The (shēn) body had already reacted instinctively, and at the same moment that this consciousness appeared in his mind, Qian Chengdan had already strode backwards......

Whoosh————

One foot on the ground, one foot in the air, with the acceleration of gravity falling, Qingshan Long Sword into his arms, galloping away!

He would never let go of this opportunity, if he left Qian Chengdan's attack range at this moment, he would never be able to enter again!

This stance is not stable, if you want to make a move............

Now is the time!

Whoosh——————

The long sword broke through the wind, and with a quick blow, the sword grazed Qian Chengdan's hilt, and slashed on Qian Chengdan's shoulder like cutting mud.

"Whew!"

The clothes were torn and blood was oozing.

But because of the timely blocking, the cut is still too shallow!!

A drop of sweat swept across Qian Chengdan's cheek.

And that's the end of it.

The smile gradually became hideous, and the pupils narrowed almost to the limit.

In the moment of life and death, the clothes soaked in sweat and blood looked particularly heavy.

And with that, it's over.

At this distance, give him a heavy blow..................

Qian Chengdan did not hesitate to push, retract, and swing the knife horizontally in the posture he had just blocked.

Long Knife Gate - [Broken Willow] !!

The huge blade with the power of 浑 (shēn) went straight towards Aoyama's neck.

It's a veritable thump.

One left and one right, one in front and one behind.

It's not just the strength and strength of the hands.

Qian Cheng Dan Hun (shēn) is heavy up and down.

He carried the sign of the Long Knife Gate on his shoulder.

He dragged the lives of his fellow disciples in his hands.

His knife carries dreams and hopes for the future.

Looking back, along the way, he has carried too much, too much.

Carrying these heavy burdens since childhood, Qian Chengdan has come to this day.

Today, this knife.

In the eye, in the knife.

On the shoulder, on the leg, on the waist, in the hand holding the knife!

In the dojo, in my hometown, in my hands, in my mind!!

Sect, father, long knife, future, friend, old five, Li Yuan.

The people who have helped him so far.

The one who has had high hopes for him so far.

Those who still believe in him to this day!

The weight of life, the weight of the family, the weight of the long knife door, the weight of the long knife in the hand. The weight of glory, the weight of dreams............

It's all in the heaviest stab of ————!!!

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There was a sparkle of stars in his eyes.

Every ray of light is the familiar appearance of the old man.

The light shone on the tip of the sword. A few more weights.

With so many things on his back, Qian Chengdan knew that he would never lose, and he could never lose.

Victory belongs to the Long Knife Gate!

Long knife door...... It's the strongest!

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In the moment of life and death, the extremely heavy long knife was already (bī) close to Qingshan's neck.

Just now, I cut too shallow with a sword, and I rushed into the work, but now the retribution is coming quickly, and it is already a trouble............

Don't............ I'm the head of Qingshan Road, and the head of Huashan is going to die here today?

That...... What am I living for?

Between the lines of life and death, time slowed down for Aoyama, who was highly concentrated.

When facing death, he didn't see death, he didn't see the answer, and he didn't see the long knife in front of him that was about to take his life.

What he saw............ It's a familiar gentle face.

'Because take it with yourself.'

You feel that you can't let go of something that is different, so you hold it tightly. ’

When you kill an opponent with the weapon you are holding, you will use more force because you must not let go, but that power will not be used to kill the opponent, but will bind yourself. ’

"Senior brother, if you only pursue fast, your swordsmanship will become stiff. ’

You see, you don't need to infuse too much power. Right?'

The familiar gentle face in the past (rì) still looks so beautiful and moving.

Every move and style of sword move is extremely natural, like flying flowers and falling leaves...... Merge with the good things in the world.

Sword.

Swing it naturally......

So-called.

Taoism is natural............

That's right, brother, that's it. ’

Sitting and forgetting the selfless, the sword of man is one, (shēn) carrying nothing, and integrating into nature.

Like a mountain, like water, as if it were both 'original' and 'all'.

As time passed............ In front of Aoyama's eyes, there was another change.

The face of the former beauty gradually blurred, and the knife path in front of her gradually became clear.

The clouds broke through the moon, and the moonlight swayed on the streets of the sword. The long knife shines brightly, and the green mountains shine like a dream.

He already knew how to do it, how to do it naturally.

With a slight retreat, the blade pressed against Aoyama's neck and continued to walk.

In the next moment, I saw him lean back sharply, bend his knees, turn (shēn), twist his waist, and shake his hands.

With red makeup on his back, he doesn't look at people.

This trick is what Lushui taught him..................

Huashan Sword School - [Looking Back at the Moon] !!

Whoosh——————

The sound of the sword breaking through the wind resounded through the streets.

