Chapter 52 Chapter 52: The Full Moon Blocks the River

The full moon rises above the lake, obliquely shining on the river. More than a hundred boats are full of people who come to watch the battle across the water, but this isolated island is still the same, letting the clouds lead the chess peaks, and the fog locks the cold beaches. When the water was rising, the huge waves rushed to the surrounding reefs, and they couldn't stop making people's heart-shattering, shocking loud noises, and they refused to slow down for a moment. The giant ship from the Magician's Palace, after the other side put down Pang Ban's boat, circled around and stopped alone to the other side, only emitting fireworks as a greeting, and there was no further movement.

Everyone held their breath and watched Lang Zhongyun's boat disappear into the raging waves of smoke and clouds on the other side of Lanjiang Island, and heaved a sigh of relief. Who wins? It will be revealed soon! The waves turned over the clouds and urged the boat at full speed, sometimes rushing to the top of the waves, sometimes falling to the troughs, passing through left and right among the various bright and dark reefs and forests carved by nature's wonderful hands. The moonlight enters through the mist, and there are strange shadows in the vast mist, like a mirage of illusion.

The majestic isolated island stands upright in front, expanding continuously, and seems to be pressed down head-on, making it difficult to breathe freely. There are strange rocks scattered on the dangerous beach, and the island body is severely eroded by wind and waves. Only strange trees grow on the peak, which makes people feel that this lifeless lake island still has a glimmer of life. The strong wind rolled into the gap between the reefs, the waves splashed everywhere, and the sharp roar was like a ghost crying god, which shocked everyone who heard it. Lang Fanyun's mind was unprecedentedly peaceful and peaceful, and the thrilling and frightening situation before him, like a phantom in a demonic realm, did not distract him at all.

He felt that behind the violent and ominous, there was an indescribable level and beauty of nature. The sound of sharp cracking and friction sounded at the bottom of the boat, and a huge wave sent people and the boat to the dangerous shoal where the gravel rolled effortlessly. The top of the giant. Under the mid-autumn moonlight breaking through the fog, he just shrouded him in golden light. Pang Ban's majestic mountain body was reflected on the edge of the peak, and he said happily: "The beauty is now, the moon is full and the river is blocked, Brother Lang, please move your car, how about getting together here?"

Lang Fanyun looked up to the sky and said with a long smile: "At such a moment when the moon shines on the head, it is enough to be able to fight against Master Guang, and it is enough to comfort the whole life. Brother Pang, please wait for a while." Pang Ban, who was sitting high on the top of the peak, watched the waves rise and fall, and after several ups and downs, he had rushed to the sky above the peak, and landed on the top of an old tree three feet away with ease. The eyes of the two met, and the world changed immediately. Fan Liangji looked up at the clear and clear night sky, and asked in amazement, "How did God mess it up?"

Everyone looked up at the sky. To the east, a thick and heavy dark cloud, accompanied by flashing lightning, is moving quickly from the edge of the lake. The overwhelming momentum makes people feel chills. The bright moon is still on King's Landing Lake at this moment, but how long can her light last? With his hands behind his back, Pang Ban's eyes were like lightning, and with a contented smile on his lips, he happily looked at the calm Lang Fanyun in front of Ao Li, without saying a word. "Clang!" The Rain-Fuying Sword came out of its sheath, a cloud of light rain gushed out of his arms first, and then the raindrops spread, and in an instant, there were light spots all over Pang Ban's front and back. It was hard to believe that this was just transformed from a sword. vision.

The magician Pang Ban's clothes being blown by the night wind stopped suddenly, and his right foot lightly stepped on the ground, and then he made a thunderous sound, which echoed in the criss-crossing caves on the island, echoing endlessly, with a terrifying power . The entire isolated island seemed to shake for a while, covering up the sound of waves and wind. The dots of light quickly dissipated. Lang Fanyun still stood on the top of the old tree with a leisurely attitude, and the Rain-Fuying Sword had already returned to its sheath, as if it had never been shot. Pang Ban shook his head and sighed: "As expected of the waves turning the clouds, I won't be affected by the inner demons, otherwise Pang will fight with all his strength under the guidance of Qi, and there will be no need to fight this battle."

Lang Fanyun looked at the sky, if his eyes could see through the clouds and mist, he had a clear understanding of the outside world, and he said calmly: "Man follows the earth, the earth follows the sky, and the sky changes nature. Heaven and man interact with each other, the seasons change, and people's hearts are disillusioned. This thunderstorm It came just in time." Pang Ban nodded and said: "The decisive battle between Master Meng and Chuanying on the Long Street was also accompanied by thunderstorms, and heaven and man responded. This dark cloud did not come by accident."

