The vast ginkgo trees have dyed the world yellow, fluttering and falling, sprinkled with water, and people are like these leaves, born free, but everywhere in shackles.

The shackles of the leaves are the wind, which blows westward, and you drift westward. Blow to the east, and you will drift eastward. Or sometimes a sandstorm blows, and you die in the dust.

Some people say that the shackles of people are suffering, some people say that they are money, power, and women, some people say that they are greedy and hateful, and some people say that they love and hate suffering, in short, people's rhetoric is different.

So, what are our own shackles, and think about why we are running around all day long, are we fighting for our ideals in life? It may or may not be, when you are obsessed to a certain extent, the ideal is a shackle, a cage that imprisons sentient beings.

Our biggest shackle is ourselves, and we have always imprisoned ourselves invisibly, as long as we have obsessions, we are shackles.

The leaves of the ginkgo trees fell one after another, and the two figures shuttled through the woods, at this time they moved away from the center of Green Cow City and came to the ginkgo forest outside the city.

The encounter is a bloody sword, you are your black, I am my white, each sticking to its own principles. I did my best, only for the fellowship we once had, and I used all my strength because I had the Tao and the principle in my heart.

Your sword passed through the falling leaves to the center of my eyebrows, and my sword passed through the obstruction to your throat, and then they withdrew from each other, leaping to the top of the tree, and the cold sword qi stirred up a thousand waves of leaves, like a wild sand sweeping, and like a sea storm.

The boss's body changed again, the sword spit out spiritual light, and thousands of spiritual energy gathered in one sword, vowing to compete with the sun and moon that day.

Chop the sky and the moon.

The body is like a dragon swimming in the deep sea, shooting out, the long sword in his hand shines dazzlingly, and at that moment it seems that the world is bright because of the long sword in his hand, this sword, the moon in the sky will fall, so what about people.

Huangquan does not return to the hand of the Huangquan sword hook, a pick, a stab, the seemingly very slow sword move is actually changeable, from simple to complex, from slow to fast, countless sword shadows suddenly overwhelming the sky above the ginkgo forest, at that moment between the heaven and the earth the sword shadow rotated, the sword aura was awe-inspiring.

Is this the power of the sword of the strong?

Ruan Qingyun can only now be regarded as seeing the true strength of the cultivator, destroying the heavens and the earth, and opening up mountains and cracking stones.

The mortal man is compared to them like an ant to an eagle, and a mouse to an elephant.

The dense swords are like the messengers of hell chasing souls, and they can't tell which is the main sword and which is the void sword.

The boss slashed the sky and the moon like a mountain and a river, and the matchless sword qi gushed out, impacting the huge Huangquan Sword Phantom.

The wind and clouds in the ginkgo forest changed color for a while, countless huge tree trunks were destroyed by the sword qi, and they fell to the ground one after another, the birds in the forest flew in shock, and the four wild beasts fled.

Boom, countless sword shadows collapsed inch by inch under the trick of slashing the sky and the moon, and the main sword of Huangquan appeared. Yellow Spring, Yellow Spring, the place of death, the place where the soul returns.

The body of the Huangquan sword is turbid and yellow, and there is faint red blood flowing in the sword body, Huangquan adds a new ghost, the blood passes through three ways, and the red blood that roars day and night in the Santu River is dripping from the body of the heroes of the past, yesterday's style, today it becomes a ghost, and the Huangquan in his hand is in charge of the fate of all beings in the world.

Between Huo Ran, the Huangquan Sword deceived himself, pressing step by step, slashing the sky and the moon to break through the Huangquan Sword's illusory shadow power was undiminished, and it was still mixed with the power to destroy the world and move forward.

Go forward bravely, a sword across yin and yang has never been afraid, no.

When the heavens and the earth coincide, the sun and the moon collide, what will happen to the world?

In fact, it was only later that we realized that we were just a speck of dust in this world, and when the world was destroyed, we were destroyed at the same time as the world. When the world is reborn, we are reborn at the same time as the world.

We are not the masters of the world, we cannot even control our own destiny.

At that time, the nonsense was just a joke, everything was so naïve and immature.

Your sword has defeated all the heroes of the world, your sword has won merit and fame, you have attracted the attention of the world, you have been in the limelight for a while, so what, haven't some things left you?

It doesn't matter if you give in and fight, lose or win, because some people and things are indeed gone.

The two swords collided again, and the two were scattered, no one injured anyone, the person was still the same, and the sword was still the same.

The people on the top of the trees, the scattered fallen leaves, everything seems so peaceful.

The wind blew the last trace of battle intent, and the two attacked each other at the same time, the sword moves continued one after another, Ruan Qingyun was already dazzled below, and he couldn't tell which was the boss and which fish was Thun. Today's battle has long been beyond the scope of his imagination, usually the most seen is the street boy fight, once the most fascinating time is to see his father shoot, when he was young he has already regarded his father as a god, now to see these two people fighting is even more shocking.

