Chapter 409: Return of the Red Dust Fairy Xie Muxue [4000 words]September 21st. After a night of rest, the people from Jianya Xuanfeng climbed up to the "Ten Thousand Swords Lake" of Lishan Sword Sect. Hundreds of miles of blue water, guarded by mountains. It was as if an immortal moved mountains and created a lake hundreds of miles long among the mountains. Floating islands stand on the water, scattered all over the place, with sword energy running through them. Each floating island platform seems to contain a different kind of sword art. This is the Wanjian Tianchi, where the disciples of Mount Li Sword Sect practice swordsmanship. at this time. The Tianchi Lake is filled with morning mist. The disciples of Mount Li Jianzhai had already been sitting cross-legged on the floating island platform, waiting quietly. "These floating islands are like the formation of Qimen Xuanfeng." Yan Ze said softly.

"Master Yan has good eyesight." The one who spoke was a purple-clothed woman named Chu Jiangzi. She was the great-grandchild of the mountain-guarding swordsman Chu Shanyu, and also the first true disciple of the Lishan Sword House in the contemporary era, at the Life Pill realm. It is said that he is deeply loved by the Lishan Sword Saint and is the only candidate to inherit the Lishan Sword Sect in the future. His cultivation and talent are as unfathomable as those of his ancestor Chu Shanyu. Today is a competition for the younger generation. None of the older generation figures of the Lishan Sword Sect appeared, but chose to watch in secret. Many guests from all over Tongming Prefecture had already submitted their visiting cards and were standing on the mountains surrounding Wanjian Tianchi, looking forward to the first battle of the day. At this moment, in front of everyone, Chu Jiangzi seemed to be showing off. "The Heavenly River Demon-Slaying Ten Thousand Swords Immortal Formation." Hou Yuanxi suddenly said something indifferently. "Sister Yuanxi is so insightful!" Chu Jiangzi's expression remained unchanged as she introduced: "This Tianhe Demon-Slaying Ten Thousand Swords Immortal Formation was obtained by my ancestor from outside the domain. It is divided into three parts: Tianhe, Demon-Slaying, and Ten Thousand Swords. It also has nine palaces and eight gates, seventy-two formations, and 10,800 formation points." "One formation can trap a Dharma Immortal. Seventy-two formations together can enter the Ninth Heaven and kill the Immortals in the sky! If the three parts of Tianhe, Dangmo, and Wanjian are combined into one..." "But your Lishan Sword Sect only has one thousand true disciples now." Hou Yuanxi said calmly. “Of course…” Chu Jiangzi’s eyes moved, bright as the wind, and she said nonchalantly: “When we become the world’s sword sect and the holy land of swordsmanship in the future, it will naturally be there.” The sword test has not yet begun, but the two have already started a verbal confrontation. The Lishan Sword Sect and Jianya Xuanfeng have different philosophies. One advocates preaching the gospel to the world and becoming the supreme holy land of swordsmanship. Even if one condenses a seventh-grade or eighth-grade golden body, it can become a true disciple. The other advocates selecting the best, and every disciple is an elite.

