The moonlight was hazy and the stars were twinkling.

Such a night reminds me of the name change just yesterday, and I sigh for a while. "Breaking the white Taishang forgetfulness is actually not good for you. White is not a purple shirt, and a purple shirt is not necessarily a purple shirt. Taishang forgetfulness is powerful, but it is enough to determine the strength of the purple shirt? If white dies, the pressure on the Justice League will be even greater! However, it is better not to talk too much about these things, it has nothing to do with me, and the decision on this matter is not in your hands. With such a bright moon, I should let you see my new calligraphy and paintings over the years-"

Le'er was anxious to listen to it, but she didn't have a good seizure in front of Xi'er, so she had to patiently watch the calligraphy and paintings that she had just changed her name yesterday and took out one by one, unfolding them one by one, telling when, where, and what mood she did......

month, skewed.

It's late at night.

Just changed his name yesterday and was drunk on the table.

Xi'er got up and beckoned Le'er to leave.

"But he-" Le'er looked at the name change yesterday, unwilling to leave like this.

"Hehehehe...... He, sobering up somewhere is what he likes. ”

"I don't care if he's drunk or not! Xi'er, do you believe his words? Since he knows white, maybe he has received the benefits of white, maybe he has hidden some secret for the sake of being too forgetful! How can you know if he is telling the truth without coercing a confession? Le'er was angry and said that she cared about a man, which in itself made her no longer there, and it was unacceptable.

"Hehehehe...... He, don't worry about it. Xi'er smiled and left, Le'er stomped her foot hatefully, left the name she had just changed yesterday, and chased after Xi'er.

Since Xi'er insisted that there was no such need, although Le'er was unwilling, she decided to give up. In fact, Le'er Ben didn't really doubt the reason for the name change just yesterday. If it weren't for that, she wouldn't have listened to Xi'er.

The moonlight, the sound of the piano, bursts.

In the cold mountains and forests, there are bursts of reminiscences.

Fluttering white clothes, hunting in the wind, ten fingers moving lightly, the strings have not stopped.

When the sound is over, Xiaojian doesn't know when. Already standing next to White. "Sword Song Xing."

"Sword Song Xing." White repeated those three words, it was their favorite tune to listen to, but she hadn't played it in years.

Sword songs, free rivers and lakes, happy enmity, and the achievement of the dream of undefeated legends.

At that time, Zishan always liked to play this song, and was full of confidence and yearning for the future of the rivers and lakes.

But the rivers and lakes are not so beautiful.

The name of the undefeated legend white has long been won. But they never felt exactly what they were called. Because there was a woman who they had never overcome, although it was not a defeat, and it was in line with the name of being undefeated. However, that kind of failure, in contrast to each other, is a result that should not exist.

The most beautiful time in the rivers and lakes is undoubtedly when you are a newcomer, and everything is full of confidence and curiosity. The future is full of climbing prospects.

When you really climb to the top, there is only a void that cannot be touched, and there is nowhere to continue climbing; And I know too many people in the rivers and lakes. Too many things are involved in it, and they are still chic, but they are already carrying heavy things on their shoulders, and they are still facing with laughter, but it does not mean that they can ignore the heaviness on their shoulders.

Newcomers can be full of enthusiasm for realizing their dreams, but at the peak, how can the so-called dreams be realized? A moment, or forever.

It is easy to dream for a moment, but it seems that it is never possible to dream forever.

But Xiao Jian didn't know what it meant to give up, and Zi Shirt never thought of giving up.

Along the way, for hundreds of years, the rivers and lakes are still rivers and lakes, and they are still undefeated legends.

"Let go of the forgetfulness." Xiao Jian said calmly, such a tone made Bai feel that he had suddenly returned to the past.

Let go of the forgetfulness of Taishang, he already had to let go, he knows the opponent's personality, and he will never let go of such an opportunity.

Purple shirts are tired......

Tired.

But the purple shirt never gives up because it is tired.

But this is the most exhausting and sad part.

"How's the progress of the cultivation of the gods?"

"Artistic conception cultivation, level, limits the power of the divine work, and it is impossible to replicate the level of artistic conception cultivation beyond too many artistic conceptions." A mirror that is too small cannot reflect too much in a limited distance, and the gap that is too large is like a mirror that is too small, and the person who reflects is too huge. This is also a matter of course, and this alone is enough to change a lot of situations. The future of Wudang Mountain is still full of hope worth looking forward to.

"I'm going to kill, white end, with blood." The piano was put away, the white skirt robe hunted and danced in the wind, and the cold breath made the wind blow like the cold wind in the land of ice and snow......

Horses, galloping in the night.

Twilight rides the same horse with Ming'er, she doesn't have a BMW, she doesn't have a horse at all, raising horses is originally a matter of money, a group of bad horses, it's not as fast as Twilight's light work.

