The next day, the sun was shining and the wind was cold. The four of them galloped wildly, all the way west, with a hint of sadness in their firmness and determination.

At dusk, the four entered the county seat of Changwu. The murderous aura that was inadvertently revealed reappeared, and some inexplicable eyes seemed to be watching the four of them as well. They didn't care, they ate and stayed in the hotel, and they were safe all night.

On the evening of the third day, the four entered Pingliang City.

As night falls, the lights come on.

Beigong Duge sat quietly in front of the window, looking at the vast night, his eyes were calm and waveless, as if he was waiting for something.

"Master, are you resting?" Outside the door, Li Ruoxian let out a soft cry, with a hint of worry in her voice.

"Ruoxian, come in!" Beigong Duge looked calm and said in a gentle voice.

Li Ruoxian pushed the door in, slowly came to the window, looked at the vast night, and was silent.

After a long time, the tears flickered in the candlelight, and Li Ruoxian said softly: "Master, you rest early." ”

Beigong Duge bowed slightly, smiling. He knew in his heart that this apprentice was arrogant and upright, and he didn't want to say much, and this short quiet companionship might be her unique way of caring.

The door closed again, and the footsteps faded away.

Not long after, Li Rendao also came to Beigong Duge room.

"Master, are you really going to leave Rendao tomorrow?" Li Rendao's tone was sad.

Beigong Duge smiled indifferently and said slowly: "Maybe you won't get used to it at first, but time can dilute everything." ”

Li Rendao nodded slightly, and then asked, "Does Master have anything else to tell Rendao?"

Beigong Duge sighed lightly, and said: "You will be the king of Western Xia, the overlord of one side, and your mind and courage are particularly important. ”

Li Rendao nodded repeatedly.

Beigong Duge continued: "In any case, Ruoxian is a close relative that you can trust and rely on, and there is no room for doubt. Brother Yan is affectionate and sexual, and he is a masterpiece of the world. Maybe one day, you will feel the pressure, but I hope you can face it calmly. ”

Li Rendao said in a deep voice: "Master, I know. ”

The door closed again, and Li Rendao left.

A short time later, there was a sound of poetry chanting outside the window.

"When you sing about wine, life is geometric! For example, the morning dew is bitter in the past. Be generous and unforgettable. How can we solve our worries? Only Du Kang. Qingqing Zijin, leisurely my heart. But for the sake of the king, he has been groaning so far. Yo yo deer chirping, eating wild apples. I have guests, drummers and shengs. It is as clear as the moon, when can it be resolved? The more strange it is, the more vain it exists. Qi Kuo talks about the feast, thinking of the old grace. The moon stars are scarce, and the black magpie flies south. Three turns around the tree, what branches can be followed? The mountains are not tired of being high, and the sea is not tired of being deep. Zhou Gong vomited and fed, and the world returned to the heart. After chanting a song "Short Song Xing", a glass of liquor was drunk, and a thin figure was free and uninhibited in the faint moonlight.

Beigong Duge smiled indifferently, flew out, came to the opposite ridge, and sat opposite the thin figure. He said softly: "Little Brother Yan is so interested!"

Yan Shan handed over a glass of wine and said with a light smile: "A poem, a glass of wine, just take it as a farewell!"

Beigong Duge took the wine glass, drank it all, and said with a smile: "Good wine! Good poetry! Little Brother Yan has a heart." ”

Yan Shan asked, "Do you have anything to say to me?"

Beigong Duge bowed slightly. In the faint moonlight, there was a hint of hesitation on his face.

Yan Shan's expression was calm, and he used the method of transmitting sound into the secret, and said to Beigong Duange: "Senior, it's okay to talk about it!"

Beigong Duge smiled, and also used the method of sound transmission to enter the secret, and said to Yan Shan: "If Rendao has a negative little brother Yan in the future, I hope that little brother Yan can show mercy!"

Yan Shan smiled indifferently and said, "I will try my best not to let such a thing happen." ”

Beigong Duge nodded slightly and said, "Little Brother Yan, I believe in you." ”

There are some things that need not be said, and they are just said for peace of mind. Some people, in any situation, are trustworthy.

The night fades away, the red sun rises, and a new day arrives as scheduled.

The four of them climbed to the top of Liupan Mountain, and a sense of desolation arose. Not far away, someone had already arrived first.

A middle-aged Confucian man in a black brocade robe sat cross-legged, his eyes slightly closed, his face angular and angular, and there was an unspeakable momentum. Behind him, a black-robed man was delicate, but there was a three-inch-long scar on his face like a crown jade, and there was a cruel smile in his eyes. He stood silently, with a knife in his hand, a black scabbard with a curved hilt.

Beigong Duge bowed his hand to the middle-aged Confucian scholar slightly, and said slowly: "Let Brother Donglai wait for a long time!"

Cheng Donglai opened his eyes, stood up, and said with a light smile: "Brother Beigong is polite. As he spoke, he glanced at Yan Shan and asked casually, "This little brother is Yan Shaoxia?"

Yan Shan saluted Cheng Donglai and said loudly: "It is Yan Shan below. ”

Cheng Donglai nodded again and again, and exclaimed: "Sure enough, it's a hero out of a young man!" He glanced back at Cheng Pei and said casually: "Pei'er, if you have the opportunity to ask Yan Shaoxia for advice, you will benefit a lot." ”

Cheng Pei nodded slightly, with a look of awe.

Beigong Duge and Cheng Donglai looked at each other and smiled, stepped forward slowly, and stopped three feet away.

