A sword groan.

What I saw was countless sword shadows. In an instant, Yue Yuan's surroundings were surrounded by sword shadows, and at this moment, the sword shadows changed.

The Flying Immortal outside the sky came out of the hands of Ye Gucheng, the lord of Baiyun City, and what was shown at this moment was no longer the original Flying Immortal outside the sky. If it is said that the previous Flying Immortals outside the sky were the world's praise for Ye Gucheng's exquisite swordsmanship, then at this moment, the Flying Immortals outside the sky are worthy of the name.

The moon lacks swords and scatters.

The shadow of the sword manifests.

Ye Gucheng, the lord of Baiyun City, had disappeared, and only these swords were scattered around. Just when these sword shadows were about to approach Yue Yuan's body, there was finally a change, making this type of Flying Immortal outside the sky worthy of its name.

Flying Immortals.

The one who flies is the fairy.

The different swords are represented by a woman, their jade hands held on top of the hilt.

The ripple on his face was a bitter tenderness, but the sword he stabbed out was ruthless and ruthless, reaching Yue Yuan's life and death acupoint.

Meantime.

The sky resounded with a clear birdsong.

Lu Xiaofeng, who had reached the pinnacle, was like a phoenix dancing in the sky, falling upside down from mid-air, gathering all his strength at one point, surging in the palm of his hand, and directly pressing it towards Yue Yuan, who was wrapped by Ye Gucheng's flying immortals outside the sky.

The fierce figure makes people in a trance, like a phoenix falling from the sky.

The direction of the palm strength is the heavenly spirit of Yue Yuan.

In the face of Ye Gucheng and Lu Xiaofeng's indomitable two-move combined attack, Yue Yuan had nothing to avoid, and his sword moves were all locked with his own aura, and so was Lu Xiaofeng's palm posture that also fell from the sky.

There is no way to avoid it.

In the face of this unavoidable attack, the collapse of the air, which was originally only faintly visible, changed again, and turned into a black collapse visible to the naked eye, forming a strange pitch-black circle centered on Yue Yuan, and it seemed that the line of sight cast inside would also be collapsed and distorted.

The sword moves first.

Every move, every beauty, every sword.

Recruit beauty, beautiful sword, beautiful. It's just that Yue Yuan's mood is not beautiful. Yue Yuan didn't know what this sword looked like in the eyes of others, but in Yue Yuan's eyes, they were all familiar people, even if some of them didn't seem to know each other, but that strange sense of familiarity still made people feel a sense of surprise.

Distorted the collapsing air, forcibly deflecting their sword moves. But this is only biased, each woman's face is resentful, happy, sad, hateful, or hateful, and the force of collapse and distortion is just forcibly delaying the time when the sword blade is close.

Syllable! Syllable! Syllable......

The roof of the Imperial Palace made a continuous explosion sound, which was the sound of the remaining glazed tiles shattering and beams breaking. It's not the flying immortals outside the sky who cause this, this sword move pays attention to beauty, so beautiful that it doesn't seem to have any effect on the surroundings. Jaw-dropping appreciation.

It was Lu Xiaofeng from the top of his head who caused this pressure.

The huge pressure of this palm was so great that even the air distortion formed by the collapse was pressed down vividly.

“……！”

With a muffled snort, Yue Yuan felt this kind of terrifying pressure for the first time. The yin and yang aura in his palms were also pressed back, and such a huge pressure made Yue Yuan unable to make a move.

Bang!

There was a loud bang.

The roof of the Imperial Palace couldn't bear the pressure, and collapsed with a bang, and the scattered broken wood smashed the dragon chair below.

And Yue Yuan did not fall together, but hung in the air, stubbornly withstanding this pressure.

At last.

Sensing that the pressure above his head was getting stronger and stronger, the pulling force of the Heavenly Demon Force Field could not delay the sword move of the Flying Immortal outside the sky again. Yue Yuan's eyes froze, and the yin and yang qi emitted from his hands were actually taken back, and he didn't make a move.

Instead, his hands were closed, and suddenly there was a change on the roof.

Yin and yang are one. A swirling black and white sphere was formed. With a slight spread of his palms, the black and white sphere rose against the wind, wrapping Yue Yuan himself in the blink of an eye.

Almost at the same time.

The sword move broke free from the Heavenly Demon Force Field. The pressure on the top of the head is also covered like the pressure of Mount Tai.

Distance.

Gongsun Lan, who had been paying attention to the decisive battle, saw this, her face was stunned, and the whole person was in a strange state of distraction. What attracted her was not Lu Xiaofeng's phoenix dance in nine days. It was the sword of the White Cloud City Lord.

It's so beautiful that it doesn't resemble the swordsmanship of the world, as if it took her soul away.

Even.

Shang Xiuxun, the owner of the beauty field on one side, also seems to be the same. The two girls stood side by side, looking distractedly at the direction of the roof of the Imperial Palace, watching the decisive battle that was as brilliant as fireworks.

The other side.

Hua Manlou couldn't see it with his eyes, but he could feel it with his heart. At this moment, he was also anxious, and by feeling the momentum, he knew that this would be the last move in the decisive battle between the two sides, and after one move, life and death would be discussed.

