Chapter 255: The World of Swords

"The cold moon shines on the lonely city, and the white clouds are my peak!" A voice that was colder than the moon and lighter than snow rippled out silently, Mu Hao raised his head fiercely, raised his eyes and looked at the palace buildings, he knew where he was at the moment, in the sword world of Shi Song.

Shi Song was still dressed in white, his clothes were flying, like floating clouds, standing under the cold moon, like an immortal who was deceited by the mortal world, but he saw a figure standing in the snow fluttering in the sky. Yes, Mu Hao could only see a figure like snow, but he couldn't see this figure clearly, although this figure was close at hand, it seemed to be far away.

Even after a glance, Mu Hao only felt a chill, retracted his gaze, and his gaze froze on Shi Song's body. At this moment, Mu Hao's mood became inexplicably heavy, Shi Song was still the lonely and self-admiring Baiyun City Lord, but he lacked the freedom of the first meeting, as if he had earthly shackles to bind him.

A clear sound that seemed to come from nine heavens away, tearing open the cold moonlight, and under Mu Hao's gaze, a sword light appeared. Shi Song's sword is still like that, fluttering, cold, ethereal, arrogant, this originally ethereal sword, but it is a little heavy, heavy makes this sword seem fast, but extremely slow.

As long as the whole century, Mu Hao's eyes did not move, looking at this sword light imprinted in the depths of his soul, in a trance, the sword that scattered thousands of floating clouds and this sword light slowly overlapped together, death is like the quiet beauty of autumn leaves, life is like the splendor of summer flowers, quiet as the ethereal white clouds, and moving like the beauty of flying immortals.

"This is Shi Song, this is the sword killing sword technique, after falling into the temple of the mortal dust hall, the killing sword that has once again broken free from the shackles of the world!" Mu Hao muttered softly. In an instant, the moonlight hanging in the sky seemed to have lost its original coldness.

The cold moonlight gradually dimmed, but Mu Hao felt that the bright moon had lost its previous brilliance, the cold moon shone on the lonely city, the lonely city was silent, who did the cold moon shine on?

The snow fell in a stream, drowning Mu Hao's sight, and the pitch black once again flooded Mu Hao's whole body like a tide. Until a little spot of light appeared in front of him, Mu Hao found that he had been in the Tower of Atonement again, the surging sense of power in his body was still there, and the pool of blood everywhere was still flowing slowly.

"Crunch!" the heavy iron door let out a feeble scream, and then slowly opened.

Sun Shuwei frowned slightly, he waited outside the iron gate for several hours, until the moment the thick breath dissipated, he hesitated for a moment before pushing the iron door open. It's just that the front foot hasn't stepped in yet, and in an instant, Sun Shuwei has a feeling of chills all over his body, like from a sunny afternoon to a gloomy night.

Especially when he saw Mu Hao sitting in a pool of blood, an indescribable feeling filled his heart. The thin back gave him a feeling of loneliness, and the panic seeping in his heart made Sun Shuwei forget what he was going to say next.

"Senior brother, I'll stay for a while!" The flat voice was tingling with coldness, the kind of indifference that rejects people thousands of miles away, but it gives people an irresistible majesty. Hearing this, Sun Shuwei nodded slightly, and cautiously withdrew from the third layer, until he walked out, Sun Shuwei found that his whole body had been soaked in cold sweat, which was terrible.

"It's so deep that it's scary. Sun Shuwei said with palpitations: "Could it be that the breakthrough failed and hit him so hard?"

The death silence outside the dim Tower of Atonement was terrible, Mu Hao sat on a pool of blood, his eyes fell on the blood flower in front of him without focus, and the peerless elegance of the amazing sword under the moon filled Mu Hao's mind, this sword seemed to make Mu Hao forget everything.

Outside the tower, the afterglow of the remnant sun was like a burning flame, covering a large area of the sky and falling on the hideous iron tower. In front of the solemn vermilion wall, Shi Yongxin stood with his hands in his hands, staring at the Tower of Atonement directly in front of him with a slightly cold gaze, and behind him stood countless disciples of the Red Void Palace.

In front of the Tower of Atonement, the middle-aged man and the other three law enforcers stood on the ancient road like an ancient tree standing in the wind on the side.

"Quiet!", all that was quiet was the rustle of the autumn wind blowing through the fallen leaves. They were all waiting, waiting for the time when the prostrate beast would open its bloody mouth again.

Shi Qinghan was also waiting, and the green silk swaying on his shoulders was so moving. But its dark blue eyes are extremely cold, and the beautiful eyes are motionless, giving people a sense of coldness, adding a touch of coldness to this natural beauty. It's just that when the hazy twilight spreads from the distant sky to the whole world, there is no longer the slightest sound in the dead tower of atonement, it is like a long-dusted tomb, quietly stored in the twilight.

"The hour is almost up, and the Tower of Atonement hasn't been opened yet?"

"Could he have died in the Tower of Atonement?" The dead silence lasted for an unknown amount of time, and in the crowd, a hoarse voice appeared, as if stirring up a thousand waves, and instantly became extremely noisy: "That is to say, we have been making trouble for a long time, and we have been waiting here in vain." ”。

"It's really disappointing, it's rare to take the time to visit. Standing at the head of the crowd, Shi Yongxin's face was cold. Then he looked at the tower, and when the heavens and the earth were shining with stars, he did not see the tower of atonement open again. He shook his head in disappointment, and a little boredom and annoyance welled up in the depths of his indifferent eyes: "Telling the prince of Qin Zheng this news is indispensable to blame." ”。

When the words fell, Shi Yongxin no longer continued to pay attention, but slowly withdrew his gaze, turned around and walked out of the crowd. Many disciples of the Red Void Palace from Western Qin followed suit, and they were also disappointed. In an instant, the originally black crowd seemed to have dispersed a lot, and there were very few.

