Zhong Shan was already thousands of miles away.
The cold wind is far more piercing than Qinglu Mountain, the night is like thick ink that cannot be melted, and the continuous shadows of the mountains not far away are like giant beasts dormant in the dark.
He couldn't see the moon when he looked up, and the snow cloud was so thick that it blocked the faint starlight.
Zhong Shan thought that it was going to snow tonight.
Eight disciples wearing ink-splashed landscape robes stood behind him, and no one spoke in the whistling wind.
Different from the fertile plains of the Central Continent, there is a flat river. The southern land is mountainous, and the terrain is high in the east and west. After the magician crosses the sea, after passing through the seaside towns that are already empty cities, they have to climb over the mountains.
The plan of the Qinglu Sword Sect is simple.
Since it is outnumbered and the enemy is strong, it is inevitable to take advantage of the terrain and natural hazards to ambush and surprise. Before the army of magic cultivators reaches the hinterland of the southern continent, it is necessary to weaken their combat power and consume their will.
In addition to the formation on the seaside, the traps along the road. The first ambush to be conducted by humans is the 'two difficulties'.
The two difficulties are not the city wall, but the most precipitous mountain road in the Southern Continent. The cliffs on both sides are solid rock, towering into the clouds, and there is nowhere to climb. The narrowest part of the mountain road can only accommodate four people walking side by side.
If you don't pass here, you will have to detour thousands of miles.
Song Tang, who had already succeeded the sect master, decided to arrange a formation and hide on the cliff. When the magic cultivator entered the mountain road, the blasting formation was triggered, the ground shook and the mountain collapsed, and at least a thousand enemies could be buried.
It's just such a large scale, to blow up the blasting array of the entire mountain road, it needs to be stimulated with a strong enough sword intent.
The question is, who goes
There should not be too many people, so as not to leak their whereabouts, preferably no more than ten people. The leader must have a firm mind, and face the vast and boundless cultivators without fear.
You must have a strong kendo cultivation base, one sword to cut through mountains and rocks, and one husband to be invincible. It is even more necessary to fight against the strongest cultivation base in the demon army, at least hold the opponent until the mountain road completely collapses.
From a selfish point of view, Song Tang did not want his younger brother to go. 'Dilemma' means 'dilemma of life and death', rumored to be the fall of a saint in the Age of All Saints. And the saber of that saint is the wind and rain sword in Zhong Shan's hand.
This coincidence made Song Tang feel heavy.
From the perspective of Italy, the elders in the door do not want Zhongshan to go. His talent is astonishing, and he has understood the sword intent of wind and rain. If he has a hundred years, he will surely be able to transcend the calamity and become a saint. He is the future of the Qinglu Sword Sect.
However, none of this can change the minds of the parties.
For Song Tang, Zhong Shan said 'my sword intent is the most suitable'. To the elder who discouraged him, Zhong Shan said, "If you don't go now, your mind will not be perfect, and it will be difficult to advance your practice in the future." '
He led the eight elite disciples who followed him down the mountain and took the lead to fight the first battle in the southern land.
The snow cloud accumulated for a long time, and finally began to snow.
The sporadic snowflakes, accompanied by the cold wind, got bigger and bigger, and soon overwhelmed the rugged mountain road.
Thousands of cliffs, the young man sat cross-legged on a raised rock.
The long sword is placed across the knee.
Now, the power of the magic weapon, Feng Yujian, has long been unable to overwhelm him. No one will feel that he will see his sword at first sight before anyone else.
Zhong Shan sensed the earth shaking slightly, and his eyes passed through the snow and fell on the shadow below the mountain.
Shadows are coming fast, like black tides.
Dilemma, he thought
It's not that hard to know where to go.
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On the same snowy night, Yin Biyue and Luo Mingchuan had just ended a battle, or a unilateral massacre, and continued to head eastward.
As expected, there were endless ambushes along the way, but Yin Biyue did not stop playing his sword in the sea of consciousness even though he was extremely tense.
Now, his Lingxiao Sword Art moves have long been familiar to him, but if he wants to fight against the enemy, the real energy consumption is huge, but the power is not as good as the Cold Water Sword, and even less than the Blue Sky and White Sun Sword.
Yin Biyue couldn't help thinking that, fortunately, his senior brother was by his side, so that he would not be anxious. Looking good is useful.
The next moment he stopped this kind of nonsense, because Luo Mingchuan shook his hand lightly.
The two stopped in tacit agreement.
After passing this empty coastal city, and then crossing the sea, it is the East Land. The battle just now did not make them feel tired, and they became vigilant almost at the same time.
After two breaths, a figure appeared at the end of the empty long street.
The practitioner's eyesight allowed Yin Biyue to pass through the night and see clearly that it was a monk. There is no age on his face, and there is no Zen stick in his hand, only a string of ebony beads.
