The morning sun shines on the island, the waves crash on the beach, and the sea breeze and tide sweep through the waves......

Murong Yanyun was sitting on the beach, his eyes were gradually able to see a little in the past few days, but it was still very hazy. Fang Zhengqian was grilling a fish, emitting an enticing aroma.

"Murong Shaoxia, eat fish." Fang Zhengqian handed over the fish in his hand and said to Murong Yanyun.

"Senior Fang, I'm not hungry, I want to be alone." Murong Yanyun said flatly.

"Okay, I'll put it here for you, you want to eat it. We've been on the island for three months, and the watchtower will be set up in a few days, and maybe a boat will come to pick us up in a few days. "Founder is dry.

Murong Yanyun nodded, "I believe that we won't stay on this desert island for the rest of our lives, we will definitely go back to the Central Plains to take revenge!" ”

Fang Zhengqian smiled and turned to leave.

Murong Yanyun thought wildly in his heart, thinking of the tragic death of his parents for a while, the picture of his uncle before his death, and the love-hate entanglement with Zhao Chanxue for a while......

The sea breeze gradually became stronger, and there was a feeling of sword cutting on Murong Yanyun's face. The sound of the waves filled his mind at this time, and his mind seemed to enter an ethereal realm that could not be described in words.

He felt that everything in the world seemed to have an inexplicable connection with him. He breathes, and the heavens and the earth move with it; He meditates, and all beings die with him. This is the unity of heaven and man, man is heaven, heaven is man, what is the world, all in the heart!

Murong Yanyun slowly opened his eyes, and suddenly realized that the scene in front of him was not only clear, but also clearer than before. He knew in his heart that his eye disease was completely cured. At a glance, it seems that he can see through the world and all living beings. He subconsciously took out the ancient painting behind his back and slowly unfolded it.

He looked at the sword in Murong Hao's hand, like a bolt of lightning, looking at the wind and snow rolling up in the sky, like the cold light emitted by the sword qi, looking at the few eye-catching winds, like a sword path merging into the world, he suddenly laughed, laughed through everything, the original fog in his heart was now clear from the clouds.

"The sky is the sword, the earth is the sword, and the human heart is the sword!" Murong Yanyun let out a long roar, he pulled out the long sword in his hand, and stood proudly, with a kind of king overlooking the world.

I saw him stab out with a sword, and the air seemed to be condensed, and the originally scattered sea breeze turned into thousands of sword qi at this time and struck into the sea. The tide of the sea has risen and fallen for thousands of years, but now the waves have been cut off by the power of a sword, and the sea water has gone retrograde.

Murong Yanyun laughed, his voice reverberated in every corner of the island, the flowers and plants trembled, the beasts trembled, as long as he had a thought, everything seemed to be shattered into ashes by him!

"Murong Shaoxia, what's wrong with you!" Fang Zhengqian was startled by Murong Yanyun's voice and hurriedly ran over.

"Murong Pingzhou, take it!" Murong Yanyun waved the long sword in his hand, the body of the sword buzzed, and he attacked Fang Zhengqian with the power of heaven and earth.

Where had Fang Zhengqian ever seen such a sharp swordsmanship, he felt that this sword was enough to split the sky and the earth, and overwhelm the mountains and seas, where was it still within the reach of manpower, and he couldn't help but be shocked in his heart. Fortunately, he had a lot of experience in combat, so he barely dodged a sword, but he was also injured by the sword qi turned into the sea breeze, and spit out a mouthful of blood!

"Murong Shaoxia, stop! I'm no match for you, throw in the towel! Fang Zhengqian shouted, wanting Murong Yanyun to put away his sword.

Murong Yanyun just sneered, "Zhao Kuangyin, my parents' great enmity will want you to pay for your blood debts and blood, and you will die!" Saying that, he waved his long sword and pounced viciously at Fang Zhengqian like a tiger.

Fang Zhengqian was surprised to hear Murong Yanyun call himself "Zhao Kuangyin" and "Murong Pingzhou", but when he saw his blood-red eyes, his expression was in a trance, and he said secretly, "It's not good!" Murong Shaoxia went crazy! ”

Before Fang Zhengqian could think about it, Murong Yanyun's sword had already struck his throat. Murong Yanyun's swordsmanship was domineering, his sword aura was unparalleled in the world, and he had a huge sense of oppression before the sword arrived, and when he arrived in front of Fang Zhengqian, he actually felt that it was extremely difficult to even breathe.

Fang Zheng Qian used ten successful forces, and his body quickly retreated backwards, and only then could he flash a sword. With only two swords, Fang Zhengqian sweated profusely, not to mention making a move with Murong Yanyun, even if it was difficult to dodge!

"Ghost realm thief, I, Murong Yanyun, want to kill you to avenge my uncle!" Murong Yanyun swung the long sword in his hand and slashed at Fang Zhengqian.

Every time Fang Zhengqian saw Murong Yanyun use a sword, his heart was greatly shocked, he looked at Murong Yanyun at this time, where could he still feel his original Sven, like the God of War possessed, Martial Immortal in the world!

