Who among the gangsters wants to fall in love?

Chapter 420 Mo Jingxue

The tavern was not far from Yagu Pass. Some of the soldiers guarding the city glanced to the side and saw that in the snow on the distant horizon, it looked as if the sky had opened its eyes and was looking down at the earth. They were immediately terrified.

“W-What is that!?”

"My goodness, are there really ghosts and immortals in this world?!"

The already tense defending troops immediately erupted in uproar.

Standing atop the towering arrow tower, Xiao Lengyue also witnessed this extraordinary phenomenon, and her expression subtly changed.

However, she was more skilled in martial arts and spent a lot of time with Zhao Wumian, so she knew that he had used the Naraku Red Silk to practice martial arts in seclusion during his time in the capital.

With Zhao Wumian's current strength, there is no need to cultivate martial arts in the secular world... If he really wanted to cultivate, he could only learn 'immortal techniques' like the Transformation of Emptiness Immortal Technique.

She didn't know exactly what he had learned, but judging from the commotion, it seemed that no one but him could make such a big fuss.

She couldn't help but mutter to herself in bewilderment, "Is Sleepless really going to become an immortal?"

Sword Master Chu Ruzhou was also shocked by the scene. Seeing Xiao Lengyue watching, he couldn't help but fly over, wanting to ask her what she thought of this expert who was closely related to Zhao Wumian.

Upon hearing this, he couldn't help but exclaim in astonishment, "It really is his trick!"

"I'm not sure..."

Before Xiao Lengyue could finish speaking, Chu Ruzhou raised his voice to the surrounding crowd and said loudly:

"Don't panic, everyone. Calm down. This is the work of Marquis Weiming. He is fighting the bandits inside the pass!"

As soon as the words were spoken, the initially flustered garrison looked at each other in bewilderment, then quickly became excited again.

Chu Ruzhou was quick-witted. Regardless of whether Zhao Wumian was behind it, the strange phenomenon in the rear required finding a reason to stabilize morale.

As soon as he finished speaking, he glanced back and couldn't help but rub the hilt of his sword, his hand itching with desire.

Xiao Lengyue, with her rich experience in the martial world, had once met Chu Ruzhou under the guise of the Goddess of the Luo River. At this moment, she glanced at the long sword in his arms and asked in a puzzled tone.

"This sword... doesn't seem to be the swordsman's sword."

"The old sword was badly damaged, so we replaced it with a new one."

Chu Ruzhou snapped out of his daze, chuckled, gave a perfunctory reply, and flew away to continue serving as the Prince of Yan's personal guard.

Xiao Lengyue withdrew her gaze, completely unconcerned about Jian Kui's situation. She simply looked towards the direction inside the pass, hesitated for a few seconds, and then couldn't resist using her lightness skill to fly out of the pass and head towards Zhao Wumian's direction.

If this strange phenomenon was indeed caused by Zhao Wumian, then he must have encountered an opponent he needed to go all out against... and this opponent could not possibly be just Mo Jingxue.

The shaman is probably also there.

If this strange phenomenon was caused by someone else... then Xiao Lengyue should rush to their aid immediately.

As for whether Uudam might be hiding in the shadows, taking advantage of the moment she was away to assassinate the Prince of Yan...

To be honest, Xiao Lengyue didn't care at all.

As soon as the sword was drawn, blood splattered uncontrollably all over Zhao Wumian's body.

He seemed to have been pierced by countless transparent arrows, or perhaps he had gone astray in his martial arts training, leading to a qi deviation.

Mo Jingxue was right. Zhao Wumian's sword contained the spatial magic of the Inlaid Gold Boshan Furnace, which he had specially comprehended within the Naraku Red Silk in order to deal with Shamantian's tortoise shell.

He could have used the Transformation Immortal Technique to deal with Shamantian in the same way he dealt with Zhujiutian, but Shamantian's techniques were different from Zhujiutian's.

Zhu Jiutian is simply hard, but Shaman Tian has internal energy all over his body... If you use a sword to cut Zhu Jiutian, you will at most be knocked away, but if you use a sword to cut Shaman Tian, ​​the sword will be damaged and worn down by the internal energy first.

If weapons are not used properly, they will break within a few years.

He cherished Jiu'er's sword.

