Just after the man in black said this, the old beggar frowned, and then his eyes changed.

The original surging battle intent was transformed into a sky-high killing intent.

The palace of the Tang Dynasty is the safest place in the millennium, two hundred years ago the Tang Dynasty was besieged by other countries, and the soldiers came to the city of Kyoto, but the city was full of singing and dancing, and was still celebrating the festival, and finally the enemy country could only return in a huff.

The defense range of the palace protection array in the palace is so wide and hard that it surpasses all the defensive formations in history.

There are countless patrols and surveillances in the palace, and if you want to take treasures in the palace, even Guo Mingzhe can't do it.

"Uncle Shi has always wanted to return the original Xuanhuang Sword Book of the Emperor to the Tang Dynasty, but His Majesty Emperor Yuanzong bluntly said that no matter what means are used, even if it is taken by force, as long as the original can be retrieved in the hands of the palace with Changmingzong's own ability, then His Majesty will give back the original without any responsibility, but our sect has never been able to get the book back. ”

The Xuanhuang Sword Spectrum was created by the originator of the Changming Dynasty, and it was extremely powerful, but it was taken away by the night listening to the wind that was known as the first person in a thousand years, and then it was passed down and fell into the hands of the palace.

Emperor Yuanzong believed that no one in the current Changming Sect was qualified to practice this sword, and it was better to leave it in the collection of the palace than to insult the prestige of the sword.

Now that it has been in the dust for more than 100 years, Guo Mingzhe can only sigh.

The old beggar looked at the hideous mask and asked the same question that had already been asked twice, but this time it was a little different.

"You, what is your position in the palace? ”

He knew that of course he wouldn't get an answer, but he still subconsciously asked.

Unless it was an insider in the palace who committed the crime, how could a treasure of the level of Xilin Sword be stolen by him?

The black-clothed man's sword was full of the aura of a majestic and domineering superior, and it should have been touched by the royal nobility in the palace.

The man in black didn't answer his question, he gently raised his right hand, raised the short sword above his head, and pointed angrily at the sky.

The moment he raised his hand, a pale yellow light suddenly appeared in the enchantment, like the scorching sun in the sky, like a man with great ambitions in the prime of life, full of spirit, looking at the world.

Immediately, the tip of his sword tilted, pointing at the distant intersection of the earth and the sky, where the western skyline was.

The sunlight in the barrier suddenly dimmed a lot, and the remaining light was like the afterglow of the remnant sun.

These afterglows are the sword momentum of the little sword in the west, just like when the autumn prince sang a sad story with a singing voice at the Autumn Chrysanthemum Festival that day, this sword is also telling the process of the sudden curtain call of a great person's life with sword momentum and sword intent.

Originally, it was a bright sun, but the next moment the sun was setting;

Although this scene is sad, it is not magnificent, and even makes people feel a little cold.

It's so cold that it makes you want to cry.

Because the great man finally ended up with only a piece of loess to bury, all the legends of his life were put into flowing water, and no one heard of them again.

The old beggar was shrouded in the sunset, feeling this sadness and unwillingness, and suddenly felt a little tired, no matter how strong a person is, he will die sooner or later, no matter how deep his cultivation is, he will still die, but he will die later.

He had been expelled from his sect a long time ago, and what was he doing for 50 years of struggle at the foot of the mountain? What could he do if he was forgiven by his sect in the future, and could he erase that history?

A practitioner can live for hundreds of years or thousands of years, and can do countless things, but what can he do after doing these things?

Will you leave a legend for adults to tell to their children before bedtime?

Joke.

The bamboo stick in the old beggar's hand slowly fell, and he closed his eyes, too lazy to look at the Xilin small sword that was about to come in front of him.

If he died, what was the use of leaving a legend.

The longevity is exhausted, and everything is useless.

Since you will die sooner or later, what is the use of resisting, what is the use of living, it is just a matter of bothering your mind, it is better to leave here, what is the difference between dying early and dying late?

