Chapter 20 Chapter Eighteen

The air was full of pressure, some came from Ji Yunshang, and some came from the man in Tsing Yi who was slowly walking over.The murderous aura is tangled and coiled in the air, like lions that are hostile to each other, baring their teeth and claws at each other, eager to knock down their opponents. The man in Tsing Yi stepped down steadily step by step, and Ji Yunshang suddenly realized that her murderous aura was suppressed by this step! The murderous aura on his body seems to be a part of his mind, it can be gushed out without a surge of true qi, and it can even compete with the vitality of heaven and earth.He seemed to have two bodies, one body was dressed in green clothes, standing with his hands behind his back, with a faint expression on his face, as if everything in the world was out of his sight; the other body was filled with invisible murderous aura, and a huge shadow spread behind him , standing thinly between the sky and the earth, like the god dancing the end-time dance, holding the sun in one hand and the bright moon in the other.

He is the master of the entire universe, and all things in the world rejoice in his tyranny. Now this abuse is also befalling Ji Yunshang. The murderous aura was like a knife, resounding in her ears. This is not to say that her martial arts are not as high as his, absolutely not.But in terms of murderous aura, this man in Tsing Yi is uniquely blessed, he seems to be a god of killing and destruction, no one can surpass him in murderous aura! Ji Yunshang's pupils gradually shrank: "Zhuo Wangsun?" The man in Tsing Yi nodded, but he didn't answer.It seems that as long as he stands here, others should know who he is.A sneer appeared on the corner of Ji Yunshang's mouth, and he flicked his sleeves lightly, and the momentum created by the blow just now gradually dissipated in the night sky.

Zhuo Wangsun's Tsing Yi is more like the dawn of an autumn night, becoming a little dazzling. As Zhuo Wangsun remained silent, the blue color became brighter and brighter, gradually becoming unstoppable. Ji Yunshang's black clothes were like water, swaying slightly in the moonlight. She smiled and said, "I haven't seen you for a few years, and your martial arts have also improved a lot." Her face was suddenly severe, her eyes raised like a phoenix, and she stared at Zhuo Wangsun coldly.Her words were also as majestic as her demeanor: "Do you think you can trap me here with the formation?"

Her robe sleeves were suddenly parted, and the flying colorful dress seemed to be the brilliant feathers of a phoenix, bringing light into the formation of the sun.The silent formation seemed to wake up suddenly, and there was a roar like a mountain collapsing! Little by little, the power of this formation was revived and activated, but it surrounded Ji Yunshang and turned into soft fingers in her hands. Ji Yunshang looked like the God of the Dark Night, and said slowly: "You must have never imagined that when Bu Jianchen created the Four Heavens Victory Formation, he left behind a secret key!"

The roar of the secret formation seemed to be responding to her words.Kuangba's power surrounds Zhuo Wangsun, ready to tear him apart at any time.Against the background of this earth-shattering power, Ji Yunshang possessed an invincible majesty. She looked at Zhuo Wangsun as if she looked at a child who had done something wrong. "So, how should I kill you?" She knew that even if Zhuo Wangsun had 100,000 dead men, he would not be able to break through the Taiyan Baiyang Formation in a short time.Even if he has invincible martial arts, he can't defeat himself who is in one body and array.

So, he lost. Zhuo Wangsun obviously knew this too, a trace of astonishment flashed across his face, he never thought that there would be such a secret key hidden in the four-day victory formation! But the astonishment was only for a moment. He raised his head and stared at Ji Yunshang who was surrounded by the power of the secret formation in the air again. Ji Yunshang suddenly felt uneasy. There was no panic in Zhuo Wangsun's eyes, but calmness, arrogance, and the calmness to control everything in the world. He is like a king dominating the land, even if he is surrounded by powerful enemies, his majesty still cannot be violated in the slightest!

