Bright Moon and Cold Thousand Mountains

"Are you crazy?" Shang Zihuai asked, with a hint of contemptuous smile, "Brother, you stole my things, and now you say I'm crazy—it's too ridiculous!"

"Stubborn!"

With an angry shout, Xi Lanyu raised her sword and went up.

The white light of Junzi's sword is like waves, and it is like flakes of snow in the winter moon.Every sword energy of his was condensed into a sharp killing intent, heading straight for Shang Zihuai.

It's not that Xi Lanyu never thought about confronting Shang Zihuai with a sword, but she never expected it to be in such a situation.He thought that even if Shang Zihuai wanted to fight him to the death, he would have to be in a deserted forest, coast or even a cliff. Even if Shang Zihuai was full of hatred for him, he would not drag others into the water!

But Xi Lanyu was wrong.

For many years, he no longer cared about what Shang Zihuai was doing, and stubbornly let his junior keep the appearance he remembered.Just as Shang Zihuai imitated his handwriting so vividly, it is also the strokes that his classmates read together decades ago.

There was a clanging sound, and the moment the two swords met, Xi Lanyu felt his internal force backlash quickly. His pulse was tightened, and he was immediately surprised, so he had to retreat first—the medicine Yu Zheng gave him could indeed suspend the pain in Yangzhou. The chronic poison in the medicine, but the medicine is also three-point toxic, Xi Lanyu dare not take more.

The toxicity penetrates deep into the meridians, and now a little exercise will cause an attack immediately.

Seeming to see his hesitation, Shang Zihuai said coldly: "What? Senior brother has come to this point, and you still want to show mercy to me? Aren't you the most despised person who betrays friends, seeks glory, and breaks trust?"

How did you become like this?

Just when she was about to refute, Xi Lanyu's throat became sweet, and she almost vomited blood.He forcibly exercised his kung fu to suppress the onset of toxicity, only to feel a wave of hot air being shackled in his dantian, and the most yang and virile internal force seemed to have warmed up, making him speechless.

Seeing his appearance, Shang Zihuai guessed that Xu's hair was poisonous, and said: "You are in such a miserable situation today, but you are not half as prosperous as you were when you beat all the heroes on Ziyang Mountain. You and I don't have to have an end. , Brother, I have endured it for so many years, why don't I give you a choice today."

He wiped his finger lightly on the blade, with blood stains on it: "You leave Beichuan School, we will never have anything to do with each other again. From now on, life or death is up to fate!"

Under the Shuiyue Palace today, the origins of Sheng Tianya's people in black are unknown, they followed closely after Xi Lanyu appeared just now, if they really want to identify, Xi Lanyu is really hard to argue.

Even a fool would understand that Shang Zihuai really wanted him to be ruined!

He wanted to ask: "Do you really hate me so far?"

But Xi Lanyu suddenly became dumb, he glared fiercely at Shang Zihuai, seeing the blood on the fingertips of the other party, he took a moment of divine skill, raised his sword and struck again.After all, he has cultivated deeply for many years, and under the attack of anger, he miraculously broke through the stagnation of the meridians, and the long sword was affected by the internal force, making a sound of metal clearing.

The next moment, as if the gentleman's blade could not bear his fury, a crack opened!

"It's useless to talk too much!" Xi Lanyu adjusted his breathing, his eyes were red, and he didn't have any intention of stopping when he realized that the sword body was cracked.

Shang Zihuai mocked: "Nonsense, your body won't last long!"

Xi Lanyu stopped talking to him, and Jun Zijian killed himself in an instant.Shang Zihuai couldn't avoid picking up his sword and took it, the sound of the two swords colliding was drowned in the surrounding shouts and shouts, but to the two of them, it sounded like a thunderbolt, so close to each other, the familiar scene was no longer in each other's eyes, only What remains is the indignation of an enemy.

The sword without hesitation revealed a flaw in the left rib, Shang Zi went straight to that place without mercy, but just as he was about to succeed, a palm wind carried the sword intent to kill him.

