The Xian Xin Sword moved again, and the sword momentum was chaotic and covered the eyes, like a huge snow covering the sky.

At this moment, Tu Mi finally felt very truly that the person who had accompanied him to see the sun, moon, snow and rain in Kunlun was no longer there.

The feeling of a person disappearing is so dull, as if the snow has melted into the water in the afternoon.

But sometimes, the feeling of her departure was so intense that it was engraved in her mind like a soldering iron, burning all over her body and making it almost impossible to see what she was looking for.

The snow with her, the days with her practicing swords, and the meals eaten with her at the small table will never come again.

The hut where she lived alone on Kunlun Mountain was already covered with cobwebs, and the futon left for her to sit in the main hall had also accumulated a thick layer of ash.

The pheasants in the mountains can breathe a sigh of relief, because there will never be a master who will come into the mountains with a sword to catch them. The disciples in the square in front of the mountain can also be much more casual, and they no longer have to bow down when anyone passes by.

It seems that she is the only one in the world who really feels the departure of her master.

It seemed that only she would feel sad, and only she thought of the Xian Xin Sword on her back at night, and tears soaked the pillow towel.

The long sword tore through the silence of the night, dyeing the cold moonlight on the horizon.

Tu Mi actually wanted to apologize to Shizun. She shouldn't have secretly run down the mountain without saying hello, which made her worry for so long.

Even if she was actually just a tool for Yan Daohuo and Xie Hui's long-term plan, she didn't believe it, and the master had always only regarded her as a tool all these years.

Obviously he is a disciple who can't wait to be cared for in the palm of his hand, a funny Taoist who is willing to go into the mountains to catch game in person in order to treat her, and a ruthless elder who disappears from her field of vision at the end with a steel sword.

Even in the end, Yan Daohuo never looked back.

You have accompanied me to watch the falling snow for many years, and the sleeves are cold, until I have a long sword on my back, and you are covered with frost and snow.

You should have seen me.

Why did you go first...... Leave me only this sword, and don't even want to look back at me.

Should you say that you are too cruel or too weak to know that you can no longer make up your mind when you turn back?

The sword pierces the sky.

A teardrop makes up for a new trick.

Tears bounced on the returnees, and the white-clothed Dao Gu floated up in the air like a fairy, stepping on the void, and the sword shadow moved.

"What ......!"

Mo Dao resisted in a hurry.

Half move to half move, after a moment of lightning and fire, the knife and sword are still tied.

Mo Dao urgently needs to raise the return from the sea and chase it again. The dantian qi gathered into the palm of the hand, weaving a sharp knife qi that was no different from the blade in the palm.

The white-clothed swordsman in mid-air made another move.

The snow is over.

On a steep spring day, an extremely cold air machine spread out on Tangjiabao in an instant, and the wind sword and frost sword spread across the sky

The sword momentum has not fallen, but the ice and snow are like broken beads splashing jade, and the waterfall hangs on the return of the sea, and the sound is ringing.

Mo Dao retreated again and again, but the wild snow was like a sanity, and he chased after him endlessly, almost shaking him out of a bloody mark.

In just a few incense sticks, a thick cloud suddenly flew into the western sky, and the surrounding area was covered with heavy snow.

Mo Dao was surprised: "How is it possible!?"

Such a mysterious atmosphere is by no means something that can be seen by leisure.

Unless the opponent in front of him is about to enter the first product.

Mo Dao was speechless, and the horror in his heart was extraordinary: Tu Mi had fought with him, an upright first-grade master, for so long with the realm of less than the second grade?

"What's so strange about that. ”

The fairy in white had stopped his sword moves in mid-air, but he was still in the air, like an immortal coming to the world.

"It's just that I can't break through this emotional barrier, so I can't get into the first grade. Master is like a god, how can I not guess what is the most difficult layer for me to penetrate?"

Since I have seen through it, I have put it down.

It's not surprising that it's just going to be a product.

Nine heavenly auspicious clouds gather.

Tu Mi picked up his sword and moved, volleyed his luck, and killed Mo Dao from afar.

The ice and snow are all around, and the cold air soaks the skin, and it is not easy to maintain the posture, how can Mo Dao dare to retreat at this time.

He stiffened his head, reversed the vicissitudes of life, and greeted him.

"You have the master you think about today, and I also have things that I can't let go!"

For some reason, he yelled, and there seemed to be some anger in his voice.

"It's something I've fought for with a lot of difficulty, and I'm still carrying it on my back...... So many wishes and dreams!"

He will not forget the sentence that Luo Yinsheng said to him before committing suicide, "Don't go deeper".

He will not forget the knife that Liu Zhilei deliberately left in his hand when he fell into the deep stream.

Mo Dao, who can live to this day, will never be the Mo Dao who thought about retreating in the first place.

The creeping ghost on the boy's shoulder no longer allowed him to retreat.

If he is cowardly, the souls of the dead will devour him first. And he still wants to take their share and live. Even if you are embarrassed, even if you are still breathing, you must live with dignity.

Swords intersect.

At that moment, the swarming energy was all intertwined, and the chaotic battle intent scattered and collided, almost forming a majestic storm that swallowed the sky and the sun.

And at the heart of the storm, two first-class masters are fighting to the death.

