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Chapter 483: The sword is no longer out

The invitation to Danchen made everyone fall into contemplation. Pen ~ Fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info then only listened to Mu Hao, and said slowly: "With the passage of time, the cemetery in the map of the Sword Domain will continue to be discovered by the disciples of the major forces. These disciples, who have obtained the inheritance, will increase their strength by leaps and bounds, especially those who are Zhao Kuo and Tai Yesheng. The talents of these people are already extremely demonic, and once they get the inheritance of the cemetery, their cultivation will be even more rapid and sophisticated. ”

"If you want to monopolize the Heavenly Netherworld Cemetery, unless you have the strength to surpass the disciples of the six major forces. With my current strength, I can't do this yet. Now cooperating with Zhao Kuo and others is obviously the wisest choice. Mu Hao nodded slightly, and said in a deep voice: "We are all disciples of the Red Void Palace, whether it is from the interests of the palace gate or our own interests, I think I have no reason to refuse, I agree to this cooperation." ”。

Hearing Mu Hao's agreement, Danchen breathed a sigh of relief. Obviously, the strength of the former is a big help for them, "At the current speed at which the jade sword appears, I'm afraid that in a few months, all of them will appear." During this time, Mu Hao was optimistic about the Heavenly Immortal Jade Sword in his hand. ”。

"Senior Sister Danchen, you too. Mu Hao said lightly.

"The teams of the Ling Xiao Sect and the Qin family are all haunted here, and I am afraid that there will be other teams around here. Here, Leader Muhao, it's better not to stay for a long time. Danchen looked around vigilantly, and then said goodbye to Mu Hao. While there were still five jade swords to appear, she didn't want to miss any opportunity to get the Heavenly Immortal Jade Sword.

"Senior sisters, senior brothers, go slowly. Mu Hao bowed slightly.

"Xiao Nuan!" Danchen took a few steps, and when he saw that Su Nuan hadn't followed, he immediately called. I saw Su Nuan blinking her beautiful eyes, staring directly at Mu Hao, and at the end, she didn't forget to cover her mouth and smile: "Leader Mu Hao, you are so beautiful." ”。

The chuckle like a silver bell swayed, and Mu Hao looked at the five figures in the distance, his face slightly dark. This is the first time that someone has described him as beautiful, and at this moment, a pair of slender and slender jade hands appeared in front of Mu Hao's eyes in vain. Shen Yuemei smiled with a smile, pinched Mu Hao's face, and giggled: "That little girl is right, you are really getting more and more beautiful recently, and I am getting more and more pitiful." ”。

Mu Hao glanced at Shen Yue helplessly, "Don't take the opportunity to eat my tofu, it's time to pack up the loot." Hearing this, Shen Yue's beautiful eyes lit up slightly, and she immediately beckoned to Sun Hao and pounced towards those corpses.

See this scene. Mu Hao shook his head slightly, touching the place that had just been pinched by Shen Yue, and he could vaguely smell the residual fragrance on it. At this moment, the melodious sound of the sword groan sounded in Mu Hao's mind in vain, and Mu Hao's body shook slightly, "Is it finally here?" I thought it wouldn't come. ”。

"I'm going to practice for a while, no matter what the situation, don't bother me. Mu Hao's eyes closed slightly, only to feel that the sound of the sword in his mind was getting stronger and stronger, and the vision in front of him gradually blurred, until he fell into endless darkness.

"The cold moon shines on the lonely city, the sword road blows light snow, the way follows me, I follow the way!" The voice of ancient vicissitudes, like maggots attached to the bones, echoed in Mu Hao's mind. The cold moonlight, tearing through the endless darkness, was reflected in Mu Hao's black eyes, Mu Hao slowly opened his eyes, and raised his eyes to look at the undulating majestic palace in front of him.

The catkins-like snowflakes slowly swayed down, spreading silver frost all over the ground. The biting cold wind, gently blowing the corners of the cornices, and the oppressive breath seeped out into the red tile carved wall. Mu Hao's gaze swept over the ten thousand city towers, staying under the full moon sinking in the west. I saw a lonely figure like snow standing upright, like a sculpture that has stood on the main hall since ancient times, and the cold moonlight outlined their pale and cold faces even more lonely.

"On the night of the full moon, the top of the red void, a sword comes from the west, and the immortal of the sword. Mu Hao muttered softly, the familiar scene in front of him had been imprinted in the depths of Mu Hao's soul, but when he witnessed this scene again, Mu Hao still couldn't suppress the shock and inexplicable depression in his heart. His gaze stopped on the ice-cold figure of the distant mountains on the road, "Shi Song!".