"Too slow!" Xi Lanyu shouted sharply.

They are all people who have practiced martial arts for many years, and they are all masters at the master level.When the two palms met, a strong internal energy gushed out, bringing up a strong wind, and it felt like a sharp sword was blowing against the face!

The same kung fu is now killing each other, Xi Lanyu and Shang Zihuai slipped a few feet away at the same time, and fought together again.

Jingming Junzi Sword was originally a sword technique used by the founder of Beichuan School to strengthen his body, and it was not very lethal. The two fought each other to the death, and even Jingming's sword technique began to change.If there are disciples from the Beichuan School, they will definitely benefit a lot, but at the price of this, it will be too painful.

Xi Lanyu changed the Jingming Sword into her own sword style, opening and closing, it is the most famous style "Never Alone and Neighbor".

A hundred years of life, walking side by side but end up strangers, it is better to forget each other in the rivers and lakes.This pose was originally the closing gesture of Jingming Sword, which means "virtue is not alone, my way is not alone", but it is ironic when used at this time.

"Here!" Jingming Junzi's sword pierced through the wind and rain, its brilliance covered the sky and the sun, Xi Lanyu's eyes flashed a trace of unbearable, but finally pressed the hilt of the sword towards the man's heart.

Shang Zihuai's martial arts has always been inferior to him, at this moment he was dazzled by the sword light, and he simply closed his eyes, he must have many regrets in his heart, just thinking that retribution will come eventually.

No one can twist his mind except himself, Shang Zihuai has been studying the scriptures by himself for many years, but he can't escape greed, ignorance and jealousy.Although his good brother Li Zuo Nian and his wife can't see each other day and night, he is also well-respected and respected in the Jianghu because of his harmonious singing. Shen Baifeng ignores the important affairs of Miaoyin Pavilion. landscape.

But internally, he has been suppressed by his senior brother for many years, and externally, Shang Zihuai was mentioned in the martial arts, and he said with three points of contempt that he was Xi Lanyu's good junior and puppet.

But isn't he the pride of heaven?How can I bear this tone?

If you make a wrong step, you will just let yourself go into the abyss, and Shang Zihuai can't stop.He only felt that all the pain came from Xi Lanyu, he forbeared, retreated, and was finally swallowed up by jealousy.

Originally in his plan, Xi Lanyu would not come back again, but unexpected problems arose.Shang Zihuai couldn't figure out the cause and effect, now surrounded by Xi Lanyu's sword energy, he was about to die immediately, but he was still unwilling.

The friendship of classmates in the past, even though the two of them have faced each other from back to back... After all, they are all classmates——

"Brother, you really want to kill me this time."

With a crisp sound, the long sword fell to the ground, but there was no blood spatter five steps as expected.

Shang Zihuai opened his eyes, and when his eyelids drooped, the cracked Junzi sword was pressing against his chest, and with just a little more effort, he could immediately come out through his body.

How far can a sword be, but only three feet.

Shang Zihuai looked at Xi Lanyu's eyes in surprise, the man frowned, as if he was wrestling with himself.None of them opened their mouths, no one begged for mercy, and no one provoked them. There was constant killing around them. The fighting between the man in black and the decent knights was fierce. From time to time there were screams mixed with blood, and it was impossible to tell who was who. of.

The buzzing sound tore a hole in the ear, calling Shang Zihuai from the void back to reality.

Xi Lanyu put away the sword, this time she could no longer hide the unbearable look in her eyes: "Zi Huai, if I really want to kill you, you have died ten times just now—that's all."

What he hadn't said was that his brothers and sisters were in the same school, and he couldn't do it.

If he was ten years younger, he would definitely fight Shang Zihuai to the death, forcing him to kneel down and beg for mercy before giving up.But Baiju is too late, he is old, and Shang Zihuai is no longer young, so what's the point of fighting for breath?

At his age, although he will not be resigned to fate, there are many things that he doesn't care about once he looks past them.