This is a battle that really gambles on all its strength.

The only move, this move will win for the survivors, and the losers will die.

The chance of victory is fleeting, and the only one who seizes that opportunity can live.

In the past year, both Xie Hui and Dongfang Lianmo have been deliberately cultivating one thing for the two of them - to kill people.

Kill a lot of people. The guilty, the sitting, the deserving, the undeserved.

In order to ensure that when this moment came, Tu Mi and Mo Dao could seize the only opportunity without the slightest hesitation and kill each other.

The sky and the earth were empty, and the oppressive air swelled to the extreme at that moment, and even the wind became suffocating.

Bang!!!

The knotted aura exploded in an instant, the cyclone swirled and roared in all directions like a blade, and the solid corridor made of rock was also shattered by the sword madness in that instant.

The sword is not out of the hand, and so is the sword.

Both men knew that the release of the weapon was a sign of certain death. Even though the stone slab under their feet had turned into an abyss, there was nothing else in their eyes, only stepping on the falling stone, pounced on each other, and launched a sword slash.

Tu Mi crashed into Mo Dao's arms, turned his wrist, twisted the sword in his hand, and pushed Mo Dao against the stone wall at the end of the Linxian Dao with huge strength.

Rumble!

The sword qi blasted through Mo Dao's robe, and shards of black cloth fluttered wildly in the wind.

Despite the platform behind them, the two of them still hung in the air, with nothing to rely on on the soles of their feet.

Mo Dao twisted Tu Mi's shoulders and stood up, but Tu Mi grabbed his calf at the last moment, and pulled himself up instead.

The dantian was no longer breathless, and the two in the air exchanged slashes again.

After the lightning and stone fire, the two of them rolled into a dough and smashed into Dongfang Lianmo's bedroom, and then spread out into two pieces on the platform in front of the room, losing all their strength, and tumbling to the edge of their respective platforms.

As soon as he landed, Mo Dao stiffened up with a carp, and stood up with the pain all over his body, only to find that Tu Mi had already stood up.

The one who gets up first must have taken the lead!

Tu Mi is advancing rapidly. However, the distance of more than ten zhang, if she has the idea of war, she will arrive in an instant.

Mo Dao raised his hand, and the return from the sea slashed horizontally, shouting angrily in his mouth.

Clang!!!!

A sword strike, the sky and the earth are shattered!

The two figures were swapped, and then froze at the same time.

The wind blows through the hollow valley. Heaven and earth are silent.

Tu Mi put his sword into the sheath and lowered his eyebrows silently.

Mo Dao smiled bitterly and let Canghaigui slip from his palm and fall to the ground.

I don't know when the snow stopped, and there was no trace of snow on the broken Linxian Road.

The moonlight peeked out of the dense clouds again, quietly reflecting the lonely Tangjiabao.

Just now, both of them had a chance to kill each other and be able to win once and for all.

Mo Dao smiled bitterly: "Even if you win half a move, no, just admit it, it's a whole move." ”

"Your fifth knife didn't stab me. Tu Mi said lightly, "If you make a move, it should be your victory." ”

Mo Dao lowered his head and looked into his palm.

was originally holding the hand of the returnee, but at this time he was holding a short knife.

One of the heirloom knives of the Liu family, the sea is broken.

At the moment when Fang Cai's body was staggered, Mo Dao, who took the initiative to give up the sea and return to the sea, had the opportunity to cut Tu Mi's throat with a knife and win the victory steadily.

Mo Dao said calmly: "If you lose, you lose." If you like, you can pierce my chest with a sword with the first move. ”

Before the body staggered, when Mo Dao pulled out the Broken Sea Knife from his sleeve, there was actually a fatal gap in his chest.

Tu Mi obviously saw it, but he didn't take out his sword, and let the opportunity to get it pass in vain.

Both of them were silent for a long time.

Finally, Tu Mi sighed: "Why don't you make a move?"

"Why don't we make a move?" Mo Dao smiled.

“...... It's not because I can't bear it. Tu Mi turned around with some complaint and looked at Mo Dao, "Actually, there is no Dongfang Lianmo in this house for a long time, right? ”

Mo Dao sighed and said, "Let you find out......"

Tu Mi frowned: "In that case, are you still fighting me so seriously?" aren't you afraid that I will really kill you?"

"Although Mr. has already left Tangjiabao, I still have to be responsible for delaying enough time. Besides......" Mo Dao hesitated for a long time.

"Say anything more?"

"Besides, I'm sure you won't kill me. Mo Dao's eyes were serious.

"I've killed a lot of people. Tu Mi's face was expressionless.

"So what? I also believe that you won't kill me. Mo Dao laughed heartlessly.

Tu Mi rolled his eyes: "I'm convinced." Dongfang is not even here, where has he gone?"

"Jin Guan. ”

Mo Dao's answer surprised Tu Mi.

"He specially prepared a fake body in Jinguan City, and now he has to go there in person?"

"The prosthetic body is prepared for today's pre-day. Mo Dao shook his head, "After sunrise, he will go out in person." ”

Tu Mi was stunned for a long time before he said, "He is ready to ...... What to do?"

"What else can I do? Of course, I will personally confront Hui face to face, and completely settle the grievances and grievances over the years. ”