The Snow and the Moon in the Wind: The Lights Dim and the Way Back

Chapter 29

In the fourth year of Mingde, the fifth day of June, the fifth summer

Never sleeps

hero platform

A duel between a young man and a strong old man.

"Insanity!"

Seven steps out of the palm, it is said that seven steps in the middle palm will kill you.

Mo Qianshang turned sideways slightly, sat on the ground and dodged it, lightly tapped the wooden sword, and Tang Linghuang immediately withdrew his palm.

"Senior, the Tang Sect is good at poison and hidden weapons, you are no match for me in close quarters."

Tang Linghuang snorted coldly,
"Stinky boy, if it weren't for the warm pot of wine, you would have knelt down and begged for mercy by now."

"Senior is right. That's why I advised senior to use hidden weapons instead of approaching me. After all, I am still relatively young. There is a saying that fists are afraid of young people. I am afraid that if you are not careful, you will..."

Tang Linghuang's expression froze, and the right foot he stepped out slowly retracted,
"Since you want to try my Tang Sect's hidden weapon, then I'll let you see it."

sound off.

Five white eyebrow needles flew out.

The white eyebrow needle, as thin as an eyebrow, enters the body and moves with the blood, which is the most painful.

If you want to suck it out, you must use Tangmen's unique magnet.

Mo Qianshang still sat where he was, with the wooden sword drawing a small circle in front of him.

A gossip and Tai Chi diagram appeared in front of my eyes.

The gossip moves, the yin and yang fish appear, lightly tap the five places in front of the body, and the five white eyebrow needles have been captured.

Zhang Muyu was amazed again,
"My Wudang Tai Chi, how can anyone learn it just by looking at it?"

Seeing this scene, Warm Pot of Wine suddenly burst out laughing,

"It's fun now. Poison is useless, I can't fight melee, and the only hidden weapon is still restrained. What do I think this guy will do?"

At this moment, Tang Linghuang, just as Wen Hujiu said, could tell at a glance that this move was particularly restraining Tangmen's hidden weapons.

But it will still be old and spicy.

Seeing that the hidden weapon was ineffective, Tang Linghuang immediately jumped up, swung his claws, and swung out his internal force.

"Tooth Claw"

Mo Qianshang's face froze, and he immediately pushed out the Tai Chi and collided with the Tooth Claw.

Older gingers are more spicy.

Tang Linghuang smiled, he knew what to do.

hidden weapon.internal force.

Uninterrupted, alternating with each other, trying to continuously consume Mo Qianshang's little internal energy.

"See how long you can last!"

Mo Qianshang remained indifferent and continued to resist.

The shots became slower and slower, and he turned slightly to avoid the hidden weapon.

With a single click, the internal force is broken.

It seems to be an understatement, but it can always be avoided.

off the field.

Seeing Mo Qianshang sitting still, Yin Luoxia said nervously,

"Why is he sitting and being beaten?"

The mug of wine grinned,
"Why are you so nervous?"

Yin Luoxia rolled her eyes,
"It's still a friend anyway, I don't want him to die like this!"

Li Hanyi clenched his skirt tightly and said in a deep voice.

"Qian Shang, he is forcing himself."

"Force yourself?"

Li Hanyi nodded, worried.

"Qian Shang felt the pressure. After coming to Wushuang City, he realized that Wushuang City was more dangerous than he imagined. Originally, with his strength, he could go anywhere in the world. But Wushuang City has gathered many masters both openly and secretly. , I think he may not be sure about tomorrow's hero banquet."

The mug of wine sighed,
"He read it right. The meaning of this hero banquet is quite different. At present, there are already more than a dozen masters of the Happy Heaven Realm on the surface, and more masters are on the way. This is, it is A major event in the world!"

Li Hanyi wondered,

"Senior Wen, isn't this just an ordinary hero banquet? Why did it attract so many people?"

"Because of the news released by Wushuang City, something will appear. And this thing"

The warm pot of wine chuckled, "It's related to the Immortal Ascension Profound Realm."