The desolate wind and snow and the dilapidated street scene made his monk robe more gray, which was no different from many monks in the world. Speaking of spiritual bearing, it is far inferior to those Buddhist medical practitioners who came out of the mountains in troubled times to cure diseases and save people.
The monk stopped three feet away and proclaimed a Buddha name. Then he said, "Lord Luo Shi, stay safe."
The voice was gentle, but when he opened his mouth, the blizzard on the long street was strangely quiet.
Luo Mingchuan subconsciously stood in front of Yin Biyue and bowed.
"Master, it's been a long time."
His eyes were somber, he couldn't see his anger.
This greeting made Yin Biyue guess, and his heart tightened when he saluted.
Luo Mingchuan's etiquette could not be wrong, but his attitude was very strong, "My junior brother and I are in a hurry and have no time to greet each other. Please ask Master Haihan."
The monk didn't answer, just smiled, and the long street was quiet and snowy. The thick clouds above them dissipated, and the silver-like starlight descended from the sky, illuminating the remaining snow on the street corners.
With a single thought, the situation changes, just like Mr. Zhang Yuan and Yu Shi once waved their sleeves and threw their candles to change the rain and rain in Chongming Mountain.
This is the real sub-Saint method. The identity of the visitor is clear.
All empty temples, Master Wuwang.
The guess was confirmed, Yin Biyue felt the almost stagnant energy in Changjie, and had a bad premonition, and glanced at the people around him.
Luo Mingchuan knew what he wanted to ask, and he did not shy away from sound transmission. He turned to explain to him, "I was in Qiongzhou when I was a child. I began to practice the way of the gentleman. However, my mother was worried and died of depression, and then I went to the school and met you."
A few words explain the cause and effect.
Wuwang said, "Master Luo Shi, you have finally cultivated the Nine Ranks of Tian Luo and entered the Devil's Way."
Luo Mingchuan's expression was still calm, "Dare to ask why Master came today?"
"It doesn't matter why the poor monk came. But where did this Yin Shizhu beside you come from? Where is he going?"
The innocent eyes are soft, and it also gives people a sense of oppression that has nowhere to hide. In the face of such a profound realm, Yin Biyue did not have the slightest sense of awe or timidity, "I don't understand the master's Zen and deep meaning. I can only say that I came from Cangya Xihua Peak and went to Donglu Meteorite Abyss. Stop me two?"
Wuwang asked, "Do you know who the people around you are?"
This sentence reminded him of the Buddhist hall of Xingshan Temple in an instant.
Yin Biyue is about to explode!
What time is this! If I let go of my brother, will he die! Will it! !
Luo Mingchuan felt his emotional instability and pulled his sleeve. But this time Yin Biyue didn't have the warmth of being healed, instead he became more angry, "Senior brother, you don't care about some things, but I'm not fair for you."
"Master, I don't know how many secrets you big people can count, only that no one is perfect. No matter how filial children are, they will disobey their parents, and no matter how loving couples are, there will always be two days a month to hack each other to death. This There are no natural saints in the world, you are too harsh for my brother…”
"My brother, because of what you said back then, he has been strict with himself for decades, cultivated the way of a gentleman, and acted in a proper manner. How could he ever take a wrong step? You say he is a devil, is he a devil?"
"The rhetoric of the fate of the stars is not what I think."
Being contradicted like this, Wuwang's expression did not change, and he just asked,
"Then what's your reasoning? Why go to Meteorite Abyss?"
Yin Biyue was startled.
He admits that he does not have Master's principle of 'do not ask for the right way to kill people, and act only on the basis of the heart', nor does he have the noble consciousness of 'gou Li heaven and earth live and die'.
So why do these things
Suddenly there was a gust of wind around him, and I saw Luo Mingchuan's figure vanishing out of thin air, Yin Biyue's outstretched hand fell into the void, and he watched the people around him disappear without a trace.
Panic, horrified, angry, powerless, and the anxiety accumulated along the way, full of depression reached its peak, "What did you do to my senior brother!"
I shouldn't reason with monks like you! There is a soft use to say more!
Yasheng is amazing, isn't he? ! Come fight! !
The Linyuan sword was unsheathed, and the shrill roar of the sword resounded through the long street!
The remnant snow on the ground was rolled up by the violent real essence, spun rapidly, and gathered with the sword, like a long river rushing and a flood. Yin Biyue flew into the sky, stabbed straight with his sword, and appeared a foot away in front of Wuwang in an instant.
Then I had to stop, and the snow rustled all over my body.
The world returned to silence.
Wuwang lowered his eyebrows and lowered his eyes, his palms moved slightly, like a split or close, like the beginning of a lotus blossom.
lotus print!
