"Senior Brother Murong, why is this sister gone?" Mo Haochen turned his head.

Murong Haoyue walked out of the darkness, but watched Luo Yeci go away. He was originally entrusted by Ren Shaohua and others to keep guard Luo Yeci, in case she had any unpredictable changes in the interception and killing Mo Wendong. But Murong Haoyue just hesitated for a moment and let Luo Yeci leave.

"Perhaps, only she can truly end all this." Murong Haoyue murmured.

But Mo Haochen was still struggling with what he had just said: "Senior brother, did I make this sister angry?"

Murong Haoyue smiled gently: "No. No. No matter how good the senior brother is to you, he will scold you for your laziness. But there will always be someone in this world who will silently tolerate everything about you. The leader of the Luo clan is not angry with you."

Mo Haochen didn't hear the profound meaning in his words, but just scratched his head: "The senior brother of the head said that it's always right to call a girl, and it's always right to call her younger. But I'm obviously called the elder sister of the Luo clan, but why, she seems a little reluctant?"

"Haochen, you have to remember one sentence." Murong Haoyue sighed.

"What's the matter?"

“Not everyone can have the life they want.”

———

The sword ancestor Mo Jinshu clearly did not win when he first came out of the world, but in the end he used the sword to start the Central Plains martial arts world.

Because he has learned all the world and read all the vicissitudes of life, and integrated all the world into his sword. Victory has the result of victory, defeat has the cause of defeat, and every failure of him will not make him angry, but will savor it carefully like drinking tea and keep all the romantic life in the world. However, later, Axian died in Loulan, and he used his sword to confer the exiled immortals. Since then, no one in the world has dared to call himself an immortal easily.

No one thought that he would use such a sword, and no one thought that he could use a mortal sword to seal the path of immortality.

Continuously obtaining and constantly creating sword moves can naturally make people unexpected.

But the most unexpected thing in the world is ultimately losing it.

In order to repay the kindness of the peach and plum, Luo Feiyu has been running on the road to grievances for his master's wife since he left the world.

How much has he lost on this road?

What else can you lose?

Luo Feiyu held his breath and clenched the sword.

"What does he want to do?" Mu Kexin said in a deep voice.

Ling Jianqiu frowned slightly. The sword heart technique he had cultivated should have no idea what Luo Feiyu thought in his heart. But he only felt that the sword energy surged beside Luo Feiyu like a tide, unable to see through his thoughts.

"I just want to take a look at Taoyuan in the end." Mo Wendong looked at Luo Feiyu calmly.

But Luo Feiyu raised his sword.

In the blink of an eye, he came to Mo Wendong.

"Why?" Mo Wendong raised his head, picked up a flower chess and shot towards Luo Feiyu.

The flower chess seems to be formed by the dust of flowers, but in fact it contains Mo Wendong's deep internal strength and the power of the stars from the silver cloak on him. Each piece is as unshakable as a mountain.

But Luo Feiyu not only did not avoid it, but instead met the chess piece with a sword.

"Moving mountains and picking the mountain sword? There are so many things my father has taught you." Mo Wendong finally reached the limit of patience. "It's a pity that he did this just to use a body to recreate his mother's ways to comfort his disposable longing! Do you actually want to use such a move to deal with me?"

"You are wrong." Luo Feiyu, who had not spoken, spoke at this moment.

Mo Wendong sneered, and his words gradually became crazy: "Since he was so affectionate, why didn't he rescue his mother back then, and why didn't he seek revenge from those people! And why! Don't let the world become what my mother wants to see."

"It is not that he does not seek revenge, but that he understands from beginning to end what the world in the heart of the master's wife is." Luo Feiyu lifted his sword, "and not like you, in the name of revenge for the master's wife, poisoning the common people and straw dogs in the world."

"What's wrong with me!" Mo Wendong roared.

Luo Feiyu looked indifferent.

The sword fell immediately.

But it collapsed at the moment when it touched the chess piece.

Mo Wendong opened his eyes wide in surprise.

The sword of Zhe Jian, a demon sword that carries countless legends and sins in the eyes of the world, finally ushered in his own ending.

The residual blade rotated several times in the air and then penetrated Mo Wendong's shoulder.

Mo Wendong's eyes were cold and fierce, but he bizarrely discovered that the sword energy contained in the residual blade echoed the sword marks that Luo Feiyu had fallen on his shoulder. The sword energy poured out, and blood bloomed on his shoulder like a flower. He took a few steps and the flower chess around him also collapsed into dust. If he wanted to repair this sword injury, he must return to the realm of immortals.

Luo Feiyu also had a pale face and knelt on the ground holding the broken sword.

"Why are you fighting?" Mo Wendong calmed down and asked softly.

Luo Feiyu lowered his head and did not answer.

"What my mother wants to protect is this commoner, what my father wants to protect is his mother's dream, but what you want to protect is the story my father told you." Mo Wendong smiled, "But you don't know, what I want to protect is just my long-standing youth. It is because of this that I have hidden my youth in my heart. In this way, no one can break what I want to protect."

"I did want to protect this story in the past." Luo Feiyu raised his head, "But I am now."

"But I just want to protect this spring breeze."

Mo Wendong smiled at the sky and said, "But you no longer have a sword."

"No, I still have a sword." Luo Feiyu suddenly said.

The gentle sword wind blows by.

The umbrella sword is unsheathed.

Luo Feiyu looked at Jiang Mo in his hand.

"The road to the rivers and lakes is far away, go and return together." This is the last words engraved by Gongsun Shilian on the sword.

It's also what I left for him.

Mo Wendong sneered: "It's useless. This sword, like its owner, has suffered a great disaster in front of the jade gate. It has long been a scattered sword."

Luo Feiyu raised his sword and pointed it at Mo Wendong. But Mo Wendong raised his finger, and the true energy flowed out of his fingertips, cutting off the sword energy in the sky. The injuries on his shoulder also recovered as before.

"It's over." Mo Wendong's silver clothes fluttered, and his eyes were filled with desolation.

He raised his long sleeves and activated the spring breeze.

"Since you are fighting for this spring breeze."

"Then die in this spring breeze."

Suddenly, the wind surging!

But at this moment, blood light surged out from the Jiangmo sword, forming a barrier, blocking the gust of murderous wind for Luo Feiyu, and Jiangmo, who had lost the protection of the sword sheath, was also broken in the wind and sand.

However, at the break, which is where Gongsun Shilian carved the letters, several hole-shaped gaps appeared.

The spring breeze comes from Yumen, passing through the dead forests all over the ground, and peach blossoms bloom in full bloom.

He also poured over the flawless sword on Luo Feiyu's hand and remembered the tear-jerking sound of nature.

It seems like a jade man is alone among the flowers, blowing the flute in the wind.

It is the song "Song of the Pain".

And there was a sword that quietly appeared behind Luo Feiyu.
Chapter completed!