His eyes were blazing, and his murderous intent was like invisible snow waves, which evaporated with his eyes and turned into a long rainbow, penetrating the entire sky.His voice was extremely clear: "Madam Detain is here to prove one thing." Ji Yunshang didn't speak. Swallowing the sky and accepting the earth, Zhuo Wangsun took a step forward vigorously: "Prove that I am qualified to be the master of this pavilion!" Ji Yunshang remained silent, her eyes became clear.Whenever this happens, it shows that she starts to value her opponent. "Huayin Pavilion has the rules of Huayin Pavilion. As the owner of Huayin Pavilion, you must understand the essence of Chunshui swordsmanship."

Ji Yunshang said lightly: "After I left, are there any rules in Huayin Pavilion? What's more..." Her black eyes fell down, looking at this arrogant young man: "Besides, you who have never seen the Chunshui sword manual, how can you understand the real Chunshui swordsmanship?" Zhuo Wangsun laughed wildly, and suddenly said sharply: "Jian Chunshui told me!" The contemptuous expression on Ji Yunshang's face suddenly stopped. She really didn't expect that the name "Jian Chunshui" would be called out so directly.For decades, when hearing this name, it has been replaced by names such as "Mr. Jian", "The First Pavilion Master of Huayin Pavilion" and "Sword God of Spring Water". It is still unique that it is called out so suddenly.

This sound obviously had a great effect on Ji Yunshang, and her pale face gradually darkened, like the cold mist slightly scattered in the white sun array: "Old Pavilion Master Jian told you? How could he tell you?" you?" "Draw your sword!" Zhuo Wangsun did not draw his sword.His smile didn't disappear either. "My wife must know my rules." "To kill a celebrity, you need a famous sword. Everyone has his own sword. I will use this sword to kill him." "But Madam didn't. Because Madam is already out of the sky." "So, I don't do anything with Madam, I only use swordsmanship."

As he spoke, he pointed out in the air, and his true energy hissed, stirring up a cloud of dust on the ground.Infuriating, several traces were carved on the ground in an instant. Those were a few very faint traces, which did not focus on the thick internal force, nor did they have a grand momentum. All of Zhuo Wangsun's murderous and domineering aura were completely gone after writing these few lines. He stood with his hands behind his back, and his smile became warm. However, Ji Yunshang's face changed drastically. She stared closely at the trace winding out like a dragon and snake, and her eyes gradually became lonely.