Both of them are relaxed and relaxed, not only Ruo Ruo has never made a move to test the truth, but also like close friends who come here to talk heart-to-heart without any hostility. At this moment, Pang Ban's whole body's clothes suddenly flew up, hunting wildly, the cloud and mist of Suofeng swirled around him, the scene was extremely strange. Lang Fanyun smiled slightly, and drew his hands back. Since setting off by boat at dusk yesterday, his mind has gradually entered a mysterious realm that he has never dabbled in before. His heart was completely opened, and the emotions that had been suppressed for many years flooded into his heart unreservedly, immersed in the soul-breaking memories of Xi Xi and Yan Jingan, not letting go of any fragment, refusing to miss it any details.

Their voices and appearances came alive in the lake of his heart, sharing with him the unparalleled journey before the decisive battle. The past, present, and future are all integrated into one, which contains all love and pain, and everything human and heavenly. The trauma that was hidden deep in the ordinary times emerged, and all kinds of confusing and disorienting emotions rushed through the land of the heart like a flood. These emotions, which were so strong that they could not be restrained and had no end, also washed away his body and mind like a flood. When Man Jiangdao appeared in front of his eyes, at that moment, there was no distinction between him and the world surrounding him, between you and me.

At that moment, like a phoenix, he was reborn from the fierceness of the world. Can only be extremely affectionate. Therefore, it can be as good as a sword. He has finally reached the pinnacle of swordsmanship that he longed for. This kind of realm will never end. As long as he takes a step further, he will be able to go from the realm of the unity of heaven and man to a higher level and break through the limit of heaven and man. He is waiting. Although there was a dense fog in front of him like a mystery, he knew exactly what was happening in every hair of Pang Ban. From the moment their eyes interlocked, their hearts have been closely connected. As long as he is half-distracted and loses his guard, it will be a game of tyranny.Under the mutual attraction of momentum, even Pang Ban couldn't change this tragic result. The thunder from the sky came faintly, adding to the tense atmosphere before the head-on confrontation between the two. Pang Banzhuo stood in the dense fog that swirled wildly, and he couldn't stop urging his magic skills. It is not Lang Fanyun who has changed his opponent. Even though he is as clever as the Wuxiang monk, under the pressure of his full strength and strong momentum, he must immediately switch from defense to offense, lest he be strangled when he pushes his magic skills to the limit. smash. With Li Ruohai's ability, he must also use toughness to attack, so as not to let Pang Ban have this opportunity. In the 60 years since the great achievement of magic skills, no one has confronted him for so long like Lang Fanyun, let alone allowed him to gather his skills. The essence of the whole world can't help being sucked into the body through his pores, and transformed into the real energy. His spirit can't help strengthening and cohesive, restraining the other party's mind with all his strength, looking into the gap. This kind of mystical technique that captures the good fortune of the world and the essence of the universe can only be achieved by a demon body that has become a Taoist embryo. But this process is also extremely dangerous, the human body is always limited, but the universe is infinite, if you just stay together, you may go crazy, or you will be smashed to pieces on the spot, even Pang Ban is not an exception. What he needs is an object of rendering, an evenly matched confrontation, in order to achieve balance. Lang Fanyun was exactly the opponent he had been looking forward to for sixty years. Lang Fanyun's clothes are not moving, but his hair is flying in the sky, and his eyes are shining with divine light. He can't capture the essence of heaven and earth like Pang Ban, but he has become a part of the universe without distinction, and heaven and man are integrated into one. No matter how formidable and terrifying Pang Ban's spirit and attack power are, his aura always follows him, and Pang Ban's aura keeps growing. Just like a light boat, no matter how rough the waves are, it can always swim freely on the waves, safe and sound. "Boom!" Thunder came from the east, and the wind and rain were gradually approaching. "Clang!" Lang Fanyun's world-renowned Rain Overcoming Sword bounced out of the sheath as if it had a spirituality, and somehow, it came into Lang Fanyun's slender fingers. The swirling wind and cloud suddenly stopped, as if suddenly frozen. Pang Ban appeared about ten feet in front of Lang Fanyun, as if emerging from the ground, and punched him. At this time, thousands of martial arts masters from all walks of life on hundreds of spectator boats were engrossed and stunned watching the clouds and smoke swirling like angry dragons on the peak of Manjiang Island. They couldn't believe that it was man-made power. The full moon in the sky is high on the top of the peak, and the golden color light covers the swirling clouds and mist, turning it into a group of dancing golden clouds, just like a bizarre and absurd miracle. When