"The cold moon shines on the lonely city, and the west gate blows light snow!"
The voice of the ancient vicissitudes echoed in Su Bai''s mind like a bone maggot. The cold moonlight tore open the endless darkness and reflected it in Su Bai''s black eyes. Su Bai slowly opened his eyes and looked up at the towering palace in front of him.
Willow catkins like snowflakes swayed down and covered the ground with silver frost. The biting cold wind gently brushed the corner of the cornice, and the repressed breath penetrated into the red tile carving wall.
Su Bai glanced over the ten thousand towers and stayed under the full moon. Two lonely figures like snow stood upright, like sculptures standing on the Taihe hall since ancient times. The cold moonlight outlined their pale and cold faces more lonely.
"On the night of the full moon, at the top of the Forbidden City, a sword came to the west, and immortals flew out of the sky." Su Bai murmured softly. The familiar scene in front of him had been printed in the depths of his soul. However, when he witnessed this scene again, Su Bai still couldn''t suppress his inner shock and inexplicable depression. His eyes stopped on the figure as cold as ice and snow in the distant mountains on the road, "Ye Gu city!"
Only after truly understanding Ye Gucheng''s sword meaning, Su Bai could fully realize Ye Gucheng''s loneliness that could not be melted in the middle of the night. The only ornament in Ye Gucheng''s world was the white clouds and the sea, holding the sword and walking alone in the boundless kendo.
His eyes turned slightly. Su Bai looked at Ximen blowing snow. His figure was still standing in the wind and snow. His eyes were not as cold as when Su Bai first saw him in the past. However, the lonely shadow still passed in the depths of his lonely eyes.
Pale moon, pale sword and pale face, Su Bai looked at two snow white clothes and murmured, "it turns out that when loneliness spreads, whether it''s Ye Gucheng or Ximen blowing snow, they are all the same lonely. Only those who are high can feel the loneliness. They may be the people who know the high cold but prefer the high cold."
These two figures, one as cold as ice and snow on a distant mountain, and the other as lonely as a meteor on a winter night.
At this time, a melodious sword sound rippled up. The sword spirit rushed into the sky, the stars were dim, and the silver moon was faded. Ye Gucheng stared at the sword peak in his hand. His eyes never stopped on Ximen blowing snow. The breeze blew over the long-standing Taihe hall and blew the boundless snowflakes. Ye Gucheng walked out slowly with the sword, and his clothes fluttered like floating clouds, Like a banished immortal, elegant and unparalleled.
Looking at the cold sword peak, Su Bai suddenly felt that the moonlight was as cold as snow in the late winter.
to be sonorous! A clear cry like nine days away tore open the piercing cold wind. Under the gaze of Su Bai, Ximen chuixue''s sword seemed to be out of its sheath. The sword peak that made the stars pale in vain became inexplicably heavy. This heaviness was even bound by invisible lines.
All the brilliance of heaven and earth is concentrated on these two immortal swords, and those two equally white hands seem to have been held on them. At the moment of the wind and snow, these two immortal swords have been stabbed out. The amazing and beautiful sword light breaks away from the shackles of the world and remains independent of heaven and earth, as quiet as the misty clouds, Moving like a flying fairy, the beautiful sword light blew snow and stabbed Ximen slowly.
Su Bai clenched his hands and turned his eyes to Ximen chuixue. His eyes were not as cold as in the past, and the ancient sword in his hand was not as fierce as in the past. It was the invisible line that bound Ximen chuixue''s sword. Su Bai knew that Ximen chuixue was no longer the sword God of the past. His sword was originally the sword of the sword God, but now he has human feelings and he is no longer a God, It''s people.
"Ximen chuixue''s sword is half a beat slower than ye Gucheng''s sword." Su Bai murmured, staring at the cold sword peak in Ye Gucheng''s hand. At the moment when they were about to touch, the fresh wind gently flicked away its sword peak, and ye Gucheng''s chest met Ximen chuixue''s sword like elegant white clouds.
A series of blood flowers swayed down at Ximen''s snow blowing sword peak again. At this moment, it seemed to become eternal and integrate into Su Bai''s soul. Even if he had seen it in the past, Su Bai''s heart was still so depressed. He raised his head, looked away from the sword peak and turned to the sky. The stars had disappeared, and the moon had been buried in the dawn, However, the world seems colder and darker.
Su Bai saw Ximen chuixue gently blowing the blood on the sword. It seemed that only this white figure was left on the top of the purple forbidden.
Through the shining sword body like snow, Su Bai saw a lonely and pale face reflected on it. Those eyes had unspeakable fatigue and loneliness. The enemy who respected more than his friends had died under his sword. In the future, he could only taste the lonely loneliness alone. His heart was colder and his people seemed more lonely. Who else in such a big world could be worth his sword?
Su Bai saw Ximen chuixue hiding his sword, picked up the cold body, picked up the cold sword, and stepped on the cold sword light to disappear into the dawn at the top of the purple ban. The cold snow catkins gradually covered up the dazzling crimson. Su Bai felt that the sword had lost its previous coldness. Ximen blew light snow, and the sword was no longer out. Who will blow blood in the wind and snow in the future?