There are thousands of true disciples and over ten thousand inner and outer disciples. Even if a nation has experienced the pain of catastrophe and developed for seven thousand years, it will only have a few dozen people. Both have their own goals, and it is difficult to say who is right or wrong. However, as the former pinnacle of swordsmanship, if the Lishan Sword Sect wants to achieve its goals, it must climb the peak of Jianya Xuanfeng. By then. As a holy land of swordsmanship and the best in the world, naturally countless geniuses and heroes in the east land flock to it to become disciples. One thousand years, two thousand years, three thousand years... or even ten thousand years later, with the combined strength of the entire Donglin, and ten thousand golden-bodied geniuses who practiced swordsmanship forming a large formation, perhaps they could really slay the immortals and exterminate the demons, and become the only supreme immortal sect in the world of Donglin! "a thousand years?" As Song Lin followed Chu Jiangzi's imagination, a picture of the Ten Thousand Immortals Sword Formation seemed to appear before his eyes. My colleague once again recalled a passage from the reincarnation horoscope. [For some people, ten thousand years is too long, so we should seize the day. ] [Some people are willing to plan for this world for ten thousand years.] Lishan Sword Sect also has a heart to become the protagonist of this world, and has its own persistence. The relationship between them and Jianya Xuanfeng is said to be rivals, but in fact they are more like fellow travelers. Only by resisting and encouraging each other can we reach greater heights. The current scene may not be what the top leaders of both sides expect to see. Just then. Chu Jiangzi took out a formation flag from her bosom and shouted softly: "Ten Thousand Swords·Star Chronicle·Kanshui Level—Formation activated!" The purple flag crossed the sky, leaving behind streaks of colorful light. Suddenly, the sound of waves was heard, and white waves rose and fell in the Tianchi Lake below. On the water level in the north, floating islands automatically moved and gathered together to form a platform 300 meters long and wide. "Sister Mu Xue." Chu Jiangzi turned around with a smile and blinked at Xie Muxue. He said: "Your cultivation is still shallow and the time is short. I specially arranged the place where the water eyes gather in the north as a battle arena to help you. You must win more games!" "Thank you... Chu Zhenchuan." Xie Muxue held the sword in both hands, trying hard to maintain her expression so as not to let others notice anything unusual. She had been to Lishan Sword Sect as Song Xiangyu, and only the top leaders of Jianya Xuanfeng knew about this. The person in charge of the entry at that time was Chu Jiangzi. This is a transaction between two major sword-fighting holy places. Xie Muxue didn't know what the specific considerations were. Perhaps he regarded her as a bridge between the two sides to ease the relationship between them, or it was out of some tacit understanding. In short. During the days in Lishan Sword Sect, Chu Jiangzi liked her very much and had the intention of accepting her as a disciple and treating her like a sister. She wanted to dig her out from Jianya Xuanfeng and cultivate her as a swordsman in Lishan.

But these are no longer important. In today’s battle, we must not bring shame to Jianya Xuanfeng. I must not embarrass myself in front of him again! Rays of sword lights disappeared into the morning mist, surrounding the Wanjian Division, the Xingji Formation, and the Kanshui level in all directions. Xie Muxue, wearing white clothes and holding a long sword, walked in the air. The heroic figure is yet somewhat lonely. In a trance. Song Lin seemed to see again the woman who used to wander alone in the world with a sword. She has a father and a mother. There is a teacher and a backer. But everyone treated her as a chess piece, as if she was isolated from the world, with no one close to her. Even Song Lin in those days never really entered her heart. The relationship between the two ended with the phrase "comrades in arms". After Song Lin's death, it came to an end. "I am Xie Muxue, the 29th generation disciple of Jianya Xuanfeng. Please give me your guidance." Thinking about it. Xie Muxue was already standing on the Tianchi platform. With the sword pointed high, he asked the questions in all directions. "I've heard that Fellow Daoist Xie is the 29th generation disciple of Jianya Xuanfeng, and the only one who has inherited the true teachings. To be valued so highly by the immortal sect, you must be extraordinary! Hahaha, let me, Peng Tianqi, come and meet you today!" A disciple from the Lishan Sword Sect burst out laughing. He had sharp eyebrows and bright eyes, and was very elegant. He was also dressed in white, and he and Xie Muxue seemed to be a pair of immortal lovers. The sword energy on his body is extremely pure, as if he possesses an extraordinary high-quality golden body. Meet this person. Xie Muxue frowned slightly. She knows this Peng Tianqi. During the days in Lishan Sword House, this person often surrounded her like a fly and loved to be in the spotlight. After thirty-eight years of cultivation, he had already condensed the third-grade 'Purple Yang Yuanling Golden Body'. Among the contemporary disciples of Lishan Jianzhai, he was considered outstanding. Although he was a playboy and had many wives and concubines, he never did anything like abandoning them. Therefore, the Lishan Sword Sect never criticized him for anything in this matter. It was a matter of mutual consent, so even Chu Jiangzi couldn't say too much. 'Today, I will teach you a lesson.' Xie Muxue's eyes turned slightly cold.

