The breeze blows gently, the warm sunlight spills on the earth, the grass spits out tender green shoots, and the faint fragrance of flowers fills the air.

Yanshan and Mengtian walk in nature, not in a hurry or slow. They knew in their hearts that they could encounter the Sword God Zhuo Bu at any time, and this battle was inevitable, so they had to be in the best shape at all times.

Two days later, thirty miles south of Tangzhou City, Liu Ji, at the junction of Jin and Southern Song Dynasty, Xiangyang Mansion was already in sight.

In the afterglow of the setting sun, a white-clothed swordsman stood quietly. He was serene, indifferent, and spotlessly clean. The clouds have no intention of going out, and the birds are tired of flying and know how to return, everything is so natural. You wouldn't be able to detect his presence unless you were looking at him. He held a sword in his hand, simple and unpretentious, the sword was like a person, but also with a touch of sadness and sadness.

Yan Shan and Meng Tian quietly looked at the white-clothed swordsman, and the white-clothed swordsman quietly looked at the sunset, just like that, silent, quiet and indifferent.

After a long time, the white-clothed swordsman slowly turned his head and said indifferently, "You are still here." ”

Yan Shan said softly: "You have to come." ”

The white-clothed swordsman casually asked, "Is it really so absolute?"

Yan Shan Zhengse said: "There is no choice. ”

The white-clothed swordsman smiled slightly, noncommittal, and asked, "Do you know the consequences of this trip?"

Yan Shan sighed lightly and said slowly: "A bloody battle is inevitable, many people will die, maybe I will be among them." ”

The white-clothed swordsman bowed his head slightly and chuckled, "You are very honest. What if you don't go?"

Yan Shan said: "A mother and daughter will be in danger because of me. ”

The white-clothed swordsman said, "How do the two compare?"

Yan Shan said: "If you talk about the benefits and disadvantages, you can't do this trip." If you want to distinguish between right and wrong, you have to go. ”

The white-clothed swordsman asked, "Is there really a right or wrong for you?"

Yan Shan was silent. After a while, he said: "It is indeed extreme to prove the Tao by killing, but I firmly believe that this path is right." ”

The white-clothed swordsman chuckled and said, "Is it really worth it to take the lives of hundreds of innocent people for the fate of a mother and daughter?"

Yan Shan Zhengse said: "Some things are not worth it, it just depends on whether you are willing or not." The remnant sword has been a disaster for a long time, and the Green Willow Villa harbors a bad heart, even if there is no me, someone will make a move sooner or later. ”

The white-clothed swordsman said lightly: "One more thing, they are all your mortal enemies. ”

Yan Shan said calmly: "I do have selfish intentions. However, I want to do big things, not heroes. ”

The white-clothed swordsman realized something, and smiled lightly: "You are indeed very similar, maybe it is really me who is wrong." However, I have made a choice and will not turn back, and this battle is inevitable. ”

Yan Shan's heart moved, and he hurriedly asked, "Who is the Sword God Senior referring to?"

The white-clothed swordsman shook his head slightly, and said with a wry smile: "Don't say." ”

Yan Shan thought for a moment, and then said in a deep voice: "Then let's fight!" As he spoke, Meng Tian had already put the rusty long sword in his hand.

The white-clothed swordsman bowed slightly. In the blink of an eye, the long sword was unsheathed, unpretentious and without traces, and the dull sword body bloomed with a strange brilliance.

Yan Shan smiled indifferently, grasped the rusty long sword, and stabbed out with a sword, as fast as the wind, as fast as a ghost.

The white-clothed swordsman smiled indifferently and swung his sword to meet it, but his seemingly slow movements did not leave a trace.

The bodies were staggered, and the rusty long sword and the dim sword body that bloomed with strange brilliance kept colliding, and sparks suddenly bloomed, as bright as stars.

Yan Shan constantly changed his body shape along the strange trajectory, and each sword stabbed out, the angle was tricky, and it was impossible to prevent it.

The white-clothed swordsman is as steady as Mount Tai, responding to all changes with the same attitude, the last to come first, and the dim sword body can always block the rusty long sword in an incredible position.

Unconsciously, Yan Shan's expression became cold, his eyes were empty, his body continued to exude a strong murderous aura, and a terrifying killing intent was born in his heart. This terrifying killing intent spread in all directions, straight into the depths of the white-clothed swordsman's heart.

The white-clothed swordsman smiled indifferently, his eyes became dim, just like the dim sword body, not happy with things, not sad with himself, and transcendent from things. Suddenly, a mist obscured the sun, the heavens and the earth were gloomy, the plants and trees were sad, and the wind and clouds changed color.

Yan Shan's heart trembled slightly, and an inexplicable sadness welled up in his heart.

With a sound of "dang", the two swords clashed. Yan Shan took a few steps back to stabilize his figure, and a trace of blood overflowed from the corner of his mouth. The white-clothed swordsman was indifferent and did not move.

Yan Shan smiled sadly, raising his internal strength to the peak, and the true qi in his body was surging like a river. Suddenly, the rusty long sword body was surrounded by a rich blood-colored sword aura, which was eerie and terrifying, and the momentum was terrifying.

The white-clothed swordsman looked calm, and a hint of excitement appeared in his dim gaze. He secretly used his true strength, and the dim sword body suddenly bloomed with wisps of soft light.

Yan Shan swung out a sword, like thunder, as if it had the power to crack the stone and open the mountain.

The white-clothed swordsman looked calm and swung his sword to meet him.

The rusty long sword and the dim sword body struck each other, and the blood-colored sword qi and the soft light collided with each other, stirring up a circle of ripples and dispersing in all directions, and the grass and trees were broken everywhere they passed.

Yan Shan retreated with one blow, and shot again, as fast as a ghost.

The white-clothed swordsman calmly coped with it and was at ease.

A white figure was as steady as Mount Tai, and a cyan figure was as fast as a swimming dragon, and the blood-colored sword qi and soft light crisscrossed it.

Yanshan went all out, but it was like a grasshopper shaking a tree, and he didn't make an inch. Before I knew it, the sweat was already soaking through the placket of my clothes.

The white-clothed swordsman was neither sad nor happy, and his expression was as usual.

Suddenly, Yan Shan swept back a few feet, breathed a little, and then said in a deep voice: "Why did the predecessors show mercy under the sword?"

The white-clothed swordsman said indifferently: "Otherwise?"

Yan Shan Zhengse said: "If I have the opportunity, I will definitely take the life of my predecessors." ”

The white-clothed swordsman said, "But I won't." ”

Yan Shan asked, "Why?"

The white-clothed swordsman smiled lightly, "This is exactly the difference between you and me. ”

Yan Shan was silent. He looked quietly into the distance, thoughtful.