finally, across a stretch of the Milky Way.

As a result, the Milky Way hangs upside down, and the sky and horses fly across the sky.

Suddenly, a sound exploded in everyone's ears.

"Bullshit."

Everyone recovered.

Look at the field again.

There is no night, no fairy palace, no gate of heaven.

Some are just the soaring sword intent on Mo Qianshang's body.

Everyone thought about it and felt that they had misread it.

Only the three of the Taoist sect looked at each other, Zhang Muyu looked solemn.

"Did you see it?"

Wang and his party swallowed their saliva with Xuanling, then nodded slowly.

But whether this is a dream or an illusion, who can tell?
at this time.

The wind suddenly picked up, flying sand and rocks.

A cloud of golden mist suddenly floated in the sky, accompanied by golden flowers.

The clouds rolled, and an empty circle appeared in the center, and a ray of dawn shot in from outside the clouds, slowly moving towards the young man.

The crowd exclaimed.

"Auspicious? Blessed by heaven!"

at this time.

Southern Xueyue City.

Nangong Chunshui took a sip of the Tianshu of the Seven Starry Night Wine, and looked at the vision in the sky in the distance, amazed.

"I didn't expect Qianshang to go to Wushuang City, and the way of the sword can still step into the sword fairyland."

Take another sip of wine, and take another look at the distant sky

"Really, poof"

Even if they are gods and immortals, they can't help but spit out the wine at this moment.

Nangong Chunshui cursed angrily.

"You little bastard, you just keep staring at me, the number one in the world, don't you? No, you must beat him up this time! Otherwise, you won't have a chance in the future."

Peerless City.

Everyone was dumbfounded and dumbfounded.

Even Zhang Qiudao is the same.

because.

A sword aura tens of meters long pierced the sky and destroyed the vision.

And the person who drew the sword was actually Mo Qianshang.

No one expected that he would use his first sword to cut down the sky.

How absurd, how absurd.

Mo Qianshang looked fearless.

Mo Xie got into the sheath.

"Come uninvited? Did I ask you to bless me?"

In the distance, clouds appeared again.

But this time, it was a black cloud.

Billowing black clouds rushed towards the face, and the world was dark.

Obviously, Tiandao is angry, and he must give someone a look.

The black cloud overwhelms the city and wants to destroy it.

Mo Qianshang snorted coldly,
"Again?"

So, he made another sword strike.

This time the color is ice blue.

It still reaches tens of meters.

A sword pierced the sky, and the black cloud broke a hole.

The sword energy exploded, and the chill broke out.

All the dark clouds turned into rain.

The feeling of darkness disappeared in an instant.

Everyone stared blankly at the young man who swung his sword again.

So bold, so domineering.

Holding a sword in the rain, the world of mortals is rolling.

The lead is washed away, and the bohemian is unruly.

Young people should be self-improving, why should they lower their eyebrows as much as possible.

The boy was about to speak.

Sudden.

Lightning explodes on the flat ground, lightning strikes in the void,

A thunderbolt struck the boy's head in an instant.

Hair stood on end and smoke billowed.

The boy was stunned for a moment before he realized that he had been attacked unexpectedly.

Pointing his sword at the sky, he roared,
"Don't talk about martial arts morality! If you have the ability to face it, I will woo woo woo"

Xuanling hugged the boy's thigh, almost crying.

"Brother Mo! Don't make trouble. If you make trouble again, I will really give you the God of Nine Heavens! That's the way of heaven!"

Wang and his party hugged the boy's waist, almost crying.

"Brother Qianshang, you are too fierce! People just give you a blessing, and you are going to slash him, that is a blessing from heaven! How many people dream of not understanding! You actually slashed him twice, you don't want to kill him!" Already!"

Zhang Muyu desperately covered his mouth, and smiled wryly.

"Brother Mo, don't be impulsive! Oh, I really admire you. This trip to Wushuang City really opened my eyes."

And this time.

There was a gentle sound like a mountain spring hitting a stone.

