Chen Momo looked at the two big monsters that had fled away, but was too lazy to chase them. He held his sword and stood by the water mirror where the flowers and water were condensed, his eyes coldly staring at the dense black shadows on the ground.
Some sword cultivators from the Meteor Star Pavilion fled in embarrassment, while others returned victorious.
A short female sword cultivator wore a red phoenix fork on her head and two sword immortal heads tied around her waist. Her eyes were wide open and she looked like she was determined to die.
A young man came over with a grin on his face and whispered in the ear of the female swordsman: "Mom, both heads are monks of the fifth realm. Where did you pick them up?"
The female swordsman reached out and pushed the young man's face away. She was very unhappy with the young man's frivolous behavior and said in a loud voice: "If you come near me again, you pervert, I will take off your head too."
"I don't have to, I don't have to, our friendship is just asking." The young man said with a cheeky smile, reluctantly.
The female sword cultivator stuck out her silver tongue slightly, and a silver needle flew out from the tip of her tongue. She said with a sinister look on her face: "If you say one more word, you will pick your head off the ground."
"Okay, okay, I'll shut up." The young man raised his hands in a gesture of surrender.
Watching the petite woman enter the Falling Star Pavilion, the young man sighed secretly.
He wandered outside the Falling Star Pavilion for a long time, but couldn't find a suitable big demon to attack.
This female swordsman is most suitable for his swordsmanship. If he eats her, his swordsmanship will definitely increase.
It's just a pity that a sword cultivator who can return to the Falling Star Pavilion with three Sword Immortal heads is not a good person.
He cast his eyes towards the white fox woman sitting on the throne in the sky, with a trace of enthusiasm flashing in his eyes.
If he could eat that woman, wouldn't he be able to choose the throne in the sky? No, not to mention the throne, he might be able to ascend directly with a sword.
Squatting in front of the Falling Star Pavilion, he thought about it for a while. He woke up from his fantasy, patted the woman's head in his hand, walked into the Falling Star Pavilion, and threw the head of the female sword fairy in his hand into the altar in the center of the attic.
Soon, a jade staircase appeared out of thin air. The young man looked at the floor that the jade staircase led to and couldn't help but cursed.
"How come the great demon Si Snake can leave his name on the top of the pavilion by killing a swordsman who has just entered the fifth realm, but I can only leave my name on the second floor! Leave my name? Leave it, I won't leave it!"
The young monk cursed for a while, and finally walked up the jade steps to the second floor of the attic.
He muttered in a low voice: "You have to accumulate military achievements little by little, don't be too impatient."
After comforting himself for a while, he glanced at the wall. There were many names written on it, some of which he had seen several times.
He walked around the loft and patted his thigh with his big hand, "If you want to stay, you have to find a conspicuous place."
He reached out and patted the big pillar of the attic, and with a flick of his long sword, he left two huge characters on the pillar.
He nodded with satisfaction and admired his calligraphy. At this moment, a flash of inspiration occurred in the pillar, and the two large characters on the pillar quickly shrank into a ball, and finally stayed at the most inconspicuous place at the bottom of the pillar.
When the young monk saw this scene, he jumped up and scolded his mother, wishing he could cut the load-bearing pillar in front of him in half with one sword.
At this time, there were footsteps.
The young monk brushed his face with his right hand, and the gloomy expression on his face instantly disappeared. He laughed heartily, and cupped his hand to the woman who slowly walked into the pavilion behind him, "I have seen Nian Jianxian."
The person who came was none other than Nian Nujiao, who was wearing a pink skirt.
She glanced indifferently at the young monk standing by the stairs, came to the wall, and slowly carved her name on it.
Seeing that Nian Nujiao didn't pay attention to his plan, the young man put his hands in his sleeves and stood aside silently looking at Nian Nujiao who was carving seriously.
The woman in front of me was not good-looking, with flat breasts and no flesh on her butt. She was thin and long, and looked like a stick insect. Her exposed skin was bloodless, and the veins under her skin could be seen.