A scimitar was slowly pulled out, as thin as a cicada's wings, and the cold was pressing. Cheng Donglai stood with a horizontal knife, his expression calm and waveless.

The cold light flashed, and the singer of Beigong Dusk held the long sword, indifferent.

Cheng Donglai secretly lucked his true power, and in an instant, the scimitar blade body was surrounded by a rich blood-colored knife qi.

Beigong Duge smiled indifferently, and in the blink of an eye, the long sword body was faintly surrounded by cyan sword qi.

The two of them shot at the same time, their bodies changed, and the sword light and sword shadow flashed. The scimitar slashed, like the full moon and the lack of the moon, like three thousand weak water, strange and treacherous, without any flaws. The long sword breaks through the sky, like mountains and flowing water, like a mirror, elegant and beautiful, exquisite and unparalleled.

The shadow of the sword slowly swept through the air, and the trajectory was clearly visible. The scimitar constantly exudes a terrifying and murderous aura, but Cheng Donglai's eyes are as clear as water, without any killing intent, which is a higher realm beyond life and death. The long sword exudes a sacrosanct and inviolable awe-inspiring momentum, but Beigong Duge is quiet and indifferent, and his heart is like water, which is a higher realm beyond himself. A sword and a sword are criss-crossed, flowing with clouds and water, and it is natural, which seems to be deducing a kind of great reason.

The four people present stared intently at this sword and sword, silently experiencing and secretly comprehending. This kind of duel between the masters of the world can be encountered but not sought. What's more, at this moment, Beigong Duge and Cheng Donglai did it intentionally, so that the four of them could better comprehend the wonder of the artistic conception. This is a higher realm of martial arts, which can only be comprehended by oneself, and cannot be taught by words and deeds.

Unconsciously, this sword turned into a sword shadow. The two figures, one green and one black, were as fast as ghosts, constantly changing positions. Swords clashed, and the sound of resonance was endless. The blood-colored sword qi and the cyan sword qi continued to collide, and the ripples and qi in circles spread out in all directions, forming a piercing gust of wind.

Although the four people present were a few feet away, they also had to secretly luck their true qi to resist this biting wind.

The two of them wanted to fight more and more bravely, their fighting spirit was surging, and their spirit and spirit had reached their peak.

Suddenly, the two changed their shapes and stood opposite each other.

Beigong Duge let out a long howl, the cyan robe was windless and automatic, and the hunting sounded. He looked arrogant, his eyes were empty, and he was the only one in the vast world. At this moment, he came into the world like a god, sacrosanct. An awe-inspiring aura spreads in all directions, straight into the depths of everyone's heart.

Cheng Donglai's expression was indifferent, his eyes were sometimes blurred, sometimes empty. Unconsciously, a touch of blood appeared in his eyes, and a strong blood-colored aura emanated from his body. The blood-colored qi rose to the sky and spread in all directions. Suddenly, the sky turned pale red, and a blood-colored ocean appeared beneath his feet.

Among the two artistic conceptions, the hearts of the four people present were shocked and trembling. If it weren't for the fact that their minds were far beyond ordinary people, in just one breath, the four of them would be distracted and on the verge of collapse. They hurriedly meditated cross-legged, secretly using their minds, and stabilizing their minds.

Beigong Duge looked majestic, and said loudly: "The last move, how?"

Cheng Donglai let out a long roar and said, "That's very good!"

The long sword was slowly raised, and the cyan sword qi continued to gather around the sword body, and the invisible sword qi spread. Unconsciously, the cyan sword qi condensed into a cyan invisible giant sword, faintly having the potential to open the world.

The scimitar slowly slashed through, and the blood-colored sword qi continued to gather around the blade body, and the invisible knife qi spread. Unconsciously, the blood-colored sword qi condensed into a blood-colored invisible scimitar, and the blade body was eerie and terrifying, as if it came from the eighteenth layer of hell.

At this moment, the four people present were horrified, and hurriedly swept out dozens of zhang, secretly lucked their true qi, and protected their bodies, and then raised their eyes to see.

The cyan invisible giant sword slowly stabbed out, the blood-colored invisible scimitar slowly slashed down, the swords struck each other, and the two powerful formless true qi collided violently. Suddenly, the brilliance splashed and dazzling. A loud roar rang out, deafening. A circle of domineering ripples dispersed in all directions, and the momentum was terrifying.

Under the impact of energy, the four people present took three steps back, and a trace of blood overflowed from the corner of their mouths.

After a long time, the dust settled.

Beigong Duge stood leaning on his sword, his face was as white as paper, but there was a hint of relief in his eyes.

The scimitar broke, Cheng Donglai wiped the blood stains from the corners of his mouth with his sleeve, his expression was strange, and his eyes were full of guilt.

Seeing this, the eyes of the four people present flickered, and they were a little overwhelmed.

Suddenly, Cheng Donglai threw away the scimitar in his hand, swept in front of Beigong Duge at great speed, picked him up, and ran towards the bottom of the mountain. In a few breaths, the figure was gone.

Cheng Pei's expression was indifferent, and as soon as he bowed his hand to the three of them, he also went down the mountain.

Li Ruoxian and Li Rendao just wanted to chase after them, but they were stopped by Yan Shan.

Yan Shan sighed lightly and said slowly: "This is a choice made by the seniors themselves, and we should respect him." In the same way, we have our own way to go. ”

The two nodded slightly, looked in the direction of the descent, and wept.