Volume 13: Zero Sword Sect (1) Atlante: The Wind Side of the East - The Eastern Zero Sword Sect is towering green mountains, clusters of green trees, The turbulent mountain springs come from the sky, the birds dyed with the sun flutter their wings and sweep through the pure sky, the leaves and the shadows of the leaves are staggered and swayed into a silent symphony, the quiet lake reflects the deep mountains and rivers, only the young lover who held the short flute can not see the end for so many years, but there are still tears in his eyes, the clouds in the sky are helpless, and for a hundred years, he has also wandered in this world of withering and dyeing green, the fate is endless, and he has come to follow the carved road step by step, and one day my world appears, your life is full of your voice, fireworks, blooming, rain, prosperity, this life has been deeply submerged by the unbearable catastrophe, I thought that the eternal love is still gone, the steep and towering mountain peaks are soaked in the morning pureThe sun is swaying, the birds are crossing, the two sides of the winding mountain road are covered with grass, trees, high and low, layers are scattered, there is a pure white left between heaven and earth, the mountains are as pure as white practice, the waterfall that pours down hits the cyan rock at the foot of the mountain, crushing into a delicate water vapor drifting into the sunlight with the breeze, and the clear beam of light is as warm as jade, shining on the square of the Sword Cutting Sect. The square in front of the main hall is a hundred people with a silver sword in hand, dressed in a green coat and a belt, practicing complex moves in a uniform manner, in front of the array, a man in white clothes is better than snow, and a man with steep sword eyebrows is holding a silver sword behind his back with both hands, and the pure white hairband is fluttering with the green silk in the wind. "Senior brother, senior brother. The man in front of the array turned around and looked back: "What's wrong?" "Senior brother, the master has something to look for you." "What's the matter?" asked the man in white with an amiable expression as he asked the junior brother who had come to summon him. "I don't know, senior brother, you better hurry up. "Okay. The man threw the silver sword in his hand into the hands of his junior brother, turned around and walked towards the Yunjin Hall behind him, step by step, with a graceful bearing. On the seat in the center of the Yunjin Hall sat an elderly man with all white hair, a purple headdress, two strands of white hair hanging down from his ears and temples, and an elderly man in green clothes with his head down, looking through a manual. "Division. The young man walked in and stood on the temple, clasped his hands, and bowed to the elder in front of him. "Bai Zhou, the enrollment of the Zero Sword Sect once every four years is about to start, and in previous years, you were responsible for the enrollment, so I worked hard for you. The elder sat on the seat and waved his sleeves, smiling at Hakushu in front of him. "This is Bai Zhou's business, and the master is serious. "I want Li'er to assist you in this year's enrollment, first, to exercise him, and secondly, to reduce the burden for you, what do you think?" "Everything is subject to the teacher's arrangement." "Okay, then you go down and prepare. Bai Zhou was about to turn around and leave, but suddenly stopped in place for a few seconds, turned his head slightly in an arc, and looked at the master behind him who was looking down at the manual as if he had something to say, but he didn't say it after all, he still waved his sleeves behind his back and left calmly. Walking to the door of the main hall, Bai Zhou's eyes suddenly lit up, and he saw a man lying on the door of the main hall with a bow and eavesdropping. "Why are you? Why don't you go in?" Bai Zhou stretched out his left hand and grabbed the man's shoulder to lift him up. The man at the door glanced at Bai Zhou in front of him arrogantly, and with a wave of his hand, he pushed away Bai Zhou's hand on his shoulder: "I can't get in, I want you to take care of it." "You also heard what the master said just now, so ...... you?" "I don't care about you, you can toss it yourself." The man vetoed Bai Zhou with a nonchalant expression, turned around and waved his hand to prepare to leave. "Yang Li, stop!" Bai Zhou saw the man waving away, his sleeves slid down to reveal the burning black spots on his arms, and grabbed him: "Where did the black spots on your body come from?" "This black spot ......" Yang Li rolled his black eyes and didn't know how to answer, did he want to tell him that he was injured by a broken bird?" Bai Zhou's eyes were sharp but not lacking in kindness: "It's impossible, can you be burned like this?" Xiao Li, you are the future successor of the Zero Sword Sect, you are usually a drunkard and playful, and my master and I are already very worried about you, and now you are also injured in a mysterious way, the four countries are eyeing each other, and if you are not careful, you will be attacked, we