The leaden sky and thick snow clouds became increasingly gloomy, covering the snowy field filled with murderous intent.
After the thunderbolt, no one moved first. In such a stalemate, Yin Biyue even had time to think that everyone in this place was dressed the same, with no recognition at all. Only Rong Zhuo's red dress and Yu Zhanmei's white dress were considered iconic styles.
Now it seems that Yu Zhanmei is not in the Golden Palace. So where did this second most powerful demon go?
The Central Continent Academy, the Southern Continent Qinglu Sword School, or the Western Continent Cangya Mountain?
It would be a disaster wherever he went, but if he only looked at the current battle situation, he at least had a 10% chance of winning.
The brilliance of the Linyuan Sword suddenly burst out, and twelve demonic auras swept over like an overwhelming force!
There was no wind or snow on the edge of the cliff, and the sense of coldness and desolation was condensed in the air, oppressing people's hearts as if it were a real force.
Rong Zhuo turned around and quietly looked at the young man who broke through countless barriers in an instant and appeared in front of him, "It's been just a few months since we last met in Hengduan Mountain, and he has really impressed me."
The intricate red robe on his body seemed to contain a sea of blood, which rippled as he walked.
"I took three hundred years to cultivate, but you completed it in less than thirty years. Is this the fate of the reincarnation of the Demon Lord?"
This sentence is not a question to the other party, it is just an exclamation.
If he was facing a powerful enemy, he would be very cautious and would not have the time to feel sad. And until now, he had never regarded the other party as an opponent who needed to be determined and fought to the death.
Luo Mingchuan was not moved by this contemptuous attitude and replied, "Since you all say yes, then it is."
It's enough for me to know who I am, and it's enough for my junior brother to know who I am. You can say whatever you want about others.
Rong Zhuo smiled, his tone serious, with a hint of asking questions without shame.
"Don't you think that your current appearance is embarrassing for the Demon Lord? Is your biggest wish to become the head of Cangya Mountain?"
"I've already got what I wanted. There's nothing left to fight for."
Luo Mingchuan knew that if it weren't for his master's entrustment and responsibility, he wouldn't even want to be the head of Cangya Mountain.
Rong Zhuo nodded, "I understand. If you seek benevolence and obtain it, your Dao heart will be complete and your cultivation will be smooth. But does Tianluo Jiuzhuan also talk about Dao heart?"
Luo Mingchuan's eyes fell on the snowy clouds above his head, his face pale.
"As long as it is cultivation, one needs to sharpen one's mind. The Nine Heavenly Movements is no different from the myriad other techniques in the world."
It turns out that while the conversation was taking place, the battle was also going on.
Until this moment, the snow cloud could no longer withstand the impact of the powerful true essence and demonic energy, and it broke apart like strands of cotton wool being torn apart. A series of muffled sounds came from the sky, like the muffled thunder before a summer rainstorm.
The vast true essence and violent demonic energy filled every inch of space above and below the ground. The snow was lifted high, forming countless turbulence and whirlpools, submerging the figures of the two.
After hearing this, Rong Zhuo said with regret, "You see things so clearly, why are you still walking on a dead end?"
As these light words came out, a mighty gale gathered from the abyss and rushed straight up out of that dark world.
There was a deadly coldness in the wind, and the temperature at the cliff edge dropped suddenly.
*******
In the late winter of this year, the wars and fights that broke out in various places completely disrupted the energy of heaven and earth.
The Dilemma Pass collapsed and the demon army suffered heavy losses. After integration, they continued to move south, fell off a cliff at Zhongshan Mountain, and their lives or deaths were unknown. A hundred miles away from the foot of Lianjian Mountain, the first checkpoint was breached, and the one who broke the formation was not a palace master of the demon sect, but Chu Huan. The sea of fire outside Yunyang City was extinguished, and corpses were everywhere. The main force of the demon army stayed behind, and the elite troops attacked the city first.
