"I once saw the peach garden, which flourished in Yumen." Mo Wendong stopped.

Tang Zangtian also stopped and looked ahead.

There is indeed a large forest. However, not half of the leaves and flowers have fallen on these dead trees. But it is not difficult to imagine how prosperous it once was.

"I'm back." Mo Wendong's tone was no longer cold and ruthless, but became gentle.

Tang Zhantian asked: "Where is this place?"

"This is the place I have fought for all my life." Mo Wendong raised his sleeves, and the peach garden in the forest bloomed in an instant, but within a moment, it withered back into desolation. Since returning to Yumen a few months ago, the flowers have bloomed and withered.

He didn't know how many times he had read it, but at this moment, he still sighed softly.

It was an uncontrollable sadness.

People can't help but shed tears after listening to it.

"Sir, you want this peach blossom to bloom again." Tang Zangtian had already guessed.

Mo Wendong replied: "It should have been in bloom all the time."

"Since there is blooming, there will be decline. This is the time of heaven." Tang Zangtian clenched his Mo sword, "In the face of this time of heaven, how can I help?"

Mo Wendong's pupils narrowed slightly, but they soon returned to their original state, "Outside of the sky, there is a lot you can do to help me."

Tang Zangtian was stunned, "What do you mean?"

"Just like now, you can help me welcome guests." Mo Wendong turned his head and stared at the frost blooming quietly in the withered forest.

Tang Zhantian also noticed this wisp of sword energy, which seemed particularly abrupt in the scorching desert. He hurriedly swung his black sword and slashed out several black sword waves.

But the frost was getting closer and closer, breaking all his sword waves one after another.

Only when he was at a certain distance did he see clearly that it was a sword.

A very special sword. It seems to be made of black ice.

She looks the same as the woman holding this sword.

Just as cold.

This is indeed the case. After she appeared, everything she passed turned into ice. And the wind and sand raised when she came over also instantly condensed into snow dust when she was about to approach the sword in her hand, which was so sharp.

It's unbearable.

Tang Zhantian hurriedly applied the Tang Sect's hidden weapon technique to the Mo Sword. With a sharp twist of his wrist, the Mo Sword also spun in front of him, completely protecting his body's vital points and causing the snow dust to scatter in all directions.

.But even so, the black clothes on his body inevitably had countless tiny gaps.

By the time the snow dust had completely cleared, the man in blue had already arrived in front of him.

The coming of a sword is like falling into an ice prison.

If it were Tang Zangtian three years ago, at this moment, it might have been doomed to defeat.

But now he is different.

The ink sword slowly rose up like flowing water and clouds, and struck the oncoming ice sword. The ink flowed across it, releasing the cold force. But the woman in the blue hood holding the sword was not surprised, but said softly.

"Mountain ghost."

The sword is silent in the empty mountains and snow, and the ghosts in the mountains do not listen.

There was once a sword master who, in pursuit of the ultimate perfection, left a sword on the top of Kunlun. No one could recognize it, and no one could appreciate it. Only the wind and snow accompanied him. So he could realize something and create something.

This sword has become extinct in the world.

But the woman with the blue hood has recreated this peerless swordsmanship!

From the overwhelming coldness, it suddenly became incomprehensible.

It seems like it has never existed, yet it is everywhere.

The Guhan Sword no longer had a falling trajectory, only the cold wind was blowing. Mo Jian was immediately suppressed by the invisible sword energy in succession. Tang Zangtian couldn't resist it, so he had to fight hard against the sword energy wrapped in the cold wind.

stamp.

"Mo Jian Jue, Ming Gui!" A stream of ink mist spread silently from the Mo Sword.

Minggui comes from the ancient Mohist book "Mozi".

That is to identify the existence of ghosts and gods.

Ghosts and gods have nowhere to hide.

Tang Zhantian was among them. He saw that the ink mist was being cut open continuously, and he could clearly identify the specific locations of all the invisible sword energy.

"Let's see where else you can draw your sword!" Tang Zangtian raised his sword and swiped it, smashing the illusory sword energy into pieces.

Then he dragged his sword and struck towards the woman in blue hood!

"It's over." After Tang Zangtian finished speaking, he was stunned.

Because the three words he said actually overlapped with what the woman said.

"You only pay attention to the front of you, but ignore the back." Mu Kexin said: "When the snow falls, it is everywhere."

Tang Zangtian immediately felt some sharp sword energy coming from behind. Just as he was about to turn around to block it, Mo Jian was knocked away by Mu Kexin's Guhan Sword. After spinning in the sky for a few times, he inserted it.

Falling into the sand, Mo Wendong gently raised his finger and smashed the sword energy behind Tang Zangtian into pieces.

Then no one took another step.

Because there was another ordinary sword already pressed against Mo Wendong's back.

Mo Wendong was not surprised, "You seem to have been here a long time ago."

"I'm here to ask something, and please tell me the truth." Ling Jianqiu, holding up the Chen Sword, said calmly.

"My life is in your hands." Mo Wendong smiled.

Ling Jianqiu brought the sword an inch closer, "I came back here three months ago and worked hard to investigate the truth behind Loulan's fall. But every time the truth is about to come out, the clue that points directly to the truth will be broken.

"

Mo Wendong raised his eyebrows, "Are you questioning me?"

"I also thought about finding another shortcut. But the successive gains and losses tell me that if I want to know the truth, I can't get around you." Ling Jianqiu narrowed his eyes slightly.

"No wonder my father taught you how to practice the Sword Heart Technique, because you can understand the whole story through tiny clues. Nothing can tell the autumn better than a leaf." Mo Wendong praised: "You are right, in this world, there is indeed only one

I alone know the answer. But I can’t tell you the answer yet.”

Ling Jianqiu was stunned, "This is not the answer I want to hear."

"But this is the best answer I can give now." Mo Wendong put his hands in his sleeves, "If I want to give you the answer you want, there will be a big price. And now

I still can’t face the cost.”

Ling Jianqiu asked coldly: "I need an explanation."

"I was seriously injured, an injury that killed me." Mo Wendong replied.

"What kind of person can hurt you?" Ling Jianqiu frowned.

"You've seen it. They've been to Changbai."

When Ling Jianqiu was practicing his sword, there were only a few people who had been to Changbai, so he quickly thought of the two young Taoist priests who were not much older than him, "Are they them?"

"Thanks to Wudang, my fragmented immortal body can no longer maintain the huge power surging in my body, and I may die suddenly at any time." Mo Wendong nodded, "So, I must repair my body.

A broken body."
Chapter completed!