Fight against the others.

Other decisive battles may have the result of the coexistence of both sides, but this decisive battle will never be. Although Lu Xiaofeng didn't say it explicitly, the low tone made Hua Manlou feel it. On his side, Ximen Fuxue was staring at the scene in front of him, staring intently.

On his left hand, the scabbard was pinched by Ximen Fuxue at some point, revealing a sharp blade, the blade injured his hand, cut the skin on his hand, and red blood was flowing along the sword body.

Gap.

Simon Blowing Snow felt the gap in the middle.

than Ye Gucheng, more than Lu Xiaofeng.

Especially when Lu Xiaofeng's phoenix danced in nine days, even anyone present felt the power of this move. Looking at it from afar, it seems that it is really a phoenix falling from the sky, with nobility and holiness, but also with ruin.

And in the corner, Mu Daoren's already solemn face at this moment added a little shock.

He shocked the White Cloud City Lord Ye Gucheng and Lu Xiaofeng, who were stronger than rumored, and even he didn't have the confidence to be able to fight with the two of them at this moment. In a decisive battle with two people in such a state, if it is fair, I am afraid that the best result will be one death and one injury.

It was he who died, and it was only the other party who was injured, and it was the kind of injury that was not very serious.

But what shocked Mu Dao people was Yue Yuan, who was dressed in black and black robes and wearing a mask. Because just now, Mu Dao people had already conceived countless scenes in their minds, but in the end, they were desperate to find that they were facing Ye Gucheng and

When Xiaofeng made this move, what awaited him was despair.

The Mudao people couldn't think of a way to take it.

But right now—

Black and white rotate, and Yue Yuan is like an immovable axis fixed in the center.

This is the core of the Wudang School - Tai Chi.

Yin and Yang are one. Purified from nothing.

In the gaze, the swirling black and white absorbed the sword shadow that shot out and Lu Xiaofeng who fell from the sky. Then, in the eyes of countless people, those flying immortals and Lu Xiaofeng were like moths to a fire, swimming into the sea and breaking into the black and white world.

The black and white sphere, which was originally rotating, seemed to be greatly affected in an instant. The originally distinctly colored black and white began to vibrate, and the two sides merged with each other, and finally formed a mass that everyone could not see clearly, enveloping everything above the Imperial Palace.

It's as if there's chaos in the eternal realm.

"This is !!"

"How is this possible!"

The eyes of the wooden road man are prominent. As if he was about to pop out of his eyes, his lips trembled, and he muttered in a voice that only he could hear: "The Three Treasures belong to the two yi, the two yi return to Taiji, and the Taiji return to Wuji." ”

Three treasures to three.

Yin and yang are divided into two instruments.

Tai Chi normalizes the infinite.

"Taiyi!"

As the words of the Mu Dao man fell, the roof of the Imperial Palace, which was so chaotic that everyone couldn't see clearly, finally changed. The black windward dissipated, revealing the figure inside.

The three stood facing each other.

Yue Yuan's hands were on top of Lu Xiaofeng and Ye Gucheng's heads, and on his body, it was the Moon Lack Sword condensed by true qi that passed through his abdomen, and blood continued to drip along the tip of the sword, making a clicking sound; As for Lu Xiaofeng's right palm, it was covered by Yue Yuan's heart.

The decisive battle is over.

Everybody knows. I just don't know how it ended, whether it was a lose-lose situation, or a ......

"I'm so tired!"

The brilliance in Lu Xiaofeng's eyes gradually faded, but the blood at the corners of his mouth couldn't stop flowing down. He drenched the placket on his chest, and said with a lazy smile: "I can finally sleep well, and no one will disturb me anymore......"

The voice gradually lowered, and Lu Xiaofeng slowly closed his eyes. There was no sound.

And Ye Gucheng looked at the sword in his hand in a daze, but he didn't care about the blood at the corner of his mouth, for a long time. Only the whisper floated in the air.

"It's a pity!"

Is it a sigh that the sword can't go further, or is it a sigh that you can't take its place?

Nobody knows.

The True Qi Long Sword shattered, turned into a breeze and drifted away, and the White Cloud City Lord was like a white cloud in the sky, going away with the wind.

The black mask still couldn't stop the blood, and the placket of his clothes was already soaked with blood. Yue Yuan looked at the two people in front of him as if they were asleep, and the hands covering the top of their heads slowly loosened. Because of the loss of the strength of Yue Yuan's hands, Ye Gucheng and Lu Xiaofeng's bodies immediately fell.

But the fallen bodies were then held by Yue Yuan's hands, and with extremely gentle movements, the bodies of the two were placed on the roof beams that had not yet dispersed.

Subsequently.

With a wave of his right hand.

The blazing true qi burst out and ignited the beams of the house.

Soon.

The flames dispersed, enveloping the bodies of the two men completely.

Yue Yuan just stood there silently, his eyes closed, and buried himself with fire.

Distance.

Everyone woke up from this fireworks-like gorgeous decisive battle, Shang Xiuxun, Gongsun Lan and the other red-shoeed girls all stared blankly in front of them, while Ximen Fuxue next to him closed his eyes, and the sword scabbard that had been broken was completely cracked under the force.