Anyway, he has already reached the pinnacle of the mortal world. The only way to go further is to cultivate and comprehend immortal techniques... He will have to take a step forward sooner or later, it doesn't matter.

He underestimated the sword's destructive power, but he didn't regret it.

It was just a minor external injury; it wasn't fatal.

If Mo Jingxue and Shamantian knew that Zhao Wumian had gone to such lengths just for a sword, Shamantian would curse him as a madman, and Mo Jingxue would laugh and say that he was very suitable for Huanzhen Pavilion.

However, neither of them was paying attention to these details at the moment.

Zhao Wumian fell from the sky, his sword sheath touching the ground. After catching his breath, he straightened up again.

He stood in the wind and snow, sword in one hand and scabbard in the other, his white clothes stained with blood, coldly looking at Shamantian.

Shamantian was nearly cut in half at the waist, covered in blood. He couldn't remember the last time he had suffered such an injury. Thick, dark red blood spilled uncontrollably from his mouth.

Zhao Wumian raised his sword and pointed it at Shamantian, saying coldly:
"I'm sparing your life because I have some questions for you... Xiao Yuanmu's martial arts are similar to yours, yet he is suffering from an imbalance of Yin and Yang, while you are unharmed... If you tell me the truth about his secret, I'll give you a quick death."

Shaman Tian swayed, staggered, and almost fell over; blood had already formed a pool beneath him.

"Heh...huh..."

He forced himself to steady himself, gasped for breath, and raised his hand to touch the sword wound on his chest, which was covered in blood. His throat was full of blood, and his voice was muffled, but his tone remained calm.

"Does Your Excellency think I'm afraid of death? If you kill me, I won't say anything; if you don't kill me, I still won't say anything."

Zhao Wumian narrowed his eyes slightly. Suddenly, Shamantian's eyes hardened, his face flushed red, and he let out a loud shout:
"drink----"

The blizzard, which had been gradually subsiding, suddenly began to blow in all directions from the shaman's sky as the center.

His inner energy was released without reservation, transforming into the purest impact force. Even Mo Jingxue, who was beside him, could not stand firm, as if a tattered sack had been blown several feet away.

Zhao Wumian knew that Shamantian would not admit defeat so easily, and still thought that he had a secret technique such as the Heavenly Demon Blood Release.

But upon closer inspection, he mustered his strength, gritted his teeth, glanced at Zhao Wumian, and stomped his foot heavily, rushing backward and covering dozens of feet in the blink of an eye.

Shaman Tian was clearly completely defeated by Zhao Wumian and felt ashamed of his inferiority. If the fight continued, he would really be defeated here.

Mo Jingxue was thrown several feet away, rolled a few times in the snow, and then sprang up smoothly. Her injuries were no less severe than Shaman Tian's, and she was in a bad mood. She couldn't help but cough up blood again.

As he watched Shamantian flee, he raised an eyebrow, glanced back at the border, and then, without uttering a word, used his lightness skill to fly away.

Upon seeing the sword, both men made the same choice without prior agreement, only their escape routes differed.

"The big bad wolf."

Zhao Wumian was so angry he laughed. One side was about the Sheath of Seclusion, and the other was Zhao Wumian's enemy. Who should he pursue? An ordinary person would definitely hesitate for a while.

But Zhao Wumian did not hesitate. With a flash of cold light, he moved forward like a wild goose flying across the snow, aiming straight for the heart of the Shaman Queen.

Kill Sha Mantian first, then chase after Mo Jingxue... Neither of them will escape from his sword!

Shaman Tian knew that this was a matter of life and death. Although his injuries were severe, he desperately squeezed out every bit of strength in his body. His strength seemed to be recovering in his final moments, and his reactions were not slow at all.

As he continued his escape without slowing down, he suddenly swung his hand, his palm seemingly forged from iron, aiming at Zhao Wumian's longsword.

Unwilling to let Qingxu Sword be damaged by Shamantian's internal energy, Zhao Wumian lightly brushed the sword past his palm and immediately changed his move, thrusting the sword towards his throat.

Click————

Just as the longsword was sheathed and before it could be thrust out, a thunderous crack suddenly erupted from the severed arm where the sleeve of Shamantian's robe was tied, and the sleeve tore apart inch by inch.

