Xia Xuehan condensed and meditated, her heart was empty, her internal strength and mental method operated on its own, and the strong true qi flowed away from the eight veins of the Qi Sutra, and the internal breath stirring in the body gradually calmed down.

Mu Yufeng, one of the four princes, stood side by side with emperors, emperors, and immortals who were so noble that the sun and the moon were dim, and there was no fraud in the slightest, he really had this strength.

"The same move, but can he really 'break the dust and cut the lovesickness' now?" Yun Yifan sneered, "A sword without sword intent, how can it be able to defeat the ruthless Blood Slaughterer!"

"What about the floating sword, is it the world?" For Yun Yifan's words, Xia Lang was not much surprised, but he was a little more puzzled in his heart, if it was really 'cut off from the dust and cut off lovesickness', how could he stand up to the world?

What kind of love must be for the sake of a person who loves deeply in his heart, not even in the eyes of the world, and as a mustard in the world! Xia Lang sneered in his heart, how could there be such a fool in the world, it was simply a joke!

At this moment, Xia Xuehan has recovered as before, the tear-stained sword in his hand is like a flower growing on the other side of the weak water river, the sword intent is full of sadness, just looking at the person, looking at the sword, it makes people feel that they can't suppress the tears in their eyes.

"Stop fighting!"

A majestic aura erupted from Xia Xuehan's body, but it disappeared in an instant, and it turned flat in an instant, if it weren't for the fact that the few people present were people who were used to seeing big winds and waves, they would almost think that there was a hallucination.

The Dao method is natural, Xia Xuehan no longer has those fancy sword momentum, no strong internal force, only a little foot flew down to Mu Yufeng, who looked surprised, raised his sword and slashed over.

Chop, slash, stab, slash......

One move after another is like a rogue brawl in the market, chaotic, and if you look at it carefully, you will be surprised, because Xia Xuehan didn't use half of the internal force at all, just waved the sword in his hand "indiscriminately", where is there a first-class master.

If there was a group of onlookers in the rivers and lakes, most of them would think that Xia Xuehan had lost to Mu Yufeng in a row, and he couldn't bear that kind of frustration in his heart, and he was already delirious.

At least Xia Lang, who doesn't know martial arts, thinks so for a moment, but only for a moment, because he knows his opponents as well as they know themselves.

Yun Yifan looked at Xia Xuehan's chaotic offensive, but it was difficult to calm down in his heart, containing the laws of heaven and earth in ordinary times, but it was as profound as a hundred rivers returning to the sea.

What is martial arts, non-fighting, non-killing, martial arts rise everywhere, and the extreme realm of martial arts is to quell the fighting.

Just like the word "Wu", stop fighting for martial arts!

Without a trace of internal breath, Mu Yufeng's reverse chaos yin and yang trick can't take away his creation, and the seemingly chaotic slashing and slashing is actually impenetrable, even Yun Yifan can't see a flaw.

Mu Yufeng hurriedly swung his sword to resist, Xia Xuehan's moves were completely disorganized, which made him scramble. The sword that should have been cut diagonally, he stabbed straight over, and was already about to receive his force, but who knew that Xia Xuehan turned his wrist and slashed at his neck.

Although Mu Yufeng has not been walking the rivers and lakes for a long time, he has also seen many famous swordsmen, but where has he seen such an almost scoundrel style of play.

This time forced Mu Yufeng to retreat again and again, especially Xia Xuehan's erratic footwork, which only reached Mu Yufeng in the blink of an eye. Xia Xuehan's body exuded the aura that was in harmony with all things in nature, which made Mu Yufeng's heart feel like he had been hammered by a giant hammer, and he actually felt small and humble in front of Xia Xuehan.

Suddenly, Xia Xuehan's swordsmanship became fierce again, one move and one style seemed to have life, and one move was an extremely ordinary "immortal guidance", and he raised his hand and pointed towards Mu Yufeng.

"Hmph, are you finally willing to use a normal move?" A sneer appeared on the corner of Mu Yufeng's mouth, and Long Yuan in his hand let out a cheerful tremor and greeted him directly.

But Xia Xuehan was not as he wished, and in an instant, the blade of the sword turned, and he deviated a foot to the right, and the tear stain was like a spirit snake, skillfully wiping Mu Yufeng's face and detouring the back of his head.

Mu Yufeng only felt that a cold sword aura was approaching his Heavenly Spirit Gai, and a cold sweat broke out on his back unconsciously, such a strange swordsmanship was really unguardable!

"Boom!"

Seeing the firelight flashing, Mu Yufeng turned to the right, and Long Yuan in his hand took advantage of the situation to block back, but after all, it was a little slower, a gust of wind blew, rolling up layers of yellow sand, and a strand of black hair drifted away with the wind.