"what!"

All three were shocked.

At present, no one can enter the Immortal Traveling Profound Realm except Li Changsheng, who is number one in the world.

Countless people died trapped in the happy world, and died under time.

And the Immortal Ascension Profound Realm is the dream of all warriors.

Now, there are relevant clues.

Suddenly, Xuanling exclaimed,
"Look, Mr. Mo has stood up."

On the field.

Mo Qianshang slowly stood up after his internal energy was exhausted.

His eyes were bright and clear.

His hands are very white, and his fingers are like green onions, all of which are straight, like sharp swords.

His voice was cold but proud.

"Thank you. Your appearance made me fully understand that this hero banquet is not a game, but a real arena."

"Oh, so you push yourself?"

"Yes, I have to force myself. Before I came here, I defeated Song Yanhui. I thought Fuyao's strength would at least be able to run rampant in Wushuang City. But I found that it was not enough, far from enough. I still need to be stronger. Now I can only protect myself. But there are people who need me to protect, so I am stronger than all of you."

Tang Linghuang sneered,
"Just because of your powerless appearance now? You also want to win me?"

Mo Qianshang smiled slightly,
"So, you don't understand swords. A sword is a sword, and skill is skill. A sword with inner strength is beautiful. But a sword without inner strength is the deadliest."

The wooden sword swung from top to bottom, and three bloodstains appeared on Tang Linghuang's face!
Tang Linghuang stretched out his hand to wipe away the blood on his face, and said in surprise.

"This is? You obviously have no internal strength!"

"Sword intent."

Tang Linghuang said solemnly,

"Sword intent? You can do this!"

"It's not enough, but it's over. I need to meet the opponents I need."

Swinging the sword again, there were still three bloodstains.

No matter how Tang Linghuang dodged, he seemed unable to dodge the sword.

The hidden weapon flew out, and he chopped it down with a sword.

The power of his palm flew out, and he slashed down with a sword.

Use poison?He still slashed down with his sword.

Kong has a whole body of skills, but there is no place to use them.

At this moment, Tang Linghuang was aggrieved, but he still admired the young man in front of him.

Because he is really working hard.

And he didn't want to die yet.

With a soft sigh, Tang Linghuang stepped back,

"Young man, I remember you. But your real test will be later."

Turn around and head towards the audience stand.

Mo Qianshang was indifferent and speechless, holding the tip of the sword with his left hand, and gently breaking it, the tip of the sword broke again.

Return to the original position.

Pick up the wooden sword and start sharpening it.

A little bit of grinding, sharpening the sword in front of everyone.

off the field.

The warm pot of wine tutted,

"Brother Qianshang's sword is a bit powerful. Even Tang Linghuang dare not take it."

Li Hanyi shook his head,

"Not one sword, but three swords. It's just too fast, so we only see one sword."

Wang and his party nodded, "That's true. Brother Mo's internal energy is empty now, and the next part is the most difficult."

Looking at the man sharpening his sword silently on the field, Wang and his party asked doubtfully,

"But why did he twist the point off? I don't understand."

Li Hanyi blushed slightly,
"Maybe to remind myself."

Wang and his party glanced at Li Hanyi and suddenly realized,

"Oh, I guess so."

Stepping on the fence, the white crane spreads its wings, its body is like floating clouds, and its movement is ethereal.

"I'll go up and help Brother Mo."

Gently weighed on the ring, Wang Xingxing looked serious,
"Wang and his party, the chief disciple of Lu Suzhen in Mount Qingcheng, came to ask about the sword."

Mo Qianshang blew lightly, and the tip of the wooden sword became bright instantly as if it had been scraped by a knife.

stand up

Looking at Wang and his party, he suddenly blinked his eyes.

Mo Qianshang covered his forehead with his right hand, and gently rubbed his temples.

"What are you doing down here?"

Wang Xingxing smiled,
"Brother Mo, let you recover."

