Jiaxing South Lake Lake Island, Yanyu Building. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

The spring rain was pouring down like smoke, and the calm surface of the lake was gradually fogging.

Murong Yixue slowly walked out of the painting boat, the smoke and rain had already wet his clothes, but he just stared at the smoke and rain not far away.

Yanyulou is located on a small island in the center of Nanhu Lake, surrounded by water, and can only be reached by boat.

This is also the place that Murong Yixue loved the most in the past, and among the pavilions in the south of the Yangtze River, the Yanyu Building is the most spiritual.

The most beautiful love usually takes place in the smoke and rain, among the flowers, the two love each other, hand in hand.

The painting boat has gradually come to the shore, the smoke and rain in front of the building is elegant and simple, the surrounding pavilions, rockeries, flower platforms, sparse and dense, scattered.

In front of him is the Yanyu Corridor, the vermilion fence, the fence is engraved with delicate carved patterns, Murong Yixue has slowly walked through the corridor and ascended the Yanyu Building.

Looking at the scenery of the South Lake from afar, the spring rain is misty, the lake surface is hazy, and the entire South Lake is also shrouded in this dream-like smoke.

The spring rain is drizzling, the breeze is blowing, where are the Yiren?

Finally, I want to meet the person who has been haunted by countless days and nights, the person who makes himself unable to eat and can't sleep at night and is addicted.

Who said that those who practice swords are ruthless? The sword is ruthless, but people are merciful.

Under the moon shadow night, the smoke and rain are hazy, where does the bright moon shine?

The moonlight was faint, and it was even more miserable in the smoke and rain, but I don't know when it became brighter.

Shangguan Mingyue did not come, but at this time, someone had slowly ascended the Yanyu Tower, this person was wearing a luxurious splendid robe, his temples were slightly white, but his long beard was still young black, his bright eyes were like cold stars, and the whole person was full of murderous aura, Murong Yixue's heart sank, and the whole person rose in the air and climbed onto the roof.

At this moment, he suddenly felt a chill in his heart, the sword behind him had been swung out, and the sword qi had been practiced like thunder in the nine heavens.

The power of this sword is enough to shock the soul of the sun and the moon, and make the heavens and the earth change color. Murong Yixue's whole person was shrouded in this brilliant sword qi, the pressure of this sword qi almost made Murong Yixue breathless, and no one could resist the edge of this sword.

But at this moment, the Long Yuan Sword was already unsheathed!

The sword qi pierced through the smoke and rain like a dragon, and met the sword qi as brilliant as the scorching sun, but Murong Yixue's figure was forced to take five steps back, barely standing among the rubble with the blade before stopping.

Looking at the man's pace, steady as the peak of the five mountains, for a long time, the corners of his mouth floated a happy smile, this move undoubtedly won him.

Only then did Murong Yixue see clearly the sword in his hand, it was a black rigid sword, and the sword body was faintly filled with a faint golden light, Murong Yixue smiled bitterly: "Huangfu Sect Master?"

The man nodded, and then said, "Murong Yixue, in recent years, you have neglected to practice swords? ”

For a swordsman, slowness is equal to death.

Murong Yixue's sword was nothing more than a smart and elegant sword move, but at this time, he only had less than thirty percent of his true power left, and although he didn't lose his swordsmanship, his internal strength had already been lost.

Huangfu Lingyun's Wei Daotai sword, the sword momentum is fierce, Murong Yixue just took a hard move, and he felt that his internal organs were about to crack, if he didn't hold on to his breath, he was afraid that he had vomited blood just now.

Murong Yixue said secretly, this Emperor Fu Lingyun is undoubtedly one of the best masters in the martial arts, even when he is in good health, it is difficult to defeat him. Murong Yixue knew that at most twenty moves, he would be killed by the sword of Emperor Fu Lingyun.

Before he could think about it, Emperor Fu Lingyun's fierce sword aura had struck again, Murong Yixue reluctantly took the sword move, and after each move, Murong Yixue felt the blood scab of the wound burst out, and blood gushed out. But I was surprised to find that although Huangfu Lingyun's sword momentum is known for its fierceness, it is too rigid and easy to break, and there is a slight flaw between every change of moves, if this flaw is placed in someone else's place, it is not a flaw, but Murong Yixue is not someone else after all.

Murong Yixue knew that this was his only chance to defeat Emperor Fu Lingyun.

The brilliant sword blade rose again, Murong Yixue had already seen that flaw, and at that moment, Long Yuan broke out of the air, this dustless sword, no one could stop it!

The swift sword light was already approaching Huangfu Lingyun's throat!But the sword blade was suddenly blocked by the Tai'a sword, like a fierce wind suddenly disappearing. Murong Yixue's face changed miserably, he knew that his strength was exhausted, Huangfu Lingyun was frightened, and shook Murong Yixue out with a backhand.

Murong Yixue's body fell heavily on the ridge of the roof, the cold rubble touched his chest, Murong Yixue only felt that the coldness spread from her head to her heels, and her body couldn't help but tremble slightly because of the cold.