"Thank you, fellow Taoist, please." Peng Tianqi was already standing on the stone platform, smiling and calm. His peach blossom eyes, which looked as affectionate as if they were looking at a dog, looked at Xie Muxue with a burning gaze. There are many beautiful women among the immortals. But it is very rare to find someone with such a cold and aloof temperament. It can also arouse a man's desire to conquer her. If I can easily convince her today and leave a deep impression on her, we may be able to get married in the future, and then... Just as Peng Tianqi's lips curled up into a strange smile. "I only strike with one sword." Xie Muxue's voice spread throughout Wanjian Tianchi. She held a long sword in her hand, her expression serious: "After one strike of the sword, the winner will be decided." Instantly. Peng Tianqi's smile froze at the corner of his mouth. The people watching the fight were also in an uproar and talking a lot. "This woman is so arrogant! So proud!" "As expected, the first battle was full of gunpowder." "This is the sword heart of enlightenment! Although Fellow Daoist Xie does not know Peng Tianqi's deeds, he can definitely sense his disgusting thoughts." "Hehe~ She dared to start a life-and-death battle in the first battle against the Wanfa Palace. This woman is very determined and extraordinary. Peng Tianqi will have a hard time this time!" "That may not be the case! Cang Xingyue and Peng Tianqi both have third-grade golden bodies and have only been enlightened for half a month. But this person has already condensed his golden body for more than three years, and his foundation is solid. He is definitely not an ordinary person." "Make a bet?" "Ten third-level spiritual pills." "make a deal!" An old man laughed triumphantly, raised his wine jug and drank it down with gulps. Then he exhaled and whispered, "Little girl, don't disappoint me, the old drunkard!" hum- The sounds of two swords resounded through heaven and earth at the same time. "Sword of the Heart - No Thought." Xie Muxue's cold voice cut through the morning mist, like the morning light illuminating the earth, bright and pure, ordinary, yet unstoppable. Compared to August 15th. Her sword seemed to have undergone a complete transformation. "Ha~~"

Peng Tianqi smiled and swung his sword. This sword was also ordinary, but it seemed to contain endless changes. In the blink of an eye, it evolved from a point of purple light into three purple suns, entangled with each other, changing endlessly. The morning light emitted by Xie Muxue's sword seemed so small under the illumination of the three purple suns. Purple Yang Sword Technique - The Three Yangs Rise. ding~~ The crisp sound of metal clashing was heard. Peng Tianqi was smiling and calm. Naturally, he had heard of Xie Muxue's reputation a long time ago. With the Divine Palace Yin-Yang Mirror, he fought against Cang Xingyue, who had a third-grade golden body. He could indeed be called a genius in swordsmanship. There is hope for a second-grade golden body in the future. But he is not a fool like Cang Xingyue who uses resources to force his way up. Compare cultivation. He is ten times better than Xie Muxue. Discussing kendo attainments. He has been practicing hard for decades, and his efforts are no less than those of others. really. The sword lights collided. The two swords stopped in mid-air at the same time, bursts of sword energy emanated, and the two swords were in a stalemate. Xie Muxue just said that she would only use one sword. After one sword strike, the winner is decided. "Thank you, Brother Daoist, for this sword..." The smile on Peng Tianqi's face grew wider, and he was about to ask her if she admitted defeat. Suddenly the complexion of the ground changed. Behind the silver-white jade sword stood a woman with a cold face and closed eyes. She seemed to be completely immersed in her own world of mind, without any thoughts, and actively isolated herself from the world, but one hand was always tightly grasping the hilt of the sword. This sword is her eyes and her heart. Without any thoughts, the mind follows the sword. Peng Tianqi can block her sword, but he can't block her heart. This is the real sword of the heart, Wuxiang! hum- An illusory sword mist rose from the silver-white sword and was swept into the wind. It passed through the three purple suns as if it were nothing, and then passed through Peng Tianqi's body. "This sword..."