There is always a kind of person who will become the king of the world. They rise like the morning sun, and they cannot be covered by multiple clouds.The rules of this world are not set up for them. These few lines are not the Spring Water Sword, nor the Spring Water Sword created by Jian Chunshui. It is Zhuo Wangsun's sword technique, a move created by himself.This move is not Chunshui swordsmanship, but its power is mysterious, but it is not inferior to Chunshui swordsmanship. How can it be said that he doesn't understand the essence of Chunshui swordsmanship?Why does he need to read the Chunshui Sword Manual? With a snap, the branch in her hand was turned into a cloud of dust, which exploded into the night. She let out a long sigh and said, "This is the Spring Water Sword Technique." Zhuo Wangsun said: "Thank you." Ji Yunshang was silent for a moment, and suddenly his eyes froze, and there was a deep coldness in his eyes, which were as quiet as the autumn moon: "I asked Gina to bring back the order of heaven to you, and I wanted to change someone from you—— The person in the Bluestone Prison." Zhuo Wangsun smiled lightly and said, "Does Madam want to rescue him?" Ji Yunshang's voice sank suddenly: "I just made an oath." Her voice was long and cold, like a phoenix singing from the nine heavens: "If I don't die that day, no matter how many mountains and rivers I have in the future, I will kill him by the sword!" Her night-like cloak seemed to feel the anger in her heart, surging up like water waves, fluttering in the night wind. Zhuo Wangsun didn't say a word, still looking at her lightly. After a while, she seemed to realize her gaffe and gradually calmed down. She stared at Zhuo Wangsun, and said coldly: "Do you think that with my current strength, I can no longer fight you?" Zhuo Wangsun shook his head and said: "It seems that madam still doesn't understand the purpose of my Chunshui swordsmanship." Ji Yunshang was silent. Zhuo Wangsun is already the master of the Huayin Pavilion, and he showed Ji Yunshang his sword skills in the hope of gaining her approval.Even though she had left Huayinge and became the leader of the Mandala Sect, he still wanted her approval. Because he will always regard her as the Zhongjun of Huayin Pavilion, he will not attack her. This is not cowardice and concession, but tolerance and respect. Tolerance and respect for others, at the same time, achieves the kingly way of the world. Ji Yunshang was a little sad, it seemed that it was time to retire, the light of these young people was too brilliant. She said softly, "Is Xuan'er okay?" Zhuo Wangsun said: "With or without me, she is the princess of Huayin Pavilion, and will always be." Ji Yunshang was silent, and said slowly: "It's not too bad to let you take charge of Huayin." Her tone gradually became sharper, "However, sooner or later, I will meet this person in the prison. Come and discuss it with the Pavilion Master." As soon as the voice fell, her figure flew up from the forest like a giant black butterfly. For a moment, it was gone. The real decisive battle may not be there either. Huangluan Zhong is not far from Taiyan Baiyang Formation.The moon is in full bloom, the jade platform is condescending, and everything in the white sun formation is clearly visible. Yang Yizhi stared at the battle situation in the formation leaning on the railing, and remained silent for a long time. In fact, he didn't need to see the face of the person who came, but he already knew who had invaded the interior of Huayin Pavilion just by the familiar sword flower.He didn't expect that he would meet Ji Yunshang again at this time and this place. Fortunately, she couldn't see him. All of this is too much of a coincidence, a coincidence that makes people suspicious.It was as if someone who knew the future and saw through the fate secretly tied the strings behind the scenes, and finally gathered all the karma under the moonlight of August 15th. But what is the purpose of such painstaking arrangements? Yang Yizhi frowned, as if lost in thought. When Ji Yunshang fought against the housekeeper and the killer, his sword energy was earth-shattering, but he remained unmoved.Although he got along with Ji Yunshang for a short time, he knew her strength well, and there was no suspense about the outcome of that battle. It wasn't until Zhuo Wangsun drew three sword marks on the ground that his expression changed. He stood far away and couldn't see the sword intent of the three sword marks clearly, but he could read from Ji Yunshang's reaction that the sword intent was exquisite. He never thought before that there was still a person in the world who could subdue Ji Yunshang in terms of sword intent. Could it be that this man named Zhuo Wangsun is really the only one in heaven and earth? His heart couldn't help but shake a little. A hoarse voice sounded from behind