Huangfu Lingyun gasped, as if his mood had not calmed down, but he couldn't help but let out an arrogant laugh: "Murong Yixue, you have been defeated!"

Murong Yixue's snow-white clothes had been stained red with blood, he couldn't help coughing, Huangfu Lingyun looked at him, and his face suddenly changed: "You... You've been wounded? This can't be! Who can hurt you?"

Only then did Huangfu Lingyun understand why Murong Yixue's sword moves had become slow and weak, the 'Sword God' Murong Yixue had become a god because of his fast sword, if it was such a swordsmanship, how could he defeat so many famous swordsmen in the martial arts in the past?

Murong Yixue's face was pale, and at this time, he suddenly aroused a flush, and shouted urgently: "Watch behind you!" But his voice was weak, his voice was swallowed up by the spring rain, Huangfu Lingyun didn't hear it clearly, and in an instant, Huangfu Lingyun's body was like a bloody arrow shooting, and his shoulders, back, and chest were already dripping with blood!

Huangfu Lingyun flew to Murong Yixue's side, holding the Tai'a sword and looking around vigilantly, only to see that the Yanyu Building had been heavily surrounded, and more than a dozen unknown masters wearing Ai Qing different clothes, all of them had a faint crescent moon printed on the placket, and the blades used were also different.

But among the many masters, the leader wore a miserable blue lion face mask, Murong Yixue recognized him, his face changed miserably, he had already thought that Long Duhe was definitely not a member of the Demon Sect, he designed to let himself go to Yanyu Tower, and I don't know what method he used to let Huangfu Lingyun come to the duel, what he wanted was to sit back and reap the benefits, no matter who won or lost, they could give the final fatal blow.

He remembered what sect master Xie Ange and Long Duhe had said about when they were in the Jade Emperor Villa before, who were they, and who was the mysterious sect master?

He found himself in a profound trap, being played by the mysterious Sect Master, and most terrifyingly, he might never know the truth of the whole thing.

Emperor Fu Lingyun only had fifty percent of his true power left at most at this time, and he was injured again, but fortunately the wound was not serious, he said in a deep voice: "Murong Yixue, if you are still worthy of your name as a sword god, get up and pick up your sword and kill it with me." ”

Murong Yixue only felt a surge of enthusiasm, he never thought that one day he would fight side by side with the Demon Sect Master.

Sometimes miracles happen like this, like dark clouds, as long as there is a glimmer of light, it represents hope.

Murong Yixue and Huangfu Lingyun joined forces, and it was this ray of light.

The dragon groan emitted by the sound of the dragon yuan sword breaking through the air, the sword aura of the Tai'a sword like thunder, and in an instant, the stagnant water on the ground was also stained red with blood, their own blood, the blood of the enemy.

In the hazy smoke and rain, Long Duhe stood there quietly, without the slightest intention of making a move.

It's like a famous painter looking at a beautiful ink painting.

A man dressed as a scholar walked over and said with a faint smile: "I think, the sect master doesn't want you to sacrifice so many masters in vain. He smiled elegantly, holding a feather-white folding fan in his hand and a silver-white sword at his waist.

Long Duhe actually sighed at this time: "I just feel pity. ”

The scholar smiled again: "Huangfu Lingyun is left to you, Murong Yixue I will kill it with my own hands." ”

Long Duhe sneered and said, "At this time, Murong Yixue can't even hold the sword steadily, what kind of ability do you have to kill him at this time?"

Of the twelve crescent suit masters, six of them had fallen to the ground at this moment, and the sword edge of Huangfu Lingyun rose again, and the fierce sword qi shot down the person who rushed up again at the bottom of the South Lake Pool.

Long Duhe's eyes flashed with light, and he couldn't help but admire: "Huangfu Lingyun's swordsmanship is really not weaker than Shangguan Yun in the past, if he is at the peak of his physical strength, even I am not sure to defeat him." ”

The scholar actually laughed evilly at this moment: "Regardless of whether he Murong Yixue is injured or checkmate, as long as I think of killing him, I can't help but pierce his heart with a sword excitedly." ”

For some reason, this person has such a deep obsession with Murong Yixue, he is the top master mentioned by Nalan Ziqing earlier, the 'Killer Scholar' Ximen Yu, his sword is pure, and he is also the ninth sharp weapon on the famous sword list.

Before the words fell, Ximen Yu had already flown towards Murong Yixue like a ghost, Huangfu Lingyun saw his figure, and secretly said that this person was by no means an ordinary person, he made a false move, and jumped down the smoke and rain building with Murong Yixue.

Ximen Yu looked at the figures of the two of them fleeing, but did not chase them, Long Duhe said coldly: "Why don't you chase them?"

Ximen Yu smiled faintly: "Do you know the pleasure of a hunter when he pursues his prey? If this island in the middle of the lake is not by boat, there is nowhere to escape, I will slowly watch him die." ”

Even a cold-blooded and ruthless person like Long Duhe shuddered at this time, this seemingly elegant scholar has some distorted and perverted elements in his psychology.