"Click!" a drop of crimson blood dripped into the yellow-brown sand, and sank in an instant.

Mu Yufeng had already dodged a few feet away, touched his neck with his backhand, looked down at the palm of his hand, and his hands were full of blood. His gray and dull eyes were full of horror, this Xia Xuehan was really a genius on the way to martial arts, and he came up with a way to crack his martial arts after only losing his mind.

"Hey, that's fun!"

Mu Yufeng raised his hand and licked the blood in his palm, squeezing out a smile on his face, but it was so hideous and terrifying, like the bloodthirsty demon king returning from the netherworld.

"Show your real skills!"

Mu Yufeng's sword light flew in his hand, rolling up the yellow sand all over the ground, thousands of people weeping, and thousands of horses neighing, this move was full of ferocity and unstoppable.

I saw Xia Xuehan raise his hand gently, as if he was afraid of startling this empty desert and saddening this lonely Yanmen. There is no trace of internal force spreading, but it makes people feel a sense of insignificance in front of Sumeru, their knees tremble, and they can't help but kneel down and kowtow a thousand times.

Mu Yufeng's anti-chaos yin and yang recipe is not only a martial art for cultivating internal strength, but also a combination of swordsmanship, knife techniques, fist techniques, fingering and other profound martial arts essence, otherwise how dare you claim to be reverse chaos yin and yang.

I saw Mu Yufeng's sword swinging up the rolling yellow sand, and the exposed rocks on the yellow-brown sand where the sword wind passed were swept into powder by his sword wind.

"This set of martial arts is really domineering!" Even Xia Lang, a person who has never been involved in martial arts, can't help but express his heartfelt admiration.

I saw that Xia Xuehan's slowly raised sword did not have half of the sword air overflowing, but it seemed to have crossed the ages, piercing the sand and dust rolled up by Mu Yufeng, and the white clothes were not stained with dust, floating like a fairy.

"Ding!"

A crisp sound was like a camel bell from the desert that had been lonely for endless years, and a birdsong sounded in the empty valley, only to see the yellow sand on the ground rise everywhere, annihilating the two people who were standing with their swords, except for this soft sound, nothing came out.

I saw Yun Yifan's face showing an unpredictable look, and he couldn't tell whether it was joy, anger, surprise, or sorrow......

He tugged on the reins, didn't say a word, and was about to get out of here.

"Is the Emperor of Heaven leaving?" Xia Lang saw that Yun Yifan was about to leave, and couldn't help but call him.

"The victory and defeat have been decided, I should naturally go!" Yun Yifan's dark jade-like eyes raised slightly, glanced at the yellow sand that had not yet fallen, added a whip on the horse, and ran towards the vast distance.

"Is the victory or defeat decided?" a shallow smile was drawn at the corner of Xia Lang's mouth, and his deep and impenetrable eyes stared at the hill for a long time, and then patted his horse away.

The desert is lonely, and the sun sets over the long river.

The figure outside the lonely Yanmen Pass was stretched by the setting sun for a long time, and everything seemed small in this vast frontier. In the distance, a white horse slowly moved forward in the sunset, there were two people sitting on the horse, one big and one small, and a big white dog was followed by the horse, which was probably also a lot of walking, hanging his head and walking listlessly.

The white clothes are like snow, the skin is like clotted fat, the beautiful face that does not provoke a trace of dust is more beautiful than the Yaochi fairy, and the otherworldly temperament is not like a person in the red dust.

The sinking fish and the wild goose are used to describe her and the shy flowers will only look vulgar, and the country and the city will only look cheap when used to describe her, this kind of woman is the red dust fairy, the leader of the flowers.

There is a little girl in front of her, who is also born with pink makeup, and a small face can squeeze out water, as if it came out of a painting, so cute that people feel pity.

"Mother, where has Daddy gone? We've been looking for it for so long!" the little girl asked sweetly, and although she tried her best to hide it, the trace of grievance in her words was still revealed.

The woman in white was Nan Mengying, she touched her beloved daughter's head, and said softly: "My mother has already sent a message to my father, and he must be looking for us now!

Xin'er shook her head, raised her jewel-like eyes to look at Nan Mengying, and said, "Xin'er is not tired, Xin'er wants to go to find her father with her mother!"

"Xin'er is so good!" Nan Mengying kissed Xin'er on the face, her little daughter is not only smart and cute, but also empathetic, really likable.

"Wang!" Snowball, who was hanging his head behind him, suddenly raised his head, looked ahead with a pair of sharp eyes, and screamed twice.

Nan Mengying and Xin'er also followed the snowball's gaze and looked forward, only to see that at the horizon of the yellow sand, a figure came out of the sun, looking so tall and calm.

His steps are unhurried, but they are so chic and free, just like Penglai Shangxian stepping on auspicious clouds, and his very gentle steps are four or five feet away.