are the only sword sect on the wind side and even the four countries, if someone comes to attack one day in the future, how can you make me and my master feel at ease?" Yang Li looked impatient, turned around and walked to the seat of the carved beam painting corridor in front of the hall gate, leaning back against the stone pillar, one arm on his bent knee, a bohemian and uninhibited, looking at him in front of him with disgust: "Bai Zhou, do you think that you are qualified to come and teach me because you have been a senior brother of the Zero Sword Sect for twelve years?" Bai Zhou shook his head and explained hastily. Yang Li turned his head away, as if he hadn't heard Bai Zhou's advice. "Xiao Li, even if I haven't been the senior brother of the Zero Sword Sect for eleven years, even if I am an ordinary person, I am also for your good, can you understand the hard work of me and my master? Yang Li stretched out his finger and pointed at Bai Zhou, looking at him aggressively: "Don't forget, you are just an orphan brought by my father from the mass grave, I am my father's real bloodline, you are not qualified to teach me a lesson!" Bai Zhou's body shook invisibly, and suddenly felt that countless sharp blades suddenly appeared in the veins of his body, and his heart was wrinkled and painful, and there was a lot of sadness in his eyes, he turned around and closed his eyes, let out a breath, the wind blew the corners of his clothes, and left helplessly. In front of the main hall, only Bai Zhou's mournful sigh echoed and Yang Li's contemptuous laughter remained. At the front of the phalanx practicing swords in the square, three people with long swords looked at each other. "Eh, Second Senior Brother, do you really care about this year's enrollment?" one of the young men with red hair in front of his forehead leaned over and asked Yang Li tentatively. "Why should I care. Yang Li rolled his eyes: "I drank my wine, and I didn't have enough fun, why bother with that fallacy." "Then you're not afraid that the master will punish you?" The red-haired man in front of his forehead looked at Yang Li with a wicked smile on his face, and rubbed Yang Li's shoulder with his shoulder. "Yes, yes, last time, because I didn't do what the master explained, the master punished me to go to Cloud Soul Lake to receive three hundred bone whips, and it still hurts!" Another person came over slyly. "Xiaochuan, this is what you said is wrong. Yang Li patted the red-haired man in front of his forehead: "I'm so big, my father has never punished me, I'm not afraid of that old thing." "Shhhh Yang Li pushed away the young man's hand with one hand, and put his hand on the young man's shoulder: "If you want me to say that our little military master is too timid." Yang Li turned his head to look at him: "Xiao Wu, when do you have to be bolder, it will be the sun rising in the west." Yang Li and Min Chuan, Xiao Wu and the three of them stood in the square while talking, smiling evilly, the air around them slowly became warm and clear like water, hundreds of people in the square were still practicing their swords neatly, the breeze blew gently, as if the gods in the sky were expressionless and clasped their hands, singing an elegy sadly. Artese: The faint night at the border of Nanxin Street is accompanied by the cold and cold rain in the moonlight, the stars in the sky are like a flood and a complex interpretation of a farewell to life and death, the faint blue light of countless stars in the night sky, the vague phantom of the mountains in the distance, the cold rain on the border of the cold abyss, the two black shadows on the dark green grass stand opposite each other, quiet and terrifying, the air seems to have been suddenly drained of all the breath, suffocating is unbearable. "Come on, lad. "Fu Chen was wearing a cloak to keep out the rain, his hands were behind his back, and the arrogant and rude aura around him was drenched in the rain. The other side of the north did not reply with any words. "Why don't you speak? I was stupid last time?" Fuchen slowly stretched out a hand and raised the hat on his head, raised the corners of his mouth contemptuously and looked at the figure in front of him who moved north and deep into the night, the cold and stiff night wind mixed with the rain, like a sharp sword flying up and down unscrupulously. The night wind blew the corners of the cloak of the north, swaying like a ghost, and the northward migration still did not have any answer, his figure stood still like a stone statue, cold and distressing. Fuchen stretched out his hand, summoned a sharp sword that emitted a cold and cold light from the air, grabbed the hilt of the sword, and the clear rain fell on the sword body, and the moonlight reflected the sword light to illuminate the cunning and evil eyes of Fuchen, like a messenger from hell in the dark night, Sensen's white gas emanated from the sword body, flying wantonly with the night wind, like a tsunami flying upward. In the phantom of the night, two pitch-black figures, two sharp swords exuding the breath of death, flying up and down the color of this blue and black, friction and lightning, the sword body overflowed with an overwhelming aura, the two figures flashed, and the sword body continued to release a variety of dazzling and dazzling magic, and the entire open grass was filled with sharp lightning and lightning flashes, and his speed was so fast that his figure remained in the air, as if there were thousands of ghosts going to the dust at the same time to attack the north。 