Misery: my feet step out of the flames of war

Ye Xiaochai's family ethics drama runs slowly at the normal flow rate in the long river of time.

When Feng Yue Mo Rong arrived at the Sword Prisoner's Cut, he was shocked to see a young man standing on the stone platform, holding a broadsword tightly in one hand and the Ming Shen in the other. There was a look of pain on his face, but his figure remained motionless.

Changri Kunzhen stared coldly at the man and the sword.

"Master, what is this?"

Fengyue Mo Rong could tell at a glance that this young man was not a swordsman.

"Ahem! You fought with someone and lost."

Changri Kunzhao glanced at the scars on Fengyue Morong's arm.

"I can't kill him."

"I've taught you everything I need to teach you, but you still can't break through the last realm...ahem! You're a useless person, I'm disappointed."

"Learn to the highest level, kill one person...Kill one person, kill one person."

Who to kill?

Those who want to be killed cannot be killed.

Fengyue Mo Rong came full of hope, but all she heard was contempt, all she saw was cold eyes, and the despair in her heart was even worse.

A person practices very hard, no matter it is windy or rainy, no matter spring, summer, autumn or winter, without any entertainment or relaxation, and lives with the goal of defeating someone.

Finally, it was time for a duel with that person, but the unsuspecting person defeated him easily.

This is such a cruel and ironic scene.

The moment the stone statue by the river was shattered, the statue in Feng Yue Mo Rong's heart also disintegrated, leaving only nothing.

Kill someone?

In a daze, Feng Yue Mo Rong raised Misty Rain and wiped it towards his neck.

"Feng Yue Mo Rong, what are you doing?"

A scream rang out, and then a sharp sword light struck, knocking the sword out of Feng Yue Morong's hand.

Fengyue Mo Rong came to her senses, and it was Sang Rou who chased her.

"Kill one person! Kill one person! I only want you to kill people. It's better not to let such a master go. Feng Yue Mo Rong, let's get out of here!"

Sang Rou pulled Feng Yue Mo Rong up, trying to pull him away from this cage-like chasm.

Unexpectedly, there was a flash of cold light, which was so cold that it penetrated the heart. The world gradually blurred in Sangrou's eyes, leaving only a bloody tide.

"Feng Yue Morong, I don't blame you... I just hope you understand that this is not the real way of swordsmanship..."

"Sangrou!"

Fengyue Mo Rong hugged Sang Rou who was slowly falling. After several hesitations, he still killed her. She was the only friend and true love in the world.

"Kill one person, I did it, now tell me, what is the real way of swordsmanship?"

Changri Kunxuan, who chose to watch and remain silent when faced with his friends killing each other, now had a look of disgust on his face.

"Killing the heart for the sword, the sword is not pure, the heart is not sincere, ahem! How can we talk about the way of swordsmanship?"

"you!"

"Defeat Ye Xiaochai, or I will kill you personally next time we meet."

"Killing is like child's play. Is this your swordsmanship? Changri Kunxuan, no wonder you lost to Ling Jueding, because you have no heart at all, hahahahaha!"

Fengyue Morong laughed wildly and left the sword prisoner's trench.

The sky is full of wind and snow, the mountains are silent, there is no way forward and no way back, the lost swordsman embraces the body of his old friend and treks step by step.

Le Xunyuan in the Sword Domain has been forced into a desperate situation by Changri Kunqiu, who is guarding the gate.

The first style: Exploring, observe with the mind's eye, and use the power of the sword to test.

Le Xunyuan used up a page of the book and all the tricks that Bo Xun and Mu Shen had left in the "Sacred Scripture of the Demonic Buddha". No matter how unexpected he was, Changri Kunqi cracked Le Xunyuan's exquisite layout with just a casual sword strike. Instead, Le Xun Yuan was forced to be in danger frequently. "I didn't expect that at such a young age, you could practice the supreme Confucian style and many magical skills? Tsk tsk, any martial arts is a priceless treasure. What on earth are you, brat?"

