There are some things that you can only understand if you have actually experienced them.

There are experiences that can only grow if you experience them yourself.

In the sea of corpses and blood, a rich bloody atmosphere was permeated.

Ma Ming knelt on one knee, covered in blood, and there were still blood stains on the corners of his mouth, but he still held the long sword tightly. His gaze was resolute and resolute.

Not far away, a black figure stood leaning against a knife, his body trembling incessantly.

Ma Ming said lightly: "Why don't you make a move?"

The black shadow sneered, "You and I are already at the end of the crossbow, and I can't fight anymore, so why shouldn't you?"

Ma Ming smiled indifferently and said slowly: "If that's the case, then you will be defeated." ”

As the words fell, he slowly stood up, clenched his long sword, and moved forward step by step.

The dark shadow groaned, "How can you still stand up?"

Ma Ming said softly: "Some things are far more precious than life, but it's a pity that you are just a wisp of sword intent and will never understand." ”

The dark shadow was silent, as if lost in thought.

Ma Ming walked up to the black shadow and said lightly: "Defeat is death." ”

The sword slashed through the throat of the dark shadow.

The dark shadow vanished, leaving no trace.

Ma Ming leaned on his sword and stood, his gaze becoming more determined.

Suddenly, a dark shadow appeared out of thin air. He held a knife in his hand and was silent. The snow-bright blade, the dark red blood groove, weird and gloomy, exuding an extremely terrifying aura, as if there was an irresistible magic.

Ma Ming smiled sadly, and the horizontal sword was at his throat.

The black shadow hurriedly said, "Slow!"

Ma Ming said lightly: "What's the matter?"

The dark shadow said in a deep voice, "I want to know, what is more precious than life?"

Ma Ming smiled lightly: "Dignity, noble ......"

As the words fell, blood splattered, and he collapsed in a pool of blood.

The dark shadow was slightly stunned, and seemed to be lost in thought again.

Ma Ming slowly opened his eyes, his expression indifferent.

He stood up, his eyes swept over Yan Shan, Meng Tian, and Liu Ruobai in turn, and then smiled slightly and turned to leave.

In front of the cave, the two old men looked solemn, and they were relieved to see that Ma Ming was safe and sound.

The purple-clothed old man asked casually, "Ming'er, how many changes have you seen in that magic knife?"

Ma Ming smiled bitterly: "Seven kinds." ”

The two old men both looked relieved.

The gray-clothed old man smiled lightly: "It's not easy to defeat the sixth change of that type of magic sword with the sword artistic conception. ”

Ma Ming was slightly stunned, and said casually: "Ming'er has defeated the seventh change. ”

The two old men were pleasantly surprised.

The old man in purple looked at Ma Ming and said with a serious face: "Ming'er, the future of the Tibetan Soldier Villa depends on you." ”

Ma Ming's expression became solemn and nodded heavily.

In the sea of corpses and blood, a rich bloody atmosphere was permeated.

Meng Tian stabbed out with a sword, which seemed to be unremarkable, but it had an irresistible magic. When the sword blade passed, the sea of blood dried up in an instant, which was strange and unpredictable.

The dark shadow muttered, "Why should the girl be like this?"

Meng Tian smiled sadly.

Suddenly, a flash of lightning streaked across the sky.

She was as swift as the wind, turned into a phantom, and then vanished, as if she had become one with the sword of sorrow.

The Sword of Sorrow suddenly turned into a soft light, as fast as lightning, and unstoppable.

The dark shadow did not hesitate, swinging its snowy blade towards the soft light.

In the next moment, the snowy blade split the soft light in two, and the soft light continued to castrate, submerging into the heart of the black shadow.

The dark shadow vanished, leaving no trace.

Meng Tian knelt on one knee, holding the sword of sorrow in his hand, his face pale. Her expression was sad, her eyes were dark, and her crystal tears glittered with endless sorrow.

Sadness and sword intent, the unity of human and sword, one blow will kill.

This time, too, she collapsed, in a pool of blood.

A bolt of lightning streaked across the sky.