"Qian Shang, don't be impulsive."

Just five words.

The teenager, who could not be suppressed by the three, stopped struggling.

The three breathed a sigh of relief, quickly let go of the boy, and said in unison.

"There's Miss Hanyi."

The girl bowed her head and came to the boy's side. Seeing that his hair was all standing up, she couldn't help covering her mouth and smiling.

"Qian Shang, heaven's blessing is a good thing, why do you refuse?"

The boy put his sword back into its sheath, scratched his head, and said with a smile.

"Han Yi, do you know what a Sword Immortal is??"

The girl looked confused and shook her head slightly.

"Sword Immortal, the sword is in line with the Tao. Just now when Xiangrui first came, I found that I was inexplicably compatible with this world. At that time, I realized that Xiangrui may not be beneficial to me.

The sword is in harmony with the way of heaven, with its own power of heaven.But success is also the way of heaven, and failure is also the way of heaven.The rules of the Dao of Heaven are very different in each place. If you use the Dao of Heaven to understand the way of swordsmanship, you are subject to the sky.

My sword doesn't want to be controlled by the sky, so I can't accept the blessing of heaven. "

"What if I accept it?"

"Then this Peerless City will be my home field from now on. Here, my sword will exert [-]% of its power."

The girl was slightly surprised,

"So strong?"

"Of course, but if I leave here, I guess there will only be less than nine floors left. I won't take it now, as long as I continue to grow, then no matter where I go, my sword will not change in any way. Only in this way can I qualify Aspire to a higher mountain."

"Then you are fighting against Tiandao to ask for the sword?"

The young man was slightly embarrassed, and said with a sneer,

"Impulsive at the moment, impulsive at the moment. Hanyi, go back quickly, it won't be better if you get hurt later."

The girl lowered her head and smiled, she already understood.

All of this is nothing more than youthful willfulness.

Stepping on the waves, the wind is vigorous, and we will live up to our youth and strive for the day and night.

Teenagers should be like this.

The girl took two steps back, turned her head, and continued to exhort.

"Remember, don't be willful again."

The young man looked serious,
"understand!"

Only then did the girl feel relieved to leave.

The girl's concern is like a clear spring, soaking into his heart.

Mo Qianshang sorted out his image and looked at Zhang Qiudao.

"Senior, it's okay now."

Zhang Qiudao sighed,
"Sword Immortal who is only in Jiuxiao? It's really rare."

Mo Qianshang shook his head,
"A sword is a sword. Whether it's Jiuxiao or Daxiaoyao, the result is the same. In the end, it's just an understanding of the sword. As for the sword fairy? Sorry, I'm not."

"But the gap in realm cannot be avoided."

Mo Qianshang stood proudly.

"No. With a sword in your hand, you can kill Xiaoyao with Vajra, or you can kill Xiaoyao with half a step. There are golden arhats in Buddhism, and killing Xiaoyao with King Kong is like killing a chicken. There is no superior method in Taoism. Step. Although the realm is important, in the final analysis it is just a difference in understanding. And I have confidence in my sword."

right hand,
"Sword Comes"

Three-foot Qingfeng in hand,

"Senior, today, I also want to use Jiuxiao and my sword to try half a step like you."

"Can"

Zhang Qiudao's face was indifferent, and he played the strings with seven notes.

"Yun Shuo, Light Shuang, Feng Xiao, Red Leaf, Butterfly, Jue Ying, Killing, Breaking Calamity, Yu Ruyi, Wrapping Fingers"

The sound of the zither sounded, and the ten swords came out together.

There were howling sounds one after another, and the sound of sharp swords piercing through the air one after another.

The sound of the piano echoed, and the ambush from all sides created a kind of lore.

Seeing the overwhelming power, Li Hanyi was slightly shocked.

"Is this the Peerless Sword Box?"

Yin Luoxia put her right hand on her shoulder and shook her head.

"No, this is only part of it. There are still three swords yet to come out. They are Cang, Mang, and Great Ming Suzaku"

Li Hanyi froze for a moment, turned his head, and turned his shoulders, "Yin Luoxia, you are too close to me."

