The twilight sky is slanting, and the remnant clouds flow westward.

That ray of sword light went to the East China Sea, cut off half of the dusk in the world, and suddenly returned from the vast sea and sky.

Or maybe the blood brought back from those swords was ignited into bright red clouds, and the place where the sword light wandered, bounded by a certain spring field Qingxi outside the town, was divided into two pictures of the twilight of the north and the south.

Kamigawa stood quietly in the twilight, watching the blade that came out of the night town in white, whose body and mouth were dripping with blood like peach blossoms.

The bloody square inch fell in the night, washing the blood in the clear stream.

"I thought your first sword would test my depth."

Kamigawa's voice remained calm.

Cong Jian stopped on the south side of the Qingxi where Li Erlao died back then, looked down at the meaning of the Dao rhyme mountains and seas on the sword, and said softly: "Who is Li Shanhe, you and I both know very well, he entered the thirteen stacks, so he thought about coming here to pick up the leaks, such a thing, how could I let him succeed?" What's more...."

Cong Blade raised his head and smiled slightly at the Kamigawa, who was dressed in black robes and standing in the twilight of those human worlds.

"This is a matter of the Sword Sect in the world, a matter between you and my senior brothers, and the people who watch his mountains and rivers are not worthy of watching."

Kamigawa didn't pay any more attention to the affairs of a certain mountain and river observer, and calmly looked at the vast night behind Cong Blade, the night moon was light, and the spring stars were all over the sky.

Of course, it's already night.

The twilight of the half day where Kamigawa stands is a false stagnation.

"Do you really want to do that?"

There was some majesty in Kamigawa's voice.

Of course, Blade understood what Kamigawa was talking about.

"I said so, brother."

The blade stretched out his hand towards the clear stream, and after the square inch was washed, it suddenly came, and the white-clothed sword that fell in the night circled around the body.

"In fact, Senior Brother should also be clear. It is impossible for one to look at heaven and earth at the same time. ”

A ray of light swirled around his body and raised his head, quietly looking at the high cliff, there were countless sword intent blockades on the cliff, and there was also a woman in white standing on the edge of the cliff with a sword.

But what he wants to see is not that person, but a woman who died last year, and the story she represents.

"Just like it is impossible for people to step on two rivers at the same time, at the confluence of rivers, people always have to make a choice early, and they must always choose one to be a man and a demon, otherwise they will become crazy, and Gou Qian is a good example."

"Too cowardice will get nothing, too greedy will get nothing."

Cong Blade lowered his head and quietly looked at Kamigawa's right arm under the black robe.

"Senior Brother is already the King of the Thousand Year Ming Sage, so why bother?"

Kamigawa calmly raised his hand and looked at the right hand that was exposed to the twilight and provoked the sword intent of the human world to cling to it.

"Senior brother, if everything is reasonable in the world, then law and morality are useless waste paper."

Cong Blade stood quietly on the bank of the Sea Breeze Stream, and the wound in his heart was still bleeding, like a peach blossom, like a plum blossom, and like a huge cluster of cuckoos.

This sword cultivator, who has been sleeping on the river bridge all the year round, listened to such a sentence from his senior brother, and then laughed, lowered his head, and said softly: "Yes, what the senior brother said is right, so the sword cultivator likes to talk about the truth of the sword, the Taoist likes to talk about the truth of the body, the witch ghost talks about the truth of the gods and ghosts, and the Buddhism talks about the truth of perfection." ”

"It's just that if the sword is broken, the body is mutilated, the gods and ghosts are hidden, and the consummation is broken, there is no reason in the world?"

Kamigawa listened to Cong Blade's rather sarcastic words, and just said lightly: "Therefore, the world should talk about a more harmonious and unified truth, instead of sticking to each other's words and wading into their own streams." For example, at the moment, we can talk about a more simple truth, that is, life and death, if we will die, then the truth is wrong. Only by surviving in the world is it right. So the demon lord died, Gou Qian died, and I was alive and became the co-master of the world. Then I'm right. The emperor of the world, standing on a high place, some people will like to look around, such as Li Asan, some people will like to look overhead, such as Emperor Huai, I have something in common with Ji Wuxu, we are all people who look to a higher place. The world is weak and I am strong, so naturally I will do what the world cannot do, and do what the world cannot do. ”

Cong Jian said slowly: "Since it is about life and death, today I have a sword, and my senior brother does not have a sword......"