Xi Lanyu smiled mockingly, he never thought that at the critical moment of life and death, he could be forced to soften his heart suddenly by a word from Shang Zihuai.Perhaps he believed that Shang Zihuai's nature was not bad, and if he left, he would be able to correct his mistakes, and the Beichuan school would not be like this—just as if he had owed Shang Zihuai for many years, and now he is paying him back.

As for the "Bi Luo Tian Shu", if his time is running out, it has nothing to do with him.

Thinking of this, he turned around amidst Shang Zihuai's stunned expression, leaving him with a lonely back.

Xi Lanyu was about to leave in a flick of her sleeves when she suddenly heard the sound of breaking through the air.

He staggered, his knees almost went limp and he fell to the ground, looking down at the cold light in his chest in disbelief.

The tip of the sword was stained with his blood, and it was even hot.Xi Lanyu wanted to turn his head to look, but the next moment, he didn't even have the strength to do so, and when the sword was drawn out, a strong fishy smell spread out.

Xi Lanyu's eyes were wide open, and his vision gradually dimmed. Apart from the blood, he only had time to smell a puff of sandalwood.

It became extremely difficult to speak, Xi Lanyu's lips opened and closed, his heart and lungs were like a broken bellows while breathing, and there was a wheezing sound in his ears: "You...you..."

Shang Zihuai dyed his clothes with sandalwood all the year round, and the breath was calm and heavy, with a pungent fragrance, which became his representative.At this moment, the sandalwood was stained with blood and became even more fragrant.

"Brother, you don't have the heart to kill me." Shang Zihuai stood beside him, blood dripped from the long sword and rolled into the soil at his feet, "but I really want to kill you."

He put his hand on Xi Lanyu's shoulder lightly. He had thought about this scene, but at this moment, many things to say were stuck in his throat, as if he was choking.

I have never found that early summer can actually make people feel cold.

Shang Zihuai withdrew his hand.

The top expert beside him collapsed to the ground, facing the loess, without breathing again.When a person dies, he loses his spirit, and even the top martial arts masters are not immune to this ugliness.

The sky was pattering with rain.

"Xi Lanyu is dead—!"

The knight from the Central Plains who was the first to look over made a strange cry, tearing his throat, and before it spread far into the rain, he was suddenly cut off by a man in black who appeared behind him, his head fell heavily to the ground, his eyes were still open superior.

Shang Zihuai suddenly came back to his senses, and he looked around, seeing blood everywhere.

He wiped the rain off his face, and said loudly: "Xi Lanyu is no longer a member of the Beichuan School, colluding with Sheng Tianya, and now he is being punished, everyone doesn't have to worry about it, just fight out of the siege!"

"Presumptuous!" Before he finished speaking, a thin lancet came to his eyes. Shang Zihuai had no time to parry, and the blood stains instantly soaked through his clothes. He was about to be dyed red, and he had killed countless men in black, and his gaze was full of hatred.

She listened to Fengbu at her feet to the extreme: "Shang Zihuai, I respect you and trust you in vain, but you treat Master like this! And now...you framed Mr. Xi! You paid for your life for Master!"

An evil light flashed, the lancet and the long sword struck in the air, and Song Min'er clearly saw the fleeting killing intent in Shang Zihuai's eyes.

"When I was just now, everyone was too busy to take care of themselves, but I didn't want the disciples on the twelfth floor to hear clearly... Hmph, since you heard them all, what's the use of saving this life!" Shang Zihuai said, with the long sword slanted down, Then he killed Song Min'er again.

Although he was overwhelmed by Xi Lanyu, he has been the head teacher of the Beichuan School for many years. In terms of internal strength and qualifications, how could Song Miner, a junior, be able to compare with him.Song Min'er was held in Shang Zihuai's hand, and she was powerless to parry. She gritted her teeth and received a sword move. Her wrist was so stiff that it was numb, and she could hardly lift the knife.

Without giving her any chance to breathe, Shang Zihuai's sword tip trembled slightly, and after a short pause, he attacked again.