Shi Qinghan's eyelashes, like those outlined by an ink pen, trembled fiercely in the wind, and there was also a touch of irrepressible panic on his cold face. Looking at the hideous iron tower's eyes, as if she had lost focus, her slender jade hand clenched slightly, showing her inner uneasiness, and walked down the attic with some hurried lotus steps, and walked into the tower of atonement. It was followed by a purple shadow, but its pace was not hurried, just a little heavy.

"Open the tower!", with a cold voice with a unique sharpness, Shi Qinghan walked over.

"Without a warrant from the Temple of Torture, the Tower of Atonement will never be opened at will. ”

"The hour has come, and if he doesn't appear, it means that he is dead in the Tower of Atonement, and even if he opens the Tower at this moment, it will not help. The middle-aged man was stunned and saw Mu Hao walk out of the Tower of Atonement twice. He had no doubt that Mu Hao would walk out with a calm face like the previous two times, and then show a bright smile to himself.

The middle-aged man had a slightly regretful voice, like a sharp blade, shattering Shi Qinghan's only remaining illusion. Shi Qing stared at the middle-aged man with cold eyes, and his hands holding the corners of his clothes were a little white because he was too hard: "You want to see people in life, and you want to see corpses in death." ”。

Turning around slowly, the middle-aged man looked at the lady of the sky who had lost her calmness, and the corners of his mouth flashed with bitterness, "There are countless demon beasts in the Tower of Atonement, if a person dies, can those beasts let him go?"

Shi Qinghan's slender delicate body suddenly trembled slightly, just like the swaying and swaying dead leaves, thinking of the bloody scene of countless hideous demon beasts gnawing on Mu Hao's corpse and splitting it, Shi Qinghan's cold eyes were already dead ashes. Then he turned around slowly, dragging a somewhat weak pace, and dissipated into the approaching night. The purple shadow that followed followed stood motionless, looking at the black tower with his eyes all the time, like a husband waiting to return from the expedition.

Seeing Shi Qinghan's departure, an enforcer slowly withdrew his gaze and looked at the middle-aged man: "My lord, did he really die in the Tower of Atonement?"

"Maybe!" The middle-aged man sighed lowly, and once again swept his gaze to the dead black iron tower, his heart was full of regret, and he shook his head and left The two law enforcers also sighed suddenly, this is probably the reason why you often walk by the river, how can you not get your shoes wet.

There was only a small voice, which sounded in this sudden sigh: "He will definitely come out, because his name is Mu Hao." The one who spoke out was the woman in a purple dress who came with Shi Qinghan.

In the dimly lit room, Sun Shuwei was standing aside with a respectful face.

"He's out of the tower?" the old man sat upright on the altar, his eyelids not raised.

Sun Shuwei shook his head, a little compassionate: "Elder Jing, let him stay longer." You haven't seen it with your own eyes, his lost appearance, and if I were him, I would definitely be devastated. I now know why he is not popular in the palace gate, people like them are always ostracized by others. ”。

His eyes widened slightly, and the old man said, "This is not in accordance with the rules?"

"Although the rules of the Tower of Atonement are formulated by the Temple of Torture, in this Tower of Atonement, the rules are not decided by you. Sun Shuwei persuaded bitterly: "Besides, with his current state, if he goes out of the tower, if any of the outer disciples provokes him again without long eyes, he will have to enter the tower again after a while." ”。

"Then it's up to you!" the old man's eyes moved slightly, thinking about the same reason.

Hearing this, Sun Shuwei breathed a sigh of relief, and his eyes turned to the narrow corridor in the distance again. I can vaguely see that Mu Hao is a little lonely. The choking smell of blood permeated the entire Tower of Atonement. Mu Hao's eyes were slightly closed, and he slowly opened them after half a ring, frowning and staring at the somewhat dead pool of blood, his dark eyes had the depth of the night sky, but they were cold. This coldness is like the cold moonlight, like the blood flowers blowing in the snow.

The coldness in his eyes gradually faded, and Mu Hao frowned slightly, pondering. At the time of this breakthrough, the scene of the past reappeared again. Just as I guessed, once I broke through, there would be the previous scene. His mind was slightly condensed, deducing the sword killing sword technique in his heart, a smile appeared on the corner of Mu Hao's mouth, after this time, he obviously felt the change, at least he felt the killing sword sword technique, which was more relaxed than before.

At the same time, Mu Hao also had some expectations for the sword moves that would appear next time to kill the sword technique. Slowly getting up, Mu Hao looked at the open iron door, and could vaguely see the ghost fire flickering in the distance, he didn't know how much time it took to break through, but thinking about it, it was also the moment to get out of the tower, but Sun Shuwei did not appear.

Since Sun Shuwei did not appear, Mu Hao was not in a hurry to get out of the tower. Pressing the hilt of the sword slightly, feeling the surging power in it, Mu Hao's front feet were slightly raised, and he took one step, and the dark sword light like water surged out, and the sneer suddenly rose in the dead and silent tower of atonement, and the sword qi like a match passed through.

Mu Hao didn't know that a few moments ago, there were countless people outside the Tower of Atonement, waiting for him to appear. I don't know Shi Qinghan's uneasiness, the confidence of the woman in the purple skirt, and I don't know how Sun Shuwei is worried about how to comfort himself. He is like a child who has been given a new toy and begins to wonder what is fun about the new toy.

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