Legend of the Great Saint

The mountains are like the sea, and the moon is frosty.

A tall figure walks alone along a winding, rugged ridge, with abyss on both sides, a deep, dark night wind blowing from the valley, one step in the air is crushed bones, but he closes his eyes and walks forward, muttering to himself.

“The soul has forgotten from its own knowledge... the whereabouts, the long sorrow over the shadows; the arrogance, the scratching of its head, the self-loving... those who cried so hard in ancient times, Hu and Weir; the things that upset the flock, who is Boley?... stabbed in my arms, three years of extinction, side by side looking, four seas without a home... In the world, I just need to walk with my eyes together to listen to the low cost of what I hear! ”

He opened his eyes and sighed, “Yeah, it's lonely! ”

Unbeknownst to come to this world, trapped in a small mountain village, in the body of a child. No one can know, no one can understand, no one can understand. Only with cows, talking to cows, like crazy fools. By contrast, the hunger and cold, the sister-in-law's bullying, is more easily tolerated.

It is precisely because of this experience that we are so determined to move forward and never look back.

This time it was an exception. He wanted to come to the world to indulge in apes and have a good time, but somehow he was hooked up with a thousand emotions.

Alone, I missed the past.

“How could I, a man who never turned back, have done such a foolish thing? ”

He shook his head, but let go of his obsession and let his thoughts overflow.

One time, the wind whistled, and the sky raved.

God moves, heaven and earth echoes.

Big winds sweep, trees destroy. Miles of mountains, turbulent.

The clouds rolled over and swallowed the moon. A snowflake drifted quietly from the sky, falling on his shoulder. Blinking, heavy snow.

A picture flashes right in front of you, interwoven with previous life and present life, all indistinguishable.

“Maybe it's just a big dream, waking up in a warm bed.” When he first came to the world, he thought about it countless times.

At this time, look up, only wind and snow, mountain highway insurance.

Such wind and snow always reminded him of the hard and desperate climb on the ice sword cliff. It never seemed to have come down and climbed up.

Even then, the human form was restored and returned to life: joining Jiaping City, becoming a wolf guard of hawks, killing Zhuo Zhibu, Dosan Mountain elderly... this snowstorm has never stopped.

The bigger the snow, the fuller the shoulders, the rugged roads, the mountains all white.

All the images converged, a warm pair of cow eyes, watched him quietly and listened to himself.

“Brother Niu, are you so lonely? ”

The moment suddenly understood the mood, as he looked at the string moon, as he expected Li Long.

Unconsciously, the shadow of the man's great shore has become within reach. Just one more step and you can pat him on the shoulder and say, "Brother Niu, I'm here. ”

He opened his chest and the snow filled him with wind and snow, praising him: "What a snow! ”

In his heart there was endless snow and wind, but in the dreams of others there was constant rain.

Outside the city, the shady sky presses against the wilderness.

“Cheng, hang on, I won't let you die, I will kill the monster, save you, save everyone! ”

Her beautiful face was also full of haze, but her eyes were firm as iron, hidden in purple glow. Gently place her painfully struggling friend on the ground, remove her belly bag, and turn to the demonic town.

Behind the patchy dirt wall, men, women, children and children were lying across the street alley, with a lukewarm look, empty eyes, as if a corpse, but the chest was clearly breathing ups and downs, and the eyes swimmed a little black spot from time to time.

A dark mist is scattered over the city's pools, made up of myriad black bugs, but a very rare monster - the demon.

When she walked into the city again, the dark fog shouted again: "How dare you come back? Then stay here and become my blood! ”

Everyone stood up, dense and numb, motionless, only eyes turned with her shadow, dead silent and strange. With the demon shouting, all of a sudden the sound howled, hysterical, disregarding the tearing of the vocal cords, more powerful than the beast howling.

The sound of the small and tens of thousands of inhabitants of the city is like a landslide, enough to scare the cowardly to death. It even shook a low cloud of clouds, falling into thin rain.

