The bright moon does not shine alone on the river platform.

Shenlu Jing, Donghai Ning, the entire world has turned into night. There are no clouds, no clouds, no stars.

In the boundless and vast clear night, wind and rain never come, only a bright moon.

Everyone in the world looks at the moon!

The immortal bright moon reflecting the past and present is like a figure in it. Ordinary people think when they see it, and think when they forget. These many regrets and losses will turn into legends about the bright moon.

But those who are wise and wise can feel it-

The sound of the sword is the sound of music, and the lonely shadow in the moon moves with it.

The human figure lifted the wine pot and pointed at the flying sword. It seemed to use the bright moon as a screen, leaving a drunken, staggering, but arrogant and wanton view of the world.

Like the murmurings from more than three thousand years ago, it stored wine in the old days, traveled through countless silent nights, and finally echoed in the bright moon, and was heard by the world.

"I used to break up the jade bi for the passionate, and change the play with one sound."

"It's not available yet."

"I once slept in the sky river because of drunkenness, and the stars came and snowed all night."

"Wake up and spend the month."

"What's going on in life for thousands of years?"

"It's also drunk. I look at each other in a daze. The kings and princes on earth, the fairy palaces in heaven, the spring and autumn, the duckweed and ice snow... The flying sword has been around for a hundred years, but just a bright moon!"

"Come on! Drink with me!"

In the last half of the sentence, I suddenly sing and the word "未" is dragged very long and graceful. Endless melancholy and arrogance are all in it.

This is the peerless sword of Tai Shubai, the sword of Forgetful Sword Lord.

It is also the gorgeous chapter that Yan Chun returns to the dead end of the flying sword... and continues with the pen!

The young man who looked up at the stars finally managed to hold on to the drunken figure, pointed at the unsustainable sword light, pushed it, and walked higher toward the high sky.

The frost-like sword light flew back around Yanchun.

On this night when only the bright moon shines, the cool breeze is like wine and the night is like eternal.

And gradually shines.

The glimmer of light reflected in Yan Chunhui's eyes, and the glimmer of light appeared in the boundless and vast world.

On Guanhetai, on both sides of the long river, in the world...

They rose like fireflies, shook like candlelight, and eventually turned to the sky - turning into stars!

This is a star rain that pours into the sky on earth.

The sky is about to collapse, and I am drunk and swapped with the blue sky!

This is a sword that carries the flying sword for a hundred years and also provokes the old regrets of the times. Therefore, the sword of [Riding the Star Man] is expected to be vast and splendid.

An unprecedented flying sword performance!

One person, one sword, one moon, and the stars in the sky!

Who can stop the road?

Who can stop this human gift to the universe?

The viewer cannot imagine.

But under the stars and moon, above the sea of ​​fire, Jiang Wang walked forward.

[Ancient Demon-killing Covenant] was suspended behind him, with jade light dots, like snow all the way. The Demon-Swinging Heavenly Lord's robe floated in the sea of ​​flames, with his torso in the fire.

He is the everlasting green pine, the immortal flame.

He walked towards him like this and went to a swordsman's appointment.

Life and death are the romance of the sword holder, and life is the song of the ideal.

He looked at Yan Chunhui's eyes, also looking at the starry sky and enjoying the bright moon.

And there were dust falling around him.

It looks like a slight dust, falling like a mountain. It is clearly floating, but it is rumbling.

The stubborn demon ape, the lone fairy dragon, the indifferent heavenly beings, the compassionate monks of all living beings, and a famous sword in the world hovering in front of him and leaving before him!

The four gods are in all directions, opening up a pure land that is invincible to the stars and the moon.

Then it all felt like a mountain collapse.

All the forms collapsed, scattered into rocky Taoist qualities, converging into a flood!

The mountains and tsunamis are chanted and the name of the king is recited.

[Buzhou], [Three Treasures], [Lingxiao], [Fenzhen]... and [Sword Immortal]!

Jiang Wang raised his hand and held his sword.

This sword, as he fought in all directions, still gave him support and strength as he had held it for the first time.

At this moment, the infinite moonlight and the stars all over the sky fell towards him.

This dazzling rain of light was only for him.

He held the sword and looked up at the starry sky. His eyes were as clear as the stars, and the moonlight purified his face. Once the dust blew away for many years, he still had the same appearance as before.

Ye Qingyu in the stands remembered that night many years ago, when this person flew back from the mystery world, and once again he had military achievements, he should have returned with honor... He said that he did not forget to make an appointment before and came to celebrate her birthday.

But after hugging her, she hid on her shoulder and shed tears.

She never asked Jiang Wang why you cried, as if he had never cried.

But she always knew...

She knew how Jiang Wang had gone through this journey and how the maple forest was white.

Jiang Wang's silent tears were not just because of loss.

Not only because he was with him in the mystery world, not only because his personal guards had never survived, not only because his personal guards commanded Fang Yuanyou, but also because Yu Beidou, who was both a teacher and a friend, died!

But because of that war, the famous general named Qi Xiao broke his dream of peace and peace for generations, and in the most cruel way, he could see the truth of the world clearly.

He understood that there were things in this world that he could never change.

No matter how hard he works or how much he does, it is an eternal barrier.

Many things he cherished, many people he cherished, his subordinates, his friends, and even his hometown neighbors... are all dust!

All are the costs that can be sacrificed.

So many lives can be refined into a pill.

This world is a huge maple forest city.

The ideal of youth will eventually break into the blood of reality.

The cherishing of young people is always trampled to be worthless.

But what did he do after crying that night?

He still walked forward.

Just like today, he is walking forward in the sea of ​​robbery.

From now on... can you change the world? Change those worlds that people say can never be changed.

The despair of a boy who couldn't cry outside Fenglin City!

Let those things... not happen again?

What made Jiang Wang angry was Lu Ye, who asked him to draw out his sword today - Wei County who was slaughtered.

The story happens again and again, and the tragedy repeats itself. The world has never changed!!!

It's time to change.

"Call them to see..." Ye Qingyu murmured: "The future you are looking forward to."

Chong Xuansheng clenched his belly and stared at the stage.

He knew the dangers of this battle and the necessity of this battle.

When you have the possibility of changing the current situation.

They will want to put out the danger.

When you really have the power to change the world.

Only then will they give you respect, sit down and listen!

"The eyes are heavy," Jiang Wang always remembers this sentence.

The eyes that were put on their body at this moment were the weight of the entire world.

However, he held his sword and just walked back towards Yanchun.
To be continued...