Yin Luoxia didn't hear it, she approached her ear and whispered.

"Han Yi, we are all women, what are we afraid of? I just saw you and thought it was a bit strange, how come you are so prettier all of a sudden. Did this guy on the field give you all the things he robbed?"

Li Hanyi blushed, lowered his head,

"You, how do you know."

Yin Luoxia rolled her eyes and said enviously.

"No one here can see that he cares about you."

"No way."

Seeing the girl shy, Yin Luoxia chuckled, and didn't intend to tease her any longer. Seeing that the young man on the field was still at ease in this lore, she couldn't help but sigh with emotion.

"As soon as these ten swords are released, to be honest, no one present can bear them. Only that guy on the field can handle them so easily."

Li Hanyi nodded,
"Qian Shang has become a Sword Immortal, although he has abandoned it like a shoe. But this is an unchangeable fact. Therefore, if he cannot surpass his understanding of swords, he will have a certain degree of suppression of other people's swords."

"I see"

On the field.

Mo Qianshang turned sideways to avoid the Ruozhirou that appeared from behind. Mo Xie lightly tapped the sword of the Ruozhirou, and the light of the sword on the body of the Ruozhirou dimmed instantly, and staggered back behind Zhang Qiudao.

This has happened several times.

Currently on the field, only Yu Ruyi, Shasheng, Jueying, and Hongye are still there, and the rest have all retreated behind Zhang Qiudao.

The sound of the zither was long, and the four swords flew back.

Declare the end of this first wave of attacks.

The sound of the piano stops.

Zhang Qiudao was impressed.

"As expected of a young man who dared to cut down the sky. A sword fairy is indeed not enough to describe your sword."

Facing the old man's praise, Mo Qianshang slightly shook his head,

"There's something wrong with your sword."

The old man lightly touched the strings with his little finger, and let out a soft moan.

"Oh? Did you see it?"

"Of course. Your sword doesn't suit you, and there is a hint of resistance. It should be forcibly used by you. Obviously, you can't let them recognize the master. Besides, this is not the way of the sword, but the way of immortality."

"how do I say this?"

"Wu Shuang Yujianshu looks like the way of the sword, but it is multi-purpose, relying on the number and the sword itself, and has nothing to do with the way of the sword. The real way of the sword is composed of various basic sword skills such as swinging, chopping, chopping, picking, and stabbing. One One move, all sweat and memory.

The ancients said that sharpening a sword in ten years is the way for ordinary people to ask for a sword.So, yours is the way of immortality, and mine is the way of swordsmanship.For me, even if I don't have a sword in my hand, I can use everything in the world as a sword.Because, the sword is me, I am the sword, every move of the sword is in my heart.As far as you are concerned, if there is no Wushuang sword box, can you still have the power you have today? "

Zhang Qiudao was stunned for a moment, the corner of his mouth touched, and he sighed.

"Perhaps you are right, but what about the way of immortality and the way of swords? You don't understand the true power of the Wushuang sword box at all. As long as you find the real successor, one day, the city of Wushuang will be able to dominate the world again."

Mo Qianshang sneered and said,

"With a dead thing?"

Zhang Qiudao's face flushed instantly, and he scolded angrily.

"Ignorant boy, what do you know! Back then, Ouyang Wushuang, the city lord, relied on it to dominate the world, who would dare not obey."

Mo Qianshang helplessly shook his head and sighed.

"Well. Since you said so, I will make a bet with you."

"What bet?"

"20 years later, Ninety-nine Chongyang, Huashan discusses swords"

"Huashan tournament?"

"If the next generation of Wushuang City can open the Wushuang sword box, I will send my disciples to fight with it. How? At that time, it will be clear at a glance whether it is the way of immortality or the way of swords."

"Okay! The old man promises you!"

Humanity is insignificant, the path of immortality, all living beings can only walk with the sword.

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(End of this chapter)