The long knife gate and the Huashan sword have been divided.

Huh...... Huh......

Both of them were panting and looked exhausted.

The smile on the corner of Qian Chengdan's mouth still hasn't faded.

He just stood there, smiling at the green mountains in front of him.

"Unknown swordsman, thank you, if you can compete with a master like you and die. ”

........................

Looking at his fallen body, blood was slowly flowing from his neck.

Qian Chengdan felt that his body was lighter than ever, and his soul had begun to drift into the distance.

"I feel a lot more relaxed.................."

Looking back at the moon, where is the deceased?

With a light sword, there is no time to care.

Blood splattered, willow green and red.

The long knife fell to the ground, and the tired bird cried.

That night, the last encounter.

What flashed through Qian Chengdan's mind was the heavy load on (shēn).

The master of the long knife door, the less master Qian Chengdan.

The long knife gate he had been carrying all along, disappeared from the world without a trace today.

In winter, the street of swords, a teahouse called 見 (xìng) kan.

No one will ever know.

This is where he was buried (shēn).

Here it is...... The last place of the long knife door.

Looking up at the sky, the moonlight is thick.

Looking back at the moon, where is the deceased?

Green water, do you see? This is the swordsmanship you taught me.

In the face of such a strong enemy......... Still not giving in.

Green water, you ...... Did you see that?

The moonlight in the sky is obviously thick.

His fingertips were dark, like dust on the blade of a long sword.

With the heart of the sword, the long hatred is hard to break.

(yīn) Yang has points, so it is difficult to find.

The battle was over, the Longknife Gate was gone, and all three were dead.

Only Aoyama was left standing alone and looking up

The moon in the sky.

Looking back on the past............

Behold, without important people, even such a beautiful moonlight can only look desolate.

What he said is............ [The moonlight is coming, and I know that the red dust is sad. 】

The more I thought about it, the more sad I became, and Aoyama simply didn't want to.

He looked down at the three people lying on the ground.

It's strange, it's all dead people, and their faces are ...... But all with smiles.

The feeling of slashing people still remains at his fingertips, and Aoyama does not (jìn) begin to have concerns about killing people.

But this guilt was quickly suppressed by the cold breath, as if it were normal.

He walked quickly towards the hall and suffered serious injuries to his ankles and arms............

Right now, there must be countless weapon sects targeting themselves.

As he walked, Qingshan passed by Li Yuan's corpse, and recalled the spirit of seeing death as if he were at home in the battle just now.

(Speaking of which...... I didn't even ask for their names...... ）

Pain............

The pain in his arm came again, and in a life-or-death situation, Aoyama now didn't have the time to deal with these feelings (qíng) and moral issues.

His own life still hangs in the balance.

He thought about it............

Forget it, it doesn't matter, they want to kill me, and I kill it back.

Jianming wouldn't have cared about this kind of thing, would he have ............

Rather than this kind of thing (qíng), it must be ............ now Get out of here now!

Trembling, Aoyama walked into the hall and sat down against the corner of the wall and immediately treated his wounds.

After taking out the Yunnan Baiyao, he shouted to the inner hall again..................

"Shopkeeper, please help me make a few rice balls, and then ...... Prepare a pot of water............"

At the moment, I don't know how many people have received their own (qíng) report, and it is better to get out of here quickly............

The owner of the hall watched with a kind face, and Qingshan wrapped bandages around his arms one by one.

"Oh, little brother, I see that you are quite pitiful when you are alone, so I won't take any money from you, take care of your body...... And also...... Come back alive. ”

Aoyama nodded in acknowledgement. Without too many words, he was well aware of his situation.

Alone.

In this way, he hurried by the moonlight, alone, and walked on the path he had chosen—'the way'!

Even though............ The mountains are high and the water is short, and the road is far away.

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At the same time, under a bright moonlight.

In the mountains of Sword Street, a man who had just finished his retreat was striding through the forest.

The man wears a pink shirt with flowers that is open (xiōng), but the color that gives a sense of frivolity does not work on him (shēn) at all.

The man has a not-so-long stubble, a ponytail tied with bangs that run from his forehead to the sides.

look, like a sharp blade!

Waist ...... There was also an unpretentious katana.

This man has been honing his swordsmanship alone in this mountain for some time (rì).

Isn't it weird? Why swordsmanship, not swordsmanship?

What is the difference between a knife and a sword?

Majestic and heroic, a single-edged knife is opened.

Cutting others is also cutting yourself, and the double-edged side is called a sword.

If you are to be judged by this standard, then this man's katana can definitely be called a sword.

That day.

In the dark alleys of that country of harmony.

This man killed the youkai who was once his wife with his own hands.

Cut off your last sustenance. He lost his wife and children............