Seeing that his figure was a few disillusioned, he moved out of Li Xu Yuan and came towards Nanmengying's mother and son.

"Mother, look, it's Daddy, Daddy is coming to us!" Xin'er looked at the person coming, turned around and pointed to the figure and shouted happily at Nanmengying, as if she had a treasure.

Nan Mengying just smiled and looked ahead, with a happy look, the rebelliousness of the past has been worn away by the years.

A white image is a fallen leaf, fluttering in front of the white horse, and the face like an iceberg of 10,000 years also became gentle after seeing the mother and son, revealing a rare smile.

"Daddy!" Xin'er opened her arms and smiled, her pink little face full of child-like cuteness.

Xia Xuehan nodded at Nan Mengying, a five-year husband and wife, everything had already been in plain sight, hugged Xin'er, lightly tapped her little nose, and said with a smile: "Xin'er is not well-behaved, do you know that it is very dangerous here, what if something happens?"

Xin'er's arm wrapped around Xia Xuehan's neck, her little face rubbed on his face, and she said coquettishly: "With her father and mother, Xin'er is not afraid of anything!"

Not to be outdone, Snowball barked twice and protested by snubbing it.

Xia Xuehan leaned down and touched its head, and said with a light smile: "You little guy protested, didn't you wish I wasn't there before?"

"Woo woo......" Snowball rubbed Xia Xuehan's legs, a dog face was full of innocence, and the corners of his eyes glanced at Nanmengying from time to time, trying to attract Xia Xuehan's attention.

Nan Mengying's face darkened, turned over and jumped off the horse, and scolded: "This white-eyed wolf betrayed me again!"

Of course, Xia Xuehan had long turned a blind eye to Nan Mengying's little temper, holding Xin'er with one hand, and gently brushing away a bit of dust from Nan Mengying's shoulder with the other, and said, "Let's go, let's go home!"

Nan Mengying nodded, and led the horse next to Xia Xuehan, a family of three, a horse and a dog are all plain white and colored, and they are not stained with dust.

"I heard that the Western Emperor and the Northern Emperor met at Yanmen Pass, you went to find out the truth and didn't encounter any danger, right?" Nan Mengying looked Xia Xuehan up and down carefully, and asked after not finding anything wrong.

Xia Xuehan looked at the vast wasteland, and said abruptly: "Not only the Western Emperor and the Northern Emperor, but also the Eastern Crazy Blood Slaughter Prince, hehe, it was very lively there yesterday!"

"Then ...... you" Nan Mengying asked eagerly, a little less reckless and uninhibited back then, after becoming a wife and mother, she had a lot more things in her heart, and much less than before.

As she said in the past, a woman's heart is too small, so small that she can only fit one person and one feeling, but a man's heart must be so big that she can pretend to be the world, power, money, and beauty......

"It's okay, I fought with the Blood Slaughter Prince, and I finally won!"

He didn't say anything superfluous, since he had a wife and a daughter, he also had something more on his shoulders, he was a man, and there were many things he would rather carry alone, never let them know, never let them worry.

He sighed softly, and his empty eyes reflected a bloody battle on the mound outside Yanmen Pass yesterday:

The yellow sand fell, and the two teenagers stood opposite each other, one of them was dressed in white, the tear-stained sword was shining with cold light, and a drop of crimson slowly emitted from the cold tip of the sword, shining with a crystal luster.

"Da!"

The moment that drop of red fell to the ground, the red-clothed young man behind him suddenly knelt down on one knee, Long Yuanjian was on the ground, a trace of blood overflowed from the corner of his mouth, and a thin red line appeared on his neck.

"Breaking my way of rebellion with the way of nature, my skills are not as good as others, you do it!" Mu Yufeng's rebelliousness between his eyebrows has faded a lot, and what remains is more just depression and loneliness.

Xia Xuehan didn't say a word, his body was as straight as a sword, and he walked forward.

"Why?" Mu Yufeng's voice trembled, was he not worthy of being his opponent at all? Although Fang Cai made Xia Xuehan suffer twice, the other party was not in any big trouble, but it was himself, who also lost two moves, but each move paid the price of blood.

Is the gap with him really a heavenly abyss? Now he doesn't even bother to kill himself......

"Alive, I want you to live to see the truth!" The cold words pierced his heart like an ice pick.

Isn't the truth what the eye sees......

Nan Mengying looked at the handsome and extraordinary face, and didn't ask any more, reached out and took his hand, and the family left with their backs to the sunset, and the shadow was very long, very long......

On the hill that is not very far away from them, a man and a horse look into the distance, the horse is a good horse, the person is graceful and luxurious, the clothes are like ink, a pair of black jade-like eyes staring at the family of three who left side by side in the distance, the pride in the eyes is gone, and the rest is only deep loneliness.

This book was first published in Reading Books