As if he didn't hear the whispers and whispers around him, he held his sword level and pointed, with only one thought in his mind.
This person knew where Xia Qingluan was going.
However, the result that he couldn't find could be easily obtained. The helpless laughter under his robe broke his anxiety.
"I'm here to congratulate you on behalf of others, not to answer your questions."
"Aren't you going to tell me?" Without any warning, a three-foot cold light burst out, and the bright sword light pierced into the eyes, making people afraid to look at him. It was Wei Moyan who struck with his sword without any reason.
Who doesn't know that anything related to Xia Qingluan will make him crazy like a demon? Even before his wedding to another woman, in full view of those who came to congratulate him, he doesn't care to tell the world who he still cares about and is looking for.
The blood on the twin girls' faces faded in the blink of an eye, and it was clear from the fierce sword energy that tore through Feng Xiao that they were determined not to stop this person.
How many people in this world can stop him?
At the moment when no one could look away, another cold light shot up from the ground, colliding heavily with the incoming murderous intention.
The flowing wind returns to the snow, and the heaven and earth tremble. It is a confrontation between two real dragons, and no one is allowed to judge who wins and who loses based on their character.
The clanging sound that was about to pierce the ear bones lasted for a long time before it disappeared. The cold light flew into the air, carrying a mournful cry, and penetrated heavily into the white jade stone platform behind him.
"Where is she?" Confronted quietly, he was still stubborn and refused to give up.
It's just that the broken sword in his hand was too tragic, and the neatly broken face was pressed against the left chest of the black robe mockingly, preventing any intrusion, and his chest was filled with blood.
"Pavilion Master!" The disciples in the pavilion exclaimed in shock. They couldn't believe that the Pavilion Master of Poyue Pavilion whom they saw, followed, admired, and did not allow others to slander. The man who had never been defeated by anyone could actually be injured.
In the hands of a mysterious man whose name he doesn't even know, he should be invincible, right? There shouldn't be anyone stronger than him in this world...
The long sword that passed through the chest trembled slightly and reflected bright blood, drop by drop, without any stain on the sharp sword body, just like the flesh and blood of the people it killed in the past, clean from beginning to end.
.
Mo Heng, the treasure passed down from generation to generation of the Wei family, Mo Heng Sword.
For whom it was broken and for whom it was kept in his room. The long sword that disappeared without a trace one night suddenly reappeared before his eyes. The complete and sharper blade was quite unfamiliar, only the hilt was complex and old.
The pattern and the engraving of vigorous small seal script and Wei characters prove that this is indeed Mo Heng's sword and it originally belonged to him.
As for Wei Moyan, it was obvious that the opponent didn't care about his injuries. He turned his wrist and sheathed the sword, causing blood to fall to the ground.
"Oh, I didn't know that the sword I forged was so sharp. I accept it, Alliance Leader Wei." He placed the sword in the sword box again, and the mysterious man patted the surface of the box lovingly, "If it weren't for the fact that this sword is as hard as
Si, I'm afraid that I was also injured by your hands just now. It is indeed the most precious treasure of the Wei family."
There were many sword masters watching around. The seemingly obvious confrontation just now had no winner or loser. Both of them aimed at the opponent's weak points and drew their swords. But Wei Moyan was holding the sword after all.
How could an ordinary long sword defeat Mo Heng's sharpness? It was this gap that caused the leader of the martial arts alliance, who was cold and arrogant and had never been defeated, to suffer a big loss.
The disciples of Poyue Pavilion who had been waiting for orders could no longer hold back and anxiously wanted to rush up to the stone platform, but Wei Moyan raised his hand to stop him. This was his business and no one could interfere.
There was still no expression in his deep eyes. He dropped the broken sword, and the black figure continued to kill with unabated intent: "Have you seen her?"
"nature."
Taking a deep breath and suppressing his impatience, Wei Moyan became more solemn than ever before. Blood flowed from his chest, but he completely turned a blind eye.
