"That's fair to you, isn't it?"

He gently floated the stick over the calm lake, looking at the red lake that was soaked with half of the stick, seemingly unintentional, but at the moment when the red stick was pulled out of the water, his expression became serious.

For some reason, Zhou Yusheng was already in a peaceful mood, even more stable than when he usually practiced boxing, with a clear mind and clear thoughts.

He no longer tried to avoid his gaze, and said in a calm tone: "You gave me the opportunity to fight a fair duel, but I have nothing to give you. Just like Takekuin taught me before, the sword is in your heart, and listen to the wind, the way forward, don't lose your heart, that's good. ”

His eyes shot a murderous aura as sharp as a blade.

Zhou Yusheng held the sword with one hand, the hand that carefully brushed the sword body, his eyes inexplicably spread over every inch of cold light on the sword body, and at this moment, a silver long sword suddenly broke through the robe, his body swept forward, and the sword qi swooped down.

The palms of his hands had already been burned red.

The pain is heart-wrenching, and the soul is trembling.

"Then you have to give it your all. His eyes were cold, and he didn't burst out at this moment, but nodded at the monk who rushed over, and in an instant, the monk kicked the purple sparrow's sword body like a swallow's upper beam toes, Zhou Yusheng's hand holding the sword trembled, and his body quickly leaned back, and the silver long sword cut horizontally, sticking to the monk's cheek, and slashed at the monk's wooden stick flying in the dust.

"It doesn't look like a Dharma swordsmanship, but it's completely like relying on instinct to fight back. On the wooden stick, the sharp blade of the sword heavily cut off a piece of falling sawdust, and the monk's eyes were condensed on the half-cut stick, the young man who reacted extremely quickly would change his moves so quickly.

It was another instant slash, without any hesitation, at the moment when the monk's eyes were slightly in a trance, he stepped on the ground with both feet, stood with a horse, and slashed with a sword.

In the air, there was another blazing sword roar.

The wooden stick quickly retreated in front of him, and at the same time of retreat, the strong air flow generated by the rapid swing of the wooden stick brushed over the purple finch that was split down like a whirlwind, and the wooden stick did not turn out of the blade, the monk's body was as light as a swallow, and he was like a cat walking, sweeping past the sharp sword blade, and the whole body was like a dragonfly dotting water, sweeping forward, and when waving the stick, the faintly formed impermeable wind wall provoked the water flow under the body, and converged towards Zhou Yusheng.

The stirred up currents of water continued to slap on the surface of the water with wooden sticks, stirring up continuously. Gradually formed a curtain of water like a clear blue, the figure of the monk flickered in the water curtain and disappeared, splashing out of the transparent ribbon shaped like a soup bowl, staring intently at everything behind the water curtain in Zhou Yusheng, leaving a fan-shaped ripple in the air.

His eyes were drenched by the flying water, only to feel that the eyes were moistened, and the blurred figures in front of him, I don't know whether it was true or false, his face was blue, he held the sword in both hands, and jumped high.

The monk slightly pulled the corners of his mouth invisibly, and smiled.

It's just that when he dried the moisture in his eyes, the wooden stick that fell in mid-air was wrapped in the air and the trajectory of the flying was like a spark, and countless cold lights burst out, Zhou Yusheng spun out the sword edge, without looking back, there was a sound of sword qi breaking through the air behind him, and it was inevitably smashed directly on Zhou Yusheng's back, he felt the qi and blood in his body rolling, and the whole person was shocked by the impact behind him and fell into the lake and riverside.

At this time, the cold light that burst out behind him broke through the blue and red vest, and the fragments of the wooden stick that were cut and exploded were splashed out, with great force, and the flying fragments fell into the lake under their feet like a pear blossom rainstorm in the sky.

The monk who lost the wooden stick in his hand looked at the empty palms, but the corners of his mouth were not angry but smiling.

"You know that in the swordsmanship of Buddhism, it has never been advocated to fight with self-damage of eight hundred. ”

Apparently this final blow of rebellion made him look embarrassed and shocked.

But Zhou Yusheng didn't, he gently swirled back the sword blade on the purple sparrow, trying to calm down the tumbling qi and blood in his body, but despite this, his face was still pale and oozing.

"Do you think you defeated me?" he looked at Zhou Yusheng, who was sitting on the ground, with a hint of sarcasm on the corner of his mouth.

At this time, he was three feet off the ground, stepping on the surface of the lake, the whole person bowed and bent over, his eyes were firmly fixed on the young man not far away, his big sleeves fluttering, and his hands were constantly pinching.

"Even if you destroy my immortal slaying stick, so what, in this world, this world will never show mercy to a mortal person. ”

At this moment, in the broom hidden in the sky, the wisps of golden silk grass condensed in the darkness, and in the dark sky, a golden giant net was gradually weaved, and the giant net was bundled, wrapping the golden silk grass in it, where, with the monk's voice falling, the sword qi storm behind him swelled more and more, within a radius of ten zhang, the sword qi suddenly erupted and shrouded the heavens and the earth, and in the darkness, the golden sword qi that was covered with water from the golden giant net was difficult to recover.

In Na Mu Ne's eyes, he stopped to look back, and his deep eyes clearly flashed with infinite nostalgia for the vicissitudes of life.