Kamigawa said calmly, "Who said I don't have a sword? ”

The banks of the clear streams in the world are extremely silent, but countless sword winds are blowing, as cold as the wind and snow in the wax moon, blowing twilight, and blowing cold nights.

In the midst of those mighty sword winds, the white-clothed sword cultivator in Xinan suddenly turned his head to look at the East China Sea.

The dust of the world.

There are thousands of fine dust in the sea breeze that blows towards the world.

Cong Blade turned his head little by little, and looked at the black-robed man with a grim expression.

"Kamigawa!"

In the twilight, the thousands of motes of dust slowly converged towards Kamigawa's right hand like a stream of starlight.

The emperor, who was accustomed to being calm and indifferent, also lowered his head slightly, looking at the gray sword in his hand that was gradually taking shape, and there was some sadness in his eyes.

If you look closely, there are some peach blossom colors in those grays.

Then the story begins more than a thousand years ago, a man named Gou Qian died by the Nanyi River.

Someone was driven insane, died, and bloomed with the seeds of death.

Someone brought a sword brought back from Huangliang, came to the East China Sea, and came to the Grinding Sword Cliff.

The man's name was Cong Zhongxiao.

The person he has to face is the eighth senior brother of the Grinding Sword Cliff back then, the demon ancestor of the world.

So the two went to the East China Sea for 490,000 miles.

There, Cong Zhongxiao was defeated by the eighth senior brother, so he drew a certain sword and wiped out everything.

"But nothing can be extinguished."

Kamigawa said calmly.

"Everything will only be in the movement of a particle that is missing, releasing energy and becoming another form of existence. This is something that is clearly recorded in the "Supplement to the Human World" by the Taoist saint Li Queyi. ”

The eighth senior brother is the demon ancestor of the world, and the name of the first demon in the world, the demon, as the name of the eighth senior brother, was taken by Tsing Yi back then.

People in the world often only think of the identity of the demon clan of the eighth senior brother of the Sword Grinding Cliff back then.

But they often ignore that this big demon who once sat in the world.

It's a sword.

The sword of a certain generation of cliff masters of Grinding Sword Cliff used to be, and later, it was also used as the sword of the seventh senior brother of Grinding Sword Cliff.

But that's not what makes Cong Blade angry and Kamigawa sad.

The two of them had never seen that Eighth Senior Brother, so naturally they would not be touched by the re-summoning of the Eighth Senior Brother's body.

The point is.

Back then, Cong Zhong laughed and drew his sword, and died with the demon ancestor.

So those human dust that fell into the hands of Kamigawa are not just laughter in another sense.

"Of course I understand what that means."

Kamigawa held the sword in his hand sideways in front of him, stroking every inch of the blade with great tenderness, and whispered.

"This is deception of teachers and annihilation of ancestors, this is great rebellion, and this is the destruction of human nature."

And the next moment, this man in a black emperor robe held a sword and slashed towards heaven and earth.

The square inch in front of Cong Blade suddenly turned into a streamer with sword intent, and stopped the sword that seemed to be slashing towards heaven and earth, but it was slashing towards Cong Blade.

Under a sword, the starlight is shattered, and everything withers.

The twin swords folded backwards.

The sword in the world is fierce.

The human emperor stood in the twilight with his sword in his hand.

"It's just junior brother, the truth we want to talk about today is life and death. Outside of life and death, everything is a trivial matter. ”

Cong Blade raised his head, and in Kamigawa's words that finally became cold, he quietly looked at the peach blossoms that fell into the night in the twilight under the staggered sword light.

"Yes, senior brother, it's a matter of life and death."

This white-clothed sword cultivator's voice was equally cold, and he stretched out his hand, as if he had caught a certain piece of peach blossom, but it seemed that there was nothing.

Maybe there are no peach blossoms, but in the burst of those swords and fires, the brilliant fires that fall into the world.

The figure of the blade seemed to stand still on the bank of the stream for a long time.

And the next moment, the figure that stood in place slowly turned into quicksand and disappeared, leaving only a rather faint trace of a witch ghost.

Between the twilight and the night, there is an invisible peaceful lake.

The white-clothed figure disappeared to the bottom of the black lake, but instantly appeared on the surface of the lake, like a sword breaking through the lake, falling into the orange twilight.

Kamigawa's expression was awe-inspiring, he erected the sword in front of him, and pointed at the hilt of the sword, and then all the way down against the sword body, and countless golden light Dao texts appeared on his fingertips, and on the sword of fine dust, countless Dao texts were instantly imprinted from top to bottom.

