Legend of the Great Sage - 1663. Chapter 1660 Yu Zijian

Cangshan is like the sea, and the moon is like frost.

A tall figure walked alone along a rugged mountain ridge, both sides are filled with abysses, deep and dark night breeze blowing from the valley, one step into the air is crushed to pieces, but he closed his eyes and strode forward. Still muttering something in his mouth.

“The soul has forgotten the death from the confidant…the whereabouts fall, and the shadow is long sorrowful; arrogant, scratching his head and self-love…The people who weep in ancient and modern times, Bian and Weier; who are the things of the inverted group, who is Bo Leyi?… Yu Huai, three years of extinction, looking sideways, no home in the world… In the world, you only need to close your eyes and step to listen to the lowness of creation!”

Suddenly opened his eyes and sighed: “Yes, so lonely!”

He came to this world inexplicably and was trapped in a small mountain village, in the shell of a child. No one can know, no one can understand, out of place, and often to blame. Only with the cow as a company, talking to the cow is like crazy and foolish. In comparison, those who are hungry, cold, and humiliated by brothers and sisters are easier to tolerate.

It is precisely because of this experience that I move forward so resolutely and never look back.

This time it was an exception. He originally wanted to come to this world to indulge his heart and have a good time, but he was somehow evoked a thousand kinds of melancholy.

Do not lean on the fence alone, the past is unbearable.

“How come I, a person who never looks back, did such a stupid thing?”

He shook his head, but simply let go of his attachment, letting his thoughts overflow.

For a time, the wind howled, hurriedly soaring into the sky.

God moves thoughts, heaven and earth reverberate.

The forest is destroyed by wind and water. Wanli Cangshan became turbulent.

Dark clouds rolled and filled, engulfing the bright moon. A piece of snowflakes fell quietly from the sky and landed on his shoulders. In the blink of an eye, there was a heavy snowfall.

Picture after picture flashed before my eyes, intertwined with past and present lives, all blurred and indistinguishable.

“Maybe this is just a big dream. When you wake up from the dream, you will be in a warm bed.” When he first came to this world, he had thought about it countless times.

Looking up at this time, only the wind and snow covered his face and the high mountains and roads were dangerous.

Such wind and snow always reminded him of the hard and desperate climbing on Ice Sword Cliff. It seems that he has never come down, and has been climbing up.

Even afterwards, he restored the appearance of human beings and once again returned to the world: entering Jiaping City, becoming an eagle and wolf guard, killing Zhuo Zhibo, and the old man of Dou Sanshan… This storm has never stopped.

The snow is getting bigger and bigger, gradually covering the shoulders, obliterating the rugged road, and the mountains are turning white.

All the pictures condense and converge, a pair of gentle bull eyes, watching him quietly, listening to his self-talk.

“Brother Niu, are you so lonely too?”

In an instant, I suddenly understood that mood, as if he was watching the crescent moon, and as he expected Li Long.

Before he knew it, the man’s stalwart figure had become within reach. Just take one step forward and pat his shoulder, and say: “Brother Niu, I’m here.”

He opened his mind, full of wind and snow, and praised: “It’s snowing!”

In his heart is the endless wind and snow, but in the dreams of others it is the endless drizzle.

Outside the small city, the gloomy sky weighed on the desolate wilderness.

“Chenglu, hold on, I won’t let you die, I will definitely kill the monster, save you, save everyone!”

Her beautiful face was also covered with haze, but her eyes were as firm as iron, and purple light was faintly revealed. Putting the painful and struggling friend in her arms gently on the ground, took off the treasure bag from her waist, turned and walked towards the small town filled with monsters.

Behind the mottled earth wall, men and women, young and old, lie in the streets and alleys stumblingly, with dull expressions, empty eyes, like dead bodies, but their chests are breathing clearly up and down, and black spots in the white of their eyes swim from time to time.

A cloud of black mist filled the sky above the city. It was composed of countless black bugs, but it was a very rare monster-the miasma.

When she walked into the city again, the black mist yelled again: “You dare to come back, then stay here too and become my blood!”

Everyone stood up, densely packed, motionless, only their eyes moved with her figure, silent and weird. Following the order of the miasma, he suddenly roared in unison, hysterical, and ignored the tearing of his vocal cords, which was worse than the howl of a wild beast.