"Tell me where she is."
"Didn't I say that I am only responsible for delivering swords." The sword box that was still in my hand was suddenly thrown to the ground, and the precious sword that weighed more than ten thousand gold and was almost priceless fell and hit Wei Moyan. "This is Xia Moyan."
The congratulatory gift that the girl sent you, you can still catch up after traveling for four days."
Congratulations.
She knew that he was going to marry Zi Xiu.
The dumb laughter came from the somewhat stunned martial arts leader, staring at the lost and recovered sword on the ground, and the noise around him receded like the tide.
She was still alive, always alive, somewhere he didn't know, somewhere he couldn't see.
But why didn't she want to meet him? One year, one whole year, did she know that he was looking for her? He was so bloody that he wanted to find her!
He had always adhered to the vows he had made long ago. On that day, the bamboo forest was full of fragrance and the flowers bloomed into snow. On that day, he announced to the world that he would marry Xia Qingluan. He vowed to never leave her, but in the end, he had to marry her.
He left without saying goodbye and disappeared from his life.
What else does he need to do before he is willing to commit his life? Isn't life and death enough? All he wants is to be with her!
There is no trace in the red dust and purple streets, and the world is an elegy.
If you want him, what should you do...
"She begged me to forge the sword, and she also got the dream stone. It's a pity that she couldn't come in person - and she won't appear again in the future." Brushing away the folds of the robe, a trace of pure white hair was revealed.
It slipped out of the robe, contrasting sharply with the thick black.
The mission has been completed, and there is no need to stay any longer. As for what Wei Moyan wants to do... that is his business and has nothing to do with the Vulcan Sect or Xia Qingluan.
There has been a break between them.
Four days ago, at the altar of the Vulcan Cult, Xia Qingluan and Mingsha made a deal. He handed the already forged Mo Heng Sword to Wei Moyan, and she gave her soul to him as a sacred fire offering. He said that pure and powerful
The soul is the best sacrifice for the holy fire.
She didn't ask anything. As long as she could recast Mo Heng and hand it over to Wei Moyan, nothing would matter anymore.
In this life, all the love and hatred are lost, and the destiny is empty. What is there to cherish? That dilapidated life of survival? It should have ended in the fire that burned the grievances and Shura of future generations more than ten years ago. Xiao Bai left
Now, Brother Yue will never be seen again, and Wei Moyan is about to join hands with the real Phoenix of the Nine Heavens, and nothing in the world of mortals will have anything to do with her.
"What do you want? To spend his life with regrets?" he asked in the temple.
"I want him to forget." His clear eyes dimmed.
That was the only thing she said to him about Wei Moyan.
I am a person who loves little, so I shouldn’t expect the outcome of my marriage, especially the dragon among people who is far away in the horizon and can only guard silently, looking at his back to imprison his true heart. After half a life of ups and downs, half a life of loneliness, in the last three years, he can
She was extremely lucky to have walked side by side with him for most of her life. At least she had loved, hated, missed, and laughed in this world.
Just let it go and disappear.
This is the best ending.
"It's time to go, Sha Hua, Luo Hua." Shaking his head lightly, Ming Sha stopped looking at the lost man standing there and turned around to catch the breeze.
Two people who are so jealous and worried can never be together.
"Where is she..." The third time, there was no urgency, but an almost careless inquiry.
"Aren't you going to give up yet?" He sighed and waved his hand. The leader of the Vulcan Cult did not intend to get entangled with him. "If you want to find her, just follow the path she took. If her heart and soul are still there at that time,
Still there.”
It takes seven, seven and forty-nine days to become an offering to the holy fire. If he can find it during this period, then maybe her heart can still be saved.
That tough woman, looking at her, I can't help but think of Ah Li, and the days and months I spent with Ah Li.
I want to give them another chance, even if the outcome is a tragedy.