Suddenly, a voice like a hellish soul said coldly: "If you don't chase, I'll chase." "I saw the figure of the pitch-black robe flashing by, and it had gradually disappeared into the misty smoke and rain, and this person was the 'jade-faced Shura' Liu Wuming.

Huangfu Lingyun took Murong Yixue all the way to the outside of the West Imperial Tablet Pavilion, and a mouthful of blood spurted out, although his injuries were not serious, but at this time he was exhausted.

Murong Yixue looked at him face to face, and couldn't help laughing at this time. Huangfu Lingyun said sadly: "You and I are famous in our lives, but at this moment, we are like the generals of a defeated army and abandon our armor and flee. ”

Murong Yixue was silent for a long time, and suddenly said, "No, you didn't escape, I was the one who escaped." Huangfu Lingyun was stunned, and he didn't understand what he meant for a while.

Murong Yixue smiled: "So you'd better go back quickly and gather your subordinates, and I..." He suddenly coughed up blood, obviously his injuries were out of control. "I won't take these rabbles into account yet, there is a captain in Nandutou, you go and leave here by boat. ”

Huangfu Lingyun stared at him, and was silent for a long time, and suddenly smiled: "Although this idea is good, I don't want to leave at the moment." He looked at the Mighty Taia in his hand, and said in a deep voice, "I can still kill people, so you go first, and when I kill them all, I will go and join you." ”

Murong Yixue held his hand tightly, and said in a trembling voice: "I can't..."Huangfu Lingyun interrupted him, and laughed loudly: "You go back to recuperate, if you let me see your sick appearance next time, my Tai'a Sword will not show mercy to you." ”

Murong Yixue wanted to say something, but Huangfu Lingyun had already pushed him out, and reflexively fought with the crescent suit master who had caught up, shouting: "You don't want to leave quickly!"

His sword momentum was so powerful that the masters didn't dare to take a step closer for a while.

Huangfu Lingyun turned around and said, "If there is a chance, let's have a good competition again!"

Murong Yixue staggered and walked for an unknown amount of time, only to feel that every step weighed more than a thousand catties, he couldn't walk anymore, he just lay on the ground among a bush of flowers, the rain flowed over his cheeks, bringing a touch of coolness, but he already felt that his consciousness began to blur... He held his eyes and tried not to let himself fall asleep, and even the pain of the sword wound in his chest gradually disappeared...

I don't know how long it took, Murong Yixue felt that her body was gradually warming. He felt that he was lying in a warm and fragrant world, and the rain was gentle when it fell, and he regained consciousness, and slowly opened his eyes, and saw Bai Yunxi.

It wasn't rain, it was her tears.

He was in Bai Yunxi's arms at this time, her body was as warm as the sun, Murong Yixue was speechless, staring at her, there should be a thousand words, but at the moment it was silent.

Bai Yunxi saw him wake up, her beautiful eyes were full of joy, and she said softly: "Your body is cold, I'm really worried... You won't wake up again. ”

Murong Yixue looked at her gently, and suddenly asked, "Where are we now?"

Bai Yunxi wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes and replied softly, "We are on the island in the middle of Nanhu Lake." ”

As soon as these words came out, Murong Yixue was shocked, and said in a lost voice: "Can they go?"

Bai Yunxi shook his head blankly and said softly, "Who are they?"

Murong Yixue was stunned for a long time and asked, "Didn't you see anyone when you came?"

Bai Yunxi looked at Murong Yixue with water-like eyes, and said with a smile: "Since I arrived on this island, I have been looking for you everywhere, I... Didn't recognize the place, but found you quickly. ”

She laughed, like a hundred flowers blooming, as soft as a spring breeze, Murong Yixue couldn't help but look at it stupidly.

Murong Yixue said secretly, could it be that they have already left? Emperor Fu Lingyun in order to protect me... I don't know what happened now. He knew very well that Huangfu Lingyun's approach was right, if it was with Murong Yixue's true strength at that time, let alone resist Huangfu Lingyun for a while, he would only lose his life in an instant, and Huangfu Lingyun would still be caught up.

"Brother Yixue..."Murong Yixue came back to her senses, but she was stunned again. Bai Yunxi blushed and said, "I heard Yu Rou call you that... You're older, and I'll call you that from now on, okay?"

Murong Yixue couldn't help but hug her gently, and said softly, "Okay." As long as you want, I'll be happy with whatever you call it. ”

But he couldn't help but look solemn again, and said softly: "Yunxi, we are not safe at this time, I'm afraid that those who are chasing me haven't left this island yet." ”

Bai Yunxi shook his head slightly, held his hand, and said softly: "I already thought about it when I came, even if I die with you, I will never regret it." ”

Murong Yixue's eyes lit up, it was a confident light, like a renewed hope for life.

He was determined that he would never die, and he would never let Bai Yunxi be hurt, and there would be a better life waiting for him in the future.

He re-grasped the undefeated Seven-Star Dragon Yuan Sword, and at this moment, he was the unique 'Sword God' Murong Yixue in the heavens and on the earth.