the thunder was deafening, everyone was startled to realize that half of the world was caught in the violent ravages of thunder and rain. At the same time, a light boat was shot like an arrow from the vastness of the sea of ​​clouds, trying to compete with the speed of the clouds and rain. No words can describe the power and speed of Pang Ban's punch. The punch without fancy tricks showed all the subtle changes in the world and penetrated the secrets of the Dao Realm and the Demon Realm. The eyes of the wave turning over the clouds, as if waking up and still drunk, opened suddenly, bursting out with an indescribable light, the rain-covering sword turned into a long rainbow, first soaring into the sky, and suddenly the speed increased sharply, like an arrow off the string, swimming dragons and waves He jumped up and down a few times, and shot electricity on Pang Ban's fist. Fist and sword intersect, but there is no sound. The clouds and smoke that spread widely on the peak quickly gathered at the point where the fists and swords were handed over, and then the smoke and clouds in the sky disappeared without a trace at an astonishing speed!It's like a cave has just been breached to another dimension. The entire peak is fully exposed to the golden color of the moon, and it is clear and clear. Those who watched the battle across the water could clearly see the strange and unforgettable moment when the two men clashed with each other. Storm rolls. "Crack!" An electric light pierced through the clouds like a golden spear, splitting into countless root-like flashes on the heads of the two people, which remained for a long time. The bright moon faded, and the dark clouds covered the top. The torrential rain fell all over the sky, submerging the pair of the world's most admired top masters into the boundless wind, rain, thunder and lightning. Pang Ban's eyes were like lightning, and they clashed with Lang Fanyun's sharp gaze. This majestic magician has advanced into an unprecedented realm of superhuman sages, using the energy of the universe as a medium, and sending it into Lang Fanyun's meridians through the rain-covering sword in an endless stream like the Yangtze River. As long as Lang Fanyun can't support it, the extraordinary body can resist the surging and amazing power and blow him into powder without leaving any traces. Be tolerant to diversity, tolerance is a virtue. No one can stop this shocking attack of ghosts and gods. Even Lang Fanyun has no ability to do it. But the waves and clouds turned into a boundless sea, with thousands of meridians, rivers and rivers, sucking in the unfathomable source and power from Pang Ban, sucking it in and out. A trace of an incomparably sincere smile suddenly appeared on Guangban's cold face. Lang Fanyun's eyes also showed joyful expressions. Suddenly the two looked up to the sky and burst out laughing, even the thunderous thunder, lightning and wind and rain couldn't cover it up. Pang Ban's fist was empty, and all the strength suddenly disappeared without a trace. At the same time, Lang Fanyun absorbed all of his true essence, struck back like lightning, and sent them all back to Pang Ban's body in an instant. When the rain arrows were shot, they were forced to splash and scatter horizontally. The clothes of the two of them did not have any rain stains. The clothes of the people who watched the battle were completely wet, but they didn't care about it flawlessly. At this time, the speedboat came to the outermost part where the boats gathered. A woman in snow-white cloth with an infinitely graceful figure stands gracefully at the bow of the boat, holding a slanted parasol, covering her beautiful face that everyone longs to see. The punter at the stern of the boat is a middle-aged nun, her oars are waving like flying, entering the water and exiting the water, without any waves, like a bird flapping its wings, carrying the woman at the bow, heading towards the river-blocking island. Han Bai lost his voice and said, "It's Lord Jin Zhai." The boatman was asking Tenny. There was a thunderclap. Pang Ban disappeared in the void. After a moment, he reappeared at the edge of the cliff on Zhuo Shang just now, his whole body was covered by the dazzling golden light, and then he inhaled the golden light into his body, and then returned to his original shape, just like returning from the sky to the human world, from a fairy to a mortal. The two masters locked their eyes tightly, and then looked at each other and laughed at the same time, ecstatic, like two children who have obtained a rare and precious plaything they have longed for all their lives. Pang Ban laughed and knelt down, pointed at Lang Fanyun and said, "Do you understand?" Lang Fanyun also laughed so hard that he had to hold his sword to the ground so that he didn't fall to the ground. He nodded his head and laughed wildly: "That's it." Anyway, the heavy rain blocked everyone's view of Lanjiang Island, and most people turned their eyes to Jin Bingyun, who carried the Lord of the Holy Land of Wulin. Just when everyone thought that the small boat would sail straight to Lanjiang Island, the small boat stopped slowly, lying between the ant colony of the boat and the isolated island. Pang Ban worked hard to stop his laughter, shook his head and sighed: "Pang can't wait." After throwing the rain-covering sword of Lang Fanyun for a long time, the soul entered the realm