Chapter 1146 All of a sudden, under the bright moon
Chapter 1146 Suddenly the bright moon is in the sky (Part 2)
The knife was very thick, covered with oil and some blood, slashing towards the snowflakes falling all over the sky, always feeling a little disharmonious, as if the next moment, it would cut the sky.
Because there is nothing in the sky in front of the cliff except snow.
However, when this sword is cut, you can truly see the deformation of the space and hear the sound of some things being torn. The world composed of two transparent cicada wings is cut by a simple knife!
The knife intention has not stopped, and it has fallen on the cliff. I can only hear the sound of rocks shattering into the snow. The cracks between the pine and vines gradually expand. The cliff slowly slides, countless cliff rocks roll down, and then... the mountain cracks...
It's right.
The butcher cut a mountain in half with a knife.
As the cliff rock fell, there was a person, and the figure was very petite. It fell from a cliff hundreds of feet high, as if it was jumping from the sky, jumping into the snow, and instantly came to the butcher's head.
The butcher's sword intention was just falling, and even he could not cut out the third sword in such a short time.
He shouted softly, turning his wrists across the snow.
There was a dull sound.
The petite figure fell directly on the knife surface.
There was a loud bang.
The smoke and dust rose slightly, and stones shot randomly in the wind and snow.
The butcher's eyebrows kept waving violently, falling down.
But his man did not fall.
Because his feet had fallen into the ground, deep enough to knee-deep!
The petite figure was shaken away by the butcher's knife. He tapped lightly among the broken cliffs, turned his body like a geese and arrived again. At the same time, the sword in Jun Mo's hand also arrived!
Rumble!
The deafening impact directly destroyed several houses on the edge of the town, tearing all the snowflakes in front of the remnant mountains into powder, and even went straight to the night sky, tearing the clouds open the hole!
The turbulent air of heaven and earth caused by collisions everywhere, pulling the snow on the ground and the cliffs piled up everywhere, it keeps flying. It is dark under the night, and you can only hear the sound, and you can't see the picture clearly.
No one knows how many battles occurred between the three of them in such a short period of time, how many collisions occurred between the iron sword butcher knife and fist, but only knows that it represents absolute power!
I don’t know how long it took, but it finally calmed down in front of the cliff.
"I said last time that you are really strong. If you have the same years as me, you may even surpass me, but... it is not possible now, you can't even kill me."
The butcher looked indifferently at the bottom of the cliff opposite. Many wounds appeared on his body, but he could not see blood. He seemed to be in a mess, but he was not really injured.
Sure enough, he is worthy of being the closest person to the legendary immortal realm.
Jun Mo's left shoulder had a bloody mouth, Yu Lian's yellow skirt was covered with dust, and more importantly, her shoes were torn, and all signs proved that it was still difficult for them to kill the butcher when they joined forces.
"Some people are indeed difficult to kill, such as you, the drunkard has the first one, but the drunkard eventually died tonight, and the first one is also trapped by my academy. We have arrangements for you."
Yu Lian said calmly: "I just tried it before. Since it doesn't work, then use other methods. You must be clear that defeating the enemy may not necessarily kill the enemy."
This sentence makes sense.
Jun Mo thought about the first knife of the butcher before and thought.
As Yu Lian's voice fell, a quiet flute sounded from the cliffs with slightly snow.
What followed the sound of the flute was the gurgling sound of the piano like flowing water.
The zither and flute sound together, and the sound is moving and moving, but in the silent place, there is murderous intent.
The butcher raised his eyebrows slightly, his face pale, and a deep shout, Chen Xue's body shook.
He held the knife and slashed at the sound of the piano and flute.
The sound of the piano and flute came to an abrupt end.
But the sword intent could no longer move forward.
Because there are pine trees and short pine trees on the cliff, there is a car by the pine trees, broken cars, and there is a broken flag on the broken cars.
The dwarf pine is a cannon, the broken chariot is a car, and the broken flag is a coach.
This is chess.
The knife intention was locked, and the butcher looked slightly stern. He took a step forward. With his body, he smashed the cicada wings of Yu Jian, but he failed to go out because there were still many chess pieces on the cliff.
Black cliff rocks, snow-covered cliff rocks.
That's black and white chess.
This is Go.
The butcher roared and raised his sword to slash again!
The sound of the piano and flute that had just sounded again stopped again, and the chess pieces on the mountain were shaking uneasy, as if they were about to crack.