His Majesty the Emperor of Beilu offered sacrifices to his ancestors at Fengtian Terrace, and three thousand dragon-shaped treasure ships crossed the sea, and the emperor personally led the army to fight.
The battlefields where tens of millions of people rushed to were bloody and the two sides were in a stalemate. In the seemingly peaceful Westland, the towns still had rules and the refugees were properly settled.
Because victory or defeat in this land is decided by a handful of people.
For example, the wilderness on the outskirts of Tai'an.
Yu Zhanmei was thinking in annoyance, how did you know that I would take this road, and there would always be a traffic jam every time.
Naturally, Liu Qishuang was not at a high enough level to be able to predict and calculate her whereabouts.
I just know that if she gets lost, she will take the path on the right.
The sky gradually darkened, dark clouds obscured the moonlight, and a thin layer of snow accumulated on the wilderness covered with withered grass, which looked a bit like the snowy plains of Eastern Land.
The two men were three feet apart, a distance that was perfect for fighting and also for talking.
Yu Zhanmei looked at the dim sky, thinking that after tonight, there would be one less person in the world who could speak. After all, in the huge golden palace, no one dared to look at her.
In that case, why not say a few more words at this time?
"I heard that you have closed the gate of life and death."
Liu Qishuang didn't know what she was feeling, but she spoke to her calmly, "Yes."
Yu Zhanmei chuckled, "Then you are coming out now, have you seen through life and death?"
Liu Qishuang looked at the person opposite her.
She is clearly the coldest and most cruel person, but she has practiced the most feminine and charming skills. When she smiles, her eyebrows are like spring willows, and her eyes are like icy lakes.
She replied calmly, "Life and death are natural things, just like long rivers and clear streams flowing into the sea, flowers bloom in spring and leaves fall in autumn. If you deliberately watch them, you will be inferior."
Yu Zhanmei stopped smiling and glanced at her coldly, "You know, I hate you like this the most."
Having said that, I naturally can’t go on.
The night wind blew the wide sleeves of the Golden Palace Master, and suddenly changed direction, blowing towards the person opposite her.
A streak of white light came with the wind, and under the pressure of the surging demonic energy, the weeds along the way were severely destroyed.
The cold wind is as sharp as a knife, and the murderous intent is chilling.
Liu Qishuang flew up, as if a real barrier of true energy was condensed in front of her.
She practiced a straight forward boxing style, the wind from her fists broke through the air and thunders exploded in the wilderness.
A pressure heavier than a thousand pounds fell on the soft white silk, but it was like a stone in a lake, splashing ripples and then leaving no trace.
Yu Zhanmei's expression was as cold as ice and snow.
The white silk in his hand stretched three feet across, motionless in the air, like a bridge.
And they stood at both ends of the bridge, just like that snowy night when they drank warm wine and watched the dim lights together.
*****
A hundred miles away, a golden light shot straight into the night sky, and spread out like waves. It was the light when the Cangya Mountain Protection Array was activated.
With the main hall of the main peak as the center, it covers the other five peaks, from the rolling sea of clouds to the grass and trees in front of the mountain gate, all are shrouded in it.
This was the first time since Cangya founded the sect after the Dharma Ending Age that the mountain protection formation was fully activated. Led by the sect leader Zheng Yangzi, all the elders of the sect sat cross-legged in the main hall, devoting themselves to presiding over the formation.
Half of the sky in the Western Land was illuminated by the golden light as bright as the sun.
But the incomparably powerful aura coming from the sky was blocked by a sword energy before it touched the golden light.
Jun Yu stood on the clouds holding "Spring Mountain Smile", facing Yu Shi who came with the wind.
Under the clouds, outside the golden light, there were also two people facing each other three feet apart.
"You may not know me. Let me introduce myself. My name is Yan Xing. I learned from the Sword Saint Wei Jingfeng and I am the third in the sect."
The man in front of the mountain gate was carrying a long sword on his back and a jar of wine on his waist. He had rushed here at full speed from the southern land day and night, so he was naturally dusty. In addition, he was unkempt, which made him look even more shabby.
