Yuanqi flood

On Pomo Mountain, there were two people standing, holding a sharp long sword in their hands. A drop of blood fell from the tip of the sword, blooming in the ice and snow into beautiful blood flowers.

They are swordsmen, fighting swords.

Pomo Mountain is a big snow mountain. Because of the heavy snow all year round and the solid ice on the mountain, it is quite popular with literati and elegant guests. They are extolling the length of poems and songs. Seeing that the snow mountain is pure white and crystal clear, some people with good intentions paint on the mountain. The ink is sprinkled in time, but the ink is only allowed to slide down the current, and the snow mountain is not stained with any variegated colors, so it has this name.

Pomo Mountain is a famous scenic spot in Jiangxi City. When you come here in hot summer, you will feel cool and cold. Therefore, there are many tourists, and the remote Jiangxi City has also become prosperous.

Pomo Mountain is very high, towering into the clouds, and the peak is steep, which is difficult for ordinary people to climb. Therefore, there are generally climbers who only need to be on the mountainside. Therefore, several viewing pavilions have been built on the mountainside. The snow is flying and cooking wine On poetry, it can be said that it is not a major event in life.

However, at this time, two people appeared on the top of the mountain where almost no one had ever climbed.

A man in purple clothes, nearly thirty years old, but with a face like a crown of jade, with a domineering aura, looks noble and domineering, but if compared with the person opposite, it pales in comparison.

It was a young man in pure white clothes, about twenty years old, with a face as cold as a blade, a pair of sharp and deep sword eyes, lonely, sad, and a flash of childishness, but the most eye-catching thing was him. hands.

This is a pair of pale jade hands, slender and powerful, making people forget the world. At this moment, his right hand is holding a sword, a black long sword, the blade reflects cold light, revealing inexplicable heart palpitations , a cold and murderous atmosphere shrouded in a murderous aura, but his hand was still calm, holding the sword, motionless, just like his people.

"Jun Moli, if you are willing to submit to me, I will not kill you." The man in purple said to the young man arrogantly.

Everyone wants good talent and beautiful jade, especially this young man who is even more prosperous and a peerless genius.Fiery greed flashed in the eyes of the man in purple.

"You are dishonest." The young man, that is, Jun Moli suddenly spoke, but said this irrelevant sentence.

Since he received the inheritance from his predecessors, he has practiced swords every day without interruption, and he never forgets to treat the sword with sincerity. He always remembers a sentence said by his predecessors, "Sincerity and righteousness are the essence of swords."

Because of this sentence, since he got the sword at the age of ten, he has never left his body. No matter eating, washing or sleeping, he always holds the sword in his hand. He practices diligently every day and treats the sword with sincerity in his heart. , Only then did he achieve some success in the way of swordsmanship.

He started practicing swordsmanship at the age of ten, and came out of the mountains nine years later. After avenging his family, he went around looking for sword competitions and using others to motivate his own swordsmanship. It has been two years now.

This time, the reason why he came here for the appointment was because of a invitation to fight, and the person to fight was the swordsman in front of him——Chang Hao, the owner of Tianxia Villa.

He originally thought that a swordsman who has such a great reputation in the Jianghu, whose swordsmanship is praised as a god, is the same as him, who treats the sword with sincerity, but at this moment, he is about to be disappointed.

His body felt weak, his internal strength began to dry up, and his strength also disappeared. All this showed that he was poisoned!

He was poisoned before the decisive battle, obviously just to wait for this moment.

Is it surrender?or death?

Jun Moli was in a trance, and in a daze, he seemed to see a person, a person who taught him swordsmanship.

There is a kind of person who has approached the realm of God.Because he is ruthless.

There is a sword technique that no one can see.Because everyone who was lucky enough to see it with their own eyes has been buried.

There is a kind of loneliness that cannot be described.Because it comes from the depths of the soul.

The era of Ximen Chuixue was an era when white clothes beat snow.

He regards killing as a sacred and beautiful thing, with concentration and sincerity, he has even dedicated his life to his swordsmanship.

This man, Jun Moli recalled his time at the bottom of the cliff. At the bottom of the cliff was a dense plum grove. In the plum grove, there was a very conspicuous tomb. Next to the tombstone, there was a sword, a black sheath sword with no light.

On the stele, there is a person whose name is Ximen Chuuxue, has a life, is Ximen Chuuxue, has a kind of loneliness, is Ximen Chuuxue, and has a sword technique, is Ximen Chuuxue.

At that time, he was forced to have nowhere to go by his enemies, and walked in here in a panic. He came from a scholarly family, full of nobles. He was raised under his grandfather's knees since he was a child, and he was raised as a son of an ordinary family. But at that time, Inexplicably, he reached out and grabbed the sword.

The Sri Lankan has passed away, but the sword will last forever.

His heart has been overwhelmed by that kind of lonely sword intent. In the era when martial arts ended and masters became reckless, how could this kind of swordsmanship, such Ximen Chuuxue, not fascinate him.

So, at the age of ten, he held the crow's sheath sword not much shorter than his height, and swung it clumsily, stroke by stroke.

He drank mountain spring water when he was thirsty, and ate wild fruits on trees when he was hungry. He grew up from a small child to a handsome and tall young man. Nine years of sword practice had worn his hands to the ground. Thick calluses, and from now on in his life, there are only swords and Ximen Chuuxue.

Determined to be a person like Ximen Chuuxue, how could he, Jun Moli, surrender to others, and still be such a dishonest person!