him: "President Yang." Yang Yizhi turned around, but saw Lou Xinyue pale, kneeling in front of the Huangluan bell with her sword fetus in her arms, her tall cloud bun hung down and laid out on the jade platform, like an ink-colored flower, rustling in full bloom in the autumn wind In the bright moon, it looked a little sad. Yang Yizhi said: "Fairy Lou..." seemed to want to step forward to help her up. Lou Xinyue shook her head, preventing him from approaching. Yang Yizhi said apologetically, "I didn't finish that sword just now, and I failed Fairy Lou's kindness. I can't use my sword with all my strength tonight. I'll wait until tomorrow night..." Lou Xinyue shook her head, smiled miserably, and said: "Although that sword has not been used completely, the relationship between you and me has been exhausted. These three swords, the leader did not break the promise, but just played by chance. I can't fully appreciate the leader's action. The Sword of Fengyue, this may also be God's will." She sighed softly, then bowed her head in silence. Yang Yizhi was speechless for a while, and said: "The master of the Guige Pavilion has superb swordsmanship, the fairy is lucky to stay by his side, maybe sooner or later he will be able to forge a peerless sword." Lou Xinyue said with a sad smile: "Although the master's sword intent is high, it is a sword that kills. What I wanted to see was the lord's flamboyant, indifferent body, and..." She didn't continue, but suddenly raised her head , the divine light in his eyes moved, "I have been forging swords for many years, and I finally understand a truth. If you want to see through a swordsman's heart, you can only look at his sword. Words and expressions can be fake, only sword intent can pass through bottom of my heart." She put the cold sword fetus on her chest, held the hilt with one hand, and gently stroked the blade with the other. The smile on her face became even paler: "Therefore, I stay here with the lord, in name, to see the lord. In fact, I want to see the sword intent..." She raised her head, her eyes fixed on Yang Yizhi's face, "The leader's intention." Yang Yi was shocked and looked at her in astonishment, speechless. Lou Xinyue closed her eyes lightly, grasped the uncut blade with both hands, and said with a faint smile: "I want to use my blood to ask this divine sword made for you—are you really a heartless person?" ?” Her voice was very soft, but every time she said a word, her hands became more forceful, the edge of the blunt sword body slowly sank into her palm, and a bright red blood trail snaked down from the sword body. Yang Yizhi shook his head and said, "Why are you doing this?" Lou Xinyue said with a smile: "Back then, the sword was forged by the general, but the sword could not be made for a long time. The two of them threw themselves into the furnace, and Fang Chengquan made two magic weapons. Today, I, Lou Xinyue, will also use my own blood to cast this sword for League Leader Yang. An immeasurable sword." She said softly, but the sword fetus in her hand sank deeper and deeper, and her slender brows became tighter and tighter, but the smile on her face was so happy. The blood flowed down her wrist and dripped onto the snow-white jade platform, like a winter plum blooming in the snow. Yang Yizhi shook his head and said: "Impossible." He was about to step forward to stop him, but he heard someone behind him sigh: "President Yang, this is her wish for many years, why not be beautiful?" The sky full of moonlight seemed to be darkened suddenly, and I saw Zhuo Wangsun in Tsing Yi Luoluo, walking up the steps towards Huangluan Zhong. Yang Yizhi's brows gradually relaxed, he cupped his hands and said, "Mr. Zhuo." Zhuo Wangsun said with a smile: "It was my idea to detain the leader for three days. But I never thought that she would invite you to help her forge a sword. Surrounded by enemies, I spared no effort to fulfill the wish of the girl I met with. The leader is virtuous, All in all, it’s really admirable.” Yang Yizhi looked at the Baiyang Formation from a distance, and said: "The enemy is now, Mr. Zhuo and the people in the Huayin Pavilion do not avoid people, do not hide evil, are open and upright, and are far from the world. It must be considered that Gina stays in the Gui Pavilion. I have a good home." Zhuo Wangsun's smile gradually gathered on his face, and he became a little mocking: "I'm afraid that after tonight, not only Gina will stay in Huayin Pavilion." Yang Yizhi said: "Oh?" Zhuo Wangsun's smile gradually cooled down: "And you." His eyes shifted to the huge Huangluan Bell: "For nearly a thousand years, Huayin Pavilion has been regarded as the largest forbidden place in the martial arts world, and no one has ever broken into it. This bell is a symbol of the supreme authority of Huayin Pavilion. I invite the leader to come here today because I