Looking at his back, Su Bai took a step to chase after him, just as he saw the figure walking in the ancient road in the setting sun in the past, but the figure was colder.
On the dusk ancient road full of setting sun, a sword tomb stands lonely at the end, and the snow like figure is standing lonely in front of the sword tomb. Su Bai saw Ximen chuixue and the sword tomb when he appeared in the ancient road. He knew that the unique swordsman was buried in the sword tomb.
Staring at the sword tomb, Su Bai bowed slightly.
Su Bai knew that whether it was Ximen blowing snow in front of him or Ye Gucheng buried in it, it was a mentor for him.
So far, he still remembers Ye Gucheng''s sentence that you learn sword and the elegant figure soaring among the white clouds. Su Bai turned his head and looked at Ximen chuixue. There was unspeakable loneliness and coldness on his snow pale face: "has he decided to hide his sword forever, just as he wants to bury Ye Gucheng''s body forever?"
Su Bai suddenly sighed and stared at the dusk. The breeze came with a faint fragrance of plum blossom. At the same time, it rolled up the white clouds at the end of the sky. These white clouds gradually dispersed, as if they were blown to the sky by the breeze, the lonely city standing among the white clouds.
After a long time, Ximen chuixue said, "you learn sword?"
In an instant, Su Bai only heard a melodious and crisp sound of the sword, which sounded in the late evening. Su Bai saw Ximen chuxue''s white right hand hanging slightly from his sleeve had been raised. His hand seemed to hold an invisible sword and gently brushed the swaying plum blossoms and snowflakes. The snowflakes and plum blossoms within a few meters immediately swept around, The terrible ripples came out between heaven and earth, and the bloody plum blossom became scarlet.
There seemed to be a blood rain between heaven and earth, and the figure in white was standing in front of the sword tomb, smiling. Until all the petals covered the sword tomb, Ximen chuixue turned to the end of the ancient road and disappeared in the wind and snow.
Su Bai looked at the figure far away. Was that the sword God''s smile?
"There is a sword technique that no one can see, because everyone who has seen it has been buried."
"There is a loneliness that cannot be described in words, because it comes from the depths of the soul."
Su Bai murmured softly. He looked down at the Qingfeng ancient sword around his waist. In the blink of an eye, he raised the ancient sword in the wind, flowers and snow. His disorderly sword technique. In the future, let me blow the blood on the blade and the snow in the world.
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In the center of the map of the sword domain is a sea of blood, and in the center of the sea of blood is a huge sky sword building.
The skyward sword tower is a hundred feet high and magnificent.
The majestic breath flows in the scarlet sky connecting giant building. Five huge bridges like Changhong span the sea of blood. One end connects the sky connecting giant building and the other end connects the surrounding broken land. At the same time, five scarlet sword steles are standing on the huge bridge. These sword steles are more than ten feet high. A breath of silence pervades these sword steles, and the breath of vicissitudes hovers on them.
The breeze gently brushed the sea of blood, and the surging blood river immediately aroused blood flowers, which splashed on the huge bridge. The huge bridge seemed like a sponge and swallowed up these blood water. At the same time, the five sword steles were filled with light blood light.
Chu Ge stood with his hands on his back, looked at the magnificent five sword steles in front of him, and turned his eyes to the other four patriarchs: "according to the original agreement of the five patriarchs, the five patriarchs made efforts to open the Tongtian sword building in front of him at the same time. Whether they can get the inheritance depends on the opportunities of the patriarchs. You should have no opinion."
Although the voice of Chu song is indifferent, it has inexplicable dignity.
The leader of the sword Pavilion, Dao Wentian, took the lead in walking towards the sword monument on the far right. The powerful breath emanated from his body. Dao Wentian pressed his hands on the sword monument, and the Qi in his body surged out like a tide. When it was implemented into the sword monument, the sword monument showed a faint light in vain: "let''s start."
Qin Xiaoyao, the leader of Tianya Pavilion, and Bai Lixi, the leader of baichi sect, also went to their respective sword steles.
Chu Ge glanced at Zhu Zongqiang and said in a cold voice, "you should be on guard from now on, but any monster that appears within a few miles should be cleaned up immediately. Langya sect is headed by Li Muchen and is responsible for the position in the East, while other sect elders are responsible for other positions."
"I hope the various sects can give up their gratitude and resentment."
"Otherwise, if it causes a wave of animals, I''m afraid everyone present will be buried here."
"I Zhuang mengge is in charge of the south side." Zhuang Buzhou said with a smile and walked up to the second sword monument on the right.
"My baichi sect disciple is in charge of the west side."
"My sword Pavilion disciple is in charge of the north side."
"My Tianya Pavilion disciples are mainly responsible for building defense lines in areas within a few miles."
Chu song went straight to the sword stele in the center, and his hands also fell on the sword stele. In an instant, the five sword steles glowed in vain.
At the same time, five strong men rushed out.
"The array hall and the punishment hall left five elders here respectively." Li Muchen turned to the strong man of Langya sect and charged, "although the five sects are going to work together to open the five sky Cambridge, it is inevitable that some sects will make obstacles in the dark."