If it weren't for the human scent that permeated this woman's body, he would have thought that the eighth person on the throne was the beast in the form of a ferocious beast from the Great Wilderness Zerg.
However, this Nian Nujiao's swordsmanship is indeed very good, but I just don't know what it would be like to eat her.
Nian Nujiao finished carving her name without any nostalgia. She stepped out of the Falling Star Pavilion and returned to the throne without looking back.
The young swordsman walked under the wall, looked at the handwriting left by Nian Nujiao, and chuckled softly.
He is not good-looking and his handwriting is not good.
Then he lowered his head and looked at the handwriting he had left on the bottom of the pillar, and felt a sense of pride in his heart.
The eighth throne is just that!
Chen Mo held the sword and stared at the throne in the sky again.
Nian Nujiao left and came back, sitting on the throne, gazing at the world from above. Her consciousness collided with Chen Mo, and she just snorted coldly, with no intention of continuing to pursue Chen Mo.
In the Mirror of Flowers and Moon, two women have a great dream of practicing swordsmanship.
The great demon Liuli knelt down on the water mirror, feeling lost.
In the dream, she was a farm woman, and her husband was an honest farmer. He took care of the crops diligently every day and had no worries about food and clothing.
The husband and wife were loving and harmonious, and it wasn't long before she became pregnant and gave birth to a fat, white baby. She thought her life would go on happily like this, but the war came.
The two countries were at war, and the husband was forcibly made a civilian husband and died in a foreign country.
The court was quite benevolent and gave her a sum of money every month as a pension.
But this pension is not that easy to get. The silver taels appropriated by the court were reduced to only five taels of silver after many layers of deductions.
How could the two of them live with such a small amount of money, so she had no choice but to work as a weaver to weave cloth for those rich families. Fortunately, she was clever and handy, and she was able to live a decent life.
Seeing that she was good-looking and an orphan and a widowed mother, several farm men started to think wrongly, so she had no choice but to resist with all her strength, forcing her to die in order to fight for her innocence.
It is said that if there is a lot of trouble at the widow's door, there will be a lot of gossip in the village.
One day, a young man in the village made fun of her and secretly stole her bellyband that was hanging to dry in the yard. In other words, "the widow's body is more fragrant than that of the little girl."
She chased after them with a hoe like crazy, smashing the heads of those young men who claimed to be princes, and bleeding. Finally, it was the old people in the village who came forward to settle the matter.
That day, in full view of everyone, she squatted on the ground, holding a few bellybands in her hands, and tears fell from her eyes.
Later, the war between the two countries broke out again, and the enemy's cavalry came in waves. Her village was completely burned down. On the way to escape, she gave up her innocent body, which she had fought for with her life, for a morsel of food.
Going all the way south, I met the horse bandit who occupied the mountain and became the king.
The bandit leader saw that she was pretty, so he thought of taking her back as a five-bedroom concubine. In troubled times, women's lives were cheap, and she had no reputation for innocence, so committing herself to this was not an option.
For the sake of her son's life, she committed herself to the Ma bandits and became a concubine for the fifth time. She gave birth to two sons with the Ma bandits. Although she looked at the face of the Ma bandit leader every day, her life was much better than before. But in the dead of night, she thought of her
My son often sheds tears.
A few years later, the sons of the two horse bandits grew up, and the officers and soldiers of the government to suppress the bandits also arrived. Naturally, her two sons could not escape the fate of being hunted down. The leading young general stabbed the two with his Chang Ge.
On the chest of a young boy, she sat in a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood. Looking at the leading young general, she only knew that the young general had a tear mole similar to hers on the corner of his eyebrow.
At this time, she woke up from her dream, covered in fragrant sweat.
Looking up, what comes into view is a short-bladed green sword.
Gu Xuanbei put his fingertips on the hilt of the sword and said with a smile: "One dream after another, can you accept it?"