When he spoke, his tone was casual and uninhibited, but his eyes were clear and he looked directly at the person in front of him.
"In fact, I've always felt that you should fight with my senior brother. After all, you two both use swords and practice similar swordsmanship. The academy teacher also mentioned something like 'two stars appearing in the world', and many people guessed that it was about you two... but now it's not possible." He pointed to the sky, "Now my senior brother has something to do and can't leave, and my second senior sister is not here either. I have to fight. I've heard a lot about you, Fellow Daoist Lin."
The phrase "I've long admired you" was not a compliment. Yan Xing really admired Lin Yuangui. Since he started practicing, this name has been as famous as that of his senior brother Jun Yu. However, what he admired was not the other's sword talent, but the sword on Hengduan Mountain that dared to block Yu Shi.
When he saw the real person today, he sincerely felt that if he had been born a hundred years earlier, he would have been able to compete with him.
Opposite him, the man in a green Taoist robe simply stood there, like a tall pine tree. The coldness between his eyebrows was like ice and snow that never melted all year round.
Lin Yuangui listened silently and patiently, then nodded, "Fellow Daoist Yan."
That’s all I have to say hello to.
But Yan Xing still didn't plan to take action. He usually only talked a lot when he was drunk. Tonight, he didn't drink a drop of wine, but he seemed drunk. "Why did Brother Lin come?"
Lin Yuangui replied, "My senior master asked me to do that."
He thought that since it was a duel between two people, and his cultivation was higher than that of the other party, it was natural that the other party should attack first.
This kind of old and pedantic etiquette has long been ignored, but Lin Yuangui still adheres to it. So now that Yan Xing can't move, he can only accompany him to talk.
Yan Xing asked again, "What did the senior master ask you to do?"
"Ask me to fight in Cangya."
"What happens after the fight?"
"If I lose, I will die in Cangya. If I win, I will repay my master for raising me. I will abandon my skills and leave Hengduan Mountain."
Yan Xing was slightly stunned, "How can this be true?"
Lin Yuangui's expression remained calm, as if he was saying that this was the way it should be.
Yan Xing thought for a moment, "After you leave, what will happen if there is no one to inherit the Shuoyue Sword? And what about the disciples of your master's lineage? I'm afraid they will have a harder time."
It was no secret that the Baopu Sect was divided into the old and new factions. After Lin Yuangui's master died, Yu Shi took over the power and purged dissidents. It was also known to everyone.
Faced with these two questions, Lin Yuangui could only remain silent. He did not answer for the first time, but instead asked, "Why are you telling me this?"
Yan Xing said frankly, "First, it's because we just met, and it's too boring to fight without saying a word. Second, I can't beat you, so I have to buy time."
Lin Yuangui obviously didn't expect him to say that. Isn't it a taboo in a battle to admit that you are far inferior to others?
On this point, they could not understand each other even more.
Lin Yuangui grew up in the misty mountains, practicing swordsmanship day after day, and there was no difference between one year and ten years. His master taught him benevolence, righteousness, courtesy, wisdom, and trustworthiness, loyalty, filial piety, integrity, shame, and courage, but he did not teach him that there are times in the world when one has to choose between loyalty and righteousness.
President Yan was used to living in a city full of people of all kinds. On the day he met the Sword Saint, he fought with a few bandits in Chunxiu Building who had refused to pay for the wine and molested Miss Luhua. Everyone else in the tavern ran away, leaving only him. He knew he couldn't win but still stood up and lost half his life.
The Sword Master once said, "For someone like you, nine lives wouldn't be enough to kill you."
In other words, admitting that he was inferior to the other party would not shake Yan Xing's will to fight at all, because the act of "seeking death" had been carried out throughout his first half of his life.
I can't beat you, but I just want to fight you.
If you dare, beat me to death.
Yan Xing drew out his long sword and said solemnly, "Fellow Daoist Lin, please—"
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