The black robe was based on a sword, and in an instant, countless Dao cultures made a three-foot square rune disk, and then it quickly expanded like a disturbed Pinghu ripple.

That sword came suddenly, and landed on the Daowen barrier, and countless black qi on the sword diffused, turning into the water of the River Styx and falling to the world.

And the white-clothed sword cultivator who reappeared was also a scene with clear boundaries.

Half of it is surrounded by thousands of Taoist texts, and the other half is surrounded by the power of witches and ghosts.

There are not many people in the world who practice the four major paths of cultivation at the same time.

Bush Blade is.

The same goes for Kamigawa.

Thousands of spells circulate around the two of them, the Tao is shattered, the power of witches and ghosts is diffused, and the swords in their hands intersect fiercely.

The power that diffused at the intersection of the two was the twilight that Kamigawa left in the human world, all of which were shattered inch by inch, pouring all those sword intents into the human world.

Just like what the divination operator said at the beginning.

to the point of existence in their realm.

The world is indeservible.

Under those shattered twilight, there were countless Qiankun Dao texts circulating extremely quickly, dissolving all the sword intent that fell to the world.

An old Taoist standing in the green mountains of the East China Sea suddenly turned pale, and the mirror in his arms, which was already cracked, flew out on its own, and took the blood that the Taoist spurted out, turned into countless blood-colored Taoist texts, and rose into the sky together.

And on the high cliff of the East China Sea, the sword intent left by the disciples of the generation of Sword Sharpening Cliff back then was also surging in the clouds, and the woman in the white dress stood solemnly against the wind, and a cliff cloud mist was being blown away by those sword winds towards the East China Sea.

The two brothers in the twilight under the cliff were separated at one touch.

The twilight was crippled in an instant.

It's like a picture scroll trying to cover the dusk of the night, and it's like it's being cut to pieces.

The power of the witches and ghosts around the blade body surged, and the sword disappeared in place, and when it reappeared, it was in the twilight sky, circling around the white clothes, holding the sword trick with one hand, and the trick of the underworld with the other.

Ghost magic, instant Styx.

A mighty river Styx came from the top of the mountain, as if it were falling to the world, and thousands of ghost flowers instantly bloomed on the banks of the River Styx, shaking down the black pollen that eroded the souls of the world.

The human emperor stood in the twilight East China Sea under the River Styx with his sword, looking at the vast River Styx that covered the entire human sky, he just raised a hand and said calmly: "The way of witches and ghosts, I am far stronger than you, junior brother." ”

Cong Jian is a Huai'an person, and Shenhe is a Huangliang person, and when it comes to witchcraft and ghost arts, it is naturally Kamigawa who is even better.

So in Kamigawa's hand, it's also a magic trick.

The Styx, which was in the midst of the vastness and was returning to the human world, was surrounded by countless Styx ghost flowers that drove from the human world to the heavenly dome, forcibly stopping the momentum of coming.

And in front of the sword around the body of this human emperor, a sword intent poured out from the sea of gods, and submerged into the sword of dust in front of him, and countless shadows of sword light appeared around his body, and like a vast stream, he went towards the river Styx that stood above the heavenly dome.

Cong Blade's expression changed, and the witch marks under his feet flickered, but the whole person disappeared into the river Styx.

And at the next moment when Cong Blade left, those sword light streams crashed towards the sky, and the shocking vast Styx and this Styx world were directly cut off by a sword, turning into black flying embers and falling towards the world.

The figure of Cong Blade appeared on the field by the stream, and his heart was still dripping with blood, but this white-clothed sword cultivator didn't care, just calmly looked at the Shenhe standing under the stream and mountain in the distance, and said softly: "Yes." ”

At the beginning of the story, Cong Blade is a sword cultivator, while Kamigawa is a witch cultivator.

All the changes in fate, many years ago, the man in black appeared at the door of the Human Sword Sect, and then worshiped under the Congzhong Laughing Sect.

So the handle in his hand was loosened.

If witchcraft doesn't work.

That's where the Tao comes in.

Cong Blade is a sword cultivation, and today's Sword Sect comes from the Grinding Sword Cliff, and the Grinding Sword Cliff comes from the Hangu Temple, so the sword cultivation can naturally also be a Taoist cultivation.

Fang Cun was in the twilight world, with the sharpness of chopping everything, shooting towards the black-robed emperor, and Cong Blade was in front of his palm, changing from palm to trick.