That sword style is extremely fierce, vaguely mixed with the shadow of the Five Mountains' sword veins, and it can be discerned carefully, it seems to be Huashan's unique technique of breaking the knife.This kind of sword move has not been seen in Jianghu for a long time, and with the Huashan School whose Wuyue sword veins are only in decline, this sword style has gradually disappeared, and even the master Zhao Yang has never used it.

But there are rumors that Wuyue swordsmanship can suppress Chunshui swordsmanship!

Song Min'er was taken aback, she didn't dare to take it lightly, she slashed the knife in front of her body, gathered energy and strength, and heard a "ding dong" in her ear.With a light slap, the lancet slashed down obliquely, using the last move of Chunshui knife technique - Ten Miles of Misty Rain.

When the ancestor of the twelfth floor realized the knife, it happened to be traveling to the south of the Yangtze River, so the moves contain spring flowers and spring grass, spring rain and spring breeze, and the last move is particularly poetic and picturesque.The name of Chunshui Saber Technique is soft and beautiful, but it is inevitable that it lacks fortitude in actual combat.

I saw Song Min'er's willow-like waist leaning back, brushing the sword edge of Shang Zi's arms, and the narrow lancet seemed to shake as well, the blade crossed across as thin as a cicada's wing, and slashed towards Shang Zi like a dagger. Zihuai!

"Small tricks!" Shang Zihuai snorted, but ignored the knife, and slapped Song Min'er's abdomen with his palm.

She didn't have any strength in her body, so she had to eat this palm forcefully, and there was a burst of burning pain from her dantian to the heavenly spirit.Song Min'er turned over a few feet, propped the lancet on the ground, and vomited a mouthful of red blood.

But Shang Zihuai didn't intend to let her go, turned the long sword, and easily tapped the ground with his feet, and immediately made another extremely sharp move!

Song Min'er looked directly at the cold light on the tip of the sword, and rationally and clearly wanted her to run away, but her body froze in place, her bone marrow was so painful that she couldn't move a single finger——

Is it possible to stop here?She suddenly closed her eyes.

"Ding--"

The crisp sound of metal clashing resounded through the clouds, and then there was a sudden silence, even the rain hitting the plantain could be clearly heard.

Song Min'er opened her eyes, and there was a knife lying in the air just in front of her, blocking the stabbing long sword.She raised her head in disbelief, and shouted: "Elder brother!"

There was no reply, and she saw the other party frowning.The white clothes by Yu Zheng's side were stained with dust, and his rain-drenched hair was stuck to his temples. The ice-like indifference between his brows had finally changed a bit. Song Min'er saw his anger for the first time, even though he was restrained. It's palpitating.

"It's a good trick 'You Feng Lai Yi'." Yu Zheng said calmly, "Yu Zheng came to ask the head of the merchant for a good trick!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he suddenly slashed at Shang Zihuai with his long knife.

The power of Chunshui Saber Technique in his hands suddenly increased, Yu Zheng was younger than Shang Zihuai, although his experience and internal strength were insufficient, his strikes were as fast as lightning.If the lancet in Song Min'er's hand is the ultimate softness to overcome rigidity, and Yu Zheng used the continuous side, attacking continuously with speed and stickiness, even Shang Zihuai couldn't help but lose his footsteps.

The Jingming sword has a majestic atmosphere, like the majestic Mount Tai, and the spring water knife is flying out of the dust, like a flying swallow piercing a willow. One is thick and steady, and the other is light and agile.

Shang Zihuai fought Yu Zheng with the Jingming Sword first, but he couldn't get any advantage after hundreds of rounds.He frowned and thought, and after a while, the sword's momentum suddenly changed, and he went straight to Yu Zheng.Listening to Fengbu, he turned around a few feet immediately, stepped on the blade with his toe, Yu Zheng jumped up, after a few steps, he turned around and made another move of "Feiyan Nanhui".

