It was nightfall, and the dense woods could not hide the watery moonlight.

The four figures are killed together, crisscrossing and crisscrossing, you come and go, the sword light and sword shadow roar, and the sound of blade collision sounded from time to time, sonorous, making people's scalp tingle.

"Dangdang!"

Lu Nianchou was boiling, and his heart became more and more thorough about the understanding of swordsmanship, and he was even able to think of some mysteries that he had never thought of before.

"When the sword technique and swordsmanship reach the superior realm, it must be in line with the truth between heaven and earth, so the predecessors and sages looked at the world and realized the Tao, so they had all kinds of magic skills."

"Yang Guo's martial arts are better than the Golden Wheel Dharma King, and he also relies on his self-created ecstasy palm."

"Whether it is the truth between heaven and earth, or the seven emotions and six desires, they can make their martial arts to the next level."

A thought suddenly flashed through him, and he whispered, "Could it be that this is the so-called Heavenly Dao and humanity?" The realm of heaven and man is related to these two paths? ”

With this thought, Lu Nianchou has a new understanding and insight into many mysteries of his own martial arts.

The sword light suddenly crossed the sky like the sun, and the sword light suddenly became like a demon's claw, yin and yang changed, and the power increased greatly.

The white-clothed lama and the glamorous young woman were caught off guard, and were killed by Lu Nianchou with a sword and a sword, and they only had the ability to parry, and they had no power to fight back.

Seeing this, the previously injured Mongolian military generals swung their meteor hammers and joined the battle circle.

Lu Nianchou let out a long roar, surging with pride, and swept the three of them into the sword light and sword shadow, the rabbit rose and fell, opening and closing vertically and horizontally, and the sword technique and the sword technique were seamlessly blended.

The meaning is handy, and it is incisive.

It is indeed a rare opportunity to have such a master try the knife.

The battle was hearty, and Lu Nianchou had a deeper understanding of the mystery of yin and yang sword killing.

"The mystery of the Nine Yang True Scripture and the mystery of the Nine Yin True Scripture can be integrated into the sword, which is the way of the Heavenly Dao."

"But the nine yin and nine yang are all the paths of the predecessors, and it is difficult for me to completely fit, no wonder those predecessors, no matter what kind of magic skills they get, they will eventually embark on the road of creating their own martial arts."

"The path of the Heavenly Dao is ethereal, and those Dao and Reason need to be slowly comprehended and polished, not a day's work."

"But the road of humanity, seven emotions and six desires, I can simply try."

He glanced at the bright moon in the sky, and suddenly thought of Li Mochou, and suddenly had an indescribable tenderness in his heart.

Even the long knife in his hand seemed to be three points gentle, but even this gentle sword light was three points faster and more powerful than before.

The Mongolian military general was already injured, and when he was caught off guard, the long knife fell, and with a "bang", he actually cut off three fingers of his right hand.

This person screamed in pain, the meteor hammer suddenly fell to the ground, Lu Nianchou's sword light flew by, and he flew up with a kick, hitting the opponent's lower abdomen, kicking the person away.

Press the knife and split, set up the vajra smashed from the back, and the body stagnated slightly.

The beautiful young woman seized the opportunity, and a long sword in her hand suddenly appeared in the sky, covering him.

The white-clothed lama also shouted angrily, and the vajra smashed down again.

These three people are all masters at the level of tantric elders, who live in seclusion on weekdays, and are guests of the high-level of the Mongol Empire, and only appear when they slaughter cities and destroy the country and encounter difficult masters.

At this time, the full force exploded, the power was stronger by three points, the vajra roared, and the sword blade was cold, forcing Lu Nianchou into danger almost in an instant.

However, at this time, Lu Nianchou thought of Li Mochou's figure in his heart, turning a blind eye to the attack that came from the attack, the moonlight was reflected on the sword, and there was an indescribable longing and sadness in his heart.

This trip to Jiangnan left behind Master Mochou, and he had an inseparable bond with Cheng Ying.

"Master Mochou, are you okay now?"

Seeing that the blade was about to hit his body, the swords in his hands intertwined, and then danced like a whirlwind, bursting with lightning and sparks with the enemy's weapons.

At this time, he has a mastery of divine skills, and his foundation is deeper than that of most innate powerhouses, and as soon as he thinks through it, his sword technique and swordsmanship have changed.

Bang dang! Bang dang! Bang dang!

One sword after another, faster and faster, colder and colder, and even filled with a shadowless and invisible sadness, even making people want to cry.

Lu Nian's eyes were gloomy, but his sword skills became more and more powerful, and his sword light was even more cold, his strength became stronger and stronger, but his mind became more and more disturbed, and with a loud shout, people followed the knife and broke directly into the enemy's sword net.

A series of sword strikes sounded like a rainstorm hitting a plantain, and the beautiful young woman raised her hand lightly, and danced the long sword into a sword flower, like a starlight exploding, revealing its edge.

Lu Nianchou fought fast, and his body swept over the sword shadow like a white horse passing through a gap, and directly crashed into the woman's arms.

The glamorous young woman couldn't have imagined that he was so subtle. Shockedly, he operated the Esoteric Flying Heavenly Magic Method, and his body retreated as quickly as a flying fairy.

It's a pity that there is still time!