of still water and no waves. At the same time, Pang Ban's face became incomparably cruel. He changed from a kneeling position to a standing position, and then rose slowly, which completely violated the natural routine. Within a radius of ten feet between the two of them, it was dry and clean, without a single drop of rain. The Rain-Fuying Sword turned into a group of silvery-white points reflecting the lightning in the sky, and it flew across the void like a meteor chasing the moon, following an arc that embraced the truth of heaven and earth, and threw it towards Pang Ban. Pang Ban leaped up the edge of the cliff with his unreasonable momentum, punched out with his fists, and hit the silver dots that shone endlessly on the ball of light. The ball of light exploded, turning into a wave of sword rain like a tidal wave, rushing towards Pang Ban one wave after another. Pang Ban let out a long cry, flew up to the sky, and came to the void outside the cliff. With a writhing, his feet were a hundred feet away from the dangerous whirlpool and reef below. Even if he had an indestructible body, he would still fall. To be smashed to pieces. The sword rain is drawn away, revealing the majestic tiger body that overturns Yunyuan Pavilion and Yuezhi, suddenly darting like a flying eagle, rushing to the outside of the cliff. , ignoring the fact that being in the sky is a terrifying and soul-shattering experience. The two of them leaped like tigers and dragons, joined together and parted instantly. They exchanged more than a hundred blows with their fists and swords in the air in an instant, but no one fell half a point. No matter how the rain-covering sword changes, Pang Ban's fist can always hit the tip of the sword; similarly, no matter how fast or slow the fist is, the rain-covering sword can also block it in time. The essence of heaven and earth flowed endlessly through Pang Ban's Tao body transformed from the demon seed, and circulated endlessly between the meridians of the two people during the fist and sword fights, reaching an absolute balance and fixing them in the void. As long as one of them misses and cannot block the opponent's fist or sword, the person who is hit will of course be shattered and die immediately, and the victor will also fall off the cliff and die tragically on the reef. The two fought more and more slowly, as if time suddenly became lazy and diligent. The sky is full of roaring sounds, lightning strikes and lightning strikes, flickering and flickering, the power is extremely terrifying. When it was too slow to slow down, the two of them tried their best at the same time, exerted all their strengths, and attacked the final punch and sword. The Fuyu sword first shot obliquely, and then came back, and cut Guangban's right waist horizontally. Pang Ban's fist pierced through the air from his arms, directly hitting Lang Fanyun's throat. In an instant, they all understood that if this situation continues, there will only be an ending of mutual death. The two met their eyes and smiled knowingly at the same time. The fusion of mind and mind is seamless, and they are more speculative than any confidant. "Clang!" The rain-covering sword returned to its sheath. Pang Ban's fist turned into a palm, tightly clenched with Lang Fanyun's slowly extending hand. When their palms touched, they felt the presence of Ying Yuan at the same time. Feel his whole spirit, wisdom, and experience, not blocked by time and space. Thousands of lightning bolts shot down, piercing the palms of the pair of hands that the two were holding tightly, which represented the breakthrough of life and death. Visible from far and near exploded, piercing the void, and a huge electric-light fireball so intense that people couldn't open their eyes. When a large cloud, rain, thunder and lightning moved over the Lanjiang Island, making the full moon disappear and the sky and the earth turned pale, the eastern sky revealed a bright moon and a golden night sky lake due to the movement of the dark clouds. The direction is extended. On this Mid-Autumn Festival, in the waters where everyone in the world is waiting for the outcome of the decisive battle, light and darkness, peace and violence are starting their struggle and pursuit. The lake on the east side is shining brightly under the moonlight, but the lake here is still turbulent due to the wind and rain, and the scene is strange and incoherent. When everyone was staring blankly at the dizzying, thrilling light above Lanjiang Island, a small boat slowly sailed out from Lanjiang Island in the long thunderstorm. Is the outcome already decided? A majestic figure could be vaguely seen on the boat, standing on the bow of the boat with both hands in front and back. The rain arrows came to a radius of about ten feet, and splashed horizontally. It seemed that an invisible giant umbrella opened on the boat. Although the boat's speed seemed extremely fast, it entered the visible field of vision of tens of thousands of spectators in an instant. It was Pang Ban who came. Those who expected Lang Fanyun to win all had cold hands and feet, and their hearts sank. Pang Ban's face was peaceful, and his magical eyes were fixed on Jin Bingyun, who was so tender and tender, who was standing on another small boat with an umbrella. The distance between the two boats kept shortening. All the people present were shocked by the strange atmosphere, they just