Reversed

Feng, master of high merit, no matter it is the Jianghu sect or the imperial court, they cannot tolerate the dominance of the Haoqi League. At that time, there is no need for much pressure. As long as the master of Tiance's Palace Li Chengen gives an order, Xie Yuan, who was born in Tiance, can only obey the order leave.

Xie Yuan's life has been depressed for dozens of years. Only when he became the leader of the Haoqi League can he truly reach the pinnacle of his life and be full of ambition. If there is a day when he has to disband the Haoqi League, it will probably become a regret in his life.

Mo Xuanying knew this very well, and as Xie Yuan's opponent, Wang Yifeng, the thorough-minded descendant of the Hongchen faction, certainly knew it too.

However, it is clear that the Valley of the Wicked can no longer keep Wang Yifeng's footsteps, and the snow demon is still there, which really confuses Mo Xuanying.

"Master, in fact, you stayed in the Valley of the Evil for the sake of thanking your uncle?"

But the relationship between the two didn't seem to be that good. Every time they met, they would confront each other. Every time Wang Yifeng said something casually, Uncle Xie would be so angry that he would jump up and down.

Faced with such a rare desire to gossip among his apprentices, Wang Yifeng talked about an old incident in a leisurely manner.

That was the first time Xie Yuan met him. Xiao Sha had just escaped from Shaolin and before the bloody storm broke out, he went out of the valley to relax in a depressed mood, so he went all the way to the legendary Tang Jian's burial place.

At that time, Xie Yuan, together with Zhai Jizhen and Zhang Xieyuan, had already defeated the scattered forces of the wicked one by one step by step. Facing the leader of the ten evils, Xie Yuan went into battle in person, tracking him all the way from Kunlun to the tomb of the hero in Daoxiang Village.

Wang Yifeng came out to relax, and he stopped and stopped quickly. Xie Yuan followed all the way, neither far nor near, neither making a sneak attack, nor leaving.

He didn't know what Xie Yuan was thinking, but he felt that this person had an interesting personality. He was obviously a rough guy who was determined to the end, but he was unexpectedly careful, and he was not pedantic and flexible in his actions.

In life, it is rare to meet an opponent at chess, without a beauty, and a confidant is rare, the existence of an old enemy who kills and loves each other is also a kind of fun.

After hearing the old story of Xie Yuan's stalker, Mo Xuanying was dumbfounded, he never thought that Uncle Xie would do such a thing, and suddenly froze as if a new world had been opened.

So Wang Yifeng was in a happy mood and played the song Qingcheng, not only the old man Xie Yuan's explosive personality was interesting, but also the apprentices he taught were also interesting.

The tea was dry, Wang Yifeng put down the cup, on the Kunlun Plain, Yang Hanyue, who arrived at the pinch time, was full of airs.

Mo Xuanying stood up amidst the cheers of a bunch of brats, and moved her hands and feet. The Seven Star Ryuuen had already been unsheathed, and the clear water-like sword reflected the continuous sea of ​​snow, making it even more chilling.

He raised his hand to salute, his voice was clear and bright, and he raised his sword to point directly at the other party.

"Please enlighten me!"

His swordsmanship has been mastered, except for his young age and lack of internal energy, he has almost no weaknesses.

Yang Hanyue was obviously a little arrogant, one wrong step, one wrong step, and finally was forced into a mess by this young man who was not as old as her own disciple, and her eyes turned fierce and she competed for internal strength.

Mo Xuanying didn't dodge, Qixing Longyuan shuddered, the two completely opposite inner breaths of Ningxue Gong and Yi Jin Jing collided with the opponent's Ice Art, and exploded instantly.

Her inner breathing was unstable, and her energy was rushing wildly. Yang Hanyue couldn't draw back her strength enough, and was so backlashed that she spat out a mouthful of blood.

Mo Xuanying took advantage of the situation and swung the sword down, the azure blue light of the sword was as dazzling as the sun.

"Ten Brilliance—Dragon Shadow Sword!"

The distance was too close and there was no way to avoid it. Yang Hanyue showed fear on her face, and she felt timid, and the outcome was decided.

The sword energy stirred up a large amount of snow, and in the falling snow, Mo Xuanying put her sword back and stood.

"Acceptance!"

Yang Hanyue's complexion changed from green to white, and eventually she became short of breath and vomited blood.

The disciples of the Kunlun School looked at each other in dismay, and in the end they rushed up to help him up. Ding Ding threw the melon seeds in his hand and greeted him warmly.

"Little brother did a good job! Let's go, we will tidy up Xiaoyao Peak today and move there tomorrow."

"That's not good, let them pack up Senior Yang's things today before we go there."

"Whatever she does, just throw her things back to the Kunlun faction." Ding Ding waved excitedly, "We are one step ahead, Wu Le, let's go!"

Tang Wule, who sings with husbands and wives, raised his eyebrows helplessly, hugged his worrying wife into his arms, tapped his toes, his figure suddenly rose several feet, and the wings of the special mechanism spread out, turning into a small black spot in the blink of an eye disappear into the distance.

Mo Xuanying was almost ashamed of Senior Sister Ding Ding's ability to move. Seeing Yang Hanyue's back trembling with anger and vomiting blood again, she silently turned her head and was out of sight.

