"Fuck you, you want to kill me!" Zuo Yuesheng yelled.

After taking the medicine pill, the vision finally became clear.

The familiar altar appeared in front of him, but compared to before he fell into the illusion, everything changed.

The four door pillars in the east, west, north, south and south of the Yuan altar are folded with lintels. Zhunv Zhu Shi, who is standing under the pillars, is unconscious on the ground. The silver lake around the altar looks like a lotus pond devastated by the storm: the blue-and-white porcelain originally standing in the pavilion. The lamp was shattered, and the residual candle floated on the water, and the tears of the candle were as red as blood.

What's more, the long corridor bridge of the entire city Zhusi was also destroyed by 50% or 60%, the fog dissipated, and the sky was rainless.

This is probably the first rain break in Licheng.

Zuo Yuesheng only felt the pain in his head as if there were thousands of needles being pierced. Although he took the medicine pill, his eyes were still dizzy one after another. He knew that this was because they had previously entered the illusion formation. Killing enemies in the phantom array seems to have nothing to do with the body/body, but it is actually very mind-consuming. If they are trapped in the phantom array for a longer time, I am afraid that even if there is no real attack, just relying on the illusory water mill will be able to make their minds. Grind to death.

Zuo Yuesheng calmed down and looked around despite the headache.

I saw Zhou Ziyan, that god-killing lunatic standing on the water far away with his sword in hand, his long hair whiter than Elder Tao. Elder Tao stood opposite him, and the gray robe was also covered in blood. The two faced each other, and no one took Yu Guang to this side.

Zuo Yuesheng originally thought it was Elder Tao who broke the phantom formation, but seeing how the master and apprentice faced each other with their swords drawn towards each other, in an unending posture... Elder Tao didn't seem to have enough energy to break through the formation.

Then only...

As soon as he was happy, he turned his head happily to find someone.

"Young Master Qiu! I know you are in the world..."

"Damn it! People!!!"

There were several people sitting in the water pavilion, Lu Jing, Ye Cang, monk Budu, and Lou Jiang, who was as white as a ghost.

Only there is no hatred of thin lights.

"Don't fall into the water, right?" Lu Jing looked into the lake in a panic, "Can Qiu Bodeng know water?"

While speaking, on an unknown street in the city, a piece of moonlight rose up, illuminating half of the sky. The moonlight swept across the entire Licheng in the blink of an eye, and an invisible pressure suddenly fell on everyone's shoulders. Zuo Yuesheng, who had just stood up, didn't even have time to squeak, so he "thumped" and knelt down again.

Except for Elder Tao and Zhou Ziyan, no one could keep standing.

Elder Tao, who was confronting Zhou Ziyan, suddenly raised his eyes and looked in the direction of the moonlight.

"Who did you make a deal with?" Elder Tao asked sharply.

The boatman didn't answer.

He didn't have the strength to speak. ………………

The white phoenix's long and sharp phoenix tail draws a poignant moon arc in mid-air, it turns around and folds its wings into a beam of clear light, hiding in the Cang Shui sword. Huainingjun and Qiu Bodeng stood at the head and end of Pan Street, facing each other from a distance, the wind blowing their sleeves. There are stray fires falling behind Qiu Bo Lan, like a final rain.

Huainingjun said, "I don't want to kill you."

Qiu Bodeng did not speak.

The ink-like blackness on the hem of his clothes completely disappeared, and the blood fell down Tai Yijian's bright sword, dripping into the puddles formed by the rain on the street, splashing a small flower of blood.

"Sword to ward off evil spirits."

Qiu Bodeng said softly.

In Taoism, the sword has always had the meaning of "practicing the law with high power and suppressing all evils".

The gentleman's sword is in all directions, so Xianmen likes to use swords when dealing with evil spirits and those who have entered the evil way. In "Dongzhou Chronicle", it is said that Taiyizong has ancient swords to control the mountains. For ten thousand years, there has been no incident of evil spirits stealing disciples into the mountain gate, because Taiyijian is a "high-gong practice method, suppressing all evils". sword.

Huaining-Jun's Cang Shui Sword is obviously also a "sword of the upper hand".

Unlike Tai Yi, who was badly wounded, Cang Shui was an intact upper sword.

In the last fight before the phantom formation collapsed, Jun Huaining drew a full moon in mid-air with his sword leading the phoenix spirit, driving the mighty power of Cangshui Qingshanhe Town.

Qiu Bodeng knew how to catch that sword.

...the flat sword is raised at the wrist, the tip of the sword is downward, and the body of the sword extends horizontally from left to right. After blocking it, he turned his sword and turned to the right.

But he didn't catch it.

——Because the barrier energy he relied on was completely destroyed by the sword light before the sword fell.

The blood kept dripping and splashing.

Qiu Bodeng looked around, and glanced at the red scorpions that kept falling.

They fell into the shadow of the eaves and pillars, and the scales were flickering. But if the rain stopped longer, they would not go dormant, but simply die.

Like a burning fire.

The karma is melted away, and the Chili goes dormant.

He has no more to rely on.

"I don't want to just lose the only one... old friend who can beat me in swordsmanship." Huainingjun said lightly.

He stopped the sword at the last moment, otherwise Qiu Bodeng would not be able to stand on the street right now.

"I said, you are not my opponent now."

Huainingjun's white shirt turned into silver armor, and his aura suddenly soared - when he was just fighting against Qiu Bodeng, he even suppressed part of his cultivation... It seems to be showing mercy, and it seems that he wants to be with his old friend after many years. Once again, they fought evenly as before.

"Give me the key and let's go."

Qiu Bodeng did not speak.

He drew/pulled/out the Taichi sword that was inserted/into the street.

He closed his eyes, held the hilt of the sword with his right hand, crossed the sword in front of his chest, and slowly held the body of the sword with his left hand, pressing down one by one with his pale fingers. The tattered blade cut through the flesh, and the blood rolled over the cold iron but no longer fell, but a little bit into the blade. He slowly moved his left hand, from left to right, washing the Taiyi sword with his own blood.