The memory returned to the Wu Zhu Palace in southern Xinjiang, and Lu Weifang saw the three sword shadows in the sky for the first time.
At that time, the sword shadow had not yet solidified, and perhaps it was more appropriate to describe it as sword energy.
Moreover, Yue Chuyun needed to be stimulated by music to condense the three sword shadows in the sky.
But now, the three sword shadows solidified instantly and fell slowly, giving people a strange feeling.
Every time the sword shadow lands, the murderous intent in the surrounding heaven and earth becomes colder.
Back then, the image of three sword shadows defeating the five great masters of Wu Zhu Palace and exerting the power of heaven and earth vaguely appeared in Lu Weifang's mind.
Now, the power of these three sword shadows must be different from before.
Whether he can take on these three sword shadows depends on the strength of the young man in white in front of him.
In the blink of an eye, the man in white made the wisest decision.
He raised his hand and formed a sword energy.
He shot out and the target was clearly Jun Che.
Then he condensed a sword energy towards Jun Wuxia as quickly as possible.
And go.
The moment his eyes were locked, Jun Wuxia felt that his breathing stopped involuntarily for a moment, and his eyes were fixed on the oncoming sword energy.
Although the opponent was very fast, the finger in Jun Wuxia's eyes seemed to have passed a long time. , enough for her to see life and death clearly.
Jun Wuxia didn't know if the people around him would save him.
Maybe they would.
After all, the man in white in front of him was everyone's enemy, but he was also not a friend.
Between life and death, Jun Wuxia had no time to think about other things, but he was thinking, if he were anyone around him, would anyone help him?
Even if you are defeated, someone will fight to save you.
In an instant, Jun Wuxia seemed to understand the connection between this group of people.
It was a kind of emotion that she had never experienced before.
As for if he died, would Yue Izumo be thankful that there was one less unpaid favor?
If this is the case, Jun Wuxia will not blame Yue Chuyun, after all, this is the truth.
Everyone needs a special period of time as a process to move from innocence to maturity.
Some people need a long time, while some people need it in a short time.
Life and death, friends, and reality, the connection between the three suddenly made Jun Wuxia understand a lot.
Closing his eyes gently, Jun Wuxia smiled calmly, and then heard the sound of gold and iron intersecting in front of him.
"Looking for hostages when you know you are not your opponent is indeed the best way to ensure your own safety, and the best choice as a hostage is someone who can capture someone who does not know martial arts.
I have to say that your choice is very smart, Miss Wuxia is indeed The best hostage here."
"Miss Wuxia is Izumo's friend.
Moreover, Izumo once owed Miss Wuxia a huge favor.
The favor has not been repaid, so naturally Miss Wuxia cannot be in any danger."
The familiar voice is still so relaxed and carefree, and it seems that no matter what happens, it can't make the person in front of him feel unstable.
The sunlight suddenly became a bit dazzling.
Jun Wuxia opened his eyes, but felt a little sore.
The moment he turned his face slightly, he saw a glint of light flashing in his eyes.
"Why save me" "As just said."
"I'm dead.
You don't have to pay back the favor you owe me."
"If I can't pay it back, how can I feel at ease?"
"You treat everyone like this" "Only to friends."
Hearing this, Jun Wuxia looked straight ahead.
He was wearing red clothes and white hair, pointing a sword at the sky.
The green sword energy rippling on the sword body was visible to the naked eye, and it was just in front of the oncoming sword finger.
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And this sword was completely turned away from the man in white behind him.
Yue Izumo still smiled slightly, his eyes clear and bright.
Jun Wuxia burst into tears and smiled: "The great demon Yuechuyun rumored in the world can actually look like this good guy."
Yue Izuyun shook his head: "I have been a swordsman in this life, but I am not a knight in this life.
Miss Jun, Yue Izuyun has never been a good person."
"That's not a good person."
Jun Wuxia said with a bright smile on his face, accompanied by tears, and there was actually a kind of thrilling beauty.
"Um."
Yue Izuyun responded in a low voice, and the black shadow behind him instantly condensed.
Tsuki Izumo didn't need to look back, the black shadow behind him seemed to be Tsuki Izumo himself.
The dark sword shadow passed by, and the man in white used his fingertips to fly back.
Before the move could be used, he turned back and flicked the sword energy towards the black shadow.
"Stab" Half of his sleeves fell down, and Tsuki Izumo still stopped in place.
The man in white looked at Tsuki Izumo not far away in shock.
There are three unique features of long songs: the shadow of the piano and the sword.
Qingjue Shadow Song is the martial art of Changge Sect that evolved the word shadow to its peak, making the shadow look like a human being.
Only when the opponent realizes it, can he understand that the shadow is still a shadow after all.
The black shadow dissipated like ink that dispersed between the sky and the earth.
Only at this moment did everyone suddenly realize that the surrounding world seemed to have turned into an unfolding picture.
The ink rhyme dissipated and re-condensed, as if it were endless, and wherever the eyes could see, there were places where the black shadow of Yue Chuyun could appear.
"Tsuki Izumo, this man just wanted to kill me.
If you can kill him, the favor you owe me will be settled."
Jun Wuxia's voice came from behind, and Jun Che at the side immediately showed a look of restraint.
However, as soon as the words came out, Yue Chuyun turned around and said.
"good" "Yue Izuyun, what is your way?"
"Wherever my Tao heart goes, the Tao will achieve it."
"The young master just said it from his true heart, Yue Izuyun, what do you really look like?"
"The real me" Yue Izuyun paused slightly after hearing this, "You may not believe it if I tell you.
If you see Yue Izuyun's true appearance, your three views may collapse."
After Yue Izumo finished speaking, he raised his head and smiled, pointing the sword in his hand at the man in white opposite him.
"There is no other way.
In order to repay the favor, brother, I can only take you to the unknown place in the clouds."
Jun Wuxia couldn't help but roll her eyes at Yue Chuyun, saying that he would take you to an unknown place in the clouds, and those who didn't know thought he was talking to some girl.
Then, I heard Yue Izuyun speak slowly.
"Take you to an unknown place in the clouds, tie you up, hang you up and beat you."
A group of people looked at each other with unbearable expressions and closed their eyes.
After knowing each other for so long, everyone knew how ridiculous Yue Izuyun would be when he got high.
A sword flew into the air, and the sky and the earth were eclipsed.
The sword is like the bright moon, one thought is eternal.
No one knows where this sword came from, or whether it still belongs to the mortal world.
Yue Izumo is completely immersed in kendo.
At this moment, he is like a child who has got his favorite toy.
He has no desires and desires, but only the fun he gets from kendo.
"This sword is already the pinnacle."
Luo Qinghuan nodded clearly, "This sword touches the pinnacle of the realm above the Tao realm."
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"With this god-like sword, Yue Izuyun is worthy of Qingcheng."
Jian Twelve said seriously, and then suddenly laughed.
"As a big devil who no one can guess in the world, he yearns for such simple fun.
Although I really don't want to believe it, the facts are before my eyes.
This combination of contradictions is Yue Izumo."
Jun Wuxia raised his head and stared at the figure standing in mid-air holding a sword, his eyes blurred.
The sword was only for an instant, but Jun Wuxia believed that maybe a long time later, this sword would still remain in his memory.
One sword, come west
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