On November 20, after the Privy Council meeting, Li Yuzhen's pen fell coldly behind the edict.

On the same day, at a meeting of the Privy Council of the Oghuz Khanate, the seal of the emperor of the hill was stamped on the edict.

December 12, it was the middle of winter in Yan Zhou, the coldest month, and no one expected that Oghuz and the Tang Empire would launch an attack on the northwest front of Yan Zhou at this time.

It's a dead winter, and for a lot of people.

……

For Xiao Yan, this midwinter season is warm.

For her blood is warm, because her heart is warm, and her eyes are bright and warm.

This was the last battle between her and Murong Jue.

It is also the last battle of the mill.

When the sword of killing intent is sharpened the thinnest, it is often not the weakest murderous aura, but the sharpest sword edge and the strongest murderous aura.

At the beginning of December, when Xiao Yan was recuperating from her injuries for the fourth time, she and Murong Jue left Yanzhou together, led by Sa Huolin and Xiao Liang, and quietly entered Oghuz.

When Xiao Yan left the Oghuz Khanate, she had a hunch that she would still set foot on this land, and that might be when the war broke out - now the war did happen, and the reason why she entered Oghuz again was also wonderful, it was to fight with the seniors.

She and Murong Jue were both recuperating in the Divine Mountain, adjusting their mental will and body to the best state in their own way, and the moment the qi reached its peak, it was the beginning of the battle between the two.

This is the last battle, Murong Jue will either break through the desire to kill and become a god without mercy; Either be controlled by the killing intent and become a sword demon of the killing path; Or there is a third way, which is integrated with the desire to kill, without distinguishing between each other. But this path is not good, because it is not clear whether the killing intent after fusion is one's own or the will to destroy the universe.

Life, and destruction, are the will of the universe.

However, although martial arts is the rule of pursuing heaven and earth, it does not mean that martial artists are willing to let the will of heaven and earth dominate themselves.

As long as you are human, you have your own will.

This is the dignity of the human being and the reason why people are human.

Xiao Yan believed in Murong Jue, believing that she would not let any will override or merge her will.

That's enough.

Everyone is their own master.

Her heart was clear and transparent, and her eyes were like the sky after the snow in Oghuz, clean and clear.

When the Yanzhou Northwest War broke out, she and Murong Jue also started their decisive battle in the Oghuz Divine Mountain.

Deep in the gorge of the Utenger Mountains.

Even though it is the middle of winter, the cliffs of the canyon still have a verdant greenery, and the snow cover has not yet melted, and it grows tenaciously.

But as soon as Murong Jue's sword came out, it snuffed out these verdant vitality.

Countless sword intents, with the coldest breath of the polar glaciers, more slaughtering than winter, and thicker blood than the blood pool of Shura, that sword intent is like the coldest ice soaked in the sea of blood for tens of thousands of years, the blood is in the ice, and the cold is also in the blood. Separated by a distance of more than ten zhang, the cold blood qi alone froze people's blood veins, and even the operation of the true qi internal breath became stagnant.

Xiao Yan's black hair had a layer of frost on her eyebrows, and the thin frost flowers hung on her eyebrows that flew obliquely like Qiuhong.

Her face also turned pale from jade-like crystal, as if she was lacking in qi and blood.

The greenery of the entire cliff wall is trembling, including the greenery buried in the deep snow under the cliff, and countless vitality is returning to the earth.

Canyons, extremely cold, extremely cold.

It was not the cold covered in deep snow, but the murderous aura, the blood qi, the destructive killing intent soaked into the bone marrow.

Xiao Yan's eyes are warm, like a bright spring. The light, the frost flowers turned into mist on her eyebrows, and the knife light of the autumn water knife was bright, and it still carried the warmth of the warm wind blowing in from the sea.

This knife, quenched from the seawater of the Far North Sea, carries the spring of the Great South Sea.

One knife is infinite knife intent.

The realm of martial arts has reached their level, and the battle is no longer a contest of sword moves, but a duel of sword intent, sword intent, and Dao.

Previously, Xiao Yan and Murong Jue had fought four battles.

Since the second exchange, Xiao Yan no longer uses the wordless knife intent, and what she has always used is the word reading knife intent.

Because there is no word sword intent, it is nothingness, it is ruthless. Compared to ruthlessness, can she be compared to Murong Jue, who cultivates the Dao of Ruthlessness?