Between heaven and earth, alone, lonely and lonely.

Meng Tian stood there quietly, her eyes as clear as water.

In the sea of corpses and blood, there are no flowers and trees, no life, and the rich bloody atmosphere is permeated, and there is a dead silence.

Not far away, a dark figure held a knife in his hand, silently. The snow-bright blade, the dark red blood groove, weird and gloomy, exuding an extremely terrifying aura, as if there was an irresistible magic.

Meng Tian said lightly: "How many times?"

The dark shadow said, "Seven times." ”

Meng Tianyan smiled and said casually: "It is the same nine changes, but the order is changing. ”

The black shadow said coldly, "So what?"

Meng Tian smiled lightly: "Why do you knowingly ask?"

......

In the sea of corpses and blood, a rich bloody atmosphere was permeated.

Yan Shan stood up from the pool of blood, holding the rusty long sword tightly in his hand, and moved forward step by step.

The black shadow said lightly: "Being able to use a sword intent-level cultivation to perform an artistic conception-level attack is enough to be proud, so why should you be so persistent?"

Yan Shan chuckled and said, "Why aren't you?"

The black shadow groaned slightly, and said coldly: "You have used artistic conception level attacks seven times to fight with the nine variations of my magic sword, and the result is all the same. This eighth time, do you want to drag me down with your flesh and blood?"

Yan Shan shook his head slightly, and said casually: "I just want to figure out one thing." ”

......

In the sea of corpses and blood, a rich bloody atmosphere was permeated.

In a reddish world, black fog fills the air.

Liu Ruobai's eyes were cold and deep, holding the Heavenly Fury Sword, pointing at the sky, and the momentum was compelling.

The black shadow said lightly: "Bodhi has no tree, and the mirror is not a platform." There was nothing in the first place, where to stir up dust. ”

Liu Ruobai said coldly: "It's really illusory, it's also true and it's illusory, even if you are burdened with the supreme Dharma, you still have flaws after all." ”

The black shadow said lightly: "You won't understand." ”

Liu Ruobai sneered: "Self-righteous. ”

When the words fell, he slashed down with a sword, lightning and thunder, faintly having the power to open the world.

With a loud bang, the sky collapsed, and the whole world became chaos.

The next moment, time flies, the vicissitudes of life, and everything is back to the beginning.

The candlelight was dim, hazy, and the spiritual positions were numerous, and the stone walls were covered with knife marks.

In the center of the open circle, an old monk in a white robe sat cross-legged with his eyes like torches.

Meng Tian held the sword of sorrow, and his eyes were as clear as water.

Yan Shan clenched the rusty long sword with an indifferent expression.

Liu Ruobai's sword pointed at the sky, and his eyes were cold.

The three of them formed a corner of each other, surrounding the white-robed old monk in the middle.

The white-robed old monk looked at Meng Tian and asked casually, "I wonder how Tan Yue saw through the illusion?"

Meng Tian Zhengse said: "Heartless Kendo." ”

The white-robed old monk sighed lightly: "Tan Yue's talent is peerless, and the old monk is convinced. ”

After that, he looked at Yanshan again and asked, "How did Tan Yue see through the illusion?"

Yan Shan smiled bitterly: "Soldiers are not tired of cheating. ”

The white-robed old monk smiled lightly: "It's understandable that the soldiers are treacherous. ”

In the end, he looked at Liu Ruobai and muttered: "Tan Yue actually forcibly broke the illusion with domineering, which really made the old monk unbelievable. ”

Liu Ruobai said coldly: "I can tell you the truth." ”

The white-robed old monk nodded slightly, smiling without saying a word.

Liu Ruobai said slowly: "Actually, I originally knew about your existence. ”

The white-robed old monk's face changed slightly, but he did not interrupt without saying a word.

Liu Ruobai continued: "Back then, my grandfather fought with Situ Xiao, do you know the truth?"