"No need. Now that you're down, play a game with me."

Wang and his party examined Mo Qianshang up and down.

At this moment, he clearly saw a peerless sword that was about to be released.

surprised.

"To what extent do you intend to sharpen your sword?"

"It will allow me to leave Peerless City safely."

"Then how amazing your sword must be."

"You will see it tomorrow. Take out the sword, don't waste time."

Wang and his party solemnly said,

"Okay! Please be careful!"

Sword out.

Peach wood sword, Taoist sword.

The peach blossoms are young, and the spring sun is scorching.

The best Qingxiao sword in Mount Qingcheng is in the hands of Zhao Yuzhen, so he is the hope of the future of Mount Qingcheng.

But Wang and his party never complained.

Because Zhao Yuzhen can't go down the mountain in his life.

The price of freedom and a sword, Wang and his party said, he can't do it.

"Qinglian Sword Art"

The sword formula created by Lu Suzhen, the real fairy on the ground.

sound off.

One life, two, two, three, and three, all things!

A series of eight mahogany swords appeared in front of him.

Each handle exudes a strong sense of immortality, and each handle is amazing, such a powerful sword art.

"go with!"

The eight swords came out together, sealing off all the escape routes of Mo Qianshang.

This is the sword of Mount Qingcheng.

With incomparably powerful internal force, it turns the invisible into the tangible, like a rain of flowers, causing the enemy to suffer the most powerful damage.

“good come”

Mo Qianshang showed a hint of a smile, without sword energy, he only had sword intent.

So, he had to hide.

His sword intent was no match for Wang and his party.

Stepping to the left, he moves quickly.

"Controlling swordsmanship! Illness"

Qinglian's sword energy turned to the left, chasing after Mo Qianshang.

He stooped to dodge.

Immediately afterwards, his feet trembled like a gust of wind.

Avoiding the Qinglian Sword Qi again, he came to Wang and his party in an instant.

Seeing his surprised expression, Mo Qianshang smiled.

"Don't forget, I'm a boy! My speed is very fast!"

Kick it out and head straight for the door.

Contact warfare is the ultimate path for swordsmen.

All powerful swordsmanship must eventually return to its origin, which is the understanding of the sword.

Wang and his party raised the peach wood sword in their hands to block, there was a slight sound, Mo Qianshang kicked the peach wood sword, ripples vibrated, and a trace of blood appeared on Wang and his party's face.

Wang and his party exclaimed,
"Damn! This is fine!"

"I am the sword, and the sword is me!"

Wang Xingxing looked cold,
"I don't believe it, I can't beat you, a person who has lost all internal strength!"

The internal force gathered, and a powerful air flow emerged from his body, and Mo Qianshang was blown away by this air flow.

Pressing his left hand on the ground, Mo Qianshang finally stopped.

A streak of blood stained his left hand red.

The ten fingers that were originally light white were torn apart.

grin,
"come again"

This time, his speed was even faster, and the wooden sword in his right hand was finally released.

Swinging out in the air, two faintly invisible cross ripples flew out.

The sword intent was approaching, and Wang and his party only realized it.

He hurriedly fell backwards, narrowly dodging the sword energy.

But Mo Qianshang is already on the verge of death.

This time, he didn't use his feet.

He is out of the sword.

This sword, in the eyes of Wang Xingxing, was ordinary.

So he stepped on the void step and stepped backwards.

However, the sword was always in front of his eyes, and the distance between the two seemed to have never been separated or approached.

A trace of cold sweat dripped down.

'This guy has lost his internal strength, why does he feel more perverted? '

The internal force exploded again, and the mahogany sword swung forward forcefully.

A piece of green lotus appeared instantly, but Mo Qianshang had already avoided it.

Mo Qianshang smiled easily

"Show swordsmanship. Otherwise, you will lose next time!"

Wang and his party sighed helplessly,
"I didn't want to be so ostentatious, but in the end, you guy, hey."