"Murong Shaoxia, I'm Fang Zhengqian, stop it!" Fang Zhengqian shouted anxiously, he knew very well that the current Murong Yanyun Mo said that he was the head of the four factions of Shaolin, Zhengyi, the Beggar Gang, and the Shenlong faction at the same time, and he was afraid that he would die under his sword!

Murong Yanyun listened to Fang Zhengqian's loud shout, his sanity recovered slightly, the sword in his hand was obviously stunned, and the castration of the sword that was cut off by the waist was slowed down a little. But this sword is still not a sword that anyone in the world can use, ruthless, domineering and fierce.

Fortunately, Fang Zheng Qianben was also a rare master in the world, as soon as Murong Yanyun's sword slowed down, he felt that the sense of oppression that suffocated him had been reduced a lot, and he could barely cope with a few moves, so that it would not be extremely difficult to even dodge.

He twisted his body, dodged another sword, and continued in a loud voice: "Murong Shaoxia, you have to suppress the killing intent in your heart, we are friends, you can't kill me!" ”

Murong Yanyun roared in great pain from his heart, his expression was sad and terrifying, it was obvious that he was fighting against the killing intent in his heart. It's just that the killing intent is too strong, and Murong Yanyun doesn't listen to the call, so there is no way to put away the sword at all.

Fang Zhengqian saw Murong Yanyun's painful expression, and thought, "Although Murong Shaoxia is not big, he has too deep resentment, and now that he thinks about it, he must be extremely painful, which is really pitiful!" ”

"Murong Yanzhao! You don't want to marry Cher, go and die! His mind suddenly became confused, and his eyes were red as if they were about to drip blood! His sword showed no mercy, stabbing at Fang Zhengqian's heart, and the anger on his sword seemed to be enough to ignite heaven and earth.

Fang Zhengqian knew about Murong Yanzhao's engagement with Zhao Chanxue, and at this time, when he heard Murong Yanyun gritting his teeth and shouting to kill Murong Yanzhao, his heart was moved again, "No wonder Murong Shaoxia has been a little depressed since the first day he went to the island, and the hatred in his heart is so deep. He can't be blamed for this, it's the experience of the past three years that has stimulated him too much......"

At this moment, a large ship came on the sea, and on board stood a handsome young man dressed in black, who was holding a long sword in his arms, and was directing the ship to approach the island.

Fang Zhengqian tried his best to dodge a sword again, and pleaded: "Murong Shaoxia, look, a boat is coming, we can go, please put away your sword quickly!" ”

Murong Yanyun was willing to listen, and the long sword attacked Fang Zheng's Qianmian Gate again. Fang Zhengqian had long been exhausted, and after surviving these swords, where could he dodge this sword again. Fang Zhengqian sighed in his heart and closed his eyes.

Seeing that Murong Yanyun's long sword had arrived at Fang Zhengqian's door, suddenly Fang Zhengqian only heard the sound of "dang", and Murong Yanyun's sword was forcibly blocked. He opened his eyes and saw that the young man who was still on the boat just now was now in front of him, blocking Murong Yanyun's sword.

"Cousin, what's wrong with you, I'm Youfanyi!" The black-clothed boy shouted, spitting out a mouthful of blood.

"It turned out to be Youshaoxia, Murong Shaoxia, he went crazy!" When Fang Zhengqian heard that it was Youfanyi, he relaxed a little in his heart and hurriedly explained.

You Fan looked at Murong Yanyun and said coldly: "Cousin, I've been worried about you for three years, are you repaying me like this?" ”

Murong Yanyun listened to You Fanyi's words, tried his best to control the long sword in his hand, and said with difficulty: "Cousin, I know that you are good to me, but I can't control the killing intent in my heart, you go quickly, I don't want to hurt you!" ”

Youfan said to the other party: "This senior, you get on the boat first, and my cousin will hand it over to me!" ”

Fang Zhengqian said: "You Shaoxia, be careful!" ”

"My cousin won't kill me, senior, get on the boat!" Yu Fan shouted.

Fang Zhengqian nodded, and was about to leave, when Murong Yanyun struck again with a sword, slashing towards Fang Zhengqian. You Fan hurriedly stretched out his sword to stop Murong Yanyun, only to hear a sound of gold and iron, and Yu Fan Yi's sword was actually cut in two.

"Cousin, you're crazy!" Youfan shouted angrily.

With a wave of Murong Yanyun's long sword, he actually attacked Youfanyi, "Cousin, don't stop me, if I don't kill people today, I will die!" ”

You Fan is a master of swordsmanship, and now that the long sword has been cut off by Murong Yanyun, he has to use his fists and feet to fight Murong Yanyun. The two were originally relatives and friends, but now Murong Yanyun's killing intent is too strong, and he is with Youfan.

After more than a dozen moves, the two of them felt a little powerless, and the moves were suppressed by Murong Yanyun, and the scene was extremely embarrassing.

He pointed his sword at Youfanyi, and Youfanyi flashed to the side and turned behind Murong Yanyun. Murong Yanyun found that as soon as Youfan was behind him, he swung his sword and turned around. At this moment, You Fanyi used Mongolian wrestling techniques to hug Murong Yanyun's waist.

