The afterglow of the setting sun slanted into the wooden window that had opened a small gap, drawing an orange-red streak of light on the slightly old floor. Xun Ming in the house quietly watched the constantly sloping light band leaning against the wall little by little, becoming gradually weaker, listening to the street outside the window gradually losing its noise, as if the people who went out were returning home with the setting sun, enjoying the company of their families.

When the sunset seemed to return to the light and lost its last heat, the sky was completely darkened, but the night seemed to be still slacking off, and only a small piece of blue-purple skirt was exposed in the corner of the eastern sky.

A sharp crescent moon has risen unconsciously, as if waiting for the night to come.

Taking a deep breath and pulling himself out of that soft state of distraction, Xun Ming rubbed his cheeks, and then sat up cross-legged from the bed.

With a flick of his fingertips, four snow-white sword shadows appeared in the four corners of the room, invisible ripples rippled silently, and a layer of invisible film escaped from the four flying swords, forming an enchantment, isolating a small world in the room.

After the enchantment was formed, Xun Ming gently closed his eyes, immersed himself in the rhythm of his breathing, and after two breaths, his breathing became extremely stable and entered the meditation.

Silver points of light formed from his body, surrounded, and finally merged into his body, and one by one silver points of light appeared and disappeared, disappeared and reappeared, reflecting a faint silver-white glow on the isolated world, like a moonlight.

When a crescent moon rose to the top of the night curtain, the white-clothed ranger's eyes slowly opened, and after swallowing a few breaths and calming down the spiritual power running in his body, he swiped the sword in his right hand, and the silver-white "Mid-Autumn Festival" flying sword appeared in the middle of the room with the tip of the sword pointing downward.

Then he twisted his left hand again, and the silvery-white streamer liquid quickly climbed up his arm, condensing into a richly carved silver half-body armor on his body.

After making the corresponding preparations simply, Xun Ming fell straight back on the still soft bed and lay down with his clothes.

But I don't know if it's because of the uncertainty of his mind or because he hasn't really fallen asleep for too long, he lay in that bed for a long time before he fell asleep as he wished.

In his sleep, what awaited him was the scene that had played out countless times before his eyes.

The snow-white dress stained red by blood, the pale skin that lost its vitality quickly, the moving ice eyes that lost their light little by little, the cold touch from the palm of his hand was so real, and the noisy sound of those demon beasts sounding in his ears seemed to be separated by a thin film, and only a faint "zizi" sound was left in his ears.

In a blank brain, rage, grief, and remorse seemed to be intertwined into a raging scarlet flame, which burst from his heart and quickly spread to every corner of his body, as if it was about to burn his whole person into a pool of twisted ashes!

"Don't go!"

Like a child who had just woken up from a nightmare, Xun Ming screamed and suddenly stood up, a pair of dark eyes widened, and bundles of tears flowed down like a beaded curtain with broken threads, and at the same time cold sweat all over his forehead and sideburns.

In the sound of heavy breathing, Xun Ming, who came back to his senses after a while, subconsciously wiped his face, and then pressed his heart, where a heart was still beating rapidly, pumping a cone of pain to every corner of the body.

Xun Ming, who had finally calmed down his breath a little, fell on his back on the bed, and the "Crescent Moon Cloud Armor" also returned into a silver liquid under his control, flowing down his body to his left hand, and after recondensing into a silver-white metal ball, he put it into the storage ring.

As for the "Mid-Autumn Festival" flying sword, it was still floating quietly in the middle of the room, as if as long as there was any wind and grass, it would turn into a silver-white streamer and shoot out.

After falling, Xun Ming, who had his forearm crossed in front of him, paused slightly for a while, and then muttered in a low voice:

"That's it again......"

While trying his best to calm down the pain that had turned from sentimentality, Xun Ming, who recalled the dream picture, faintly had an illusion, and felt that the ice blue eyes seemed to be a little more vivid than before.

His mind was like a string that had been plucked, playing chaotically, Xun Ming let out a long sigh of relief and then put away the five flying swords, retreated to the room, and walked out of the inn.

A crescent moon like a fang-like crescent moon has gradually set again, and the night, unconsciously, consciousness has come to the second half.

A few distant sounds came from the end of the street, and the night was even more silent.

On both sides of the street, the storefronts were sealed with wooden planks, and the scene of the store was invisible, and under the cold moonlight, the whole street was empty, except for the seemingly non-existent breeze and a white-clothed ranger wandering together.

As soon as his mind moved, a silver-white sword light flashed to the side of the white-clothed ranger, and began to swim around him like a silver fish. Looking at the silver-white flying sword that seemed to be leaping, the white-clothed ranger "poofed", and then began to laugh in the middle of the night when no one was around, but there was no trace of laughter in that laughter.

It was like a white-clothed boy in the mortal world who was shopping and slowly came to the city gate, at this time, the east side of the sky had unconsciously brought a touch of fish belly white, and the misty morning light swayed from the fish belly white to the city.

Xun Ming, who walked out of the city gate almost without any hindrance, did not look at the two city guards who were burping and rosacea red like steamed monkey butts, but after walking a short distance, the wind suddenly caught under his feet and galloped towards the south.

That sense of call was like a glass of poisonous wine, which made him completely let go of everything else, and only thought about flying to Nanguan immediately, and then fighting those damn demon beasts outside the sea and sky pass!

The sound of breathing gradually became heavy and peaceful, forcibly suppressing the stinging sensation from his heart, he felt as if a fierce beast was waking up in his heart, and an irritable desire to kill was like a fire, burning his lungs extremely hot.

Xun Ming, who was suddenly a little surprised by his abnormality, stopped, and subconsciously used his mental method to try to calm his restless mind.

At this moment, a loud sound of trees falling in the mountains and forests in the distance was heard, and black or pale birds rose into the air with their names scattered, startling the chaotic flapping of their wings.

Xun Ming, who was contemplating a full moon gradually decreasing in his mind, moved his heart, and looked straight in the direction of the birds scattered through the lush trees.

A faint fishy smell entered Xun Ming's nose under the influence of the smell of grass leaves, like a little spark, completely igniting the tyrannical impulse that was suppressed by Xun Ming.

The eyes of the white-clothed ranger, who had only slowed down for a long time, were instantly invaded by fanaticism, and in an instant, his figure disappeared in place.

A silvery-white arc swept through countless trees in an instant, and after an instant, an extremely dazzling silver-white glow erupted from the extremely subtle arc, like a new moon falling from the sky on the first day of the new year, descending on the world.

Eye Moon Sword Technique, Crescent Moon!