This was the second time that Mo Guyuan entered the world of dazzling sword light in his heart, where countless sword shadows streaked across like meteors.

This universe formed by sword energy was accidentally entered by Mo Guyuan that day when he was being chased by Tao Zhu. Mo Guyuan once saw a mysterious man standing on the top of the Riyue River.

Ten thousand swords are unified, it seems that all the swords here belong to him alone.

But after that time, Mo Guyuan never saw this person again.

Mo Guyuan was immersed in the world of swords. Under the influence of Cao Qingyi's military solution, many sword energies poured into his heart lake at this moment. Mo Guyuan spread his mind and closed his eyes, floating above, summarizing all the sword energies one by one.

Obstacles are in front of you.

When he absorbed a piece of sword energy, his face became a little pale. Looking carefully, after Mo Guyuan filtered Cao Qingyi's sword energy, the sword energy would pass through Mo Guyuan's forehead, and then

It turned into sword energy of the same color and returned to the sword light.

It was as white as flawless and radiant, as if there was a bright moon behind him.

Mo Guyuan gritted his teeth, not daring to relax at all. The cultivation of the Great Dao was mainly about tempering his will and body. There is no reason why he should not suffer.

But what Mo Guyuan found deeply puzzling was why Mo Guyuan always felt a little bit familiar in this world full of sword intent.

It was only after I captured it carefully that I realized that the breath of the sword energy actually contained the edge of the Xuanyuan Sword. It is strange to say that when I was fighting with Yongzhu that day, I was very weak in Taoism. In the end, I basically relied on the Xuanyuan Sword to bring it.

In the offensive, if he hadn't tried his best to stay awake and Yu Nie's final help, his mind would probably have been swallowed by the Xuanyuan Sword.

But since that day, no matter how hard he drives it, Xuanyuan Sword seems to have no backlash. Not only that, Mo Guyuan even feels that he and Xuanyuan Sword often seem to gradually merge into one, and wherever his heart goes, he

Xuanyuan's direction. As my current cultivation level is still shallow, it is still difficult for me to bring the power of Xuanyuan Sword to its fullest.

Thousands of years ago, Liuli of the God Realm used the Xuanyuan Sword to seal the ancient spring barrier. Not only was it a divine weapon, it was also a sharp blade in the hands of the Sword Demon. It was an existence that would fight Liuli to the point of darkness.

This shows what kind of magical weapon Xuanyuan Sword is.

Mo Guyuan exhaled a long breath of turbid air, frowned and looked at the dozens of sword qi that were still in front of him. If he could do it all at once, it would not be impossible for him to exhaust all his energy to absorb them all, but it would be too far-fetched, and it would not end well

Pure.

At that moment, his mind moved slightly, and some sword energy came from behind. Under the control of Mo Guyuan's mind, the sword energy was like water, and turned into an entity to isolate the undigested sword energy, waiting for him to slowly refine it in the future.

Mo Guyuan stood up and looked behind him. He suddenly remembered the man in black looking at the sky alone with his hands behind his back. Although he didn't see his face, for some reason, just one glance in his mind made him feel lonely and desolate.

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Mo Guyuan's mind drifted into the sword energy. At this moment, the stars were shining brightly and the shadows of the swords overlapped. Mo Guyuan's posture evolved, his feints gradually came up, he waved his sleeves gracefully, and countless sword lights came around him. Mo Guyuan tried to learn from that day

The senior left behind a practice of moves, and he began to practice enlightenment. As he kept twisting his fingers to make swords, his movements became more and more familiar. But what made Mo Guyuan feel helpless was that he still couldn't understand the secret of it. He only had one move of his own.

Only then can it be done.

Inspired by Duan Nianchen's sword energy on Huludao, Mo Guyuan realized this move in his heart. It was left by that senior. Mo Guyuan was extremely impressed. This move is called "One Man Guards the Pass."

Those of us who practice swordsmanship, once we have a sword in our hands, must have one man who can stop ten thousand men from breaking through. With one sword, we can defeat ten thousand enemies and sweep through thousands of armies, with a force as strong as a broken bamboo.

For a long time, Mo Guyuan gathered his mind and slowly exited the world in his heart. At the moment when he was about to step out of the door, Mo Guyuan turned his head and was suddenly stunned. Then he raised the corners of his lips and laughed happily.

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Above the sky of sword light, there was a faint dragon pattern swimming in it, flashing and rushing with the sword shadow. Although Mo Guyuan didn't know why the nine dragon vein patterns in his body moved here, but the two merged,

But it made him feel extremely at ease. Apart from the fact that he could enter this place at will in the future, more importantly, Mo Guyuan clearly felt that the two seemed to be naturally harmonious and friendly, as if they were one body.

When Mo Guyuan opened his eyes, he saw heavy fog, spreading clouds and smoke, and darkness around him, like a void and empty world.

After breaking through the door of Cao Qingyi's house, could it be that he has entered this Caiyun Stream? But why does he look like this without seeing anything at all?

Mo Guyuan suddenly thought of Bai Li and tried to sense the direction of her Qi. For a moment, there was no clue. It seemed that the strange smoke had some shielding effect. Mo Guyuan no longer hesitated and slowly moved towards

Walking forward, while carefully guarding the surroundings to prevent any unexpected events.

The fog was deep, and Mo Guyuan found nothing along the way. But as he went further and further away, a little light began to float on both sides of the road, like fireflies. It seemed that someone was approaching, the floating light

Mo Guyuan slowly gathered towards Mo Guyuan. Mo Guyuan, who had suffered losses at the bottom of the wilderness, was afraid that he would be fooled again. He swept away the firefly with a gust of wind and dispersed the firefly. Without any time to think, he accelerated his momentum and ran forward.