Sword up.

The sky is full of purple light, the shadow of the sword is heavy, one calamity after another, it is called infinite.

"One success and one defeat is called a calamity, and there will be countless calamities before this world! Infinite sword array!"

At this moment, he is like a sword fairy in the world.

He is the only one in the world.

Mo Qianshang's eyes were shining brightly, staring at the infinite sword formation in front of him.

His eyes are bright, and his figure is more upright.

"What a boundless sword array. False and false, Daoist swordsmanship! One calamity after another, it is called infinite."

This time, he didn't move.

Because the immeasurable sword formation in front of him could no longer be avoided.

So, he took out the wooden sword and kept waving it.

Sword after sword, he swung faster and faster. In the end, others couldn't tell whether he swung one sword or several times.

I only saw his hand, with a slight wave, a few ripples appeared.

At this moment, Wang and his party had completed their swordsmanship and pointed at Mo Qianshang.

A roar.

"Immeasurable Sword Formation!"

With this sword, he showed no mercy.

Because the man below is a sword, a sword waiting to be polished, and a divine sword that is about to be born.

Countless purple light sword qi flew out, covering the sky and covering the earth.

Infinite swords, immeasurable calamities, the existence of heaven and earth, endless calamities.

One sword and one calamity means: immeasurable calamity.

At this moment, everyone outside the venue exclaimed and shocked.

Li Hanyi's eyes were slightly red, and his right hand was tightly grasping the skirt of his clothes.

She really wanted to go in, she really wanted to be with him.

But she can't, it's his choice.

Yin Luoxia covered her mouth with her hands, she was extremely nervous, she didn't want this man she just met to die, although he looked cold, but he had a good heart.

The others watched all this nervously, as if they didn't want to see the young man die.

in the field.

Mo Qianshang was very calm, swinging sword after sword.

A sword qi hit him.

Face does not change color.

Continue to swing the wooden sword, smashing the rushing sword energy.

His hands are getting faster, his eyes are getting brighter, and his injuries are getting worse.

With each wound, the faster he swung his sword.

After nine times.

The ground was already blood red.

And from then on, his sword always hit the boundless sword energy.

He seemed to know the location of the sword qi, the weak point of the sword qi.

So, he started to move forward, he slowly stood up straight, his right hand began to slow down, but every time he would not return without success.

After a while.

The immeasurable sword array was exhausted.

Mo Qianshang was a little embarrassed, some blood made his sackcloth a little ugly.

Her hair was messy, and the blue ribbon that bound her hair had fallen to the ground.

But his eyes were bright, brighter than before, more transparent than before.

He was still standing, his back was extremely straight, more like a sword than before.

Gently raised his right hand, his hand was numb, but this did not prevent him from reaching out.

Walking in front of Wang and his party, the wooden sword was pointed on his forehead.

One touch back.

"you lose!"

Wang and his party squatted halfway on the ground, showing a wry smile,
"You are really giving me face."

Mo Qianshang froze for a moment,
"Then, do you want to do it again? I pretend to fall to the ground this time?"

Wang Xingxing rolled his eyes, stretched out his right hand,

"Help me up"

"Oh"

With a slight pull, Wang and his party immediately stood up with strength, patted their buttocks, and put away the mahogany sword.

"How is it now?"

Mo Qianshang closed his eyes, then opened them.

"I feel more advanced. Although the hands are a little tired."

Wang and his party laughed,
"It's good to have help! Then it's up to you. Go poorly."

With one foot in the air, he walked away leisurely, like a wild crane in the clouds, or like a real fairy.

"Yushu melts into the fairy and has a deep spirit, with light and vulgarity as if it has no intention. The long sorrow suddenly flies away like a crane, where can I find a lonely cloud"

"Xuanling, go back"

Xuanling bid farewell to everyone, followed by the two leaving the hero platform.

Mo Qianshang coughed and shook his head helplessly,
"Let's go, and you have to play cool to steal my limelight, really. Sigh"

turn around.