The snow-white horse galloped in the night, like a silver blurred light, and in the night, it was like a fallen beast.

Dressed in white, fluttering on a horse.

Ming'er's hair, patting on Twilight's face, slightly, a little painful, but more, it is indeed the fragrance of the hair and the familiar tenderness.

In the night, a dark purple blurred shadow galloped fast.

In an instant, on the earth, it was like a deep purple lightning bolt that moved rapidly.

The white horse, aware of the approaching aura, ran faster on all fours.

It was fast, but it was carrying two people at the same time, and even if it was a BMW of its size, it was bound to run faster than it was going to go.

Twilight looked to the north, and there was a hint of worry in her eyes. "Sister Ming'er, let's go, I'll go to the Justice League by myself."

"Her target may be you at all." If the horse does not carry the twilight, the danger of approaching may not be able to catch up with Ming'er.

But what if the goal is twilight at all?

"It's okay, it won't." Twilight smiles calmly.

"You're wrong, she will, because she's white. She and Yiyun would have met life and death. Ming'er's expression was very serious and serious. Before Twilight could jump away, she had grabbed her wrist. "Two people together, it's safer, just protect me, how about it?"

"Sister Ming'er, her target must be you." Twilight's affirmative tone made Ming'er shake slightly, yes, the target is most likely her, but it can't be completely ruled out that it is Twilight. She came to pick up Twilight, and if something happened on the way to Twilight, she would have no face for Yiyun or herself. "If it were me, she would be crazy."

Who's coming?

The dark purple horse suddenly stopped in front of the white horse.

Even when the white horse stopped, a pair of silver-white eyes stared closely at the purple horse whose head swayed at will, and he didn't put the white horse in his eyes at all.

"Horses are like people." Ming'er let go of the reins and looked indifferently at the white dressed in white on the horse. "Are you crazy?"

"A person who was most affected in the Wudian era, and also the person whose strength was the most damaged, if I want to kill someone, if I don't pick you, who will I choose?" White stared coldly at Ming'er on horseback.

Yes, with the advent of the Wudian era, the person who was most affected was Ming'er. Because of the influence of the external release of sword qi, the former Liancheng sword technique no longer exists, and the infinite physical sword qi is born and exists at the same time, making people attackable and unbreakable. It is not an exaggeration to say that the Liancheng Sword Technique is equivalent to being abolished. Because of this, Yi Yun wanted to get the style of the Flying Immortals of the Outer Heavens, but unfortunately, the Flying Immortals of the Heavens are special sword classics, and the power of the poor customs for many years has not succeeded in integrating and comprehending the sword classics, and they still use the Killing God Decision. It hasn't been too long since Ming'er got it, although he has a lot of experience, but there is still a long time before he successfully comprehends the sword codex.

Although Ming'er's Liancheng swordsmanship has been transformed into a cruel and gentle ethereal and traceless sword, the speed extreme flow route is not suitable for Ming'er at all, and at this moment, she is undoubtedly in an embarrassing situation where martial arts and people are not matched.

"You're still crazy." Ming'er still repeats this sentence.

"The white curtain falls, the white pain, accompanied by the same pain that makes the enemy." The white cold gaze stared at Ming'er tightly, Ming'er is now in the weakest period, and it is impossible to exert his extreme strength in a situation where martial arts and people are not compatible. It can even be said that at this moment, in addition to the artistic conception cultivation, Ming'er's martial arts and actual combat effectiveness have fallen to three or five levels.

Twilight dismounted and stood in front of the horse, her sword, the unopened true martial sword, slowly unsheathed and visited her.

Twilight didn't say anything, because there was no need to say it. She understands that everyone will stick to their beliefs, just as countless people think she is not worthy, and countless people think she is stupid, but she is still walking on the path of bloodless benevolence; Just like many people once felt sorry for Yi Yun, many people thought that Yi Yun would be better if she took the right path, Yi Yun still did not look back on the road of killing, even if she had fought with Xi'er countless times on this road, despite the maturity of many painful tribulations and even walked in the eighteenth layer of hell for more than a hundred years, even if she is now even opposite to Bai with a sword, but Yi Yun still will not look back; White Twilight certainly doesn't look back, for the sake of their own beliefs.

White wants to kill, but in front of the real martial sword, he will not watch the killing happen.

Ming'er didn't draw his sword.

Because twilight is here, in the face of bloodless legends, what is the need to draw a sword?

There was no blood in front of the bloodless legend, and she drew her sword, but it only made Twilight have to face two opponents at the same time.

The twilight sword, flowing with a hazy, pale internal strength.

The white gaze fell on the twilight sword, and the cold eyes were like strangers. Years ago, the intimacy kept Twilight to taste her food, dragging Twilight to wander as if it never existed.

Everyone in the rivers and lakes knows that no one can kill people in front of bloodless legends, and no one can defeat the invincible benevolent people of bloodless legends. (To be continued......)