The bright light of the moon fell from the sky like another silver rain, smearing the night with shining silver paint. No matter how outrageous the attack of the dust is, the northward move can always dodge his overwhelming moves without bias, the sword light and sword shadow, at a loss, two people in the rain attack and defend, like the decisive battle of the end, the north moves to defend a few moves, the eyes suddenly flashed, the sharp grip of the streamer sword move and the sword lightning in the hand of the dust flashed the confrontation, the night sky lightning and thunder, the silver rain fell one after another, every moment the two swords collided, the dazzling sparks instantly illuminated the night, and then returned to darkness, the sky flashed with two colors, blue and black and white, the cold sword sound, the sound of the rain, the sound of the lightning streamer piercing the eardrums, the roar of thunder in the sky, The two extreme divine arts confronted each other in the dark night, the ground cracked one after another, and the heavens and the earth trembled. The two of them faced each other, their sharp eyes, their aura, and the blades of the swords slashed across each other, tearing and flashing countless dazzling white lights. The northward migration suddenly exerted force, shook the other party, went to the dust in the air and spun a few times, fell to the ground to stand firm, gently raised the corners of his mouth, stretched out his hand and shook off the hat on his head, the sword in his hand, and crossed countless mysterious patterns in the air, the tip of the sword flashed, pointing directly to the north, the northward migration saw the situation and put away the streamer sword, stretched out his hand to cross a circle of white light in the air, and the rain that fell one after another turned into a sharp ice blade with the gesture of the northward migration, flashing the cold light of the forest, and went to the tip of the sword that went to the dust like a tsunamiThe moment the countless ice blades touched the lightning, they shattered, and fell to the ground, and the silver white light flashed the broken ice on the ground, instantly brightening as day. Seeing this, the figure flashed like a meteor crossing the fiery red trajectory, and the ghost slid in front of the dust, and a large ball of blood-red flames erupted from the palm of his hand, and the flames like the beacon fire reflected half of the sky, like a sea tide penetrating the shield and approaching the dust, and the blazing fire illuminated the indifferent face of the northward migration, cold and stiff. With a wave of his sleeves, the flames were shattered and scattered, and the night sky was like fiery red meteors flying all over the sky. The two men stood in place, neither of them speaking. The air is as cold as a ghost. The blood-colored flames scattered on the ground were gradually extinguished by the silver rain. The mountains are isolated, like outcasts of the world. The stars in the sky swirled like a river, illuminating the night. Quchen clenched the sword left and right, and the opposite Beiqian stretched out his right hand to summon the streamer sword, and when the lightning flashed, the two people shot almost at the same time, the tips of the swords were opposite, stirring up countless white lights and sparks. The night rain was dripping, drenching the hair of the northward migrator, and his eyes overflowed with a hundred years of hatred and coldness. The two froze, and a sky-blue light whistled and fell vertically from the sky, cutting through the light to block the clash of the two sharp swords, and a middle-aged figure in the emperor's costume swirled in the ice-blue light. "The two masters don't know what happened to fight in my Hanyuan Country, causing turmoil in the heavens and the earth, I don't know if you can tell me?" "Old friend, you should know him." He put away his sword and stabilized his breath. "I should ....." The man in the middle looked at Fuchen and turned his head to look at Beiqian, with a tone full of surprise: "How could it be you?" Beiqian's hand holding the hilt of the sword loosened, and the brilliant long sword in his hand turned into a streamer and retracted the lines of his arm: "Today is really a good day? Beiqian moved his wrist a few times: "It's just right, let's come together." "Liang Qiushui, you and I join forces, this remnant of the country is not a problem!" Liang Qiushui turned to look at Fuchen, his eyes signaled, he shook his head, and then turned his head to look at the north, his tone was always calm: "A hundred years ago, no matter who was right or wrong, if you really want to compete and avenge the ghost king, I promise you, but