Return to the original position, sit on the ground, and continue to sharpen the tip of the sword.

And the wooden sword has only half left.

Not long after, the sword was just finished.

No.7 has already appeared.

He was dressed in black and robed, with a slender figure and a face full of vicissitudes.

A sword, a jug of wine, like a prodigal son, also like a traveler.

"I only have thirteen swords. That's why I'm called Jian Thirteen. For you, other swords are useless. So I only use one sword, and you won't die. You take my sword."

Mo Qianshang glanced at him, nodded,

"it is good"

Sword out.

No other language, no other words, only drawn swords.

then.

Mo Qianshang's wooden sword went up to meet him.

The tip of the sword touches.

Half of the wooden sword shattered in an instant, leaving only the size of a palm.

Jian Shisan turned and left.

This battle is over.

The fastest to start, the fastest to end.

A trace of blood dripped from the corner of Mo Qianshang's mouth.

"A good sword, a fast sword, a straight sword"

This sword is one sword, and it is also thirteen swords.

The thirteen swords are combined into one sword, so this is the sword that must kill.

Mo Qianshang said with emotion,

"It's true that there are hidden dragons and crouching tigers in the world."

This one is the most thrilling, but it is also the most direct, because if you can't bear it, you will die, and if you bear it, you will gain.

Jian Shisan's sword is already the purest swordsmanship, his sword contains all the changes of the sword, this is the perception of Jian Shisan's life, and now it is integrated into this sword.

But now, it was taken away by Mo Qianshang.

Return to the original position and continue sharpening the sword.

The wooden sword has become a dagger.

The wind is blowing gradually.

Everyone felt that the boy on the ground had already been unsheathed.

The slightly exposed blade of the sword already shone coldly.

Xiao Ruofeng was wearing a white fox fur, and said with a faint smile,

"The sword is almost ready."

Xie Xuan glanced at it, and then continued to look at the legend of the poem sword fairy in his hand.

"This sword, I don't know how amazing it is"

On the field.

The swordsman comes, domineering and unparalleled.

The strong disdain to take advantage of others.

Heroes cherish heroes.

This swordsman is very domineering. He only has one knife, a broken knife that can be seen everywhere.

But it is such a person that no one can ignore his existence.

Because, he is Tyrant Dao Tan Tai Po, fourth on the Liang Yu List.

"My knife, can you take it?"

Mo Qianshang stood up shaking, seeing this person, his eyes shone brightly.

"can"

"it is good"

No nonsense.

Ba Dao, the sky and the earth, I am the only one.

So this move splits the sky and splits the ground.

People block and kill gods, and Buddhas block and kill Buddhas.

An indomitable sword spirit came oncoming.

Mo Qianshang only had a poor little dagger.

Like a child, hold the handle, paddle, paddle.

It looks ridiculous.

It's also hilarious.

However, every time it was slashed, the ripples vibrated, and the invisible sword intent dimmed the sword aura a little.

His sword intent is very strong.

very strong.

Every battle is a tempering and growth for him.

Baojianfeng comes from the sharpening, and the fragrance of plum blossoms comes from bitter cold.

So the saber qi came to the front, it was already very bleak.

He raised his hand vigorously and swung his sword one last time.

The sword spirit was dimmed again.

Then, the saber air hit him, and he flew out.

Before flying out, he stretched out his wooden sword and blocked it slightly.

The wooden sword shattered.

Only finger size left.

He took two steps and stopped.

His face was pale and he was bleeding profusely, but he was very happy because he caught it.

"you lose."

He said it.

Tan Taipo touched the bloodstains on his face covered by sawdust, nodded,
"You won. I look forward to fighting you in full glory."

Without looking back, he turned and left.

Some people think that to win is to beat others, to win the king and lose the bandit.

But for some people, what he pursues is not winning, but this happy and enmity arena.

The strong have their own pride, they don't bother to take advantage of others' danger, they don't bother to bully the weak, they are also called: Xia.