In the night sky, the edge of the snow cloud was plated with golden light, and the huge micro pressure penetrated. Yin Biyue only felt that a mountain was pressing down on his shoulders, and the wrist holding the sword weighed more than 1,000 jin.
Can't get in.
It was just a simple Buddha seal that turned an ordinary monk into a dharma-eyed Buddha.
How can the sword of the human world defeat the Buddha in the sky
At the same moment, in Luo Mingchuan's world, Yin Biyue disappeared out of thin air.
Wu Xiandao said, "After all, Tianluo Jiuzhuan also has half Buddhist origins. Lord Luo Shi must know that Buddha and Demon are only in one thought."
Luo Mingchuan said coldly, "If I want to become a Buddha, I will become a Buddha. If I want to become a devil, I will become a devil. Where do I go, I don't need to bother Master!"
After speaking, his hands flew, and it was exactly the same as the indiscreet action, and the two identical lotus seals collided with each other!
Like a thunderbolt, the houses on both sides of the long street exploded one after another, and the smoke and dust filled the sky and shot into the sky.
Yin Biyue sensed the subtle changes in Changjie's qi, although he didn't know what happened, it didn't prevent him from seizing the opportunity.
After the sword's momentum suddenly converged, the angle changed abruptly. The afterimage flies, and the sword edge finally pierces the phantom of the lotus platform!
Wuwang didn't seem to move, but the long sword rubbed the edge of the monk's robe on his left shoulder, and did not touch the corner of his clothes at all.
Yin Biyue knew that this was because the opponent's realm had already touched the laws of space, which was far faster than his 'Treading Mountains and Rivers' movement technique.
Without waiting for him to change his sword, he could only hear Wuwang shout, "Xinghe sinks!"
The monk has spoken since tonight, and his tone has always been as calm as chanting scriptures. At this time, he suddenly drank it violently, as if a silver bottle suddenly burst, and an ancient bell tolled mournfully!
Inexplicably, Yin Biyue subconsciously changed the path of Zhen Yuan's running, sinking his wrist and sword, and cutting the Buddha bead in Wuwang's hand. The sharp sword energy shot out, the bluestone slabs on the long street cracked, and the golden light on the edge of the snow cloud was cut inch by inch.
When he returned to his senses, he had already used the first form of Lingxiao Sword Art—Xinghe Shen.
Fourteen Buddha beads scattered from Wuwang's wrist, shot in all directions, blocking all his escape routes, and shouted at the same time, "Ocean tide!"
The Linyuan sword was provoked from bottom to top, and thousands of piles of remnant snow were on the long street, accompanied by the whistling of the north wind.
The city is close to the coast, not far from the calm sea, but at this time, it is like being stirred by a hurricane, and the waves are floating in the sky in an instant.
Fourteen Buddha beads were submerged by the wind and snow, like a lonely boat swaying in the sea. Wuwang's handprints changed continuously, retreating three feet, shouting, "Lianshan down!"
The Linyuan Sword went forward inexorably, beheading it with the momentum of the collapse of the ground.
The Lingxiao Sword Art starts with three moves, the galaxy sinks, the tide rises, and the mountains fall.
Just as the east of the 30,000-mile river flows into the sea, and the 5,000-mile mountain rises to the sky.
After the three moves, Yin Biyue seemed to have entered some kind of wondrous realm, with surging real energy and extremely smooth operation.
The Linyuan Sword is in harmony with his mind, and the sword is self-sufficient.
I don't know how long it has passed, he seems to be no longer on the long street, there is no wind and snow in front of him, and there is no monk. Sometimes happy, sometimes empty.
I just heard someone ask, "What's your reasoning?"
"I like this world, and I have to protect it."
"Like I like senior brother, I want to be with him!"
"That's my reason!"
Extremely simple, almost unreasonable.
"Whoa-"
Wuwang was penetrated by Linyuan's heart veins, like a mirror image shattered.
Yin Biyue suddenly returned to his senses, and looked at it again. There was never a cracked bluestone slab, no smoke, dust or wind and snow.
It's still the first long street. The night was quiet, and the stars were faint. The brothers and monks stood before him.
The first battle was just now, only in the state of undaunted meditation.
"Good, the road is simple. Congratulations to the donor Yin for breaking the Mahayana."
After saying this, the monk's face quickly turned gray and aged, as if decades of vitality had passed away in one breath.
Yin Biyue and Luo Mingchuan saluted properly, "Thank you, Master."
Wu Wang proclaimed the Buddha's name, turned around calmly, took a step towards the school, and disappeared in an instant.
Yin Biyue had understood at this time that this battle was not about winning or losing, nor about life and death.
A sub-sage used the unique Buddhist lion's roar to break through the confusion for him, and he broke through the realm with the sword intent of Lingxiao, and only then did he truly understand the power of the magic weapon of Linyuan.
This is his way of fighting.