today the two of you are fighting here with the two divine swords of the top five on the weapon list, how can you let the people of Hanyuan live?" "Okay, Liang Qiushui, this is what you said." Beiqian smiled lightly: "I owe you a favor a hundred years ago, and I should pay it back to you this time" turned to look at Fuchen again, with a look of disdain: "Fuchen, I let you go today, not because I am afraid of you, I just pay off Liangqiushui's favor, I don't want to owe anyone." But you remember, it's hard to get rid of your bones and ashes, and I hate it in my heart!" Beiqian glanced coldly at the dust, turned into a ray of white light and disappeared in place. ATST: The moonlight of the lonely mountains in Cangdong blurs the dark shadows of the mountains, there is no breeze in the quiet night, the leaves lie lazily on the branches, the mountains are isolated, peaceful and quiet, the moonlight ripples, and there is no sound. "Boom!" A pitch-black mountain peak suddenly shattered, shattering into a hole, and four giant dragons roared out with the power of heaven and earth, rushing into the sky, followed by a black shadow with silver hair flowing after it. Four dragons flew up and down, opening their bloody jaws and devouring the terrifying black figure frantically. The black figure deftly dodged every attack of the dragon, holding a black flute in his hand and dodging left and right between the gaps of the four dragons, one of the black dragons emitted a dazzling white light from its mouth, like tearing a hole in the dark night sky, roaring and charging in the direction of the desolate night. Deserted Night's eyes flashed, and when he took the black flute and released a large piece of blue-black lightning and the evil dragon couldn't hold on, the other dragon opened his bloody mouth and let out a loud roar, the heavens and the earth trembled, and Deserted Night and the other evil dragon stalemate and didn't have time to react and was swallowed by the dragon. Under the moonlight, the four dragons flew upside down. "Boom!" With a heart-rending wail of the dragon, the dragon's back was blasted open by the blue and black lightning A bloody crack, the white bones penetrated the flesh and bones and were terribly exposed in the air, and the white hair of the deserted night was dyed with wet blood from the crack in the dragon's back, and his figure was like a ghost, moving as fast as lightning to the throat of the dragon, and the black flute blue light was released, straight into the throat of the dragon, and the blood splashed everywhere in the night sky, like a bright red rain dripping down, and the whole body was a dark dragon"Boom, boom!" Four sounds, shattered by the blue and black lightning like the sea tide, accompanied by the bright red rain falling to the ground, the emerald green leaves were dyed blood red, and the blood on the ground flowed viscously between the cracks of the rocks, exuding a fishy sweet smell. Aramida stood firm, steady his breath, his white hair was stained with blood, he stretched out his middle finger and touched a small wound on his face, the infinite god flowed a few traces of blue and black light on the wound on his face, and the wound slowly healed and gradually disappeared. His movements were evil, his murderous eyes looked at the only three dragons left in front of him with contempt, stretched out his left hand and clenched the wrist of his right hand, the black flute in his right hand turned lightly, and a few traces of blue and black lightning wrapped around the black flute and disappeared after a few circles, the originally quiet night sky came from a low roar at this moment, and the stars in the sky converged and wound to form a whirlpool, extracting the sand and stone between heaven and earth and swept the overwhelming lightning towards the three dragons. The three dragons roared angrily, through the tsunami-like lightning, the dragon scales were peeled off by the lightning pieces, the sound of lightning pierced the eardrums, the explosion of lightning, the roar of the dragon echoed back and forth between the mountains, the blood flowed between the mountains and rocks, and the white night illuminated the valley, as if it was hell on earth. A giant dragon passed through layers of lightning, and the wind rushed to the front of Araiya, on the side of Araiya's body, the dragon pounced in the air, Araya grabbed the dragon's tail, and the blue light flashed on his hand, and countless lightning densely climbed up the dragon's body, "Whoa, whoa, whoa" The air was full of the sound of dragon scales being peeled off, and the afterglow of the deserted night caught a glimpse of the other two dragons pounced viciously, grabbed the dragon tail in his hand and turned the dragon in his hand a few times, like a whip to shake off the two dragons, the two dragons were thrown under the mountain wall, the mountain wall collapsed, the boulder smashed down, the keel was broken, the flesh and blood were blurred, the hot blood flowed and spread along the river, and the moonlight of Bai Sensen was like the fangs of the hellish ghosts, scarlet and terrifying. Araya wiped