His hand was long gone, but the severed area seemed to be wrapped with tons of gunpowder, and unparalleled energy suddenly erupted at extremely close range.

Zhao Wumian sighed inwardly. Shaman Tian's hand was broken, meaning there were no meridians in his palm... Without these meridians, how could he still unleash his inner energy?
This is still the same underhanded trick that Shaman Tianzang has been using until now!

This burst of energy was terrifying. Zhao Wumian raised his arm to block it, and instantly felt an unparalleled impact travel through his arm into his body, causing him to fly backward.

Under the reaction force, Shaman's escape speed increased by several times, as if a black arrow had suddenly pierced through the layers of snow.

His feet lightly touched the snow, like a flying fox in the snow, his movements were extremely agile.

Zhao Wumian braced himself with one hand on the ground, crouching like a tiger, and slid backward several feet. The force of his foot burst out instantly, and a semi-circular pit suddenly appeared in the snow as he skimmed forward.

The two blood-soaked figures chased and fled through the snow. In just a few breaths, they had covered countless miles and arrived at a pine forest in the blink of an eye.

Beside the forest is a river, its water clear, mixed with ice, not yet completely frozen into a glacier.

Just as Shaman Tian was about to enter the forest, suddenly, a shrill sound of a sword being drawn rang out from within, startling the pine forest so that the pine needles trembled.

Wu Kui's lightness skill was already faster than a thousand-mile horse, and the battle site was not far from the border. Soon Xiao Lengyue arrived nearby.

Hearing the commotion, she reacted swiftly, drew her sword, rushed out of the pine forest, and stood in front of Shamantian, her pretty face filled with murderous intent.

"Death!"

Shaman Tian was not afraid of Xiao Lengyue, but he did not want to be entangled with others at this moment. Seeing Xiao Lengyue holding his sword in front of him, he stomped his feet on the ground, sliding two grooves in the snow. He raised his hand and shook the snow in front of him, creating two huge holes.

boom!
With the burst of internal energy, Xiao Lengyue's dress fluttered wildly, and the pine tree behind her was instantly stripped bare.

This move wasn't particularly lethal, but the reaction force allowed Shaman Tian to regain his momentum, gliding smoothly through the snow at a right angle before exploding to the side.

Even though Shamantian reacted quickly, his original escape route was intercepted, forcing him to change lanes, and his speed was inevitably affected, causing him to pause for a moment.

Zhao Wumian did not expect to see his aunt here, but he reacted very quickly and keenly caught the moment when Shamantian paused.

choke----

He ran two fingers across the gleaming blade once more.

The same trick had little effect on Wu Kui, which was why he hadn't used it rashly earlier. But now that Shaman Tian had revealed a weakness, it was an opportunity to strike!
Wipe wiping ————

The longsword suddenly slashed through the snow, and the silent killing move once again created a gap in the snow curtain without making much of a sound.

Shaman Tian's expression was cold and stern. He had been prepared for this move. Even though he had paused for a moment, his speed suddenly increased again. He soared into the air like a cannonball, with gunpowder-like internal energy constantly blasting out from beneath him.

He had clearly been deliberately holding back, only to force Zhao Wumian to use his sword before escaping.

He knew that once Zhao Wumian used this sword, the backlash would definitely hinder his movements.

The moment Zhao Wumian drew his sword was his only chance to escape.

Shaman Tian was meticulous and shrewd, truly deserving of the title of "King of the Grasslands" on par with Uudam, but the battlefield situation often changes in an instant.

Before Zhao Wumian's sword could cut him in half at the waist, he dodged it, but Zhao Wumian's sword was simply too fast.

They were so fast that they had already torn open his clothes, the skin around his waist, and the thin rope of the human skin drum hanging at his side.

The thin rope snapped, and the human skin drum fell downwards due to gravity. Shaman Tian suddenly turned around, his pupils shrinking.

The scene of the chase through the snowstorm seemed to freeze in time.

Immediately afterwards——

puff...

Shaman Tian landed on the snow with both feet, his only remaining hand tightly clutching the human skin drum in his arms. He staggered a few steps, and a bloodstain slowly appeared on his waist.