Things seem to have come to an end here, and it would be naive of you to think so.

Lin Keren, the master of Kaiyang Altar, suddenly took a step forward to invite a fight, a burning desire surged from the depths of her black eyes, the blood in her body was churning, and her instinct was longing for a fight.

"Mo Xuanying, do you want to fight?"

"It's only better than swordsmanship."

"it is good."

Mo Xuanying clenched the seven-star ryongyon tightly, and glanced over the seven-star dragon pattern engraved on the blade of the sword. His gaze sank, but became firmer.

A master of swordsmanship, he shouldn't be obsessed with these mortal weapons, but this sword means a lot to him.

Hope the child will become a dragon, the dragon will come out of the abyss, and the seven stars are together.

A sword is a sharp weapon, and even more a murder weapon. Killing is not something to show off, but without a sword in your hand, you can't protect what you cherish, so he never hesitates when swinging a sword.

In the Fankong Temple, he and his sister Keren received the teachings of Uncle Yang, the sword sage. Now he has realized the sword, but his sister Keren is still wandering around.

Qixing Longyuan had already been unsheathed, Mo Xuanying took advantage of his strength to leap, the clanging weapons exchanged blows, sparks flew everywhere, and more than ten moves were done within a breath.

Mo Xuanying's clear voice and Lin Keren's cold conversation came intermittently and disappeared in the gust of wind, no one could hear them clearly except themselves.

"The way of the sword requires understanding the heart of the sword."

"What is Jianxin?"

"The sword moves with the heart, and there is no regret when you use the sword."

"No regrets...it's easier said than done..."

In this world, how many people can have no regrets?

Mo Xuanying smiled wryly when he heard the words, it was funny to say, but his mastery of swordsmanship was due to Mu Yu's amnesia, he was sad and regretful.

At that moment, all the confusion and hesitation disappeared, and he finally realized the sword.

I don't want to regret anymore, so I have no regrets when I shoot the sword, and all obstacles are cut off with one sword.

The competition ended without a problem. After watching Lin Keren leave thoughtfully, Mo Xuanying turned around but was startled by the solemn expressions of the disciples in the Valley of the Wicked.

I don't know who shouted, and then a neat and excited voice echoed in the snow field.

"Master Shaogu! Welcome Master Shaogu back to the valley!"

Mo Xuanying, the young master of the Valley of the Evil, became famous in one battle today.

34

Xiaoyue, burn this letter after reading it, don't let Xiaoyu find out.

There is no need for your worry. I knew what Xiaoyu was like a long time ago. The decision to spend this life with him is not a whim, nor is it a young impulse, but a decision that has been carefully considered.

This behavior will probably be a lot of obstacles, I have also wandered in confusion, after all, Xiaoyu and I are in different camps, separated by a sea of ​​blood, and he and I were also stained with the blood of each other's disciples, just thinking about it makes me feel heavy.

Countless people will die in every confrontation. I don't understand why this kind of conflict that hurts both sides continues, so I have been trying to ease the conflict between the two and find a suitable balance point.

I know that it is impossible for them to completely abandon blood feuds, but there are no absolutes in the world. One day, brothers or relatives and friends who are in opposing camps can drink and eat meat together openly without being criticized.

Of course, I don't deny that my selfishness is too heavy.

I think I'm just an ordinary person. Although what I say sounds high-sounding, it still can't hide my selfishness.

A great hero serves the country and the people. I can't do both.

For a while, I thought a lot, from my relationship with Xiaoyu to the camp, and from the camp to the attitude of the elders, I thought too much, so much that I was dizzy.

However, the world is ideal, so why is it too complicated? The moment I learned that Sanyang's pulse was dead, I suddenly figured it out.

The treatment method of Sanyang Juemai is beyond reach, besides, those are great heroes and figures, so why waste a whole year of skill and hurt our bodies for us juniors to help us overcome the calamity.

Fate should be like this, whether it is fate or God's will, any of us will turn into a pile of loess sooner or later, so why should we be obsessed with the problem of early death and late death.

Life is too short, and the most important thing is to cherish what is in front of me. All the hesitation and confusion are gone, and I follow my heart and embark on the path I want to take.

Xiaoyue, you also know how difficult it is to coax Xiaoyu's awkward personality. He always has a sense of insecurity that I will leave him and leave. This is my fault.

I was too conceited, and self-righteously hurt him in the name of protection, which caused an indelible knot in his heart. Although I tried to remedy it later, the results were minimal.

One wrong step, one wrong step, and in the end we even started fighting.

I didn't want to quarrel with him, so I tried to change the subject and talk about something light and pleasant, but when Xiao Yu opened his mouth, the scene was silent with a short sentence, and I couldn't even make any other reactions.

I don't want to fight with him either, usually it's okay to spar or something, but after being baptized by that piercing murderous aura, I always have a feeling that I will be killed by him.

From obsession to delusion, from delusion to demon, it is easy to get knotted but difficult to solve.

I don't know when my feelings for Xiaoyu changed. Even though they are brothers, they can support each other and spend the rest of their lives together, but they always want more.

Xiaoyu has a lonely personality and hates being approached by others. There are very few people who can walk into his heart.