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I don't know if it was an illusion, but Mo Guyuan was obviously walking on a flat path, but he felt like he was climbing up, which made him a little uncomfortable. For a long time, Mo Guyuan stopped and took a deep breath, staring blankly in front of him.

On the surface of the sparkling lake, where fireflies were ablaze and lights and shadows flickered, a woman in white lay quietly on the water, eyes closed.

"Miss Bai!" Mo Guyuan recognized the person at just one glance. It was Bai Li.

Mo Guyuan flew up and landed beside her, trying to wake her up, but after several attempts, Bai Li still closed her eyes and remained motionless. Fortunately, he could feel that her energy was still there, but she seemed to be trapped in a trap.

Got into coma.

This water lake is also weird. Even if he doesn't deliberately drive away, he can still stand on it. Just as Mo Guyuan was about to take Bai Li and leave this place first, suddenly there was a churning under the water, and the next moment he saw a torrent rising into the sky.

The fireflies floating on the water suddenly increased in speed and followed the rapids.

At first glance, it looks like a pillar of light in the sky, extremely eye-catching.

There was a scream, the water exploded, and a red stream of light swept downwards quickly. Mo Guyuan had quick eyes and quick hands, and waved a Tai Chi figure at the stream of light. The two collided, and it was not as explosive as imagined. The red stream of light penetrated directly.

Tai Chi Tu quickly attacked Mo Guyuan and the others.

Mo Guyuan didn't have time to think too much, and he stepped back. But the next second shocked him. The lake returned to its original state. Mo Guyuan stepped on the air and fell into the water. Although he was still reacting

He was already heading upstream, but the crimson stream of light had already fallen into the water, and a wave of red light and heat spread around him. Mo Guyuan was unable to break free as he went up, as if someone had set up a barrier to imprison him above him.

What made Mo Guyuan even more surprised was that the fireflies that had been seen before were slowly seeping through the water and wrapping around Mo Guyuan. Mo Guyuan punched the surface of the bottom of the water hard, but could not shake it even a little bit.

As time passed, Qi slowly passed away, and Mo Guyuan gradually felt tired.

He was trapped in the water, and he had to stop the invading fireflies while constantly looking for a way out. Even if he was practicing in the sea, he was now trapped in this situation, and it would be difficult to support him in the long run.

Groups of light gathered in front of Mo Guyuan's eyes, and a feeling of dizziness came from Mo Guyuan's brain. Mo Guyuan squinted and looked, and there seemed to be countless reflections of himself in the light spots.

The light spots were like broken mirrors, reflecting themselves in various forms.

Mo Guyuan's face was peaceful and he looked at the scene in the reflection.

There was a child who had just returned from school. He was walking on the forest path, chasing butterflies all over the mountain, and slowly ran towards his home.

In another light and shadow, there is a young man, walking step by step up the mountain with a bamboo basket on his back. Under the scorching sun, he wipes the sweat from his head with one hand and throws a newly found herb to the basket behind him with the other hand, happily.

In the heavy rain, he ran vigorously regardless of everything, and his clothes were soaked, so he took off his shirt, grinned and sang loudly.

In the dead of night, he would sit in front of the eaves and stairs, staring at the stars in the night sky. Occasionally, a meteor would flash by, and he would quickly close his eyes and make a wish.

There was that crazy chase in the snowy night, and that scene where the gods descended from the top of the mountain.

The picture in the light and shadow is his childhood, the Luoxing Village where he grew up. In all the memory reflections, he is the only one, walking alone through the four seasons of spring, summer, autumn and winter, and walking alone through the mountains and wilderness over and over again.

Perhaps the numerous pictures were too much for him to take in. Mo Guyuan blinked his eyes tiredly, turned his head and looked to the side, and suddenly burst into tears.

"Mom" said hoarsely, and then swallowed silently.

Mo Guyuan kept murmuring, again and again.

As the years pass by, everything is quiet and the evening breeze is shining. The young man sitting quietly in front of the steps makes his wish again. He smiles and is content. Behind him, a gentle woman slowly puts on a fur coat for him.

, did not forget to wrap the boy tightly, and sat down with him, looking up at the vast starry sky.

Mother and son are dependent on each other, just like the bright moon and stars that remain unchanged for thousands of years.

Mo Guyuan gently closed his eyes, and his body began to fall toward the bottom of the water. But he just slowly raised his hand, tremblingly grabbing at the memory that was so close at hand. It was an unreachable dreamland, buried deep in his heart.

The water surface was like a piece of glass, and suddenly there was a clear and crisp sound of breaking, and countless lights and shadows turned into bubbles and rose up, which were meteors making many wishes rushing out.

A feeling of coldness came, mixed with a hint of warmth, and he grasped the hand tightly.

One person is lying on the ground, the other person is stranded in the water, and the two of them hold each other's hands, as if they were born with each other.

On the shore, there was a man in red clothes. He stared blankly at the two people who depended on each other for life and death. The man in red clothes also shed tears for no reason.

"Mo Guyuan!"

Who whispers my name in your ear, like whispering in a dream.

Mo Guyuan opened his eyes suddenly, grabbed the white and delicate hand tightly, then jumped out of the water and landed next to Bai Li.

Mo Guyuan took a long breath and glanced at Bai Li gratefully, with a lingering fear in his heart.
Chapter completed!