Muliang City was very prosperous when the North left the country. Because it was adjacent to many countries in the Western Region, this city was also a fortress city guarding the imperial capital.
It's a pity that the weather is not good and the weather is changeable. Tomorrow will be the day when the sun shines and dark clouds roll in, leaving no time for people to react.
The back city was in ruins, everyone left, and a prosperous city was left empty.
Therefore, this city is also called the Desolate City.
"Later, Gu Jianxian lived alone in this city, with one person as one city. His aloof spirit was respected by the world, and then it was changed to Mu Liang City."
Sikong Changfeng said calmly:
"Fang Ping, I will negotiate with him after he goes there, unless..."
"Unless it's time to draw the sword," Fang Ping replied, "Gu Jianxian, once the leader of the five great swordsmen, has no idea how strong he is."
"...Don't worry, I won't be able to compete with you," Sikong Changfeng said with a smile, thinking it would be best not to start a fight.
The two of them moved forward together, and after a while, they came to a ruins.
Sikong Changfeng said:
"This place was once full of stories."
Fang Ping did not respond, but looked to the side of the ruins:
"somebody is coming."
"Not an enemy," Sikong Changfeng said.
The two of them are in a state where they can see people without relying on their eyes. They are far away from the ruins and their hearts are clear.
Then, there was a sound of horse hoofbeats from far to near, and there was a man riding on the horse, with white hair and a stick, a wooden face, and a red face like blood.
Sikong Changfeng spoke first:
"You're here to find that person too?"
"Of course," the red ghost-faced man nodded, "someone wants to go home, and I am the white tiger who protects him. I have to do my duty, right, Suzaku?"
Hearing this, Sikong Changfeng smiled and shook his head:
"It's all in the past, Suzaku and all...it's embarrassing to think about it."
The red ghost-faced man looked at Fang Ping, lowered his head slightly and asked:
"Aoki Sword Immortal."
Fang Ping suddenly felt a familiar feeling and asked:
"Are you from Bai Xiaotang?"
"..."
Hearing this, Ji Xue looked stunned, but her expression was covered by a mask and could not be seen by outsiders.
I rarely show up in the world and often wear a mask when traveling. How could I be recognized?
"Yes, Sword Immortal," Ji Xue replied honestly.
Fang Ping didn't say much and just walked in front, minding his own business.
Sikong Changfeng and Ji Xue followed closely, and the latter said suspiciously:
"Can the Divine Movement Mysterious Realm understand the heaven and earth? Can it reveal all the secrets in this world?"
She was sure that she had never met Fang Ping, let alone left an impression on him, so how did the other party know?
Sikong Changfeng smiled and said nothing, while Fang Ping in front explained:
"Did you ever remember to write me a letter?"
"Remember."
"When I wrote the pen, the Qi Ji had already been left in the letter," Fang Ping said calmly, "In addition, the Mystic Realm of Divine Movement is not omnipotent. Although it can be in the world and perceive all things, the mind has its limitations. The world is so big that it is difficult to see it."
Ji Xue nodded:
"Thank you, Sword Immortal, for clarifying my doubts."
You must carefully record the information about the powerful people in the Xuan Realm when you return.
...
Not long after walking forward, a huge building appeared in sight.
The huge city was devoid of any life, as if covered with a layer of ashes from the bottom of a pot, like the background board of this place.
As I got closer, I realized how huge the city gate was, as if it was prepared for giants.
There is a plaque hanging across the city gate with the original name of the city written on it, but the handwriting has been worn and mottled by time and can no longer be read clearly.
But there is a deep sword mark on the plaque, which penetrates the front and back like a thunder strike, and a weak sword energy can also be felt.
"One sword every ten years, the spirit of the sword is still there, it can be said to be eternal," Ji Xue said, "He is worthy of being a swordsman."
"Aren't you going in?" Fang Ping asked.
"No, just wait here," Sikong Changfeng said, "We want to help Xiao Se enter the city, not kill people."
Obviously, Mu Liang City has Mu Liang City's rules.
However, Fang Ping has never liked to follow rules.
“If you don’t enter the city, how can you call it a visit?”
Fang Ping spoke calmly, but before he finished speaking, his figure floated away into the sky.
Sikong Changfeng wanted to persuade him to stay, but in the end he didn’t have time:
"Oh, all the words we talked on the road were wasted..."
In terms of combat power, the powerful in the Mysterious Realm have an overwhelming advantage. Why use force when something can be solved with words?
Just like being able to lie down and never sit down, Sikong Changfeng felt that it would be better to live a less troublesome life.
Ji Xue watched quietly next to her, already ready to record.
On the other side, as soon as Fang Ping stepped onto the city, he felt a sword intent wandering in the city, running rampant like a ghost.
Moreover, the sword's intention is not good, and it seems that it does not welcome outsiders.
"Ding--"
Fang Ping flicked the hilt of the sword, and Long Yuan's sword immediately groaned, and an extraordinary force surged out, smoothing the sword energy in the city.
In an instant, Muliang City was as silent as mud, like a ghost town.
"Shua——"
Suddenly, a black rod came through the air and faced the square door.
To be precise, it was a scabbard without a sword. The scabbard was extremely long, and so should the matching sword blade.
There is only one sword in the world - Jiu Ge.
This sword has never been unsheathed, but it has defeated swordsmen all over the world. It has not been included in the famous sword list, but no one dares to despise it.
Now, the sword has been unsheathed.
Fang Ping raised the green wood sword horizontally, and with a slight tap, the scabbard hovered ten meters away, unable to move any further.
"Conveying messages with a sheath? True house."
Fang Ping raised the corners of his mouth slightly, and with one finger, his sword intent exploded, knocking the scabbard back to its original path.
"bass--"
The scabbard shot violently, kicking up yellow sand and flying dust, and a three-foot-wide deep hook was plowed out of Mu Liang City until the scabbard disappeared into an ancient building.
Under the city gate, Ji Xue's hand knife was flying, she made brief notes on the bamboo slices, and sighed aloud:
"The battle between swordsmen and immortals is extraordinary..."
"This is not a confrontation, the two of them are chatting," Sikong Changfeng said with a slight smile, "If we really fight, the whole city will be destroyed."
Ji Xue didn't seem to understand.
On the other side, after the scabbard disappeared, it never flew back, but something new came.
——A sword spirit.
The sword energy was as sharp as a glow, with a lingering desolation, but it tore through the air and came along the ravine Fang Ping had cut, trying to cover it.
"Ah."
Fang Ping laughed out loud. He had previously flung his scabbard and carried his sword with a flat intention, meaning that he would participate, but not now.
So there is only a scabbard, but no sword body.
And this sword energy... seems to have a hint of dissatisfaction.
Outside the city, Sikong Changfeng held the Black Moon Spear tightly, and the tip of the spear could not stop vibrating.
"Here we come, Gu Jianxian is here to take action."
Ji Xue also grabbed the Yunqi stick and prepared to deal with it together:
"Very strong."
Fang Ping put down the Green Wood Sword and picked up Long Yuan. Watching the sword energy getting closer and closer, he said calmly:
"The best way to respect your opponent is to go all out... Go all out."
"Zheng——"
As soon as the sword was raised, the sky clouds opened, and the sword intention rippled like the power of a dragon. Fang Ping was in the vast sea of sword energy, which made people feel awe and could not help but bow their heads.
"The name of the sword is vertical slash!"
Holding the hilt of the sword with both hands, he raised the sharp blade above his head and swung it down.
The movements were light, without any ripples, and there was no sound at all, as if he was wielding a wooden sword.