The person who poisoned him, he had a vague guess in his heart, but the most important thing right now is to defeat the person in front of him, Chang Hao, he is dishonest to the sword, Senior Ximen once said that dishonest people are not worthy of using a sword.

The snowflakes fluttered, blowing Jun Moli's long hair, his clothes fluttered, his robes fluttered, and his whole body was ready to go.

Chang Hao frowned, he didn't understand Jun Moli's words, but he could still hear the meaning of refusal in the words, he smiled slightly, and said to Jun Moli: "I have someone here, you might as well meet the previous one." See."

After finishing speaking, a person came out from behind Chang Hao.

A woman who is so beautiful that the world is overshadowed by it.She was dressed in silk and satin, and the jade hairpin on her head was exquisite and rare. Her eyes were full of apology, which made her look even more charming.

"Brother Jun, I'm sorry, I don't want to, but, but, Brother Chang promised me that he won't kill you. As long as you surrender, we will be the people of Tianxia Villa, Brother Jun," the woman said with tears in her eyes, expecting Looking at Jun Moli, "Just promise Brother Chang! Lian'er, I beg you, you will never refuse me, will you!"

Bai Lian'er, as her name suggests, is indeed a white lotus flower of the Holy Mother. Because she loves Chang Hao in her heart, she is used to poison Jun Moli. This childhood sweetheart who has been engaged to her since she was a child has never treated her badly.

"Haha, Brother Jun, look, even your fiancée said that, look at this pitiful appearance, you should agree! As long as you agree, I will give you the status of one person under ten thousand, how?"

Stretching out his hand to pick up Bai Lian'er's chin, Chang Hao said evilly.

Seeing Bai Lian'er looking at Chang Hao admiringly, Jun Moli paused slightly. He studied under Ximen Chuuxue, but he hadn't learned his inner character. Seeing his fiancée, he obeyed his parents' will, always treated her tenderly, and never felt dissatisfied. However, such a person finally betrayed him.

It turns out that not every swordsman is like Ximen Chuuxue, who can have a Lu Xiaofeng who doesn't care about his temperament as a friend.

After his own family was destroyed, the only person he cared about was finally lost. That's okay, so he could cut off love and love, and completely return to the way of swordsmanship.

Sadness flashed across his eyes, and then he was silent again. He still remained silent, but the loneliness in his body deepened by three points.

"Bai Lian'er, I have never treated you badly in my life. Now that you have made your choice, from now on," Jun Moli said here, holding the sword tightly, and swung it across the void.

There was disbelief in Bai Lian'er's eyes, and there was a trace of panic. She understood that the reason why Chang Hao valued her was because of Jun Moli, and she was just his vassal. There is no longer warmth in her eyes, how can this not make her feel flustered.

"With such a stone, there is nothing to do with it." The sword fell, and a huge rock not far away suddenly disappeared.

"No, Brother Jun, you can't..." Can't what?She couldn't tell, she wasn't the one who was betrayed, so she could only stare blankly at Jun Moli, with tears streaming down her face, but she didn't know it.

Chang Hao was also very annoyed, Jun Moli kept admonishing him, and even drew a clear line with his fiancée, so his actions in the past few days were all useless efforts!

What a waste of his energy!

Since you don't surrender, don't blame him.

Pushing Bai Lian'er aside, Chang Hao raised his sword and killed him.

Jun Moli waved his sword to respond, step by step, backed away.

His mind began to dizzy, and his sanity began to become less clear, but his hand holding the sword never trembled. This was his sword, the only belief in his heart.

Bai Lian'er was still crying quietly, but unfortunately, no one paid attention to her anymore. Everyone likes beautiful people, but the most important thing is to see if she is brain-dead!

Originally, Chang Hao wouldn't be Jun Moli's opponent if he was an ordinary enemy, but he was insidious because he used Bai Lian'er to poison Jun Moli, so he could only win!

Standing on the top of the mountain, there was still blood dripping from the tip of his sword, he looked down the cliff, and said regretfully, "It's really cheap for you, but if you think about piercing your heart with a sword, you won't be able to survive, Peerless Genius, if it is not in my hands, it is better to disappear, what do you think? Hahahaha!"

Looking up to the sky and laughing wildly, he strode far away through the wind and snow.

Snowflakes fell in pieces, intermittently forming a sad song, like a sacrifice, like a celebration.

The heavy snow didn't stop, and soon, the footprints would be submerged, and this place lost its popularity again.

Chang Hao left, and he took Bai Lian'er away. This woman, with her face alone, is still very useful.

He wasn't worried about Jun Moli's life or death, the direction he fell off the cliff was south.

To the south of Pomo Mountain is a bottomless abyss.This is a natural and dangerous place. From ancient times to the present, no one has ever been there. Even if they approached it, they would be frozen into ice and lose their vitality.

Under the abyss, no one knows what is there, maybe it is a cave, maybe it is a sea of ​​ice, maybe, there is a kind of man-eating beast imprisoned there, which is violent and ferocious.

But at this time, at the bottom of the abyss full of countless legends, a humanoid sculpture suddenly appeared. The humanoid figure in the ice was lifelike, and it was Jun Moli!

The author has something to say: Ximen Chuuxue is Mumu’s most admired swordsman, but Mumu can’t describe the essence of his obsession with swords and his unique character

So, I made up a disciple who got one of his inheritance

Hope to write one-tenth of his strength of character!