Hyosung has sunk, and the nine fields are outside the sky.

Overlooking and seeing, you can see the thousand rocks show, you can see the ten thousand ravines contending for the stream, the grass and trees are hazy on it, if a picture of clouds and clouds are steaming.

Above the sea of clouds, Mo Mei and the woman in white stood in the air, letting the mist roll under them, and the two of them remained unmoved.

In Mo Mei's hand, there is a long sword slanted, the sword body is ink-colored, without blades and blades, and it is as flat as a ruler.

In the woman's hand, she also held a sword, the body of the sword was frosty and snowy, covered by cold, and sharp and sharp.

Mo Mei said: "In this battle, if you lose, you may fulfill a promise?"

The woman said: "I am a person who regards promises as dispensable, but today, I promise you. If I am defeated by your sword, I will no longer pursue him. ”

Mo Mei nodded, the bladeless long sword shook slightly, and the sword body suddenly became inky.

The woman said, "I agreed to your request, shouldn't you give me a response?"

In the woman's mind, since she has made a promise, then Momei should also return the promise, but Momei's behavior is considerable, how can there be the slightest hint of what should be said?

Mo Mei smiled and said, "I don't need to promise, because of this battle, I won't lose!"

When the words fell, Momei's body had disappeared, and in an instant, the sky was thousands of miles away, and the wind and clouds changed abruptly.

At this moment, the neon mist is no longer flying, and the ink color of the sky moves against the wind, which is both majestic and majestic, and a sea of ink and clouds are in the sky.

Seeing this scene, the woman frowned, covered her hand and waved, the sword light became a river, only to see the ocean of sword qi, sharp whirlwind, burst up.

In an instant, the silver light flew through, the inky sky swirled, and in the depths of the zenith of Tiansang City, a thunderbolt burst out of the cracks - "boom"

The woman's sword was extremely sharp, the sword momentum rose and fell, and the sword aura of the deceptive frost was tactful and majestic, cracking straight into one ink color after another.

To the woman's surprise, the ink color that was split by her did not shatter into nothingness, but intensified, if there was a tendency to cover the sky.

At this moment, Momei's people and swords were gone, and only the ink color of the sky was left to overturn the Nine Fields Changtian.

The woman's eyebrows were furrowed, and she felt as if she was trapped in an ink-colored painting, at this time, she was the person in the painting, and the sword in her hand was also the sword in the painting.

The ink color is not in a hurry, and it is bound to dye the silver and white splashes in the painting.

The woman drank coldly: "Do you think that the painting under your sword can imprison me?"

The words fell, the shadows moved, and the sword came out.

The long sword is cold, the shadow is whistling, the sword qi is silver, and the sky is fluttering, just like the cold sky is full of shadows.

Attacked by this sword, the ink that swirled around the woman's body was frozen in ice, and the crystal icicles continued into pieces, all over the sky.

Although the woman couldn't feel Momei's breath, she knew that as long as the ice covered the sky with ink, she would win the battle.

However, the hanging icicles did not last long, and then burst open with a crisp sound.

For a while, the ink color rose again, floating like a shadow dancing with the wind, like a dragon soaring into the sky.

The woman's eyebrows condensed into peaks, and deep in her heart, helplessness and helplessness rose together.

At this moment, the ink color of the sky suddenly began to sweep and fly, gathering an ink-colored sword above the dome.

Mo Mei's figure was revealed beside the long sword, and with a wave of her hand, the long sword flew vertically, straight to the woman.

The sword falls, the drunken rain frightens the clouds, the arrogant roar is cold, the sword has no edge, and the air is full of anger, giving people an unstoppable.

The woman stood motionless, she felt as if she was frozen in this ink-colored painting, and she wanted to move but couldn't.

Her expression was covered with horror, and her heart was filled with fear.

Seeing that the bladeless ink-colored long sword was about to come in front of the woman, the sword body became more and more illusory, until it finally completely dissipated without a shadow.

The shadow of the sword is gone, the ink color disappears, the sky is suddenly clear, and the clouds are still steaming.

Mo Mei looked at the woman with a faint smile on her face, and said: "You will see that the promise is dispensable, but today's promise, you have to keep it in mind!"

With that, Mo Mei wanted to leave.

The woman was stunned, but the long sword in her hand was withdrawn, as early as the Void Battlefield she had identified Momei's strength, but it was only now that she realized that she still made a wrong estimate of Momei's strength.

She stared at Mo Mei, who had already turned around, and said in a daze, "Can you tell me what kind of sword you have in your hand?"

Mo Mei paused slightly, but the figure was illusory, and above the sky, there was only a clear voice left: "Nameless!"

The woman stood in a daze, she didn't know if the "nameless" in Momei's mouth meant that the sword was a nameless sword, or if the name of the sword was nameless?

Soon after Mo Mei left, the woman's figure gradually became illusory and blurred, until it disappeared without a trace.

The mutations in the depths of the firmament come and go.

After a while, outside the nine heavens, it returned to normal, and in the plain sky, the clouds were faint, and the leaves were white sails.

Long before Momei fought with the woman, Tianyi took Wu Wang and others to the west.

This is the place where the West Gate is far away, and it is not enough to travel through thousands of mountains and rivers.

At the Wind Whisper Inn, Jun Zhu sat alone in the courtyard, he drank acacia wine and tasted the taste of parting.

Not far away, Mu Qingqing, Phantom Yu, Xiao Luo, and Bu Yao looked gloomy, looking from afar, where could they still see Tianyi and the others?

At that moment, the wine jar that Jun Zhuti was hanging in his hand suddenly froze, his expression was stunned, and the person was petrified.

Looking at it again, next to the stone table in the courtyard, Jun Zhu's figure was no longer there, and only a jar of spirits was left on the table.

The wind passed, swept away the ethereal clouds and smoke, and locked the pure sky.

Junzhu stood with the wind, and his lovesickness fluttering in green clothes was intoxicated with the clouds.

Not far away, the clouds are like clusters of flowers, and Momei stands with her back to Junzhu, wearing ink-colored sleeves fluttering in the wind and dust.

Jun Zhu's mind was in turmoil, he stared at it like a lost mind, and couldn't say a word for a long time.

Mo Mei said: "You have been looking for me for a long time, and now you see me, but you don't know what to say?"

Jun Zhu took a sip of drunkenness, and after all, he wanted to speak and stopped.

He doesn't know what to say, just as he doesn't know where the love arises, and he doesn't know what to do, all he can do is go deeper, or he will be displaced for the rest of his life.

Mo Mei said: "Where did your courage go on Wanmei Peak before? Didn't you want to capture me?"

Jun Zhu's face sank, and between his hands, the three-foot green bamboo turned out.

From beginning to end, he didn't say a word, and his shadow was like a long rainbow through the sky, and he went straight to Momei.

Mo Mei stood motionless, since she appeared, she didn't think about leaving, she just hadn't figured out when to turn around.

Under the shadow of the blue light, people stopped.

Jun Zhu retracted the green bamboo, stared at Mo Mei who was close in front of him affectionately, and said: "Amei, I am looking for you, even if the sea is exhausted, even if it is lost forever, I will not give up!"

Mo Mei's body trembled imperceptibly, she didn't respond, no one was silent, tears were silent, and only the wind was whispering in her ears

When Junzhu returned to the Wind Whispering Inn, there was an extra woman beside him, a woman in a fluttering black shirt.

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