Under the rain wire, she held still, drooping her head and gripping the handle of the sword. The Bull Giant once told her that being a man must have a decision and not have a soft heart. She kept it in her heart.

He also said, "Purple is the color of great dignity, and sword is the king of hundreds of soldiers. Holy Monarch, Purple Qi Dong. The whole world is swept together. Kai Wan Shi Taiping, Cheng Daren Dazheng. ”

So when she raised her head, her eyes were bright and purple, and she had the aura of a king.

“The demons control everyone in the city, and if they want to save people, they have to -- kill! ”

The sea swept in, sweeping swords swept away, dozens of heads took off, and blood sprayed in the cavity for several lengths, while there was also a ray of black fog.

A few drops of blood fell on her white face, scarlet eyes, she was immobile and must cherish every penny of her true breath and not be used to do this senseless thing.

The crowd under the control of the demon did not fear death, trampled on the headless corpse, clapped his knees, and jumped at a speed unlikely to be possible for ordinary people.

She vacated and stepped on a head, lightly landing in a green tile room by the road.

The crowd immediately surged like a tide, and she twisted her waist, turning back a sword and chopping off several people's waists, her viscera slipped, her blood splattered, and her purple coat blossomed with a few more plums.

In the roar of the Mountain Hoo tsunami, she raised a ridge that looked like an island and was constantly beaten by “tide".

I couldn't care less about the fine sword method, I didn't even dare to provoke the sword. With the sharp edge of the Jiuyang sword in my hand, I chopped it, like a wood-cutting knife. Wherever Blade went, flesh and blood, broken muscles, broken limbs, arms flying and dancing, instantly stained red purple clothes.

Her feet suddenly swayed and her standing was unstable. Under the pressure of countless people, the house was about to fall, and a middle-aged woman burst behind her.

She didn't go back, stood up and leaned back, “bang” a sound of boredom, accompanied by a burst of bone cracking, the woman flew backwards, her viscera cracked, her bones shattered, her mouth spitting a black smoke.

Boom! Boom! The house collapsed and the smoke was everywhere. She had landed in the alley next to her, swept away everything around her, and waved her sword and killed several others.

Tip your toes, roll over the wall, and land in a small, brick-paved quadrilateral courtyard, relaxing your muscles and toning them slightly.

Until the crowd overthrew the brick wall and the crowd backed up, she killed another time and left a compound before being surrounded.

She fought and walked in the city, relying on every house, every wall to kill and grasp every inch of light to regain her strength.

Man, kill. Woman, kill. Old man, kill. Toddler, kill.

The town turned into a slaughterhouse, with corpses everywhere and blood running through it.

She was also covered in blood, yet her eyes were clear, merciless, unquestionable, and her actions were full of order and efficiency. Neither ruthless nor cruel. It's all about saving lives, even if only one blossom is saved in the end.

Are you sad? Angry? Fear? I'm afraid so, but there's something else that goes through her mind and her sword, highlighting some kind of hidden essence.

It is with this kind of thing, many years later, in the face of the powerful demon transformed into biocidal stone will strong stone, she can still not be disturbed by the genius, but fall into the mad killing, but dare to wave sword against it, so that Li Qingshan is amazed.

Although she had been low for a long time before that, others thought she was full of guilt for today's massacre, which of course was true, only she knew that she was afraid of who she was today.

Even the Bull Masters don't know that.

I don't know how many people have been slashed under the sword. Hundreds, thousands? I only remember the last man who slaughtered the city with a sword and finally chopped the demon. How old was she that year? How many more have been slashed now?

Thinking of this, she suddenly drowned down her sword and ignored the raging sea of people in front of her. She smiled with a smile: "Bull warrior, it's not good to barge into people's dreams. ”

Li Qingshan's arms fell from the sky: “Long time no see, purple sword. Perhaps we should call you Lord of the Palace of the Tibetan Sword, or the Emperor of the Purple Sword! ”