A close friend many years ago, but now a life-and-death enemy. What was it like back then?

The two intersected again, the sword qi criss-crossed, the ginkgo leaves fell one after another, and the two of them were cultivators, and they couldn't tell the winner for a while.

"Brother Yu, if we continue to fight for three days and three nights, we can't tell the winner, so let's just give up. How?"

"No, only the blood of the enemy can resurrect my beloved, and I must resurrect her. Yu Tuan flatly refused.

The beloved has been sleeping for twenty years, he is in pain day and night, one is his wife, the other is his brother who was born and died, what choice should he make? He didn't choose revenge at that time, but lived in seclusion in the Arctic ice cave with his wife, in order to keep his wife's body from decaying, he found the legendary ice spirit stone and sealed it in his wife's mouth, originally planned to stay with his wife every day for the rest of his life, but until five years ago he met a strange man in the rivers and lakes, saying that he had a way to resurrect his wife, but before that he needed to find four things, the first was the enemy's heart's blood, and then Nuwa's intestines, phoenix blood, and Long Neidan. In addition to the enemy's hard work, the other three are more legendary things. No matter how difficult it is to find, he finally has hope and direction, and it took him five years to find Nuwa intestines, phoenix blood, and Long Neidan, but he has not found them to this day, so he came to find the enemy's heart and blood today.

Fish Thun slowly recounted the past, sinking into deep pain.

Mo Yanbai was also embarrassed after hearing his pain over the years, if his hard work could save this friend and beloved, then he would rather spill blood on the spot, "Brother Yu, it's not too late to take my heart and blood after you have gathered Nuwa intestines, phoenix blood, and Long Neidan, maybe I can help you inquire about the whereabouts of these three medicines." ”

Ruan Qingyun was completely intoxicated by the story of Yu Tuen, but he didn't expect this handsome and dashing man with white hair to be so infatuated.

Yu Tuen's eyes instantly appeared a little bright: "Is this true?" But then he changed his words and said: "No, I have to take your heart and soul today." ”

"Why is Brother Yu so stubborn? I Mo Yanbai said nothing, when you find Qi Nuwa's intestines, phoenix blood, and Long Neidan, my heart and blood should be served. ”

Yu Tu En fell silent, after today, it is difficult for him to attack his former brother, and it is also a great courage to come today, and it is difficult for him to make a choice at the moment, after a long time: "Okay, the last move, if you can catch my last move, then today's matter will be put on hold for the time being, how about it?"

Mo Yanbai groaned slightly: "Please." ”

Yu Tuen no longer talked nonsense, holding the Huangquan sword in his hand, and suddenly drew a circular arc, the yellow light was sheng, there was wind and thunder, and there were ghosts crying wolf, this sword was thousands of times more powerful than before: "Look at it, this sword is called Huangquan No Return." ”

Mo Yanbai's eyes were more solemn, and he held the sword above his head with both hands and flew towards Yu Tuen, at that moment Mo Yanbai was wrapped in a white light, just like the majesty of the gods descending on the majesty and inviolability, the sword seemed to be the call of the god of death, "The name of the sword is a sword separated from yin and yang." ”

If it is a precursor to destruction, then where will you go to the gods in the sky?

The white light and the yellow light were intertwined, tinkling, the two swords clashed, and the sky seemed to be a lightning bolt slipping down, and then the two of them flew out upside down and landed on the top of the ginkgo tree not far away, both of them seemed to be injured, and they saw blood hanging from the corners of their mouths.

Yu Tuen looked at Mo Yanbai with complicated eyes: "Today's matter is put on hold for the time being, don't forget your promise, and say goodbye." ”

A few ups and downs of the fish Thun have disappeared into this sea of ginkgo trees.

Mo Yanbai looked at his distant friend, and his heart was full of melancholy.

After a long time, Ruan Qingyun came back to his senses from the battle just now, "Master, you are injured. ”

Mo Yanbai waved his hand: "Don't worry, can you be inspired by watching the battle between the two of us today?"

Ruan Qingyun meditated in his heart for a while and said: "In the battle of masters, there is no self in the heart, and it is with heaven and earth, and it is destroyed with heaven and earth. ”

Mo Yanbai stroked his beard with his left hand and said appreciatively: "Very good, you kid can have such an understanding, at least you won't lose my face when you go out in the future." ”

Ruan Qingyun smiled awkwardly and did not answer.

The ginkgo grove has returned to its usual tranquility, but those stumps and leaves still exist, they are the victims of this fight, witnessing the battle between the two masters just now.

The wind blew through the trees and rolled up countless golden leaves, seemingly free but involuntarily.

Drifting, continuing to wander, where is the way home, where to perch?