Thump—

He collapsed in the snow, his blood instantly spreading and staining the snow red... He had been cut in half at the waist.

The snow was falling heavily, then suddenly it became quiet.

rustle----

Zhao Wumian approached with his sword drawn, his boots leaving bloody footprints in the snow.

Shaman Tian still held the human skin drum tightly, his eyes were already somewhat unfocused, and his vision was turning black.

Only when she heard footsteps did she manage to muster a little strength and look away from Zhao Wumian's boots, turning her gaze to his face.

Zhao Wumian looked down at Shamantian from his high vantage point, his handsome face cold and stern. He held the scabbard horizontally in front of him and slid the sword into its sheath.

He glanced at the human skin drum in Shaman's arms, knowing the customs of shamanism, and therefore knew what the human skin drum meant to Shaman.

Therefore, he didn't ask any further questions, but simply asked in a low voice:
“I know about blood-coagulation crystals, but relying solely on external aids will only treat the symptoms, not the root cause… Blood-coagulation crystals are just an auxiliary method, don’t you have other approaches?”

Shaman's pupils dilated as he stared intently at Zhao Wumian, a slight smirk playing on his lips. "No...no..."

whoosh—

The sound echoed in my ears amidst the wind and snow, and the accumulated snow fell on Shaman's body, quickly turning it red with blood.

Zhao Wumian lowered his head and pondered, unsure whether Shamantian's words were true or false, when he heard Xiao Lengyue's footsteps.

Shaman Tian shifted his gaze and glanced at Xiao Lengyue.

He was in a daze, his eyes could barely see anything, he could only vaguely make out figures.

Looking at Xiao Lengyue's long dress and waist-length black hair, I vaguely saw someone else in her.

"mother……"

His voice was choked with blood as he called out softly.

His voice was so soft that only he could hear it.

Xiao Lengyue glanced at the Shaman Queen and then hurriedly stepped forward, her eyes deep in thought, her expression showing a hint of surprise and bewilderment.

"Given his temperament, even if we capture him alive, we won't get anything out of him. But on the other hand, given his arrogance, even facing certain death, he wouldn't lie..."

"Is there really no way to cure Yuanmu completely?"

Zhao Wumian took a deep breath and comforted him, "It's alright, I have other ideas, just leave it to me."

Upon hearing this, Xiao Lengyue snapped out of her daze and noticed that Zhao Wumian was covered in blood; her pretty face instantly turned pale.

She held Zhao Wumian's hand tightly in her small hand, wanting to touch other parts to check the injury, but afraid of hurting Zhao Wumian, she could only restrain herself, "You, your injury..."

"It's alright." Zhao Wumian shook his head slightly.

"Go after Mo Jingxue quickly. Ever since I put the jade pendant into my body, I have also gained some understanding of the Nine Bells, just like Sister Xiangzhu... I know that the World-Avoiding Sheath is on him."

Although Shamantian was dead, the important matter was not yet over. Xiao Lengyue could only bite her lower lip tightly, suppress her worries, and fly away with Zhao Wumian.

Before the pine forest, the ground was covered with footprints and a shaman lying limp in a pool of blood.

Shaman could no longer see anything.

The heavy snow fell, gradually burying him.

After an unknown amount of time, a weak whisper, tinged with a hint of joy, finally rang out from the snow.

"Mother...you've come..."

After he finished speaking, there was no more sound in the snow.

The wind and snow continued to howl.

"Huh, huh..."

Mo Jingxue was panting heavily, her skin flushed, and she was covered in sweat. As she ran, white steam rose from her body.

The speed was so fast that the snowflakes felt like knives, scraping against his face and causing him a slight sting.

Soon, his black hair and eyebrows turned white, and his face seemed frozen stiff and cold.

The biting cold of being surrounded by heavy snow and a pure white world felt strangely familiar, suddenly bringing back some memories of the past.

Nearly fifty years ago, Yanyun.

After the emperor left the country, the country was able to recuperate and prosper for several years.

A young couple from the martial arts world moved to the northern part of Yanyun to live in seclusion.

The man's father was one of the two deputy generals of the once-famous General Yi. However, after General Yi betrayed Chen Kingdom and joined Da Li, this glorious title gradually became tainted.

Traitors will always be despised, no matter where they are.