Maybe that wrong thing will be annihilated in the long river of history, as if it never happened.

......

......

This is the Xilin Little Sword.

This is a sword from the west!

The previous sword full of royal nobility was just a matter of what the man in black wanted to try, after all, he was not a member of the royal family, and the deepest feeling was naturally not royal qi.

This is his real sword of heart.

Even without the profound vitality support of the man in black, just relying on the sword intent of the heart and the sword momentum of the west is in line with the principles of the Heavenly Dao, and it is enough to kill everyone.

The strongest killer's strongest killer's sword is really extraordinary.

The man in black came to the old beggar's throat with a small sword, and his speed seemed to be slow, but it was actually extremely fast.

Seeing that he was about to slit his throat and kill the other party completely, the man in black let out an ugly laugh.

But the next moment, ripples suddenly set off on the barrier wall, like the waves set off by a stone falling into the water, spreading out in all directions.

At the same time, accompanied by the buzzing sound from the ripples, it reminded the man in black of the bronze bell that he was naughty when he was a child and hid in the temple outside the city with his parents behind his back, and the monk rang the bronze bell without knowing it.

Under the effect of the barrier, the sound cannot be transmitted to the outside world, but can only constantly reverberate inside.

The deafening sound of the bell abruptly woke the old beggar abruptly, and he stretched out his withered left hand and grabbed the wrist of the man in black, and the little sword could no longer move an inch when it was only a hair's length from his throat.

The old beggar's eyes gradually became clearer, and his turbulent Dao heart was firm again.

If you die, you really have nothing, so you can't die.

The legacy left behind will become an inspirational historical allusion to future generations.

As for the wrong......

There is justice in the dark, and he believes that he will be forgiven by Changming Sect and return to his master.

In this case, it is better to live a few hundred years longer, the world is so big, and there are countless landscapes that he has not seen.

The old beggar carefully admired the little sword in the west, and was amazed.

The wrist of the man in black was grabbed by him, and he wanted to break free, but unexpectedly, the other party's fingers were like iron casting, and he couldn't move no matter how hard he tried.

"This is Xilin Xiaojian?"

The short blade of the man in black was shining with cold light, and the moire was swirling. The blade of the sword is straight and clear.

"It's a good sword. The old beggar looked at him and said with a smile: "It's just that I'm still alive, and I can't help but fall into the name of 'a sword that comes to the west and has nothing to rely on', it seems that the legend that anyone who has seen this sword will die, it will be ended here for you, it's a fucking shame." ”

The man in black did not speak, his head bowed, and remained silent.

The old beggar looked in the direction of the rising ripples, and watched the small figure smash the enchantment with his fist, and immediately sneered.

......

......

Feng Xiaohan found two solitary books in a corner of the library pavilion, and felt that the methods recorded in them were very magical, so he immediately used Wanyan Divine Power to integrate them, and then went to the open space where he usually practiced martial arts to try his power.

But before he had gone far, he found that the wisp of divine thoughts that had been attached to him did not follow him this time, and he felt a little strange.

Born with an extremely sharp intuition, he vaguely felt that something was wrong.

So he searched for the last source of the wisp of divine thought in his memory, and found an enchantment, which, judging from the cold and piercing aura, was obviously not arranged by the old beggar.

Since it is not the means of the old beggar, then it must be an outsider.

Presumably, the old guy is fighting someone, since he wants to use the enchantment as a cover, it is definitely not a competition, and it is very likely to fight to the death.

Feng Xiaohan didn't care what kind of goods it would be to fight with the old beggar, so he clenched his little fist and smashed it on the enchantment.

This barrier can withstand the full force of the Collapse Top, and it is an extremely clever means.

"I've always had the good fortune to beg for just enough money and sometimes enough to buy a little wine. ”

The old beggar laughed and said: "Last time I cultivated to a higher level, I was lucky to crush you, this time you relied on the artifact to attack, but if I have divine help, the sky will not kill me, hahahahahaha." ”