want the leader to prove one thing for me." Yang Yizhi didn't answer, but his expression gradually sank. Zhuo Wangsun said word by word: "Prove that the thousand-year-old rules of Huayin Pavilion are worth making an exception for the leader." Yang Yizhi said indifferently: "How can Mr. Zhuo prove it?" Zhuo Wangsun said: "Leader Yang has already made a sword. It would be unfair to compete with you at this moment. Lou Xinyue's words are right. To see a swordsman, you can only look at his sword. Therefore, I didn't compete with Ji just now. Yunshang fights, but only uses swordsmanship, and now, I will not fight with the leader, but only look at your sword intent." It's sword intent again. Yang Yizhi smiled indifferently: "Mr. Zhuo confronted Ji Yunshang. Although it was a move, the murderous aura had been vented, no less than a big battle. Even if you use a sword against me at this moment, it is not unfair. It's just my sword, not Always something to watch." Zhuo Wangsun sighed slightly: "Whether this sword is fair or not, whether you want it or not, you have to watch it." There was also some regret in his sigh. He didn't want to confront Yang Yizhi at this time, but the words "Master of Huayin Pavilion" weighed more than a thousand. When he grasped the power, he also assumed the responsibility. The taboos that have been passed down in the pavilion for thousands of years must not be broken in his hands. Yang Yizhi also nodded.The four words of martial arts leader also weigh more than a thousand. The more he faces the most important enemy in his life, the less he can show weakness. Zhuo Wangsun's voice sank: "If your sword intent is enough to impress me, then Zhuo will swear by the Huangluan bell, and the Huayin Pavilion will be opened up and down, and the gate will be opened wide, and the lord will leave. And from now on Afterwards, the leader will have the privilege of entering and exiting the Huayin Pavilion." Yang Yizhi nodded, and there was some self-deprecating in his smile - this is really the privilege that countless people in the world "wish for". The corner of Zhuo Wangsun's mouth curled up into a sneer: "If it's not enough, the lord knows my rules. To kill a famous person, use a famous sword. The unfinished famous sword that Lou Xinyue forged for you will be your burial." He turned his head and waved to Lou Xinyue, "Give him the sword." Lou Xinyue's hands were soaked in blood, and her clothes were stained crimson. She focused on the sword embryo, and said softly: "Yes." The gloomy light of the sword embryo shone on her face, revealing a trace of tragic determination in her pale expression. She suddenly condensed the true energy in her whole body, concentrated it between her palms, and then pressed her palms together! A blood flower bloomed in the night, and the salty smell permeated the entire high platform. Yang Yizhi frowned and shouted: "Stop!" He wanted to stop it, but it was already too late. The index fingers of her left and right hands have been severely bruised by the edge of the blunt sword embryo! A large stream of blood gushed out from her severed finger, and walked on the sword embryo like a startled dragon, emitting strange red lights. Suddenly, the red light burst out into the surrounding night sky as if it had been impelled by an invisible force, like a ball of dancing flames. An extremely slight crackling sound came from the night sky. The heavy sword tire was actually stained with cracks by blood. Lou Xinyue bit her lips tightly, and with a sudden shake, the cracks turned into countless dust fragments, which flew away under her force! A flowing brilliance burst out from the flying debris. The sound of dragon chant resounded through the sky. The halo all over the sky gradually dissipated, and it was restored to a long sword between her trembling hands. It looks as if it is tangible and intangible, such as black ice, quicksand, moon shadow, and light beam.Rather than saying it is a sword, it is better to say that it is a cluster of lights and shadows that have turned into a sword shape, and they are still flowing along the trajectory of the sword. Only a faint bloodstain in the endless stream of nothingness swears its existence. Zhuo Wangsun looked at Lou Xinyue, with an uncertain expression on his face, and finally said calmly: "For a swordsman, a broken index finger means that he will not be able to hold a sword in this life. What she offers is not only her flesh and blood, but also her whole life." Sincerity to the sword." He turned his gaze to Yang Yizhi: "Therefore, you cannot be defeated." Yang Yizhi's expression gradually became serious, and he nodded. Lou Xinyue got up, staggered a few steps, came to Yang Yizhi, held the sword of light and shadow to her chest, and said with a sad smile: "I call this sword 'Xinyue'." She stared at him with a gratifying smile in her eyes: "Fengyue, it