The white-clothed lama shouted that it was not good, and when he lifted his true power, the vajra beckoned to Lu Nianchou's back.

Lu Nianchou's figure flashed, the long sword turned into an arc, and his body reached the back of the enemy, allowing him to block in front of him.

Seeing this, the white-clothed lama had to withdraw his hand.

But at this time, the beautiful woman froze in place, and a streak of blood appeared on her white neck, and then she fell to the ground with a pop.

The white-clothed lama was stunned, and saw that Lu Nianchou had no joy on his face, but just sighed, turned around, pointed diagonally at a knife and a sword, and said, "Great monk, it's your turn next!" ”

"Borrow your life to verify it, the move I just comprehended, if you can stop it, I will spare your life."

The white-clothed lama suddenly sweated on his forehead, felt an incomparably heavy pressure, and the green tendons of his hand holding the vajra were exposed.

Lu Nianchou no longer paid attention to him, the swords in his hands were staggered, and unprecedented tenderness appeared on his face, as if all his thoughts and affection fell on that pair of swords with his eyes.

"The moon is born on the sea, and the end of the world is at this time."

"The lover complains about the night, but he is lovesick at night."

His voice spread in the night wind, accompanied by the rustling of leaves and the cool moonlight.

"My knife is called the Bright Moon Knife;"

"My sword is called the Acacia Sword;"

From the bright blade, he seemed to see Li Mochou's cold face, and on the cold blade, he saw Cheng Ying standing in front of the window and looking at the shadow.

Thinking of this, I couldn't help but let out a faint sigh, "May my long knife be like the moon and cut off the end of the world; The sword light is like tears, and it is lovesick from afar. ”

The words fell, and the sword hummed, tearing the sky in an instant.

At this moment, even Mrs. Miaoyu and the red-clothed lama, who were fighting on the side, changed their faces greatly, withdrew and looked at the middle of the field.

"Be careful!"

The red-clothed lama was a bystander, and he could see at a glance that his companion had not yet made a move, and his mind was already frightened by Lu Nianchou, and when the sword fell, there would inevitably be death or life.

But it's too late!

At the moment when the sword was raised, Lu Nianchou's figure seemed to shrink into inches, and he stepped across the world in one step.

The long knife is like the moon, tearing through the end of the world, piercing the night in an instant, almost to the extreme, and gentle to the extreme;

The sword light is like tears, lingering, delicate and long, inseparable, like a lover's tears, falling like a rain curtain, endless parting hatred, endless thoughts.

This sword and sword crisscrossed each other, and even the moonlight in the sky seemed dim at this moment; Even this boundless night was sad for the sword light.

The white-clothed lama only felt a bright moon rising in front of him, as if he saw the back of a woman crying at the moon, and in a trance, the sword light had already reached his body.

Only then did he react, let out a hysterical shout, and danced wildly at the King Kong in his hand.

However, the bright moon knife that tore through the sky disappeared without a trace in an instant;

The delicate and lingering acacia sword is like a firework exploding, and after the splendor, it will leave the silence of the night, and it will be put away.

"Boom!"

A pair of swords returned to the sheath, Lu Nianchou turned his back to the enemy, and slowly walked towards the distance, but his figure looked a little lonely, and he did not have half of the joy and pleasure after killing the enemy.

He looked at the bright moon in the sky, it was the fifteenth day of August, and the moonlight was as clear as water, which made people feel gentle in their hearts.

He couldn't help but think of Li Mochou and the woman who was as gentle as water.

Since ancient times, men have been so lucky, I just hope that I can live up to them in the future.

"Master, I miss you!"

"What are you doing now?"

A gust of night wind blew, and the leaves between the trees shook, which inexplicably made people feel a little depressed.

When the red-clothed lama saw this sword, he flew back, and without saying a word, he left.

Mrs. Miaoyu's red lips moved slightly, and the sword and sword seemed to still appear in the pupils, which was unforgettable.

"What a gentle sword, what a lingering sword!"

There is no doubt that Lu Nianchou's sword technique has reached the level of a master craftsman, although it is not a complete sword master, but with this move alone, it is enough to challenge the five masters.

If one day you can raise a complete set of sword techniques to this realm, it will be the level of the world's five uniques.

Under heaven and man, it is enough to be honored!

"It won't be long before he will be another martial arts myth!"

And Li Mochou, who rode an old ox dozens of miles away here, felt a burst of sadness in his heart for some reason, looked up at the bright moon in the sky, and the shadow of the young man appeared in his mind.

Maybe it's because the night is too quiet, or maybe it's because it's empty and empty, and she has a strong longing in her heart, and it's hard to let go.

"Sorrow, you know? I miss you! ”

Thousands of miles away in Lujiazhuang, Jiaxing, there is also a woman in Tsing Yi who is opening the window and looking at the bright moon in the sky.

On her pretty face, which was as white as jade, there was an indescribable loneliness, thinking of the young man who had a marriage contract with her.

"People have joys and sorrows, and the moon is cloudy and sunny."

"This matter is difficult to complete, but I hope that people will last a long time, and they will be together for thousands of miles!"

was obviously comforting himself, but at this time, he couldn't help but shed a tear.

"Lu Lang, are you okay now?"

I wish you all a happy Mid-Autumn Festival, and lovers will eventually become married!

(End of chapter)