The tyrant floated away, leaving only a word of the scene.

"The task is completed, and after evaluation, three hundred points are obtained. The voice of the pit father of the "Holy Scripture" sounded, and it was only at this time that Mo Xie remembered that when the "Holy Scripture" released the task before, he did not tell him the number of points that could be obtained after the final completion.

"...... these days, wage earners really have no human rights at all......

Mo Xie held his breath for a long time before he exhaled, he was so hard, as if he wanted to use the force of this breath to penetrate the ground in front of him to vent his dissatisfaction.

"You can do it!" Mo Ye said fiercely, this sentence made Nie Feng, who was still half-kneeling on the side, a little confused.

Who the hell is doing it? Are you mocking the withdrawal of the tyrant?

"Ahem......" Nie Feng spit out a mouthful of blood, trembling and standing up with a knife and squeezing deeply at Mo Ye, "Brother Dugu, thank you for saving me." ”

His voice was so sincere, Mo Xie believed that if it weren't for the fact that the residual poison in his body had not been cleared at this moment, there would definitely be a more formal way of expressing his words.

"Are we friends now?" Mo Xie said, he stretched out a hand to Nie Feng.

"Friend......" Nie Feng sighed lowly, looking at his expression, he should have thought of his current situation.

The master who has the grace of nurturing him wants to kill himself, and the little junior sister he likes dies at the hands of his senior brother whom he has always respected, and he loses his new wife and his brother who is like a brother at the same time.

Do you still have friends?

Qin Shuang may be his friend, but he has no reason to betray the World Society.

The light of the torch was a little dim, and in a daze, Nie Feng seemed to see his childhood self from the firelight.

I didn't expect that after so many years, I was still alone.

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The perspective switches to the side of the Juggernaut, who has not been seen in many days.

At this time, the Sword Master had just suffered a loss in the hands of Nameless, and for so many years, Nameless had also deduced the 'Sword Twenty-Two', and even thought of a move to crack it.

As long as it is a trick, there will always be flaws, but the Juggernaut thought of another layer of things from it.

"Nameless, I thought of it!" The Sword Master who was defeated under the Nameless Sword suddenly laughed, he had always been unsmiling, and at this time the laughter was obviously something to learn.

"Old friend, what have you come up with?" The movie version of Nameless has only ghost servants by his side, and he stands there like a sharp sword at this time.

"If you don't have a move, you can't talk about cracking it, can you?" said the Sword Master, stroking his beard, leaving behind the branch that had been used as a sword in the fight with Nameless.

"It's very clever, but the concept of 'no tricks' is well known to the world. But no one has ever been able to do a real trick, even the 'Ten Thousand Swords Return to the Sect' is traceable. Nameless Dao, this time he met with the Sword Saint mainly to prevent the Sword Saint from killing and hurting the innocent, but now it seems that the Sword Saint does not have the murderous aura that he used to have, which almost makes Nameless think that he has some illusion.

"This mystery will be understood if you go to watch my last battle, this trick can only be used once. The Sword Master's tone was solemn, his beard and hair were all white at this time, and even some of his hair had lost its luster. This marked that his time was running out, but with his pure cultivation, he didn't show a trace of fatigue even after fighting Nameless.

"That's a blessing. "Although Nameless doesn't know what the Sword Saint is talking about, even if the Sword Saint doesn't invite him, he will go, what Xiongba has done over the years is a little too much, it's time for someone to teach him to be more restrained. However, when the time comes, the nameless will be disguised, otherwise his appearance will cause an uproar.

After all, he is a "martial arts myth......

"Besides, I have something I want to ask you for. The sword saint was about to end his life at this time, and the "poison of broken love" that had entangled him all his life began to decline along with his vitality, and his seven emotions and six desires began to wake up slowly, but the awakening was very slow, but at this time, the sword saint finally began to show emotions, just like the meaning in his eyes at this time for the worry about what was behind him.

"You're welcome, old friend. Nameless had already discovered this, and he was relieved that the Juggernaut was no longer a ruthless person at this time.

"Ming'er is the only remaining bloodline in Wushuang City, he has good qualifications, I have passed on all the Holy Spirit Sword Technique to him, but he is still young and lacks skills. I wish you could look at me and take care of him. The Sword Master actually said such a thing at this time, it should really be "The words of a man who are dying are good, and the song of a bird is also sad", such words are almost unimaginable in the past.

"Dugu Ming...... " Nameless was slightly surprised, there were a lot of rumors on the rivers and lakes of Mo Xie's big trouble in the world, but Nameless always thought that those rumors were exaggerated and not believable, at most he wanted to disdain to kill Duguming. And he has heard about Dugu Ming's affairs, and even has a copy of the information, which is full of things that swordsmen despise. To put it mildly, Dugu Ming is a gentleman who is alive and well. Such a person should not use a sword, and at the same time, he should not walk between the rivers and lakes.

"Ming'er is by no means what is spread on the rivers and lakes, he was born for the sword, and his bones are almost carved out of the same mold as me back then. It's just that he has emotions, and that's a real baggage. What he has done outside these years is just to create an illusion, in order not to make the world hostile to Wushuang City. After all, Juggernaut, there is actually too much in this world. The Sword Saint looked at his life at this time, and the more he saw it thoroughly, the more he felt that "Dugu Ming" was simply a wise man, but the world did not fulfill his wishes.

A man who is born for the sword, whether he wants it or not, will eventually take up the sword and drink the blood of the world with the tip of the sword.

It is precisely because they are the same kind of people that the Sword Saint will spend so much tongue for Mo Ye, if he changes the real Dugu Ming in the past - who cares if he lives or dies!

"Good!" Nameless knew that the Juggernaut never lied, but he was still skeptical, and he decided to find the answer himself when the time came.

"Would you like a drink?" Nameless took out the flask from his bosom, along with two more glasses, although the Juggernaut used to be indentate, but now it may be a little different.

"Nope. Sword Saint Dao, he stroked his proud long beard.

"Uh......" Nameless guessed his answer, and poured himself a drink, his martial arts had been practiced to the realm of transformation, and even when he was drinking, he used his skills to make the wine utensils float out of thin air.

"Today I want to drink a pot. The Sword Saint glanced at the distant mountains and the slanting sun, and then uttered something that almost caused Nameless to shatter the flask.

"Old friend, have you changed......" He handed over the flask, watching the Sword Master drink to the spout, and he didn't know whether he was happy or worried.