Murong Yanyun's waist was hugged, but he felt that he couldn't use his strength, and he was about to stab him with a sword. At this time, Youfan fought with both hands, and actually threw Murong Yanyun to the ground, and he used all his strength to suppress Murong Yanyun, making him unable to move.

"Ahh Murong Yanyun screamed, his expression was extremely painful, the facial features on his handsome face were distorted, his body was restrained, and the sword could not hit Yu Fanyi, so he swung his sword and slashed at his throat.

"Cousin!" As soon as You Fan saw that Murong Yanyun was about to commit suicide, he hurriedly grabbed the long sword, and his right hand was instantly bloody.

Youfan suddenly remembered that he had learned a little meditation mantra from a righteous Taoist priest, and he was busy dying as a live horse doctor, and read in his mouth: "Taishang Xing, strain without stopping, drive away evil spirits, and protect your life." Wisdom is clear, the mind is at peace, the three souls are eternal, and the spirit is not lost. ”

I saw that as Youfan recited in one mouth, Murong Yanyun's expression obviously recovered a lot, and the bloodshot eyes gradually dissipated, in exchange for a clear atmosphere.

"Cousin, I'm fine......" Murong Yanyun had the support of the killing intent just now, and he didn't feel anything, but now that the killing intent was receding, he felt weak, his internal strength was exhausted, and he inhaled heavily.

"Cousin, what happened to you just now?" As soon as You Fan let go of Murong Yanyun, he asked with great concern.

Murong Yanyun smiled, "Cousin, I have finally comprehended the Heavenly Sword Technique!" I can take revenge, I can kill Zhao Kuangyin and Murong Pingzhou! ”

You Fanyi asked in disbelief: "Cousin, have you really learned the Heavenly Sword Technique?" No one has practiced this celestial swordsmanship for hundreds of years, but you have comprehended it? ”

Murong Yanyun nodded and said excitedly; "Yes, I get it! The reason why this sword technique is called the Heavenly Sword Technique is because it can only be comprehended when the Heaven and Man are united. This swordsmanship itself is not a martial art, but a method of transporting the power of heaven and earth, which can be described as the general outline of swordsmanship in the world. No matter what kind of swordsmanship you use, you can give full play to the power of swordsmanship, even if you dance wildly, as long as you use it properly, it is enough to kill the top master with one sword! ”

When You Fan heard Murong Yanyun's introduction, his heart was also surging, "Great, great!" Cousin, you have this swordsmanship, and it is so easy for my father to admit to my aunt and help you take revenge! ”

Murong Yanyun said with a smile: "Cousin, now it's not difficult for me to kill Zhao Kuangyin alone, even if you don't make a move, it's no problem!" ”

Fang Zhengqian saw that Murong Yanyun had returned to normal, so he came over and said, "Murong Shaoxia, your martial arts just now are really amazing, the old man almost lost his life!" ”

Murong Yanyun clenched his fists, his expression was full of apologies, "Senior Fang, junior Fang was offended a lot just now, please forgive me." ”

Fang Zhengqian smiled and said: "The old man has seen countless masters of making swords, but compared to the young man, he can only be like fireflies, where is there any brilliance." It's just that this swordsmanship is too murderous, and it is best not to force it in the future, otherwise once you fall into the devil, I am afraid that it will be harmful to others and yourself! ”

"What the seniors reminded me is that I will try my best to suppress the killing intent in this sword technique in the future." As Murong Yanyun spoke, he picked up the ancient painting, and the internal force secretly vomited, and the painting turned into fly ash and dissipated into the air. And another painting was put into his arms.

As soon as You Fan saw that Murong Yanyun's expression had completely recovered, he said, "Cousin, let's talk about what you have to say on the boat." ”

Murong Yanyun nodded and said, "What my cousin said is extremely true, Senior Fang, let's go." ”

Fang Zhengqian sighed and said: "Two young heroes, the old man will not go back to the Central Plains with you, I will wait here for the opportunity to kill Zhao Kuangyin, and then it will not be too late to go back." ”

Both of them persuaded: "Senior Fang, how can you live alone on an isolated island, it's better to go back with us!" ”

"The old man was originally going to come to this island to avoid being hunted down, but if he goes back now, he will still be hunted down. It's better to stay here for a while, when can I kill Zhao Kuangyin, as long as you send a ship, I will go back." Fang Zhengqian explained.

The two felt that what Fang Zhengqian said was reasonable, and they didn't force him anymore and waved goodbye.

Murong Yanyun got on the boat, changed into new clothes, and brought another cup of tea. Murong Yanyun thanked Youfanyi, looked at the island, and thought in his heart, "When I was on the island, I hoped that a boat could return to the Central Plains, but now that I want to go back, how can I feel reluctant." Yes, although life on the island is inconvenient, after all, there is no intrigue, you kill me, you can really make people forget Hongchen, no wonder Xue'er calls this the island of forgotten dust. Now that I have returned to the Central Plains, I am afraid that there will be another bloody storm! ”