"Remember, we must not let other strong people close to the patriarch, okay?" Li Muchen said in a low voice.
"Understand!" ten strong men of Langya sect immediately walked out.
"Li Muchen, your temperament has not changed at all, and you are as cautious as ever." a hearty laugh sounded in vain on the right side, and soon a middle-aged man appeared like a ghost. The middle-aged man''s eyebrows were filled with a dark and fierce color, and a ferocious sword scar ran across his whole face, making his face look particularly ferocious, At the moment, the middle-aged man is looking at Li Muchen with a smile, and the killing in his eyes is not covered up at all.
Looking at this figure, Li Muchen frowned slightly: "because I don''t want to be killed in the dark by some haunted guys."
"Hehe, Li Muchen, do you mean brother Qingya and I?" there was another light laugh. Among the strong men in Tianya Pavilion, a middle-aged man in a green shirt came out. The middle-aged man''s face was originally very handsome, but there was also a sword scar on his face. It was this sword scar that destroyed his face, The most striking is the middle-aged man''s hands, which are unusually broad and his fingers are extremely slender,
You can vaguely see the edge flashing on it.
"After all, Dao Qingya and you tianfengyan both have criminal records, which makes people have to guard against." Li Muchen raised his eyes and looked at the middle-aged man in the green shirt.
Hearing the speech, Qingshan middle-aged Tian Fengyan gently rubbed the ferocious sword marks on his face and said with a smile: "that''s right. If Su Ying hadn''t been present at the beginning, I think the leader of Langya sect, Chu Ge, might have died in the hands of brother Qingya and me. Now I think of something that will be quite regrettable."
"You should be glad to get back this life in Su Ying''s hands." Li Muchen said coldly. When they were trying to open the Tongtian sword building, the two guys actually shot behind their backs. If Su Ying hadn''t been careful in advance, I''m afraid he and Chu Ge would have died in the hands of these two guys.
Dao Qingya gently covered the scar on his face, and his voice was very hoarse: "although he picked up his life, Su Ying also left a lifetime of shame for brother Fengyan and me." unfortunately, Su Ying died early, otherwise I could wash away the shame of the past myself today. " At this point, Dao Qingya''s voice became very dull: "listen to those guys in Zhuang mengge saying that Su Ying''s son is also in the picture of sword territory?"
With his long white hair, Li Muchen looked at the two people faintly: "what? You suffered a loss in Su Ying''s hand, and now you still want to get it back from his son? Tut Tut, Dao Qingya, it seems that the more you live, the more you go back. You also want to do such shameless things."
"Brother Qingya and I are at least the first of the sword Pavilion and Tianya Pavilion. If we really want to fight against a younger generation, I''m afraid we won''t have much face to stand on the barren yazong in the future." Tianfeng Yan''s face always has a smile. However, against the background of the sword mark, he still smiles very ferociously and meaningfully: "The younger generation''s affairs should naturally be left to the younger generation to solve. Tut Tut, at the beginning, Su Ying was known as the first person in Huangya, which made my Tianya Pavilion disciple look up. I don''t know how much his son has Su Ying''s ability?"
"Go!"
Tianfengyan galloped to the north with the strong man of Tianya Pavilion.
The sword Pavilion looked at Li Muchen with a smile, shook its head and said, "every time the sword domain map is opened, the five sects will lose many disciples, and I don''t know how many disciples will be able to walk out of the sword domain map safely this time. In the past, you Langya sect had the largest number of surviving disciples every time, so I don''t know what will happen this time."
Whether it is Tianfeng''s words or Dao Qingya, there is a hint of threat between the words.
"First of all, take the sword to light the end of the world. Tianfeng said that the gratitude and resentment between them and Su Ying would not easily let Su Bai go. I''m afraid they had told the disciples of the sect that if Su Bai met the disciples of sword Pavilion and Tianya Pavilion, it would be more or less bad." a strong man of the punishment hall was worried.
Looking at the distant figure, Li Muchen''s gloomy face showed a little smile. Su Bai''s brilliant smile appeared in his mind and shook his head: "Those two disciples have the same virtue as these two guys. At the beginning, Su Ying could suppress this guy to death, and Su Bai could also suppress the disciples of Dao Jian Pavilion and Tianya Pavilion. Who will win? Moreover, our Langya sect disciples are not a bag of wine and rice this time."
"With Su Bai''s strength, he is naturally not afraid of ordinary sword Pavilion and Tianya Pavilion disciples, but if he meets taiyesheng of sword Pavilion and Mu Yang of Tianya Pavilion, he will be in some danger." a strong man of the Qi hall also interrupted.
Hearing the speech, Li Muchen frowned slightly. Indeed, with the strength of Su Bai, it was still very reluctantly to deal with the disciples at the level of taiyesheng and Muyang. However, the cards in the hands of the former should be able to retreat. After all, the sword meaning and sword array are beyond the control of ordinary people. Thinking of this, Li Muchen smiled more: "don''t worry, that little guy doesn''t die so easily."
Moreover, the guy''s luck wouldn''t be so bad. He casually met taiyesheng and Muyang of the sword Pavilion