In Xiao Yan's heart, there is always love.

Can a sentient heart wield a merciless sword? Xiao Yan didn't know, but at least now she couldn't, so since the second battle with Murong Jue, Xiao Yan changed her tactics and only used the sword intent to fight the enemy.

And her sword intent is far from being comparable to when she first learned in the Sword Pavilion; Her knife intent at this time was no longer the sword intent left by her mother on the rock, it had been integrated into her own feelings, thoughts and will.

Her mother's sword intent allowed her to comprehend the profound rules, but she did not inherit her mother's sword intent.

Master Xiao Chi once said, "If you want to go to the highest, you must create your own way." No matter how good someone else's sword intent is, it is also someone else's, even if you learn the peak, you can only be at that peak. ”

Xiao Yan comprehended the master's words.

The sword path left by her mother is powerful and mysterious, if Xiao Yan fully comprehends it, she must be one of the best martial arts powerhouses in the world today - so far she has only comprehended thirty percent, which is why her comprehension is extremely high. But she understands that even if she can fully comprehend it one day, she will only reach the state of her mother at that time. However, the mother has been advancing, and by the time Xiao Yan reached that realm, the mother had gone further. Xiao Yan also wants to go further, stand taller, high enough to stand by her mother's side and bear the wind and frost for her. She loves her mother, and when she accepts her protection with joy, she also hopes that she can grow up to shelter her mother from the wind and rain. However, it is obviously not enough to accept the mother's lineage, as the Master said, she has to create her own way.

Moreover, the mother's sword intent comes from the mother's thoughts and will, Xiao Yan accepts the inheritance of his mother, and will start higher and go faster than others, but that refers to comprehending the rules, not accepting his mother's thoughts. Everyone is independent, and her sword path must have her own thoughts and form her own will, so that she can have no limits and go further in the future.

The reading knife that Xiao Yan comprehended was a sentient knife.

But this sentient being is different from ordinary sentient beings.

It has affection, but it is not intense, not the kind of affection between lovers that is as blazing as fire and running like magma.

Xiao Yan has such a strong affection, when she misses Shen Qingyi, she can feel the fierceness of her heart, the inextricable affection, lingering and gentle.

But such affection can only be given to one person.

And only to one person.

This kind of love, pure and fierce to the extreme, can also make people burst out with earth-shattering power, but no matter how strong it is, it can't resist the destructive power of a world.

Because this kind of love is too narrow to hold up the sky.

Her knife intent is warm, like the warm gaze of a loved one.

But it's not the love of relatives.

This kind of love is only limited to one family.

Even if it becomes the warmth of thousands of lights, it can't resist the collapse of the sky.

Her sword intent is bright, but it is not the broadness of friendship.

No matter how broad the friendship is, it can't support the collapsing sky.

In the refining of her pronunciation and knife intention, she has integrated her fiery love for her lover, her warm love for her relatives, and her heroic love for her friends, but in the end, they were all extinguished one by one and did not become her knife intent.

The affection in her knife is bright and clear, not the fiery or lingering of a lover, not the warmth of a relative, not the righteousness of a friend, but the mountain stream, the clear stream gurgling, the joy of freedom to go down, where it passes, there is greenery, there is vitality.

Her knife has affection, it is a faint affection.

Because it is wide, it is light.

Because of the macro, so Hao.

It's not love for one person, it's not love for a family, it's not love for the world.

Her sword intent carries the love of the earth and the meaning of the rivers, lakes and seas.

There is soil that carries all things, and there is water that moistens all things.

Water and soil give birth to all things.

Her sword intent is the sword intent of all things.

Living, right to death.

Affectionate sword intent, ruthless sword intent.

The sword intent of all things, the sword intent of destruction.

Which's stronger? Weak?

Who's going to win? Lose?

……

On both sides of the canyon, there are thousands of walls, except for a few greenery, large areas are black rocks. Below the canyon is a deep snow-covered gravel ground with weeds and shrubs, hiding itself in the deep snow and waiting for the summer snow to return. Beyond this white ground is a green forest that cannot be covered by deep snow, and there is no edge in sight.

The battle between the two was above the snow-covered sky, and the greenery on the black cliff and the tenacious greenery hidden under the deep snow had already shrunk to withered yellow when the sword intent of the cold blood qi came out.

