Suddenly it started to rain in the sky.

The yellow sand was wet by the rain and fell to the ground, and it could no longer be raised high, and the originally hot air became cooler, even cold.

A soft sigh suddenly sounded in the air.

"Is that sword-wielding kid dead......?

Su Wen didn't hear this voice, because at this time he had entered a very mysterious state, and even turned a deaf ear to the dripping sound of falling rain.

In the dark, he felt the endless flow of the river, and also experienced the perseverance of the desert river, he saw the Fang Lanting on the side of the Canglan Mountain, and finally immersed himself in an indescribable loneliness, unable to extricate himself.

When the Demon Lord Tu Sheng decided to leave this world a hundred years ago, he left a notebook in which he wrote: I am lonely.

One hundred and ten years later, when the Lesheng Li Guinian, the Sword Saint Duanyue, the Book Saint Wang Xizhi, and the Word Saint Su Shi fell one after another, only Haoma was left among those people back then.

He became the one who was even more lonely than Tu Sheng.

However, perhaps only a few people know that, compared to them, in the past 100 years of human history, only one person is the loneliest.

Broken Yue.

He is the greatest Sword Saint of this era, and the only true Saint in the martial arts world.

But because of this, he became the loneliest person in the world.

During the holy war a hundred years ago, for the sake of the righteousness of the human race, Duan Yue abandoned his kindness with Tu Sheng for many years, and gave up his friendship with the generals of the demon capital. With the three-foot long sword in his hand, the white robe was stained with blood. He even killed one of his old friends with his own hands, the Demon General Flowers.

After the Holy War. In the face of the mutual tilting of the two ways of literature and martial arts, Duan Yue became a banner of the martial arts country for the dignity of the warriors, and became the sharpest sword against the world of literature and Taoism, so he gradually drifted away from old friends such as Wang Xizhi, Li Guinian, and Su Shi.

The name of the sword in his hand is Lethe, and on the sword of Lethe, there is a pair of eyes engraved, which means to protect the world.

So he held a long sword in his hand and guarded this world for a full hundred and eight years.

While he was still alive. The Yan soldiers did not dare to invade the guards, Tianlan did not dare to be dominant, the Canglan Emperor did not dare to be ambitious, and the high priest did not dare to reappear in the world.

It wasn't until twenty-six years ago, on the top of Beigu Mountain, that he held a waste sword in his hand, and looked at the complacent enemies in front of him, and he finally knew that the original world was. There is no need for him to protect it anymore.

In this life, especially in the hundred years after the Holy War, Duan Yue had no love, no friends, no disciples, no relatives, and only a little sword boy by his side who led his horse.

For the sake of peace in the world. He was willing to enjoy a hundred years of solitude, but until the end, he didn't have time to pass on his swordsmanship. died of betrayal and centrifugation, and achieved the famous Beigushan Bloody Case.

This life. He is more lonely than Tu Sheng, and more lonely than Haoma. When he fell, there was not even a person around him who could be trusted, and even the little sword boy who led the horse for him didn't know where he went.

Because before that, he had already handed over Lethe River to an old friend, and hid the fragments of the sacred book in the secret realm of the Great River.

And now, Su Wen came to the secret realm of the Great River and included the divine book in the Yellow Crane Tower, so he also felt the loneliness of that hundred years, as well as a very powerful set of swordsmanship.

This set of swords was given to Duan Yue by Tu Sheng Hu Xuan, but he never thought that he would take it seriously.

In the dark, the name of this set of swords also reflects Duan Yue's life.

Not his most famous Great River Sword.

It is a more terrifying, more powerful, and more lonely set of swordsmanship than the Great River Sword.

The name is: Dugu Nine Swords.

......

The rain slowly stopped, the sun sprinkled back into the world, bringing bursts of warmth, and the grains of sand began to glow with golden light, beautiful, if Su Wen opened his eyes at this time, he might be able to see that not far away, there was a real and illusory Canglan Mountain, which could be fake.

Then, the scorching sun gradually set, the night fell, and suddenly stirred up a burst of coldness in the wind and sand, the silver moon was on the head, like a sharp hook hanging upside down, the sky was full of stars, like lotus leaves and dew.

The spring breeze came and went, the autumn was warm and cold, and time passed endlessly, but the humanoid sand dune where Su Wen was located seemed to have been dried into stone carvings, and the loneliness of the years could only be written with sand marks.

Day after day.

Year after year.

The sun rises and sets, the moonlight is bright and dark, and the only thing that remains unchanged is the wind and sand in the sky, and Su Wen who meditates in the meantime.

The three calamities of karma have been buried deep in the sand, and the sharp fire lotus can no longer be seen, and the yellow crane tower has also fallen from the sky, falling crookedly in the sand, it looks like a beautiful sand sculpture, but as long as the wind blows, it will turn into powder.

Su Wen's chest no longer rose and fell, and his breathing had long since stopped, and the only evidence that could prove that he was still alive was the silver bracelet on his wrist.

It has never stopped scorching, and it has never converged on the silver glow.

As time passed, suddenly one day, a trickle came from afar in front of Su Wen, which seemed to bring the most terrible enemy to the yellow sand, and thirty miles away, a river dozens of miles wide followed, dull but persevering.

And in the depths of the sand layer less than three feet behind Su Wen, a weed suddenly emerged, which seemed to be very inconspicuous, but it stood tall under the strong wind and yellow sand, like a vanguard in the siege of the city, proudly holding its head high.

Farther away, a forest of vibrant greenery rises up, and in the meantime, there is a river rushing and surging so loudly that it will not be long before the entire desert is crossed.

However, the world is changing and renewing much longer and slower than people think.

I don't know how long it has been, maybe 10 years, 20 years, maybe 50 years, maybe 100 years.

Finally, at a certain point in time, the two rivers reunited and soaked into the humanoid sand sculpture, bringing with them the will to live.

A gorgeous fire lotus flower suddenly broke through the ground, but the supreme karmic fire did not transpirate the precious water, but honestly returned to Su Wen's waist, ready to go.

A purple-gold holy pagoda was erected again, and slowly rose into the air, and only then did the brilliance shine softly, reflecting on the solid earth and sand, warm and bright.

A silver treasure light suddenly rose into the sky, and the holy sky and the bright moon reflected each other, and the boundless loneliness had a powerful resonance with this world, and after a hundred years, the moon could be drunk alone.

Immediately after, the sand and dust covering Su Wen's body fell apart in an instant, completely turning into nothingness, as if it had never appeared.

Then, Su Wen opened his eyes.

ps: Thank you for the 100 reward of "*ink fake*", thank you for the 100 reward of "Five Pieces of Love in Nine Cylinders", and thank you readers and friends for never giving up, because of you, so Mo Yu has never been lonely. (To be continued......) R1292