Chapter 1348: You are lonely for a lifetime, and my years are lonely
ps: [During the Spring Festival, I kept updating twice a day, but the results were getting worse and worse, and I didn’t get good recommendations for several months. Alas, I hope you can support me]
Coming by ferry, reincarnation is a river.
The surging torrent of rules followed closely behind, in a mighty way.
A lonely boat continued to enlarge in Mo Che's eyes, and a breath of vicissitudes of life came towards him.
This lonely boat seemed to be galloping in from endless reincarnations, and the power on it became increasingly terrifying.
With his long hair dancing wildly, Mo Che tried to use his original body, but his body was tightly bound by the moonlight and he could not move.
Whoosh! Before the lone boat arrived, the terrifying force it brought crashed into Mo Che.
Bang! A dull sound suddenly sounded, and Mo Che took a few steps back, his face bloodless, and blood spattered several steps.
The majestic lone boat passed by Mo Che, the seven stone statues, and headed straight for the Blood Moon.
The strange blood moon hung in the sky, and a dark crack slowly spread out in all directions like ink falling on rice paper.
"Palace Master!" Qianchuanya and Yuchen exclaimed. Once the blood moon is broken, there will be a second crack in the seal.
Mo Che's eyes showed helplessness, how could he not understand this.
The moonlight is like water, and the waves of rules are like floods. Being in it, Mo Che is powerless even if he wants to take action.
Whoosh! Space ripples undulated wherever the lone boat passed. Finally, the void shattered, and the lone boat arrived in an instant. Just when he saw that the lone boat was about to hit the blood moon, a man in white clothes floated over.
The darkness like ink followed the white clothes and swallowed up the world, the blood moon, the white moonlight, and even this lonely boat.
In the endless darkness, a bright sword light appeared through the sky.
The light of dawn comes from the endless night, and when this sword light falls in the eyes of Mo Che, Qianchuan Ya and others, it becomes the dawn.
"He's here!" Mo Che breathed a sigh of relief. There was only one person in the world who could perform such a sword style, the Fifth Generation Moon God.
Click! A strange sound resounded between heaven and earth, and the darkness dissipated.
Countless eyes gathered under the blood moon and saw that the lonely boat ferrying in the sea of reincarnations was full of cracks.
As the breeze blew, the lone boat turned into a phantom and disappeared. The wave of rules that followed became even more silent.
Wearing white clothes and holding a sword, he stood in the moonlight, with a faint moonlight filling his eyebrows.
"Fifth Generation Moon God!" Exclamations sprung up all around like mushrooms after a rain.
The thin military clothes rustled in the breeze, and Ye Chen held the sword. With a calm expression, he looked at the second generation across a sea of rules.
He is the second-generation Moon God! Ye Chen held the Qilin Sword tightly. He was far away and could feel a terrifying oppression.
"It's very strong, it's like facing a majestic mountain!" A wave of momentum surged up on Ye Chen. Ye Chen held his sword and walked towards the distance.
The wave of dead silence rules completely collapsed under his feet, and the roar echoed in the dead silence of heaven and earth.
"Fifth Generation Moon God!" The fluttering pear blossoms were still in vain, and the second generation stood with hands behind their hands. Their expressions were also very calm, and they were not surprised by Ye Chen's appearance.
"First meeting, senior!" Ye Chen gave a rare sword salute to the second generation. His current achievements were indispensable to the sword spirit and will of the second generation Moon God.
"You are younger than I thought." The second generation said calmly.
"I am no longer young, now I am the fifth generation moon god!" Ye Chen said calmly.
When he was young, he didn't have to take on any responsibilities, but now, he has shouldered the responsibility of the Moon God.
"So, you and I have different positions from the beginning. We must stand on opposite sides!" With the sophistication of the second generation, he understood the meaning of Ye Chen's words in an instant.
"You can't stop me today. Today's visit will only cause more casualties in vain."
Hearing this, Ye Chen slowly raised the Qilin Sword in his hand and pointed it at the second generation. He said lightly: "I know, but there is a reason why I have to come!"
"Moon God? You are very similar to the fourth generation. You like to take on unimportant responsibilities." The second generation shook his head and looked at the thin figure in front of him. He seemed to have seen the fourth generation in the past.
The pear blossom fell into the hands of the second generation and turned into a simple sword.
"Responsibility that doesn't matter?" Ye Chen shook his head and said calmly: "It has nothing to do with responsibility, it just happens to be the same path as me."
"So, you are a very interesting person. I have imagined the scene where you and I will meet. I even thought out of boredom, would you condemn me as a traitor among the moon gods?"