This canyon is a natural formation, which has been arranged by the temple's formation master with the help of the terrain, and has become a natural barrier formation that does not require any vitality support, if it is not, the cold blood qi will destroy all the greenery in this canyon in an instant.

Murong Jue's killing intent was such a domineering.

However, when the bright and clear sword light flashed, on the black cliff and under the deep snow, the rapidly shrinking withered yellow grew green, and tenaciously persevered, like a candle in the wind, swaying to extinguish, but never extinguished.

The bodies of the two Innate Grandmasters were suspended in the air, their eyes staring at this battle of affectionate sword intent and ruthless sword intent, their eyes overflowing with shock and admiration.

[It's progressing so fast!] Xiao Liang couldn't help but sigh.

[Not bad.] Sa Holin nodded.

The two of them are worried that they are at war, and I am afraid that they will have to show four or five percent of their strength.

These two juniors have not cultivated to the innate level, but the realm has reached the innate early.

It's really the back waves of the Yangtze River pushing the front waves.

The waves of the Far North Sea.

The two former waves sighed together.

Whether it was Murong's sword intent or Xiao Yansheng's sword intent, it made the two of them sigh, "The afterlife is terrifying!" And this exclamation is filled with joy and higher expectations.

The figures of the two were no longer visible, only blood-colored sword light and bright sword light.

Even Xiao Liang and Sa Huolin must use their innate divine sense to capture the trajectory of the two of them.

The battle between the two is a battle between love and ruthlessness, a duel between business and death, it looks like a fateful opponent, but the trajectory of fate has made the two become close partners, I don't know if it is to break fate, or fate is so entangled, I have to sigh the unpredictability of fate, the strangeness of life.

The sword light and the sword light intertwined between the cliffs, like thousands of blood lines and light and shadow, and there was a bright flash in the strong blood qi, and there was a faint and imperceptible warm breath in the cold frost qi...... The two of them couldn't talk to their senses anymore, staring at each other silently, and they were ready to make a move at any time.

The blood light gradually spread between the cliffs, has shrouded the entire cliff valley, the extremely cold murderous aura will freeze the black cliff out of the frost, but it is bright red blood, the pine stuck in the cliff is as yellow as old firewood, and the clematis climbing on the cliff wall has also become a withered thread grass, dead and silent.

However, in the blood light, there is still a glimmer of light, a glimmer of anger, although it is weak, but there is an undying will.

The withered pine and withered grass on the cliff are still in the heart of the tree and the core of the grass, containing a trace of unfading greenery.

Just like the thousand-year-old sandalwood that Xiao Yan saw on the Lingtan Cliff in the holy mountain of Daomen, even if the heart is empty and peeling, even if the torso is open, even if only the thin and bent dry, even if the gall is densely gathered like a sick body, it is also tenacious to live, fighting for life with the sky, with the earth, and with the stone...... This is the will of life, even if heaven and earth want to destroy me, I will never give in, even if heaven and earth want to destroy, I must firmly live my will.

This is a battle between life and death.

It is a contest between the two "Taos".

It is a contest of wills between the two.

It is also a contest of cultivation and strength between the two.

The sword intent and sword intent of the two are the same pure, one is pure to the extreme killing, the other is pure to the extreme life, and anything to the extreme, it will produce great power, the battle between the two naturally burst out with great power, if it were not for the natural formation of this cliff valley relying on the power of heaven and earth and reinforced by the temple, at this time the entire cliff valley and the forest under the cliff valley would be destroyed by the power of the two.

However, the power generated by the purity of the Dao intent of the two is different, Murong Jue's killing sword intent is hard, Xiao Yan's life sword intent is soft, from the perspective of power, it seems that hard is stronger than soft, but this is not absolute, sometimes softness is stronger than hard power, otherwise there is no reason for softness to overcome rigidity.

But in this battle, the blood-colored sword light finally prevailed.

Murong Jue's eyes were like blood, but the blood color was not as violent as when she was in the demon before, but it was cold to the extreme, no matter how fierce the battle was, no matter how injured her internal organs were, there was no trace of emotion, as if it was completely the will of Heaven to kill, which made people extremely cold. Her face was also as white as ice, white to transparent, in extreme contrast with the blood red of her eyes, but it was the same cold, the same cold to the point that there was no trace of emotion.