So the wind and rain in all directions fell into the twilight.

Cong Jian naturally admired Bai Fengyu as a junior back then.

And the intent of separation in the curtain of wind and rain is not a variant of sword intent.

It may rain in the sky, or it may rain with a sword.

So Cong Blade learned the Taoist technique of that junior Taoist in a humble manner.

The wind and rain shrouded the whole world, the rain curtain was like a curtain, and the rain was like a sword.

Kamigawa stood calmly in the midst of those wind and rain sword intents, a body of sword intent poured out, fell on the sword, and a sword slashed down the world, not knowing where to go, and on the twilight of the clear stream in the world, there were pieces of peach blossoms coming, and then a huge peach tree that covered the sky and the sun appeared behind this black-robed emperor.

The wind and rain in all directions hang down the world.

However, on the peach blossom side of the creek bridge in the world.

Wind and rain are not allowed.

It's just such a scene, but it makes the white-clothed sword cultivator who was standing on the other side of the wind and rain suddenly have cold eyes.

"Kamigawa!"

Kamigawa just said calmly.

"It's a matter of life and death."

Such a short four words are the answer to everything.

It's just that for that white-clothed sword cultivator, it seems like a lot of irony.

So he crossed the wind and rain with his sword, turned into sword light, and instantly appeared in front of Kamigawa, under a sword, those peach blossom wind and rain were all cut open, and it was the black-robed emperor, who did not raise his sword to meet him, but also turned into sword light and disappeared in that place.

When the two reappeared, they were no longer under the cliffs of the East China Sea, but appeared in a continuous river and green mountains.

There are countless sword sects in the mountains, but there are no human figures at this time.

This is the territory of the former East China Sea Sword Sect.

However, long before the story begins, they have already left the East China Sea.

That sword followed, and those big rivers and green mountains of the entire East China Sea Sword Sect were cut open by a single sword, turning into a long and deep canyon.

Kamigawa, who had always looked calm, finally showed a hint of anger, stopped suddenly, and slashed over with a sword.

Slashed the sword cultivator who was chasing all the way backwards.

"Are you crazy?"

Kamigawa's angry voice fell into the twilight.

Cong Blade stabilized his body on the heavenly dome, raised his hand to wipe the blood from the corner of his lips, and said with a cold expression: "Senior brother, this is a matter of life and death. ”

Before Cong Blade's words fell, the sword intent had been condensed again on the square inch in his hand, and the vast heaven and earth vitality was converging towards the location of the white-clothed sword cultivator.

The next moment, Cong Blade's figure disappeared in place.

Kamigawa's expression was filled with anger, and he also met it with a sword.

Between heaven and earth, thousands of sword intents were sprinkled, and the twilight was shattered, but it brought another more magnificent color, and those Qiankun Daowen that shrouded the entire East China Sea were overwhelmed at this moment, and they suddenly shattered inch by inch.

Standing on the East China Sea in the distance, the old Taoist spat out a mouthful of blood with a paper-colored face, sat down, and sighed lightly.

Then he looked at the little Taoist boy on the side.

Wang Xiaohua suddenly saw an extremely bright white mang.

Then the next moment, everything between heaven and earth came to a standstill, and a vast phantom of gods and ghosts appeared above the heavenly dome.

The brilliant sword intent that fell to the world finally stopped.

However, even so, Wang Xiaohua also snorted, the corners of her lips also had some blood, but there were faint sword marks on the black lines in her eyes.

Although those sword marks were extremely faint, they were sword marks that had fallen on the Illusory Shadow of the Great Priest.

And the phantom shadow above the sky dome was also a little weaker.

This little Taoist boy suddenly understood what it meant when the white-haired woman in orange clothes came to see her, and said that there was still a sword in the world.

Wang Xiaohua looked at the East China Sea in a daze, which had been lost for a long time, but seemed to have changed its appearance.

The old Taoist looked at the little Taoist boy with a lot of guilt, and raised his hand to touch the top of her head with two pigtails.

"If we stop the world with another sword, we won't care about these things."

Xiao Daotong was silent for a while, sat down with a resolute expression, and said softly, "Okay." ”

This little Taoist boy who has been blindfolded for a long time naturally knows what is happening in the world now.

One more sword.

There are too many, and she can't stop it.

Even the soul of the Great Priest was in her eyes.

But after all, she is not the ghost and god who dominated the life and death of the world back then.