At this moment, a very gentle silk thread fell along the snowflakes.
The silk thread connected all the pine, car, flag, stone, and snow.
The snowflakes touched the silk thread and were bounced into powder, and then they became clouds.
This is the Yunji Formation.
Still not finished.
Outside the formation, there were iron furnaces, yellow sand, and even a water truck in the stream behind the cliff.
A white goose squatted at the top of the waterwheel, like a proud general.
The old ox looked into the distance on the hillside further away, as if he was unintentionally.
The butcher roared again, and he raised his knife and slashed again.
A finger point comes from the west.
An iron rod enters the ground to serve as a camp.
The knife intention was bound by several layers of array intention, and then the point of being attacked by the stick and scattered invisible.
Chen Pipi and Tang Xiaotang came from outsiders.
He was wearing a divine robe and a divine crown, with a solemn expression.
He had the thirteen Protestant disciples and the power of faith.
The butcher was silent, lowered his head, and then looked up.
He raised his iron knife and slashed it out for the fifth time.
However, this time, he still failed to kill anyone.
Because of a stone, it appeared in front of the knife.
The cliffs all over the mountains seemed to have come alive, but died again, trapping him in it.
This is a block formation.
Mo Shanshan was wearing a white dress and Wang Mian, quietly looking at the rocks all over the mountains.
The block formation she set up now has the seventh-part meaning of Daming Lake in front of the Demon Sect Mountain Gate.
Back then, it took some time to break the squad, so how could the butcher be an exception?
The butcher finally put away his knife.
He looked at the several powerful but dependent formations on the cliffs, and remained silent.
He could have imagined that everyone in the academy would appear here.
But I never thought that the other party moved the academy here!
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The sound of the piano and flute came back again, which was extremely happy and even a little proud.
Yu Lian didn't even look at the butcher, but raised his hand and turned around and left.
The people of the academy followed, and Moshan Mountain was no exception.
She was one of the two people invited by the academy to enter the back mountain. She had long been used to treating herself as a member of the academy, and the academy had long been used to treating her as her own person.
Jun Mo did not leave, and he sat cross-legged in the snow.
He quietly looked at the butcher in the formation.
Many years ago, when Ning Que killed Xiahou, he sat on the snow bridge for a whole night, making it impossible for the Tang Dynasty General Xu Shi and the most powerful Yulin Army to cross the bridge.
Tonight, he sat down in the snow again, which represented his attitude.
The butcher looked at him and said, "As long as I have time, I can always break these formations."
Jun Mo said, "We only need time... If you can break through these arrays, it will be my turn to keep you. Then I will try to see if I can catch your knife."
The butcher said, "You can't take it."
Jun Mo said, "Maybe."
The butcher was silent for a moment and asked, "You have been waiting for more than ten days but haven't reached Taoshan. Why? If the Taoist Sect is destroyed, Haotian will become very weak and even die."
Jun Mo was silent for a moment and said, "Maybe because, in your eyes, Haotian, is also the little girl who cooks and cooks. She can survive, but it is best if she can survive."
The butcher asked, "Why are you going to Taoshan again tonight?"
Jun Mo said, "Because she has returned to Chang'an."
Chang'an is really a wonderful name, a very magical city that can protect many ordinary humans, and now it is time to start protecting Haotian again.
Jun Mo said again: "You do your best for your friends, I do my best for your master, and you can do your best for each other."
The butcher was silent for a long time and said, "Jun Mo has always been reasonable."
He raised the knife in his hand again.
The sword intent cannot break the formation, but it echoes the sword intent that had previously remained between heaven and earth.
The snow clouds in the night sky have been cut open a crack. At this time, the gap quickly expanded, the snowflakes gradually stopped, the clouds dissipated, revealing the bright moon.
Jun Mo looked up at the bright moon.
On the mountain road to Taoshan, the people in the academy carried loads, led cows, carried white geese and their responsibilities, and rushed forward silently. They once left Qingxia, but now they went to Xiling again, and the mountain road was rustling.
Yu Lian felt something, looked up at the night sky and saw the bright moon.
"Teacher, we will win."
Chen Pipi looked at the moon and said with a smile.
Many years ago, the Master went to Peach Mountain and cut all the peach blossoms all over the mountain.
Tonight, the bright moon is in the sky.
His students are here.
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(Jun Mo has always been reasonable, and I have always written very well when I come to the critical moment, silently praising myself.)