The blood-colored sword light was as thin as a silk thread, but it was as strong as a cold one, and the blood cut through Xiao Yan's body as solid as a golden stone, and a line of blood overflowed and was frozen by the cold instantly, but the bloody qi penetrated, and the wound was like a cracked gorge, and blood gushed out.

Such a domineering and destructive sword intent, the murderous aura was pure, as clean as snow, and it was also so clean when it cut Xiao Yan's body, without a trace of blood, without a trace of killing.

Xiao Liang and Sa Huolin's eyes were a little shocked: this was pure destruction, without a desire to kill. Hope, yes...... It's almost the pure will of the Heavenly Dao. Heavenly Dao, there is no joy and anger, and of course there is no desire to kill. Hope, there are only cold rules. Is this a complete advance into the Ruthless Dao? No feelings, indifferent as heaven? - But is this the will of the Heavenly Dao, or is it herself?

Xiao Liang and Sa Huolin frowned again.

I saw that the blood-colored sword light suddenly reflected like the illusory light and shadow of the snow light on the ice wall, intertwined with each other, and every two sword qi drew a mysterious arc, and the space at the other end was staggered, and the moment it fused, the sword light was annihilated, and the picture where it was swept was blank, whether it was the hard cliff stone or the dead trees and dead grass covered by the thin frost under the sword qi, it became a blank and disappeared.

Xiao Liang and Sa Huolin took a breath of cold air: This is ...... The power of space?! Advancing to the Ruthless Dao and mastering the power of space?!

Wickedness.

Both of them were born with some tooth pain. Although it is gratifying to see a genius, this genius is too genius, and it also makes the seniors sad.

Murong Jue only felt that countless staggered lines appeared in the starry sky of her Purple Mansion, splitting the space into pieces, and her sword naturally followed these mysterious trajectories, and the space was cut and shattered.

That kind of power is like the will to destroy the universe, bestowed on her sword. The sword falls, the space is shattered, and everyone who is in this space will be destroyed!

When a sword comes out, all things are annihilated.

Two blood-colored sword lights staggered across Xiao Yan's shoulders, and the flesh and blood in that place were silently annihilated, as if they had never existed, only the exposed shoulder bone of Bai Sensen showed that a large piece of flesh and blood was missing there.

Xiao Yan was amazed in her heart, but her mood was still clear and calm, there was no panic and fear, only heartfelt joy, this joy was integrated into her knife intent, and the knife light was brighter and warmer.

Even if everything in the world is annihilated, there will be sentient beings in the world.

Xiao Yan remembered the Extreme North Sea, countless lives were generated in the water, there were huge sharks and whales, tiny fish and shrimp, soft seaweed, no matter how fierce the sea roared, no matter how many cold currents surged under the sea, these huge, tiny, and soft lives existed forever in the water, because the dead lives would have new reproduction.

As long as there is water, life will never stop.

Xiao Yan's knife is as calm as the sea, just like the extreme North Sea, it is an eternal existence.

Heaven and earth are immortal, it is immortal.

It is immortal, and life is immortal.

The sea-like sword light could not be annihilated even if the space was shattered. Water is the mother of all things, this is the rule of the universe, and the destruction of the universe is the same source, and no one can destroy anyone. Life, which can be destroyed; But the rules of life cannot be annihilated.

The bright sword qi rolled up a thousand snow waves, like the waves of the Extreme North Sea, fierce and violent.

The water is soft, but it can also be fierce.

However, Murong Jue's cultivation was ultimately higher than hers, and destruction was always easier than creation—in the same realm, the power of destruction was stronger.

With a strong force, the blood-colored sword light broke through Xiao Yan's knife light and went straight in.

When the realm and the meaning of the Tao are similar, it is the strength that determines the victory.

The strength of this sword directly broke into Xiao Yan's sea of swords, and it was too fast.

From the two congenitally shocked that Murong Jue had mastered the power of space, and once again stunned Xiao Yan to comprehend the realm of the sword like the sea giving birth to all things, to the blood-colored sword penetrating Xiao Yan's sword light with a strong force into her eyebrows, it was just a blink of an eye.

Xiao Liang and Sa Huolin were shocked, but the sword light had already reached Xiao Yan's forehead.