The man's father was fully aware of this, and after the war ended, he took his entire family and went into seclusion.

But even though they put the matter aside, the martial arts world had no intention of letting them go.

Left with no other choice, in order to preserve their bloodline, they had to separate their families and change their surnames.

The man's elder brother had taken his wife and family to Jiangnan long ago, changed his surname many times, and lived a peaceful life, strictly following his father's teachings. But this man was different... He never felt that his family had done anything wrong.

Unifying the country, ensuring the well-being of the people, and recovering lost territories are matters of great importance to the nation, not merely matters of loyalty to the Chen family or clan.

What's wrong?

If you did nothing wrong, why avoid it? Why hide from it? Why even abandon your own surname?
He did not change his surname; he retained it as Mo.

His son will also take the surname Mo in the future.

His wife... a young female knight-errant she met in the martial arts world, had no objection to this.

Wherever the man went, she went.

When the men were being chased, they would flee and hide together.

The man lived a hard life, and she endured hardship along with him.

She didn't blame heaven, earth, or anyone else... she just endured it all herself.

The man's stubbornness fascinated his wife, but it also led to their family being hunted down by the underworld.

Some of them were江湖人 (jianghu people) from the Jiangnan region, who were here to eliminate traitors.

Some, however, simply couldn't stand their traitorous behavior.

The idea of ​​not incurring the wrath of one's family, fueled by intense resentment, became nothing more than empty rhetoric.

Even though the couple had come to this harsh and cold place in Yanyun, they were still relentlessly pursued by people.

On a snowy day, in a dilapidated temple, the young heroine gave birth to a son.

At that time, they were still being hunted down, and they were trying to prevent their child's crying from attracting their enemies.

The man named him 'Jingxue', combining their surnames...

Mo Jingxue.

If one cries, it will attract enemies and bring bloodshed.

Mo Jingxue did not cry; he had been a well-behaved child since he was little.

But looking at his child's tender face and his wife's weak, beautiful face after giving birth in the dilapidated temple, the man hesitated several times before finally giving in.

He gave up.

He changed his surname to Liu, changed his name and surname, and lived a quiet life in seclusion.

Mo Jingxue also became Liu Jingxue.

His wife... that young heroine, still had no objection to this.

Entering the martial arts world is easy, but leaving unscathed is very difficult.

Five years later, the man died, killed by his enemies who had come looking for him.

His wife, the young heroine of yesteryear, has matured into a woman through the passage of time.

She fled with Mo Jingxue, who was only five years old at the time.

It was a harsh winter, a bitterly cold winter, with heavy snow falling for months on end.

Due to a poor harvest in Yanyun, the woman wandered and hid in the snowy plains to escape her enemies. Without supplies, she gave all her remaining food to Mo Jingxue.

Deprived of hunger and cold, the young heroine also died.

Only five-year-old Mo Jingxue remained.

Her father was murdered before her eyes, and her mother was driven to her death right before her eyes, yet Mo Jingxue could do nothing about it.

After burying his mother with his frostbitten little hands, he kept running and running away.

The heavy snow left him hungry, made his clothes feel like iron, and made him shiver.

His name contains the character for snow, but he doesn't like snow; in fact, he finds it extremely distasteful.

But what can a five-year-old child do? He eked out a living on the snowy plains like a stray dog.

Until he met the Prince of Yan, who ruled the land of Yan and Yun, inherited the title of vassal king, and went out of the pass to suppress the barbarians.

At that time, the Prince of Yan had not yet met his Princess Consort and was a down-on-his-luck prince who was frustrated and unfulfilled.

But he still helped Mo Jingxue, giving him food, clothes, and shelter.

Thick clothing, delicious food, and a warm bed allowed Mo Jingxue to survive.

The Prince of Yan originally intended to keep him by his side as a guard and train him, but a few days later, Mo Jingxue suddenly disappeared.

Amidst the ups and downs, five-year-old Mo Jingxue grasped the first lesson of life.

When you're hungry, you need to eat; when you're cold, you need to warm yourself; when you have a grudge, you need to avenge it; when you have a favor, you need to repay it; and if you have a knife, you need to use it!

Sharper than any knife in the world!

From then on, the martial arts world gained a new wanderer.