Although the city is small, there are tens of thousands of residents, and this sound is like a mountain and a crack, enough to scare the timid to death. Even the low drooping clouds were shaken, and there was a drizzle of rain.

Under the rain, she remained motionless, hanging her head, clenching the hilt of the sword tightly. Niu Juxia once said to her that one must be decisive and not be merciful. She kept it in her heart.

He also said: “Purple is the color of supreme respect, and the sword is the king of a hundred soldiers. The holy monarch and the lord, the purple energy comes from the east. Sweeping the world, unifying Liuhe. Open forever peace, become great benevolence and great kindness.”

So when she raised her head, the purple light in her eyes was like a king.

“The monster controls everyone in the city. If you want to save someone, you must-kill!”

The sea of people rushed in, the sword gas swept away, dozens of heads flew up, blood spurted for several feet in the cavity, and there were wisps of black mist at the same time.

A few drops of blood flew on her white face, scarlet and dazzling, she did not move, she must cherish every bit of true energy, and can not be used to do such unnecessary things.

The crowd controlled by the miasma was not afraid of death, trampled on the headless corpse, cracked its knees, and pounced at a speed that ordinary people could not have.

She soared into the air, struck a head, and landed lightly on the blue tiled house beside the road.

The crowd rushed up like a tide. She twisted her waist, turned around and cut several people with a sword. Her internal organs slipped, blood spattered, and a few plum blossoms bloomed in her purple clothes.

Amid the roar of the mountain whistling and the tsunami, the roof she was standing on was like an isolated island, with “tide water” constantly beating up.

Regardless of any exquisite swordsmanship, even the sword qi did not dare to move, just relying on the sharpness of the Nine Suns sword in his hand, it cuts horizontally and vertically, like a hatchet. Wherever the Jianfeng went, flesh and blood, broken bones, stumps and broken arms flying all over the sky, instantly dyed red and purple clothes.

There was a sudden shaking under her feet, and her body was unstable. Under the pressure of countless people, the house was about to fall, and a middle-aged woman behind her took the opportunity to pounce on her.

Without looking back, she stood up and leaned back, with a muffled sound, accompanied by a “cracking” bone shattering sound, the woman flew back upside down, her internal organs were torn apart, her bones were shattered, and she vomited out of her mouth. A puff of black smoke.

Rumble! The house collapsed and the smoke filled. She had landed in the alley next to her, she swept away, and then she had a panoramic view of everything around her, and then she waved a sword and killed a few people.

Point your toes, turn over the wall, and land in a small square courtyard paved with blue bricks, relax your muscles and adjust your breath slightly.

When the crowds overturned the brick wall and they turned their backs on their horses, she took advantage of the situation and killed another one, and then withdrew from a courtyard before being surrounded.

She fought and walked in the city, fighting against every house and every wall, grasping every inch of time to regain her strength.

Man, kill. Woman, kill. Old man, kill. Cub, kill.

The town became a slaughterhouse, with corpses all over the floor and blood rushing.

She was also covered in blood, but her eyes were clear and clear, showing no mercy or hesitation, and acting full of order and efficiency. It is neither ruthless nor cruel and bloodthirsty. All this is to save people, even if only one flower is saved in the end.

Grief? Angry? Fear? I’m afraid there are all of them, but there is another thing that carries through her mind and sword edge, revealing a deeply hidden essence.

It is precisely because of this kind of thing that after many years, facing the powerful monster Qiangshi transformed by the killing stone, she can still not be disturbed by her talents and supernatural powers, and fall into a frenzied killing, yet she dared to swing a sword at it. Li Qingshan was amazed.

Although she had been low for a long time before that, others thought she was full of guilt for today’s slaughter. Of course there was such an emotion, but she was the only one who knew that she was afraid of who she was today.

This, even Niu Juxia didn’t know.

I don’t know how many people have been killed under the sword. several hundred? several thousand? I only remember that the last man slaughtered the whole city with a sword, and finally beheaded the miasma. How old was she in that year? How many people have been killed now?

Thinking of this, she suddenly lowered her sword, ignoring the turbulent sea of people in front of her, and smiled to the sky: “Niu Juxia, it’s not good to break into people’s dreams casually.”

Li Qingshan folded his arms and fell from the sky: “It’s been a long time, Zijian. Maybe you should call you the Palace Master of Hidden Sword, or the Sword Emperor of Zixiao!”