"Senior, I will be born in a long time. Even if I tell you, you won't know, eh!"

"What crazy nonsense are you talking about?"

Le Xunyuan was at a loss to explain. Taking advantage of Chang Rikun's confusion, he retreated momentarily and pulled out the Minghong Sword, which was made from the special product of Zizhou Jingyuan, the flowing silver iron. It was forged by King Ju himself and named by Lord Wu.

The color of this knife is extremely bright, gold with purple in it, but the sword energy it emits is red. It is astonishingly heavy and can be long or short.

Le Xunyuan slashed out with his sword, the brilliance circulated, the sound was like thunder, and countless flames rose up in the sword area, burning fiercely.

"Slaying Wolf and Burning Earth Technique!"

"Good knife, good knife skills!"

The second form: Be humble, use retreat as advance, use defense as offense, and be undefeated.

Sonorous! Sonorous! Clang, clang, clang!

The swords and swords intersected fiercely, shooting out sparks in the narrow space. The powerful sword movements and unparalleled sword intent reflected the two people's increasingly crazy fighting spirit.

Although the weapon was good, Le Xun Yuan's foundation was still shallow. After a few moves, Chang Ri Kun's strength increased again, and an unprecedented sword light rushed in, sending Le Xun Yuan flying.

thump!

As he fell into the dust, Le Xunyuan's energy and blood surged, and he spat out a mouthful of vermilion again.

For a long time, Kun and Tho never gave in, and Zhan Ya followed him, waving his hands with the same movement and a murderous intention.

Crackling!

There was another series of loud noises, and a giant dragon suddenly emerged from the sword field. Then a golden light shone brightly, and pieces of debris exploded wherever the sword light touched.

"Oh? You have body-protecting energy and various protective artifacts. You're not an easy kid."

"Mu Tian Qihu saved my life, but sooner or later this debt will have to be paid back to you. I'm afraid you won't be able to pay it in the future."

Mu Tian Qihu, who was obtained from the Yuliang Emperor, was destroyed. Le Xunyuan was heartbroken. Now that the enemy was facing the enemy, survival was the most important thing. He wiped the vermilion from the corner of his mouth and stood up tenaciously.

"That's not a small tone. You have run out of tricks, and my patience has also run out. With the last move, I will let you die without regrets."

"Death is the only regret that comes from searching far away."

"If you die in the One-Style Three Realms, you will be ranked among the world's masters."

Changri Kunzhu raised his sword, his lazy smile faded, and his expression became solemn, even a little pious. This was the respect a swordsman showed his opponent and himself.

The third form: Wu Xin Jue Nian, a sure-win sword.

Le Xunyuan put away the Minghong Sword and held it with both hands, like a full moon.

In an instant, a mysterious force that did not belong to this world appeared out of nowhere in the domain and was immediately injected into Le Xunyuan's body.

"What are you doing, kid? But in the true way of swordsmanship, everything is just trivial."

"Aura of clear knowledge·Return to nature in desperate situation!"

These two martial arts came from the Xuanmai Baojian. After the Heavenly Master obtained it from the tomb of Jiutian Xuanzun, he copied a copy and gave it to Wujun. Naturally, Wujun taught it to his beloved disciple.

Returning to basics in desperate situations can burst out several times of power when life is in danger, which can be understood as temporarily taking status medicine.

The spiritual energy and knowledge can not only improve the physical strength, but also detect all the moves of the opponent. Combined with Le Xunyuan's original Ming Qi martial arts foundation, he can absorb part of the opponent's attacks for his own use.

This is martial arts from the Book of Heaven. Even if Ling Jueding stands at the top of the sword, there is no way to imagine that his attacks will be absorbed by his opponent.

The biggest secret of the Three Styles and One Realm, and also the key to the long-lasting failure of Chang Ri Kun Tho, was realized by Le Xunyuan while listening to the old monk's story.

Only when you let go of your obsessions and have no intention can you realize the Tao. (End of chapter)