has nothing to do with the sword, it's only in your heart." Yang Yizhi didn't answer, and took the "Xinyue" sword silently. At this time, all words and actions are superfluous. He can only use the sword that is so vast to answer the question of Lou Xinyue's heart, and the sword that Zhuo Wangsun asked! The fifteenth moon is shining brightly. This is the most brilliant splendor of Tiangong Heng'e in a year, who will it bloom at this time? The long sword of the heart and the moon, reflecting the moon and shining. This is the most miraculous work in the swordsmith's life, who will it dance for now? Yang Yizhi's hand holding the sword looked so white, so slender and flawless under the moonlight. And that Xinyue sword was like quicksand, flowing between his fingers. Suddenly, his hand moved. Everything around seemed to retreat from the light, and the only light beam was in his hand, flowing gently. But this is not a sword, but the eyes of the peerless beauty when she is about to die, so beautiful and so sad. He closed his eyes, but he could still see the mournful look in that look. He cut off his hearing, but he could still hear sobbing from nowhere. He blocked his sense of touch, but he could still feel the trembling and warmth in her hands. He didn't follow any tricks, but only followed the unknowable trajectory in his mind, letting the long sword in his hand swing freely in the moon sky. At that moment, he clearly felt Xinyue Sword crying in his palm, weeping for this most beautiful sword. The sound of heartbeat and the temperature of blood came from the hands. That was her indescribable, but never-ending deep affection. Just at that moment, their hearts, bound by the long sword, jumped together. For him, it's a confidant's mind-to-heart connection. For her, it is the sympathy of lovers. They are destined not to meet together, but in this chance meeting, the beauty of this moment becomes an eternal memory in my heart. The tip of the sword trembled slightly, and it quickly slashed towards Zhuo Wangsun along an unknowable trajectory.Then it froze a foot in front of him, and suddenly dispersed! Quicksand-like debris traces gracefully through the air before sinking. Zhuo Wangsun's true energy did not move at all.He was also immersed in the beauty of the world shown by this sword, and did not move. The Xinyue Sword was not destroyed by Zhuo Wangsun's invincible murderous aura, but only because the long sword, which took only three days to forge, could not bear the power of the sword, nor could it bear the beauty of the sword. The more amazing the beauty, the more it only blooms in an instant. Yang Yizhi slowly opened his eyes, seeing the crystal clear sand flying in the sky, he couldn't help feeling a little lonely. He cast his eyes on Lou Xinyue, and his voice was as soft as if it came from the sky: "Thank you." thanks. What a mellow word, like wine between confidants; and what a cold word, like the end of the world separated by heaven and man. Thank you, it is the docking of all kinds of tenderness, and the helplessness of lovesickness for a lifetime.After saying these two words, all the love and affection will not start, and the rest are just friends. Although there was endless helplessness in his tone, it was also so firm. Lou Xinyue looked at him and nodded—it might be a kind of luck to be his confidant. Tears filled her smile, and she fell down slowly. Zhuo Wangsun frowned, as if he was still feeling emotional about the sword just now. After a long time, he sighed and said, "Let's go." Yang Yizhi looked at him without answering. Zhuo Wangsun said slowly: "This sword is indeed wonderful, but I let you go not because of this sword." He glanced at Lou Xinyue and shook his head slightly, "It's because, three days Within a day, you can actually take away a person's heart." There is a touch of sentimentality in his words: "I always think that the swordsmanship that can hurt people's hearts is the real swordsmanship." Yang Yizhi was speechless, and after a long time he said: "I have failed her wholeheartedly, and she must not be convicted because of me." Zhuo Wangsun shook his head and said, "This wind, this moon, this sword, this person...what is your crime?" Yang Yizhi cupped his hands to express his thanks, but was speechless. Zhuo Wangsun said again: "Today, I have the right time, the right place, and the right people. If I fight with you, even if I win, it will be a victory without force." He waved his hand to see off the guests and said, "When we meet again in a different place, it will be the day of the decisive battle between you and me." Yang Yizhi looked at Lou Xinyue, but finally turned and left without saying anything. The bright moon still shines on his flying white clothes, adding a bit of sadness to the desolation. How many unbearable thoughts are carried on the white clothes, all of which are desolate.