He had been to the Taoist sect and the Buddhist sect, not for the principles of Taoism, but only for martial arts. Once he joined a sect and mastered all its martial arts, he immediately left the sect.

He was proficient in all kinds of martial arts.

Mo Jingxue's revenge was already taken when he became famous.

Only two thoughts remain.

Firstly, it was to repay the life-saving grace of the Prince of Yan.

Secondly, he reached the pinnacle of martial arts... his sword was sharper than anyone else's in the world.

Mo Jingxue stroked the cold, hard object beneath the wide cloak, his steps never faltering. Soon, Yagu Pass appeared before him.

At the same time, the sounds of thousands of horses galloping and shouting battle cries filled the air.

He coughed up a mouthful of blood, wiped his mouth with his hand, then used his lightness skill to leap up from the ground, like a ghost blinking as he crossed the city gate and stood on a towering arrow tower, gazing at the thousands of troops outside the city wall.

Mo Jingxue's martial arts skills were too high and his speed too fast, so ordinary soldiers could not detect him, but there were also martial arts masters in the city.

Suddenly, Sword Master Chu Ruzhou appeared at another arrow tower, gazing at Mo Jingxue across the swirling snow.

Chu Ruzhou looked at the wandering swordsman before him with a complex expression.

Mo Jingxue's matter was considered a scandal by the Prince of Yan, and he would certainly not bring it up unless absolutely necessary.

However, as the martial arts champion of Yanyun, Chu Ruzhou must have some knowledge of the events happening in his own territory.

Therefore, he did not act immediately. He knew that Mo Jingxue would never do anything to harm the Prince of Yan.

He simply stared at Mo Jingxue and asked loudly, "Mo Jingxue, what is your purpose in coming to this pass?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the first thing to respond was the sword in Chu Ruzhou's arms.

The sword was trembling slightly on its own.

Mo Jingxue, with blood and froth in her throat, laughed heartily upon seeing this.

"Indeed, Chu Ruzhou, I know you. When it comes to protecting the Birth Sword, you don't trust anyone but yourself... The Birth Sword is on you, isn't it?"

Chu Ruzhou sighed softly.

"I just think this is a case of the blind spot. Right now, everyone in the martial world thinks that the Sword of Birth is still kept in the Sword Sect. But the Sword of Birth has actually reacted like this... The Sheath of Reclusion is on you?"

Mo Jingxue nodded slightly.

"What do you want to do?" Chu Ruzhou looked Mo Jingxue up and down and said softly, "Your injuries are too severe. Normally I would not be your match, but now, if you want to snatch the World Sword, it is nothing short of a fool's dream."

"I'm not going to steal it, I want to borrow it from you."

"Borrow?" A hint of surprise flashed in Chu Ruzhou's eyes, but then he realized something and fell silent again.

Hearing the commotion, the Prince of Yan stood on the terrace of a pavilion, gazing at Mo Jingxue on the arrow tower, looking at him with suspicion.

Three men stood in the snow, saying nothing.

The King of Later Yan took the initiative to speak, uttering only two words.

"Borrowing a sword."

……

Mo Jingxue and the others fought fiercely, and although they made many moves, their martial arts skills were at a high level, and their movements were very fast, so it didn't take long.

Therefore, the Rong people had already approached the city wall, but were still a mile away from the city gate.

Before they even got close, the snow in front of the city wall was already covered with countless arrows, and the soldiers on the wall were on high alert, sweat beading on their foreheads.

Suddenly, everyone saw a person leap down from the city wall and stand in front of the city gate.

He wore a black cloak with gold patterns, a four-foot ceremonial sword hanging at his waist, his body stained with blood, his face handsome, his back straight, and he held a sheathed longsword in one hand.

His clothes were covered in snow, and the blood that had seeped from the corner of his mouth had already congealed.

He stood alone in the wind and snow, striding towards the Rong people.

All the soldiers guarding the city were stunned.

The vanguard of the Rong people, who were at the very front, were blocked by a black-robed man on horseback. They should have run him over without mercy, but instead, the man raised his battle flag and signaled them to stop.

Even the city's garrison soldiers, who were about to die, paused in their actions and stopped shooting arrows.