the blood from the dragon's face, let out a sigh of relief, turned back to the ground, and walked back into the cave. Wind Side of the East of Atyste: A loud chirp from the birds of the Windy Year streaks across the sky. Yang Huan sat on its back, frowning and worried. Outside the city, the Wanggui Bird put Yang Huan on the ground, turned into a cyclone, flapped its wings and flew away. Yang Huan looked around the ground in a panic: "This is the wind side." I don't know what's going on at the moment!" he walked into the city. It is as prosperous as Nanxin Street, but without moving north, even if it is crowded, there is no one in the heart. He walked forward in frustration, longing for the northward migration to suddenly appear in front of him, and he would suddenly appear and put his hand on his thin shoulder. But no one around him came in a hurry and left in a hurry. A mysterious cry came from the depths of the distant heart. Yang Huan walked on the street, looking around helplessly. "Eh, don't miss it when you pass by!" Yang Huan looked up, it turned out to be a newly opened weapons store on the street, and there were many people crowded at the door, Yang Huan took a few steps forward curiously, and saw an extremely gorgeous ancient sword hanging on the wall inside. Yang Huan's eyes lit up, and he bent over and squeezed in through the gap in the crowd. "Boss, how much is that sword on the wall?" Yang Huan asked the boss while holding his breath in front of the crowd behind him. "Haha, this young man, you really have a vision, this sword is an ancient divine sword, called the Water Lingfeng Emperor Sword. The boss took the sword off the wall while smiling and talking to Yang Huan: "If you want to talk about this sword, there is a beginning!" Yang Huan stroked the scabbard, and pulled the sword body out of the scabbard with anticipation, the sword body was engraved with some patterns that he couldn't understand, he stared at the sword body for a long time and was suddenly interrupted by the boss's words. "I said this young man, you have been watching it for so long, do you want to buy it?" The boss frowned impatiently and looked at Yang Huan with a look of annoyance. "Buy! Of course buy!" Yang Huan suddenly raised his head, nervously answering the boss's question, while groping his pockets, but he only had two arc coins on his body. The boss saw the clue, took the sword from Yang Huan's hand, hung it back on the wall, and said disdainfully while hanging: "I don't have money to buy anything, if you can buy something, then I'm really damned!" The boss glanced at the corner and whispered to the corner, "Go back." Seeing this, Yang Huan frowned and thought for a while, turned his eyes, looked clever, and tentatively whispered to the corner: "What the hell?" The boss turned his head and whispered to the corner: "Go back!" In the corner, there was another sound of the sword retracting its scabbard. Yang Huan smiled at the corner of his mouth, and shouted softly at the corner with confidence: "Hell, come here." There was a sudden dull sound of unsheathing in the corner, and an extremely ordinary-looking long sword flew into Yang Huan's hand. Seeing this, the boss pretended to be angry and scolded: "Hell, go back!" The long sword shook slightly in Yang Huan's hand, and the boss couldn't directly reach out and grab it, this sword, if you can afford two arc coins, I will sell it to you!" Yang Huan had a happy expression, took out two arc coins from his pocket and made way on the table, snatched the "ghost" from the boss's hand, and happily ran out of the store. The boss smiled disdainfully behind him, bought a sword that didn't know anything, and looked at this fool proudly. Yang Huan ran outside excitedly with "Ghost", and then in the sun, he saw the word "Sword Ghost" faintly engraved on the sword, but it disappeared after a while. Yang Huan looked at the long sword and asked as if he had received a treasure: "Eh, you are called a sword ghost?" The long sword did not make any sound, but shook the sword body forward in reply. "Great, you can follow me in the future, would you like to. The sword ghost shook his body forward this time. Yang Huan's eyes narrowed into a slit and walked forward happily.

I lost you in the cold Lethe

It's hard to forget at a glance

The dusty sword holds your memories

Is it possible to hug you in the dream of the next life

The song of the sheng is scattered to the end of the city,

I want to live forever and be lonely in your world

Even if the world is turned upside down

Give up the smile of this life to cover you

You are far away in the gray heavens

Time flies for you

I just can't hold your hand anymore

The heavy rain of the world

Let me wander at the gates of your world

There is no you in the boundless night

Thousands of years of circulation have fallen into loneliness

Your figure flows in the river of years

I won't hear from you again

The spirits are scattered and flying in all directions

The reincarnation flower blooms and is unforgettable in this life

I've done my best

Turn into a small hope in your despair

Even if it's snow, snow and ice