He kept his face calm, still secretly startled, and thought: "This Shang Zihuai's sword technique is really different from Xi Lanyu's, what's so weird about it, that he can see through the mystery of Chunshui sword technique...?"

Song Min'er covered his heart, and suddenly said: "Senior Brother Yu, be careful, he has practiced the sword skills of Wuyue Sword Meridian!"

"Huh?" Yu Zheng was a little distracted, almost being stabbed in the lower abdomen, the gap between his eyebrows became deeper and deeper, and he snorted coldly, "The Beichuan school claims to be the best in swordsmanship in the world, why are they still fighting with the Wuyue Sword Book that has been missing for many years?" Can't make it through?"

Shang Zihuai smiled: "Nephew, why don't you go to the Nine Springs and ask Zhao Yang!"

Yu Zheng didn't answer, and the lancet in his hand became more and more swift.

It's a pity that he has never comprehended the Five Sacred Mountains swordsmanship, coupled with the suspicions in his heart, Yu Zheng's hands and feet were slightly frozen, and suddenly his shoulder blade was pierced by a sword.

"Huashan's swordsmanship is naturally inferior to Jingmingjian. Unfortunately, I have heard the advice. Back then, a senior in Huashan faced Zhong Buyi, the first master of the twelfth floor of yours. At that time, Zhong Buyi was already a famous master of swords. This senior actually Can suppress him for dozens of rounds. Guess why?" Shang Zihuai had a hard time, and immediately attacked Yu Zheng again, and his long sword was directly at the gate of life. Second floor."

With the sound of breaking through the sky, Yu Zheng held the long sword with one hand, his palm was dripping with blood, and the lancet fell to the ground with a bang.

He suddenly showed a somewhat sinister smile: "Really? But the twelfth floor is famous all over the world, and it's not just the Spring Water Sword Technique."

Shang Zihuai didn't have time to be surprised, and suddenly saw the young man's intact right hand turn his palm into a finger.He suddenly said something bad, let go of the long sword and was about to retreat, but suddenly he was pointed at the side of his waist, and half of his body was instantly paralyzed.

"As the head of the twelfth floor, how can I not practice flower-folding hands?" Yu Zheng's left skirt is covered with bloodstains, but his momentum is still calm, "It's just a wound, this 'flash in the pan' is cheap is you."

Just about to go up again, Yu Zheng snorted softly, his face turned pale.

Shang Zihuai understood in his heart, the fierceness in his eyes gradually faded away, and he said with a smile: "I'm afraid my nephew's words are exaggerated! Brother Zuo once told me that the hand of folding flowers is entrusted to the power of heaven and earth on the twelfth floor. Above, the heaven and earth kung fu was born in the severe cold of Xixiu Mountain. Using it for your own use for a long time, it actually hurts your body too much. Zuo Nian is not easy to use these 36 moves. Right now, my nephew has been seriously injured, and I can still be called Do you want to learn how to fold flowers?"

"Why not!"

Suddenly, a person in heaven and earth responded loudly, and Shang Zihuai looked up, only to see people in black and white clothes fluttering towards him.He is different from Yu Zheng, and even different from any doorman on the twelfth floor.

The young man's appearance is very good, with upturned lips and red phoenix eyes, his half-smile look makes people feel cold.He was holding a human head in his hand, and he threw it aside indifferently, his fingertips were dripping with blood, and he was in a trance—the young man who received Xi Lanyu's swordsmanship in the ring at that time.

Shang Zihuai was taken aback for a moment, what he saw seemed to be the shadow of Zuo Nian, but not all.

Wen Di wiped the blood on his face with the back of his hand: "I shouldn't have cared about the matter on the twelfth floor, and the enmity with Zuo Nian also disappeared yesterday. But I listened to what Master Shang said, which made Zuo Nian go crazy Are you the one who beheaded the innocent... As the saying goes, if there is an injustice, there is a debtor, and I will take my life for others!"

After all, he didn't have any more nonsense, he made a sword finger with one hand, and "pierced flowers and brushed willows" straight to the heart of Shang Zi's eyebrows!