The second generation said easily, gently moving the sword in his hand, without any trace of aura on his body.
The two chatted as if no one was there, and this scene caused an uproar among everyone present.
"Condemn you? I'm not that boring. Everyone has their own persistence. There is no right or wrong in the first place!"
"No one has a yardstick of right and wrong in the true sense. Everyone has their own reasons for insisting!" Ye Chen said calmly, as the snowflakes fell from the sky, and a chill filled the air in vain.
"So you are the fifth generation Moon God. In a sense, you and I are the same kind of people." The second generation said calmly while holding a pear petal between his sword fingers.
"Are they the same kind of people?" Ye Chen murmured, then shook his head and said, "I once imagined your life with your artistic conception. In the dream, I was you!"
"Oh, there are some things that can only be experienced through the heart if you have experienced them. Maybe you and I have many similarities, but we are still not the same kind of people. You carry the loneliness of a hundred generations, and I carry the loneliness of the years."
The pear blossoms danced with tears, and the snow catkins were flying. Ye Chen raised his left hand, clamped a piece of snow catkins between his sword fingers, and said calmly: "Loneliness and loneliness are different. Loneliness means that there is no one next to you, but there are many people beside me.
Fatty, Mu Chen, Qianchuan Xue, Xiao Huo, etc. And I am lonely because I am the only one who walks the road of martial arts. A person's loneliness can become addictive. A person who is lonely for too long will destroy himself.
I have all forgotten about it. Fortunately, they always remind me who I am. Even if I forget myself in reincarnation, there will be someone to guide me back!"
"So essentially, you and I are not the same kind of people!" Ye Chen said lightly. At this moment, the snowflakes in his hand turned into a stream of light and shot out.
Whoosh! The thin snowflakes set off a huge wave of rules, and the ice rules turned into a storm, following closely behind.
Snowflakes were flying, biting the bones.
The second generation raised his eyes and looked over, his vision was filled with white.
The flying snowflakes were misty and uncertain, and looked even paler in the white moonlight.
"There are not many people who can master the extreme rules of ice and take this step." The swirling pear petals were waved out in the hands of the second generation.
Phew! A single petal silenced the storm that penetrated the heaven and earth, and the snow fell silently.
The second generation held his sword and walked through the heavy snow, letting the snowflakes dye his long hair white until his figure was completely submerged by the wind and snow.
"Fifth Generation!" The previous second generation's strength has been deeply rooted in everyone's minds. Yue Jianscar and others are a little worried. Although the fifth generation of Moon God is strong, his strength is slightly inferior to that of the second generation's level.
Bang bang! Martial arts will surged wildly, Yue Jian Scar and others came out with swords in hand. The rules of heaven and earth were introduced into the martial arts world by will, forming a storm that swept out.
"Gee, you guys should just play with me and don't interfere in this matter!" Wen Ran turned around, a cunning look flashed in his beautiful eyes.
The pear petals fell down. Wen Ran stepped lightly on the petals and looked at Yue Jian Scar and the others with a smile, "Falling flowers are intentional, but flowing water is ruthless!"
A drizzle washed the blood-red world, and the drizzle turned into flowing water, flowing on the sky and earth. The petals fell on it, drifted with the current, and fell on the swords of Yue Jian Scar and others.
Bang bang! Yue Jian Scar and others trembled suddenly, and they all took a step back. Damn it, they stepped into this woman's martial arts world again.
The auras of several Moon Clan ancestors were completely suppressed. Wen Ran walked in the rain of flowers. Although he did not take action, he controlled the world within tens of thousands of feet.
"Life is like a play, but we are just theatergoers. You'd better watch the show well!" Green-white jade fingers twirled her hair, Wen Ran took lotus steps and stood in the void, wearing a dance skirt flying,
The spring scenery under her skirt is even more looming.
Ding! A crisp sword chant suddenly sounded, and endless murderous intent shot out like a rainbow, tearing the petals to pieces and shattering the flowing water.
"I'll deal with this person!" A cold voice sounded, and the temperature around him dropped several degrees in vain.
"Proud son!" A tall figure walked out from the endless sword energy, his eyes as cold as the sword's light.
"This bitch is very evil, you can't do it alone!" A honest laughter rang out, and Fatty Xiao appeared next to the proud man with a sword in his hand, looking harmless.
"Gee, it's been a long time, little fat guy!" Beautiful eyes slightly raised, Wen Ran glanced at Jiaozi and Fatty Xiao, without any change in their expressions.
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