On the field.

Mo Qianshang closed his eyes, this time he did not continue to sit down because it was unnecessary.

The raging wind blows silently.

The ground, walls, and water curtains all appeared silently with sword marks.

A silent charm appeared in the field.

Everyone felt that the sword was only one step away.

So, the No.9 powerhouse came on the stage.

It was a man a few years older than him.

The man's sword is very long, so his sword must be placed on its side.

An ordinary person's sword is five feet long, and a long sword is seven feet long, but his sword is nine feet long.

The man is handsome, but his face is so cold that others can feel his pain just looking at him.

The man's heart is very lonely, he seems to live to become stronger, and to become stronger is for someone.

So he plays.

He longs for a strong opponent.

Although the young man in front of him has no internal energy, his sword is very pure.

This is enough.

Just like that, he stood in front of Mo Qianshang.

Yin Luoxia exclaimed.

"It's Luo Qingyang, the lord of Muliang City, why is he here?"

Luo Qingyang, a man who became stronger for his junior sister.

On the field.

Luo Qingyang was indifferent,
"Is one sword enough?"

Mo Qianshang nodded,

"enough."

"Owe me a favor"

"I owe a lot. If I don't die, I have time to pay it back. If I die, it's a bad debt."

"You are a bit like your teacher."

"I don't know about my teacher's past, but I can see that he is not a serious person."

"If your words are heard by him, you may suffer."

Mo Qianshang opened his eyes, showing a slight smile,
"If he was here now, I don't think I would die. After all, I am dead, and he must be the one who is ashamed"

"That makes sense. Have you rested yet?"

"You can draw your sword now."

"Okay, this sword is called Donghuang Taiyi! Do you believe in fate?"

Mo Qianshang's eyes showed a trace of surprise, surprise, and memory.

'Nine songs!Why am I so familiar with Donghuang Taiyi!Eastern Emperor Taiyi!Eastern Emperor Taiyi!who is he!who is she? '

In the depths of my mind, memories emerge.

He seems to be very familiar with this name, this person, it's him, no, it's her!

'Thousands of sorrows!Bring your father's general, Mo Xie, with you!Take care of yourself. '

Back to God.

Luo Qingyang's sword has been released, the power of the gods is like a prison, and the grace of the gods is like a sea.

The meaning of this sword is God.

God, whose gift is vast, whose majesty cannot be violated.

So this sword is the sword of God.

The giant sword stretches into the sky!Coupled with Luo Qingyang's Nine Songs Sword, everyone was sweating for Mo Qianshang.

Mo Qianshang looked at the long sword that was close at hand, and glanced at the wood in his hand.

With a light throw, the last piece of wood in his hand was thrown out.

A soft sound.

There was a burst.

The sword intent bloomed, and the sword intent raged inside the water curtain, and no one could see clearly what happened inside.

I only saw the sound of tearing again and again.

Hear the sound of sword touching sword.

Until, there is no more sound.

All people found out.

Luo Qingyang retracted his sword and stood where he was.

Mo Qianshang stood where he was, without any trace of sword intent on his body.

He is peaceful.

"Thank you"

"No! Remember you owe me a favor!"

Mo Qianshang picked up the ribbon on the ground and tied up his messy hair.

"Okay, I'll give it back to you! Luo Qingyang, right?"

"Muliang City"

Turn around and leave.

Not a single cloud remains.

Mo Qianshang was filled with emotion.

Looking at the girl on the fence, she smiled and was about to step off the stage.

A handsome white figure was already standing on the ring.

"Where's your sword?"

If the sword is broken, it will not become empty, but if the sword is broken, it will be drunk today.

Ten thousand swords cast one sword, and one sword turns ten thousand swords.

　Here is the competition, tomorrow is the arena.

　　In addition to blood, there should be tears.

　　Thank you Wandering Jianghu for your reward and monthly pass.

　　This update is also more than 6000 words.

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(End of this chapter)