As the monk's two fingers fell, a gap was split between heaven and earth, the light was overflowing, and the faint flames were boiling, and in the night sky where the moon was as bright as day, an astonishing sword intent, as if it was dominating the world, from the crack that was torn, a sword hilt that was first exposed emerged from it.

Zhou Yusheng's hardships stood up from the ground, knowing that if he didn't seize this opportunity, the chances of wanting to start over again would be slim.

He covered his chest with his left hand, and picked up the purple sparrow that fell to the ground with his right hand, bearing the sharp pain in his chest, and the five fingers holding the hilt of the sword were weak and unable to close, and in the trembling, the purple finch slipped from his hand again.

The sword light that was still mottled was like a leaf melting into a hole in the leaf, seeping out the sassy sword light in the gap that could only accommodate one finger.

First of all, the sword body

"Senior Brother Zhuyin, I'm sorry. This time, it seems that I can't accompany you and Zique to the end. It's all because I was playful at that time and didn't learn swordsmanship from you. ”

He seemed to have lost his courage, and there was a hint of timidity in his eyes.

The pure white sword body gradually gathered from the sword light, only to see a ball of light blooming out, like a water Fu Hibiscus graceful and clear, the carving on the hilt of the sword like the stars running out of the deep light, the sword body, the sun is integrated, like clear water flowing through the pond calmly and soothing, and the sword blade is like a cliff standing tall and majestic.

The eyes that stared at the sky, desperate and helpless.

At this moment, just like that day, when Takein raised his sword and slashed at himself, his first reaction was fear, and then he fled.

He laughed at himself in his heart: "Sure enough, as he said, I still keep running away."

"Senior brother, do you want to know the history of the Purple Fire Temple?" A gentle voice sounded in his ear.

Under the broken wooden house, he leaned against the roof with small gaps, looking up at the starry sky from the closest place to the stars.

Obviously, his words did not attract the attention of the teenager. But he was happy to talk to himself, immersed in telling the story of the Purple Fire Temple, all of this, just to try to attract the attention of the young man,

"Senior Brother Takein, if you're here. I'll be sure to tell me how to do it. ”

His eyelids finally drooped weakly, lying on the cold air with autumn yellow, and a few fallen leaves floating on the lake, with a bleak smile on his face, and his eyes couldn't help but laugh a little self-deprecatingly.

"It seems that even you know that you are just a coward who has been running away, there are memories that you can't resist and can't escape The memories are your shadow, never think that we can escape, every step we take determines our end. ”

The monk's face gradually changed as he watched the sky, and the long sword born in the sky tore through the sky under the cutting of countless golden wires, revealing its complete grandeur.

The monk pulled out the long sword, and for a moment, it was just a sword, as if it came from the sky, and no one doubted that anyone could dodge this sword.

The monk held the sword in both hands and sighed: "Do you want to try?!"

So, he drew his sword out of the sheath and pointed the sword straight at Zhou Yusheng.

"Oops! The sword aura is getting weaker and weaker. In front of the black stele, Luo Xue looked at the milky white mist that spit out from the stele, and in a faint bond, suspended Zhou Yusheng's body in mid-air.

But whoever looks, the original extremely pure mist is becoming more and more transparent in the purple sparrow.

The golden Sanskrit text in front of the stele is full of light. There was already a tendency to be able to swallow the sword qi in the purple sparrow.

The hand in her sleeve tightened suddenly, and at this moment, she didn't care about the internal rules, only the precarious body in front of her eyes.

"Brewing the devil. ”

She sat cross-legged on the ground, her hands between her legs, and her hands were quickly pinched, and her hands drooped, and her limbs gradually became weak.

At this moment, the soul left the body, Luo Xue's body was sour and symbiotic with it, and the body was also shrunk to the size of the stone tablet, and a silent child cry was heard in the forest.

"Luo Xue, the brewing demon lasts only a quarter of an hour, no matter whether you can come back in this quarter of an hour or not, you must go back from there. ”

Sour and cold warnings.

"Got it. ”

The divine soul swept through the sword qi, passed through Zhou Yusheng's eyebrows, and entered Zhou Yusheng's divine soul without hindrance.

"Actually, it's not a bad thing to stay here with me. At this time, the cold tip of the sword had already passed through the lake, approaching Zhou Yusheng's eyebrows.

"Yes, I should have given up, or continued to struggle because of some memories, I don't want my life to be like this, maybe you will say that I am running away, but I want to take the right path, to be a man, I must put aside my dreams and face reality. ”

The monk was startled, and in an instant, the long sword had reached the center of Zhou Yusheng's eyebrows, and his eyes quickly dimmed, and gradually collapsed.

"But I'm still young, and I'm always trying to escape. It's just that I can't accept the fact that I'm just the same, and so are my parents, they haven't seen enough of my life before they've seen enough, so I don't think it's an escape!

The monk never looked away, just stared at him silently. The eyes looked focused and thoughtful, and there was a hint of confusion and incomprehension.

The moment he touched the bottom of his eyes, his eyes were no longer as confused as before, and the bottom of those deep eyes at this moment was as bright as stars.

His body crumbled under his sword, but the smile in his eyes narrowed, and he noticed the purple finch that suddenly hung around his neck.

"It seems that you are not so vulnerable. ”