Brother is always slapping his face

"Tell me... isn't your high disciple Wu Shaokun and the daughter of the demon Qiangwei dead? And what is the name of their only son... what is the name..." He Liancong asked himself: "Yes... the name is ...the name is Wu Yutang..."

Gently put down the master, Mo Zhannan got up slowly, and said in a calm tone: "Yes, Wu Shaokun and the demon princess Qiangwei are my parents, and I am their only son--Wu Yutang, ten Years ago, your four great immortal sects besieged our demon clan, killing countless people, and blood flowed like rivers, I dare not die, because I want you to pay with blood!"

As soon as these words came out, Mo Zhannan's black devilish energy surged up and down, and he turned into a leaping dragon, baring his teeth and claws, making roaring sounds, and following his light steps, he approached the frightened Helian every step of the way. Father and son.

They hurriedly fought with their swords, and Mo Zhannan waved his arms, and in his hand was a shiny black sword with a dragon pattern engraved on the hilt, which was extremely majestic and cold.

"Li Shang Sword..." When Rong Weichuan uttered the name of the sword, everyone turned pale with astonishment.

No one knows how Mo Zhannan did it. With a wave of his hand, the legendary "Lishang Sword", which is as famous as the "Autumn Frost Sword", fell from the sky and fell into his hands.

The "Lishang Sword" appeared in the world, and the "Autumn Frost Sword" was immediately sensed, sending out bursts of buzzing sword sounds, forcing Jia Jingyu to use both hands to control the saber that was about to move and was about to try.

With a cold smile on the corner of Mo Zhannan's mouth, he came roaring with his sword in hand, inspired by the two swords of He Liancong and his son, they cooperated tacitly.

Mo Zhannan's sword and sword are united, he can control the sword for a hundred steps, and he is very agile, just like walking in the clouds and flowing water.

Gradually, Helian and his son had no choice but to fight back reluctantly.

When the figures of He Liancong and He Lianyue were flying like lightning, they flanked Mo Zhannan from left to right.

I saw the long sword in Mo Zhannan's hand, the cold and slender blade flickering with a faint cold light, like a shining cold star in the night sky, his swift and dusty figure flashed between the two of them, only Hearing the sound of rubbing, the blood splattered, presumably someone has already been tricked.

Mo Zhannan's long hair fluttered in the wind, and because he stopped, it slowly fell on his thin shoulders, and he didn't look back.

Suddenly, there was a click, Helian Cong's head drooped limply, and with a clang, the long sword was released. In front of his son Helianyue and the others, this ambitious and powerful Helian Family Patriarch was killed. The fledgling descendant of the demon race - Mo Zhannan sealed his throat with a sword.

Under the helpless eyes of his son Helianyue, He Liancong slowly fell to the ground and died.

Everyone present gasped, terrified, shuddering, and subconsciously clenched the sword in their hands.

Mo Zhannan turned around abruptly, and He Lianyue backed away in fright when he met his cold, sharp eyes.

Mo Zhannan didn't kill him, he walked like flying, everyone saw the phantom flickering, fleeting, sword light radiated, blood splattered, and Jiang Yiren, the lord of "Lingxiao Palace", died in Huangquan.

Jiang Xuexian watched her master being pierced through Mo Zhannan's heart with a sword, and her eyes were dull, as if petrified, just for a split second.

Next, of course it was Rong Weichuan. Back then, he was the key figure in besieging the demons.

At this time, Mo Zhannan's eyes seemed to be poured into billowing red magma, and boundless black magic energy was spreading all over his body.

In his mind, he repeatedly played back the tragic scene of the four great immortal sects besieging the demon clan ten years ago, with flames soaring into the sky, gunpowder smoke filling the air, swords shining, blood shadows, and corpses strewn all over the field...

When he was about to attack Rong Weichuan, the sudden Qiushuang sword blocked the unstoppable Lishang sword.

His pupils constricted suddenly, and he slowly looked at Jia Jingyu who was looking pained.

Suddenly, memories belonging to them flooded in.

One day, after they sparred in swordsmanship, Mo Zhannan looked at the Chiu Shuang sword that Jia Jingyu had put away in its delicate scabbard, and asked, "Senior brother, if one day you and I draw our swords and face each other, will you Will you show mercy?"

Hearing this, Jia Jingyu stared at him for a moment, and finally said: "What are you thinking about, my sword will not point at my brother..."

However, the treacherous and ever-changing fate at this time tonight forced this pair of lovers who had lived and died together and made promises to two extreme opposites, and there was no room for turning around.

"Get out of the way..." Mo Zhannan said concisely and crisply.

Jia Jingyu didn't speak, because at this moment, he didn't know what to say, and his eyes showed his attitude.

Mo Zhannan's eyes froze, and he quickly pulled the Lishang sword out of the suppressed state of the Qiushuang sword, the two swords rubbed against each other, and sparks flew everywhere.

Jia Jingyu's eyes were like lightning, and he waved his hands, opening and closing, not giving Mo Zhannan any chance.

They jumped up, with the sound of the wind, and their toes fell into the trembling treetops. They made frequent moves in mid-air, moving around in a flash, strangely and quickly, and unpredictable.

After a while, they landed on the flat ground again. They walked like flying, sword lights crisscrossed, and they came and went, refusing to give in to each other.

Soon, Mo Zhannan pierced the cloud and smashed the stone with a single sword, which seemed to have no change, but in fact injected a lot of heavenly demon spiritual power, so that black smoke curled up around Li Shangjian. Jia Jingyu did not expect that Mo Zhannan would Desperately slapping himself hard, the pain in his heart was unbearable, and he abruptly accepted this menacing sword move.