stared blankly. Jin Bingyun's robe fluttered in the wind, as if she wanted to ride the wind away, waiting for Pang Ban's approaching boat. The small boat approached slowly, and when they reached the edge of the boat, and when they were in pairs, the magician who had been powerful in the world for sixty years knelt down on one knee beside Jin Bingyun humbly and sincerely, raised his head, and looked at Jin Bingyun with infinite affection. Under the umbrella, Jin Bingyun's calm and beautiful appearance. The eyes of the two were entangled for a long time, and at the same time there was a heart-pounding smile on their faces. While everyone was concentrating on holding their breath, Pang Ban reached into his arms and took out the pair of cloth shoes embroidered with butterfly patterns that he had been inseparable for the past year. Jin Bingyun lifted his right foot softly, and the sea-like tenderness shot out from her beautiful eyes, which poured deeply into Pang Ban's strange eyes. A pure, childlike smile emerged from the corner of Pang Ban's mouth, and he gently and carefully held her slender white and crystal bare feet with one hand, bowed his head and kissed her first, and then carefully put on her shoes. Although the wind and rain are so uncompromising, the lake is still choppy, but the two abandoned light boats are always stable and comfortable, not affected by the harsh environment at all. All eyes were on the two of them, no one made any sound, only the roar of the rushing waves hitting the hull and the wind and rain. Wen Tianni, who was pulling the boat for Jin Bingyun, had a strange light in his eyes, which focused on Pang Ban's face. Pang Ban seemed to be totally unaware of the presence of outsiders, and focused on the beautiful woman who had been tortured for him. After kissing her other foot, she thoughtfully and tenderly put on the remaining butterfly pattern cloth shoes for her. The eyes of the man and woman met again, and at the same time they were touched, and they exchanged an incomparably touching smile. Until now, the two have not spoken a word. The silence speaks. When Jin Bingyun stepped back on the boat with her cloth shoes on, she slowly handed her jade hand to Pang Ban and pressed it on his broad shoulders. Pang Ban stood up, reached into his sleeve, and when he pulled it out again, there was already a letter in his hand. The two boats suddenly separated. Pang Ban's boat was supposed to head towards Fang Yeyu's huge boat waiting for his triumphant return, but he took the direction that there were no boats, only the boundless lake with wind and rain. Everyone screamed. Pang Ban is the one who wins, and even loses his only opponent, Lang Fanyun. From now on, there will be no one in the world who can compete with him. While this idea was still spinning in his mind, a mass of electric light exploded from Pang Balli's body. The world turned white. Everyone was caught off guard, and couldn't stand the glare of the glare, and they opened their eyes as if they were blind for a moment. The glare flickered, but it was so violent that people couldn't see anything clearly. The scene in front of me gradually became clear. Amid the trembling and stunned eyes of the crowd, Pang Ban disappeared without a trace, leaving a lone boat floating on the lake. Suddenly, the eyes were bright again, and the edge of the dark cloud moved across to the middle of the sky, showing the boundary line between cloudy and sunny. Under the moonlight. The world here is filled with golden light. Could it be that Pang Ban, who returned from a great victory, was knocked off the boat by lightning. But sharp-eyed people like Han Bai, Fan Liangji, and Ling Zhantian clearly knew that the lightning did not come from the sky, but from Pang Ban. Under the gentle moonlight, the boat did not show any sign of scorching from being struck by lightning. There was a strange and incoherent feeling in everyone's heart. The small boat carrying Jin Bingyun quickly went far away, leaving a small black spot, which disappeared into the depths of the vast and beautiful lake. Everyone couldn't figure it out, and they all looked towards Lanjiang Island at the same time. As the dark clouds drifted away, the moonlight quickly shone towards Lanjiang Island. The reefs protruding from the water are presented one by one. All of a sudden, the isolated island in the Aoli Lake appeared far away in front of the audience. The full moon blocked the river, and the clouds and mists that locked the island all the year round miraculously disappeared. This isolated island, which has been eroded by strong winds and washed by rain for many years, has steep hanging rocks and reddish stone color, is returning to the clear green and clear lake, reflecting the moonlit night.Like a beautiful woman whose veil has been taken off, she is both shy and proud to be judged by you. When everyone's eyes moved to the top of the peak, in the beautiful scenery of the bright moon, an image that they never thought they could forget for a moment was displayed in the magnificent field of vision. Lang Fanyun bears the famous Rain-Overturning Sword on his back, stands proudly at the end of a huge rock hanging out of the peak, and is leisurely looking up at the bright moon in the sky. It's another sad death day. Mingyue was there at that time. Once returned according to the colorful clouds. That was the last time they saw Lang Fanyun.