He made up his mind for revenge.

And Hua Manlou beside him didn't say anything, just raised his head and looked at the starry sky with his blind eyes, looking at the full moon in the sky.

The wooden road man was stunned and speechless.

Some of the others came to their senses, while others were still immersed in the previous scene.

In the end, the onlookers and eunuchs shouted when they saw the fire in the Imperial Palace, but no one dared to take a step forward, at most they only used a gentle language to warn Yue Yuan, who was standing in the Imperial Palace and quietly watching the flames.

"Quiet!"

It seemed to be annoyed by the irritability and noise around him, and Yue Yuan, who had been facing away from everyone with his eyes closed, had a voice.

The voice was gentle, but it seemed like thunder.

Scared everyone.

Instantly.

There was a complete silence all around, and even the wind stopped.

People, turn around slowly.

Under the gaze of countless people, I saw Yue Yuan's black robe constantly flying, and then a long sword made of true qi condensed continued to emerge, and more than a dozen long swords were suspended behind him like a peacock opening a screen. And the closed eyes are still closed. There seems to be no intention of opening up.

Immediately after, a fresh breeze blew silently.

Under the gaze of everyone, Yue Yuan seemed to float slowly from the Imperial Palace as if he didn't have any weight, and people rose towards the full moon in the sky, like Chang'e running to the moon.

Meantime.

Roar –

A dull sound echoed all around, beastly.

Many people listened attentively for a long time, only to realize that the sound actually came from the body of the man in black who was slowly rising, as if a fierce and domineering beast was locked in the other party's body.

What kind of beast is that?

There is one word that comes to everyone's mind - dragon.

At the moment when Yue Yuan rose into the air, his lips moved slightly, and he seemed to say something in the direction of Shang Xiuxun. Then his closed eyes finally opened, and an unstoppable green glow burst from his eyes.

Dragon, open your eyes.

Meanwhile.

Inside the Forbidden City. Royal Gardens.

The rivalry between the two worlds has also come to an end.

The prince and Shaman, who were outside, stayed there and waited nervously, but the most nervous was the current Son of Heaven, and the whole person was trembling all the time.

The sound of the sword stopped.

Half a day.

There was the sound of footsteps inside, staggering and staggering.

Under the extremely nervous gaze of the three of them, the prince of Dingnan spat out and walked out of it with a smile on his face. The soft sword in his hand was held on the ground so casually, as if a child could hit it. But no one will believe it.

In the eyes of the three of them, the prince of Dingnan pointed inside and said with a smile: "He lost." ”

One sentence is enough.

Manager Wang had a smile on his face. The Son of Heaven's face turned pale, and Shaman's face was frightened but relieved.

"Sand Girl."

Pacing in front of Shaman, the prince of Dingnan looked at the other party quietly, only to see that Shaman was extremely vigilant. After a while, he pointed to the exit and said, "You go, the farther you run, the better, I won't kill you." ”

"Huh?!"

Sharman was stunned for a moment when he heard this.

"The last request of a defeated son."

After speaking. The prince of Dingnan walked past Shaman's side, leaving Shaman alone in a daze. After a long time, she seemed to feel something, and she took out the brocade box on her waist, which was given to her by Gong Jiu after coming to the capital this time, and there was an ice flower inside, and she didn't dare not accept it.

Just now...... The ice flower melted, turned into water and flowed out of the brocade box little by little, falling to the ground, turning into a mass of wet marks, but unfortunately there were no flowers underneath.

"Mr. Wang, I'll leave the rest to you."

His gaze was withdrawn from the brocade box that kept dripping with water droplets, and he glanced at Shaman, who was distracted, and then the eyes of the prince of Dingnan fell to the sky.

That's when it happened.

He also seemed to hear a dragon's groan, and then saw a figure fly up in the moonlight. It's like a rising immortal Buddha. There seems to be something else along with it, and this is the feeling that everyone in the capital looks at this scene, as if it is a human illusion.

The decisive battle is over.

"The temple is as high as the top of the Forbidden City......"

Glancing back at the royal garden, King Dingnan muttered to himself, and then looked up at the full moon in the sky, and he muttered alone: "The rivers and lakes are far away from the horizon of the cape. ”

And then—

He experienced a kind of loneliness.

A type of loneliness called the lonely man. He couldn't find anyone to talk to.

Is this really a victory?

The prince of Dingnan was alone and quietly looked at the full moon in the sky.

The Mid-Autumn Festival is a day for family members.

The prince of Dingnan suddenly felt that he really wanted to go back to Huashan.

As soon as the thought fell, the soft sword fell to the ground, and there was a sonorous sound, and the body of the prince of Dingnan became weak, as if he had lost his strength, so he knelt down straight, lowered his head, and looked at the ground under his feet.

This is not home.

With a smile, the man slowly closed his eyes.

In the corner of his eye, he left the first tears since he was sensible.

PS: This is the end of Lu Xiaofeng's roll. The introduction of the next volume is the first release - book burning pit Confucianism, the moon is over. (To be continued......)