A smile of unknown meaning appeared on the corner of Mo Zhannan's mouth, and he suddenly withdrew his posture and turned sideways, like a feather, leaving behind an ethereal phantom, which caught Jia Jingyu off guard, and was still afraid of hurting him, so he hurriedly used his spiritual power to control the vertical and horizontal sword qi The Autumn Shuang Sword, with its powerful spiritual power like a dragon and a tiger, shook Jia Jingyu into the air. His body and mind were unstable. The point of the sword touched the ground, barely supporting his body, and he knelt on one knee without falling.

Taking this opportunity, Mo Zhannan raised his sword point, like a shooting star chasing the moon, his movement was extremely fast, and with a single sweep of the sword move, he knocked down a group of "Taihe faction" disciples.

Jia Jingyu watched Mo Zhannan kill him in front of his eyes, feeling extremely anxious.

Rong Weichuan, who was close at hand, immediately drew his sword. Mo Zhannan's eyes were full of hatred and killing intent, and he raised his sword and stabbed Rong Weichuan.

Suddenly, a sword that was as cold as autumn frost pierced Mo Zhannan's abdomen.

A cry of pain escaped from Mo Zhannan's lips...

Looking at each other, Mo Zhannan's eyes were full of sadness and desolation, which made Jia Jingyu feel remorseful and ashamed.

Jia Jingyu didn't understand, he clearly came to Helian Mansion to save Mo Zhannan tonight, and now he clearly wanted to prevent Mo Zhannan from hurting his master, why, the Qiushuang sword pierced into Mo Zhannan's lower abdomen, Jia Jingyu panicked He let go of the hilt of the sword uneasily, the pain piercing his heart, the sword seemed to be piercing himself...

Mo Zhannan staggered back a few steps, his robe fluttering and his long hair fluttering.

The devilish energy gushed out from around him, like a raging dark tide and rolling waves. Those who had no time to dodge were injured by the devilish energy, fell to the ground, and groaned in pain.

Mo Zhannan pulled out the blood-stained Qiushuang sword, the blood splashed, and his half-dark eyes were covered by his broken hair.

Returning the object to its original owner, the Qiushuang sword pierced into the soil at Jia Jingyu's feet with a whizzing sound like an arrow leaving the string.

Afterwards, around his neck was a token of love of the same type as Jia Jingyu's - the mutton fat white jade plaque. The thread was broken inch by inch, and the jade plaque was torn apart and turned into a wisp of smoke in the wind.

His voice was torn near and far by the wind, and it reached Jia Jingyu's ears intermittently: "I have finally paid off what I owed you, and the jade is broken. From now on, you and I will have nothing to do with each other..."

Every word pierced the heart, and every sentence pierced the bone. Jia Jingyu seemed to have fallen into the abyss, and his heart was ashamed...

Hugging Xue Wenlin's body, Mo Zhannan turned around and burst into tears without looking back, and disappeared into the vast night...

……

The edge of heaven and earth, Yongle world.

In an extremely cold place, the sky is covered with flying snow, the noise is endless, endless...

The altar standing between the heaven and the earth enshrines a shiny black, noble and unparalleled sword - the Lishang Sword.

Mo Zhannan was dressed in pure white clothes, standing in the snow field, silent, his heart was wandering, and he had nowhere to turn.

The thin figure is lonely and Yingying is lonely, as if a gust of wind can blow him away.

He was flawless, with icy muscles and bones holding a black token made of black gold, rubbing it repeatedly, and a person's name was engraved on the knife——Yu.

Feeling the shape of the word "Yu" with his fingertips, he imagined in his mind a high-spirited disciple of the "Taihe School" who was idle and had nothing to do. On a whim, he took a carving knife to carve his name on the token, and looked to the left with pleasure. look right.

He thought that his token was lost, so he took two Ugin tokens, handed one of the Ugin tokens to himself, and carefully said: "Here, this is an access token for you. Originally, I have a Ugin token. I even engraved the character 'Yu' with a knife, it doesn't need to pay for it, the tuition fee is included, but I don't know where it fell, and I can't find it no matter how hard I look for it, so I got an extra one It also cost me—two silver coins, you have to keep it, don’t lose it.”

He was still holding a brown sling in his hand, looking at the shiny and clean black gold tokens carved with water patterns, he said like a few treasures: "The access tokens of our Taihe sect are made of high-quality black gold, with water patterns carved on them, implying that goodness is like water, Good morals carry things', see?"

The beauty of the past is vivid in my mind, and I fall into the endless memory without knowing it, and I can't extricate myself.

At this time, a white phantom flashed in front of Mo Zhannan's eyes, illusory and intangible.

Seeing his dazed appearance, Xue Wenlin, who was already a soul, felt distressed, and said helplessly, "What are you in a daze for?"

Slowly turning his head to look at Xue Wenlin, Mo Zhannan said casually, "No..."

Do you have?Don't you know what to do?

Xue Wenlin glanced at his intact and lifelike corpse lying on the ice coffin not far away, and sighed: "It's so boring to stay here all day, today, I went outside again to take a look around."

"Master, you are now a soul separated from your body, so be careful when you meet a practitioner."

"I know, I will pay attention, don't worry."

"must be careful."

Hearing this, Xue Wenlin nodded to Mo Zhannan, and continued: "But it's been five years, how can I be so inhuman, and when will my soul return to its place and come back to life?"

"Five years...yes, it's been five years in a blink of an eye..." Mo Zhannan said, with a lot of thoughts, and then comforted Xue Wenlin: "Master, this kind of thing can't be rushed, I think back then Didn't I stay at the bottom of Wanguiya for ten years, if it weren't for..." His tone paused, and he didn't continue.

Knowing in his heart who he was thinking of again, Xue Wenlin pretended not to hear, not wanting to mention the old man who haunted Mo Zhannan in his dreams, and would be unable to hold back his name silently at night.

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