Peng Tianqi's expression changed drastically, full of disbelief. Hiss~~ Strips of cloth were flying everywhere. Peng Tianqi's clothes were ragged and his private parts were exposed. Many girls at the scene were so embarrassed that they could not help but cover their faces and turn their heads away, but still peeked through their fingers. Looking at the dazed and shocked man, and looking at the woman who turned away gracefully. "This sister Xie is so cool!" "As I said, I struck with one sword. What a beautiful victory!" "Looking at her sword skills, she must have come from the martial arts world. Fighting with such a person is the most terrifying, a fight between life and death, all on a thin line." "If she had wanted to kill Peng Tianqi just now, what would be flying in the sky right now would not be clothes, but flesh and blood!" "This woman is such a ruthless person!" "Sword of the Heart: Wuxiang? To be the first true disciple of the 29th generation of Jianya Xuanfeng, he is indeed an extraordinary person." The crowd watching the game around burst into exclamations. And at this time. Everyone in the Lishan Sword Sect, including Peng Tianqi, found it hard to accept. He actually lost like this? The defeat was so easy and full of contrast. pain! It hurts so much! The more confident Peng Tianqi appeared just now, the louder the slap in their faces was. "You're cheating!" Peng Tianqi suddenly shouted angrily. da~ Xie Muxue stopped. With his eyes still tightly closed, he turned his back to Peng Tianqi and said, "If you are not convinced, you can try my sword again. But I will not show mercy this time!" "I declare that Xie Muxue wins the first battle!" Seeing that the situation was not good, Chu Jiangzi spoke quickly. Although Peng Tianqi has a bad temper, he is also a promising talent. Song Xiangyu, who goes by the alias Xie Muxue, is her dearest friend, and she is afraid that the two of them will fight to the death like they did on Jiuzhangyuan. There would be no way this would end! As the words fell, the whole audience cheered. The people watching the fight pointed and whispered about what had just happened. Their evaluation of Peng Tianqi was extremely despicable. The disciples of Mount Li Sword Sect were immediately dejected. Peng Tianqi felt even more ashamed to face people, so he covered his chest and flew away into the Wanjian Lake on his sword.

"Thank you, sister. You have a quarter of an hour to rest." Chu Jiangzi's voice rang out. Xie Muxue still did not open her eyes. She sat cross-legged on the stone platform of Tianchi Lake, sword across her knees, silent. "Strange, what happened to Master Xie?" Ding Zhen asked blankly. "How should I know?" Qiu Yu couldn't help but shook his head: "Could it be that after that sword attack, she had a new realization?" at this time. Song Lin was also staring at Xie Muxue with a strange look in his eyes. Xie Muxue, 'Xie Muxue'. For some reason, after she fully used the 'Sword of Heart·No Thought', she gave him the feeling that she was more and more like Xie Muxue from three thousand years ago. He is devoted to swordsmanship, a little old-fashioned, but he cares about the world. In the end, he killed his mother and father for what he believed in. "Red Dust Immortal!" Hou Yuanxi suddenly let out a low cry. At this moment. No one knows what Xie Muxue is going through. When the complete sword 'Sword of the Heart·No Thought' was used, the broken memories of the past life suddenly came flooding out like a tide. She remembered everything. I remembered the magnificent poem about the world of Jianghu from three thousand years ago. I remembered the Taoist nun's relieved handshake in the snow at the Twenty-Four Bridges. She remembered the figure she had been waiting for at the end of the world...a figure that would never come back. "It's him?" "No—how could it be him!" The figure of Yang Tianrui, the destiny unicorn, gradually overlapped with the figure of Song Lin. The two people's faces are somewhat similar... (End of this chapter)