The white-robed old monk said calmly: "The Blood Drinking Sword and the Heavenly Fury Sword are destined to be incompatible, and the owner of Situ Zhuang and the owner of Liu Zhuang are both immortal geniuses, so this battle is inevitable." Therefore, the owner of Situ Zhuang and the owner of Liu Zhuang did not hesitate to take risks and became demons one after another. The old monk repaid the grace of the master of Situ Zhuang, and evolved the tenfold illusion with the supreme Buddhism, helping the master of Situ Zhuang to enter the Tao from the devil, and after that, the master of Situ Zhuang took a step forward in martial arts cultivation and stepped into the artistic conception level. In that battle, the Dao body of the owner of Situ Zhuang was defeated by the demon body of the owner of Liu Zhuang, and he was defeated, and then he died of depression. ”

Liu Ruobai said lightly: "Situ is wrong, and you are wrong." ”

The white-robed old monk's face changed greatly, and he hurriedly asked, "What is the mistake between the master of Situ Zhuang and the old monk?"

Liu Ruobai said lightly: "If you talk about victory or defeat, it is my grandfather who wins." But if it comes to life and death, it must be Situ Xiao who survives. ”

The white-robed old monk realized something, and muttered: "Could it be that after Lord Liu Zhuang used his demon body to control the invincible terrifying power of the Heavenly Fury Sword and cast the strongest blow, it was already the end of the strong crossbow?"

Liu Ruobai looked indifferent.

The answer is self-explanatory.

The white-robed old monk sighed lightly: "Although the demon body is strong, it is difficult to last. If the obsession has lost its original heart, what is the legend of the generation of the owner of Situ Zhuang? What about the old monk who is carrying the supreme Dharma? It is really sad and lamentable!"

Liu Ruobai said slowly: "Maybe dying is also a relief." ”

The white-robed old monk seemed to think of something, and asked, "I wonder how the owner of Liu Zhuang knows about the existence of the old monk?"

Liu Ruobai said lightly: "After that battle, my grandfather was counterattacked by the Heavenly Fury Sword, and he was too deep into the demon to extricate himself. In order to seek a way to enter the Tao from demons, he once infiltrated the Tibetan Soldier Villa. ”

The white-robed old monk muttered: "In this way, Tan Yue's trip should be to seek a way to enter the Tao from demons, but why did he forcibly break the Ten Illusions?"

Liu Ruobai said lightly: "You are wrong again." ”

The white-robed old monk pondered slightly, his expression became strange, and he chuckled: "The depth of the Lord of Liuzhuang is really terrifying, no wonder even the Lord of the Heavenly Alliance is afraid of three points. ”

Liu Ruobai's expression was complicated, and her eyes became confused.

Meng Tian didn't understand.

Yan Shan didn't understand either.

The four eyes looked at Liu Ruobai, and then fell on the white-robed old monk.

The white-robed old monk took a deep breath and said with a wry smile: "Buddhism has clouds, if I don't go to hell, who will go to hell." It is indeed better to enter the Tao from the devil than to sacrifice one's life to kill the Buddha. ”

As the words fell, he slowly closed his eyes, looking serene.

Meng Tian understood.

Yan Shan also understood.

Their expressions became solemn and solemn, and they bowed deeply to the white-robed old monk before leaving.

......

In front of the cave, Yan Shan, Meng Tian, Ma Ming and the two old men stood quietly, as if waiting for something.

Finally, Liu Ruobai walked out of the cave.

Dressed in white like snow, a humble gentleman, gentle as jade.

It's just that there was a touch of sadness in his eyes.

Perhaps, this sadness will always be engraved in my heart.

He bowed deeply to the two old men, and said in a deep voice: "The juniors have offended a lot, and I hope the two seniors will forgive their sins!"

The two old men nodded slightly and remained silent.

Liu Ruobai looked at Yan Shan, Meng Tian and Ma Ming again, clenched his fists slightly, and said softly: "Don't leave it here, there will be a period later!"

"Precious!"

Liu Ruobai floated away.

Two crystal tears fell on the sky, glittering in the sun. 繶䂕N୎ᰠ⩲㩧晎䭜ᴠg끥节ⱻN・17䵑㦍֖ژȰ