The vanguard pulled on the reins, stopped abruptly, and asked loudly:

"Is the visitor Zhao Wumian, the Marquis of Weiming?!"

The prodigal son was taken aback, then burst into laughter.

Why are the Rong people so afraid of Zhao Wumian? They should have pressed their attack now, but because of their suspicions, they couldn't help but stop their horses for the time being.

"No."

"Not him?" The vanguard breathed a sigh of relief, then sneered, "If you're not Zhao Wumian, then what are you doing here? Defecting to the enemy?"

"kill."

"Murder? Who to kill?" Vanguard sized up Mo Jingxue a few times.

"you."

"Us?" The vanguard and the Rong people behind him looked at each other in bewilderment, then burst into uncontrollable laughter.

“We have tens of thousands of people. Even if Zhao Wumian came in person, he couldn’t possibly kill us all… No matter how high your martial arts are, even if you work yourself to death, how many can you kill?”

"I only need one sword."

Xianfeng's laughter stopped abruptly, startled by Mo Jingxue's serious tone. He couldn't help but wonder if Mo Jingxue had some secret method, but deep down he felt that Mo Jingxue was probably just putting on an act to buy time.

Thinking of this, he chuckled a few more times.

"Why one sword strike?"

"Because you are only worth one sword!"

As soon as the word 'sword' left her lips, Mo Jingxue's palm suddenly gripped the hilt of the sword.

The sky was filled with snow, and suddenly there was silence.

He has already drawn his sword!

There were no grand sword moves, no vast and powerful internal energy, nothing at all.

Everyone was stunned, not seeing anything clearly until they came to their senses.

Suddenly, the wind and snow stopped.

The layers of snow suddenly vanished as Mo Jingxue finished speaking, as if a spring breeze had swept by.

The snow melted, the clouds parted.

A clear sky appeared over the boundless snowfield, and even the snow on the ground suddenly turned into dust and dissipated into the air, revealing the compacted black soil outside the city.

Tens of thousands of soldiers were laughing together, but at this moment, with the spring breeze, a line of blood appeared on their waists and abdomens at the same time.

Laughter was stuck in his throat, and every muscle in his face was twitching.

Thump thump thump —

Tens of thousands of people fell from their horses together, collapsing in unison, their blood instantly staining the black earth red.

Inside and outside the city, there was a deathly silence.

The weather was clear outside the city, but it was still snowing inside.

The sword that transcends the world and the sheath that hides from it are originally one... As the nine bells that govern killing, they do not have the strange and wonderful uses of the Naraku Red Silk or the Gold-Inlaid Boshan Furnace.

Once they merge into one, they have only one function.

Sharper than any sword... It can cut down anything it wants.

Mo Jingxue stood at the city gate, holding the Birth Sword, but blood gushed from his body like a spring.

He stood ramrod straight, watching the thousands of people fall from their horses, watching the snow melt, watching the clear sky, and a smile appeared on his face.

"Martial arts, reaching the pinnacle..."

Through the Nine Bells, he experienced what it felt like to be at the pinnacle of the mortal world, possessing the power of an immortal.

Even if this feeling only lasts for a moment, he is already content.

This is not a sword strike that an ordinary person could deliver.

Once the sword is slashed, only death remains.

But like a shooting star streaking across the world, even if it's only for a fleeting moment, it can still shine with the most dazzling light.

His obsession with the sword that transcends the world and the sheath that conceals it stems from this.

Only these two nine-bell ornaments could truly allow him to reach the pinnacle of worldly achievement.

Mo Jingxue swayed and collapsed to the ground.

He leaned against the city gate, covered in blood, his eyes already somewhat unfocused, glancing sideways at the clear sky beyond the pass.

Snowflakes drifted out from inside the pass and landed in front of him.

In a daze, Mo Jingxue thought of her parents.

He said only one sentence.

"Your sons need not weep, nor need they be startled by the snow... They will never again... be startled by the snow..."

Zhao Wumian appeared beside Mo Jingxue at some point.

He gazed at the breathtaking scenery before him, a sight that seemed to possess the power of immortals, and remained silent for a few seconds before glancing sideways at Mo Jingxue.

He only said one sentence.

"I'll buy you a drink."

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Here are nearly two thousand words; please don't click on the coins.

(End of this chapter)