With the sound of the rain, the original drizzle hazy has turned into a pouring rain, and the heavy rain is a stream of water rushing on Mingfeng and Mo Da!

Open your eyes!

No, no, no, he didn't move, because in the eyes of the people around him, the only change between the two people in the stage was that Mo Da changed from closed eyes to open eyes. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info but Gu Xuan saw it, only to see Gu Xuan, who was originally settled, squinting at Mo Da and whispering: "Good sword!

Moda's body didn't move, but his heart moved. Therefore, his sword cannot be seen, because this sword is swung from his heart, this is what he has learned in this life, this is the reason for his life, this is also his way!

This sword is empty, just like it does not exist in the world, it cannot be seen or touched! It seems to come from the end of the world, no, no, no, it is farther than the end of the world, if the end of the world can still be found, then this sword does not exist at all....

Sword God! Yes, it's a god! This sword is a sword of God! I think even the resurrection of the former Purple Yi Hou can't take this sword.

Why?

Because the sword of the purple-clothed marquis is still in the world, and this sword is no longer in the world.

Not on earth, but in heaven?

No, no, no, it's not in heaven or on earth..... It's in the heart.

Surprised, Ming Feng also opened his eyes, only to see the rain dripping down his hair, and the sound of rain completely fell into his ears, and at the moment when the raindrops crossed his eyes, he took out his sword!

This time he really took out his sword! Because everyone around him saw him draw his sword, although Mingfeng drew his sword, and the sword was only out for a moment, but the martial arts were a little higher and saw it clearly!

And Gu Xuan, who was squinting his eyes on the side, suddenly roared angrily with his pupils wide: "Good sword! What a sword of the way!" This is a sword of the way, and it is a chivalrous sword! This stab is a sword stabbed to save the world, and it is a sword stabbed to save the rivers and lakes.

This sword exists, it is no longer at the end of the world, it is not in the heart, it only exists on the way forward! If the dream is far away, then life is near, the dream in the heart cannot be touched, but the life in front of you can be touched, you can feel its ups and downs.

Then what should be the name of his sword? The previous sword could not be touched and could not be seen to be the sword god, so what about the complete existence of this sword? The equivalent of the sword god can only be the sword saint, right?

It has a name, it's called Sword!

Why is it called that?

It stabs for the right way of the world, it stabs for the peace of eternity, it is not a chivalry, who can be a chivalrous?

I don't understand this, didn't you say that it can be touched, but this kind of dream is more like a dream than a dream, how can you touch it in your eyes?

If you don't see me, I won't argue with you, because there is no light in your heart, and you don't believe in your heart that this chaotic world can be better...... But I believe, I believe in this sword, the sword of chivalry! It can split a path, a path of light, a path of righteousness!

What if it can't be split?

The chivalrous sword was destroyed with the Tao, and died with the Tao.

"Good!good!good!good!good sword!good sword!hahahaha!good sword!," he laughed, and as the laughter disappeared, he saw that the sword in his left hand had fallen into the water, and his body had also fallen into the water.

And Ming Feng on the side kept looking up, as if he wanted to use the rain to wash away something, but no matter how the heavy rain washed away, Ming Feng's heart was also sad at the moment, and the sword in his hand was only sad.....

Defeat!

"Woo woo master master !" As Mo Da fell into the rain, Xiao Yun'er ran over crying. She hugged Mo Da's body and cried and shouted, but no matter how Xiao Yun'er shouted, Mo Da still wrinkled his wrinkles and smiled, it seemed that Mo Da saw what he wanted to see most in his life before he died, so he kept smiling when he died.

Crying, raining, a little girl holding a gray-haired old man crying, next to a sad young man stood at the bottom of his heart.....

In this way, no one bothered this scene, they gave all their time to this crying little girl, to this young man who wanted to borrow rain to wash away his sadness....

I don't know how long it took, the people around shook their heads, sighed and sighed, and left..... The rain finally stopped, the bright moon hung in the night sky again, and the little girl stopped crying, she gently approached the young man and said, "You.... You.... Can you hug me?"

The young man also lowered his head, because the rain had stopped, and there was no rain to wash him away, but the heavy rain did not wash away the sadness in his heart, but deepened.....

Listening to the little girl's words, the young man smiled, and he smiled and hugged the little girl hard.

At the same time, the little girl also hugged the young man hard, and the little girl leaned hard into the young man's ear and whispered, "Master said that we are not allowed to have hatred for you.... So, I don't hate you....."

After the words fell, the little girl broke away from the young man's embrace, then lowered down and picked up the huge corpse and turned away, leaving only one sentence: "My name is Xiao Yun'er, and I am going to take the master back to Qingcheng Mountain..... Master and brother are right, the rivers and lakes are really not fun, so we will not go down the mountain from now on, if you miss us, you can go up to Qingcheng Mountain to see us. ”

This is a great redemption, the redemption of a man who kills himself......

And at this time, Feng Mu'er, who had been staying aside, immediately rushed over and hugged Mingfeng: "Brother Mingfeng.... Dog Daoist, did he go to find his Big Brother Zi and Sister Feng Lingyue..."

Mingfeng gently picked up the emanation in Feng Mu'er's ear and replied: "Well, he, he should be tired...."

On the platform, the Wuming monk of Jinshan Temple gritted his teeth vigorously and whispered: "Damn! These two monsters, I thought that it was already a great opportunity for me to get the Bodhi Golden Body, but I didn't expect that Mo Da and this young man would make such great progress, and I couldn't take any of the two of them! Not to mention a sword, maybe half a sword I will die..... No, it's okay that Mo Da is dead, but what should that young man do, I must not be his opponent! Could it be that Jinshan Temple wants to make way for others to continue to hide underground and be a mouse! No, no, no! That young man must die! No matter what the cost!"

After speaking, the great monk Wuming also left Jiangtai in a hurry, thinking that he had thought of a good way, so he left in such a hurry....

At this time, Gu Xuan was the only one left on the stage, and he gently said to the broadsword behind him: "Ziwei, Ziwei, we defeat him, it's good!"

The same question, this imperial sword also roared several times, as if to say, "Okay!

After the sound of the sword, the Jiangtai was already silent, and the only thing left was Gu Xuan, who was standing with his eyes closed..... And the crape myrtle sword with purple light on his back...