Only after truly comprehending Shi Song's sword path can Mu Hao fully understand the loneliness that Shi Song can't dissolve in the middle of the night. In the world of Shi Song, the only embellishment is the sea of white clouds, holding the sword alone and walking in the vast sword path.

Turning his eyes slightly, Mu Hao looked at Shi Song, his figure was still standing in the wind and snow. His gaze is no longer as cold as in the past, when Mu Hao first saw him, but in the depths of his lonely eyes, there are still lonely shadows from time to time.

Pale moon, pale sword, pale face, Mu Hao looked at the two white clothes like snow, and muttered in a low voice: "It turns out that when the loneliness spreads, whether it is Shi Song with a bright sword or Shi Song who is standing, they are all the same loneliness, and they are all so lonely all the time. The loneliness of being cold in a high place can only be experienced by people in high places. Shi Song may be the kind of person who knows the cold but prefers the cold!"

These two figures, one as cold as the ice and snow on the distant mountains, and the other as lonely as a meteor on a winter night. At this moment, a melodious sword groan rippled in an instant. Suddenly, I saw the sword qi rushing into the sky, the starlight dimmed, and the silver moon faded. Shi Song stared at the sword peak in his hand, his gaze never stayed in any place, it was so casual and natural, the charm of the Tao.

The breeze blew through the long-standing Red Void Palace, blowing the endless snowflakes. Shi Song walked out slowly with a sword, his clothes flying, like floating clouds, like immortals who have been deprived of the mortal world, elegant and unparalleled. Looking at the cold sword peak, Mu Hao suddenly felt that this moonlight was as cold as the snow of the remnants of winter.

"Sonorous!" a clear sound that seemed to be nine days away tore through the biting cold wind. Under Mu Hao's gaze, Shi Song's sword seemed to have been unsheathed, and this sword peak, which had made the starry sky look in vain, became inexplicably heavy. This heaviness, like being bound by an invisible thread, cannot move.

All the brilliance in heaven and earth was concentrated on this immortal sword, and that pair of equally white hands seemed to be held on it. At the moment when the wind and snow first rose, this immortal sword had been pierced out, and the stunning and beautiful sword light broke free from the shackles of the world, leaving the world independent of heaven and earth.

Quiet as the ethereal white clouds, moving like the beautiful sword light of the flying immortals, it slowly stabbed towards the heaven and earth. Mu Hao clenched his hands and turned his gaze to Shi Song, his gaze was no longer as cold as before, and the ancient sword in his hand was not as sharp as before, it was the invisible thread that bound Shi Song's sword. Mu Hao knew that the current Shi Song was no longer the sword immortal of the past, his sword was originally the sword of the sword immortal, but now he has human feelings, he is no longer an immortal, but a human.

His eyes stared at the cold sword peak in Shi Song's hand, and at the moment when the sword and sheath were about to touch, the breeze gently flicked away its sword peak. It was as if I saw a series of blood flowers, swaying down at Shi Song's sword peak again.

At this moment, it seemed to become an eternity, and then it merged into the depths of Mu Hao's soul. Even if he had witnessed it in the past, the heaviness in Mu Hao's heart was still so depressing. Slowly raising his head, Mu Hao's gaze moved away from the sword peak, and then turned to the sky. I saw that the starlight had been extinguished, and the moonlight had been buried in the dawn, but this world was even colder and darker.

Mu Hao saw Shi Song gently blowing the blood on the sword, and the huge red void peak, as if only this white-clothed figure was left. Through the sword body that was as shiny as snow, Mu Hao saw the lonely pale face reflected on it. There is indescribable tiredness and loneliness in those eyes, he may always be able to taste the loneliness of loneliness alone, his heart is colder, his people seem more lonely, in this huge world, who else can be worthy of him to draw his sword?

Mu Hao saw Shi Song hide his sword, and with the cold sword light, he disappeared into the purple and gold dawn. The cold snow gradually covered up, and the dazzling red. Mu Hao felt that the sword had lost its coldness in the past, Shi Song's sword was no longer out, whose sword would be chanted in the wind and snow in the future, this is the way of the sword?

Looking at this back, Mu Hao chased after him, just like he saw in the past, the figure walking in the ancient road with the slanting sun, but this figure was even colder, because his heart was cold.