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The man is gone, the birds are gone......

All the illusions in front of him blurred like ink paintings, and as far as the eye could see, it became the crystal clear ice again, and the sword, the sword that had slain countless evil spirits, lay quietly in the thick ice.

The dripping blood, the disgusting smell of blood, the breath of despair are all gone......

"Just ......"

It took Wei Ci a long time to react, still shocked, his hand touched his cheek, and he found that his face was full of ice crystals.

That's the tears she left behind......

It turned out that this world was not what the owner of the mellow voice had just said, it was opened up by a powerful ancestor of Wangjian Feng who had become an immortal with the power of a single blow, but it was indeed outside the Little Spirit Cloud Realm, or even outside the Three Thousand Worlds!

Because this is a broken world, without people, without animals, without the breath of life!

This piece of ice and snow was formed after a great war, after the death of all things, the heaven and earth mourned, and the tears turned into snow!

That powerful ancestor who became an immortal just happened to open a door.

It has been abandoned by the big world for millions of years......

What she had just seen was its demise.

A world, among the three thousand worlds, is like a speck of dust, inconspicuous and insignificant, and its disappearance is insignificant to the three thousand worlds.

However, for the people there, this world is their home, and they have inextricable feelings that cannot be cut off.

Everyone there is fighting evil spirits for the homeland and homeland behind them.

They can't retreat, even for a thousand years! Years!

They are not afraid of death, because this is a battle for glory!

If you retire today, you will have to die tomorrow, since you are a fighter, why bother with this time and half a day of stealing your life?

If it is a sword, it will be broken on the battlefield!

If it is a bow, may it be destroyed by a rain of arrows!

If you are a warrior, you are willing to die in the face of the enemy!

Fight for all that you hold dear!

"I'm willing to fight, too......"

Wei Ci murmured softly.

A soft murmur, like a pebble unintentionally thrown into the calm lake, suddenly broke this tranquility, stirring up ripples on the surface of the water, and the ripples spread out, evoking bursts of sharp sword roars!

In the sword box, look forward to the sound!

Today, this long sound is celebrated!

The roar of the giant sword in the ice was agitated, and the remaining strength was endless.

Its power drew countless swords in this realm to resonate with it, and the long swords left behind by the powerhouses of Wangjian Feng were instantly infected by it, and they resounded in the ice!

When the ancestors who looked at the sword blade heard the sound of the sword, they were shocked.

They found their sword out of control and let out a long cry of joy.

Their swords have been in the ice for so long, and they haven't seen it yet, this kind of thing!

Although they had fallen, and all that was left in the sword was a wisp of their divine sense, the Natal Dao Sword itself was extremely close to them, and a wisp of divine consciousness could easily control the Natal Dao Sword, how could it lose control?!

That's right!

That girl jumped down just now!

She couldn't have provoked it, right?

......

Wei Ci put her legs together, stared at the cracked giant sword, pursed her lips, and bent deeply to the giant sword that seemed to be watching the world in the ice for eternity, and her eyes naturally drooped with the bow, which was her respect, respect and gratitude to a warrior.

After a while, Wei Ci slowly straightened up, and said, "I will inherit the will of my predecessors!" ”

Loud and clear, categorical, words hit jade and knock gold......

Reverberation!

What is the last name? I don't know.

All I know is-

You, with the sky above your head, guarding the world, have not yet had your will!

You, swing your sword and slay countless evil spirits, surrounded by black smoke!

You, I admire!

While Wei Ci was staring at the giant sword in the ice, a phantom of a sword appeared behind her.

Suddenly, the sword shadow disappeared from behind the self-defense porcelain and appeared in front of the Wei porcelain.

It was a heavy sword with a dark red body, the blade was slightly curved like a crescent moon, and black thunder and lightning were faintly visible on it, and the thick sword aura overflowed out, murderous and magnificent!

When the wolf smoke rises, my blood boils, and the sky is red like the scorching sun; When the corpse is strewn on the battlefield, my pride is fierce, like a glass of liquor swimming along the blood in my body, my whole body is hot, and my spirit is uplifted.

Fighting for protection, killing only killing, this is her kendo!

I long to be in harmony with the sun and the moon, and with heaven and earth.

This is glory!

Wei Ci looked at the sword in front of him, and was overjoyed in his heart, he finally found you - glory!

Wei Ci grabbed the hilt of the sword with his hand, and wanted to hold a sword flower in his hand, but he didn't even lift the sword, and almost broke his wrist!

What the heck?!

So heavy!

Damn! This is a prelude to the battle with both hands!

Wei Ci was afraid that she would really break her hand, so she hurriedly used her other hand and used her spiritual power, but even so, she still felt struggling, bending over, pulling up the long sword with both hands, and almost shaking her body to maintain her balance.

She is a sword cultivator, after a flame quenching, she still has the strength of three or four hundred catties, but she didn't expect that she couldn't even pick up this sword, let alone swing it, thinking about it, Wei Ci felt congested when he looked at the heavy sword.

Forget it, let's put it in my body first......

The next moment, the heavy sword turned into a black light and entered Wei Ci's dantian.

About two hours later......

A figure appeared on the ice field, and the cute little beast standing on the person's shoulder was Wei Porcelain and Steamed Bun.

After Wei Ci's sincere apology and assurance, Mantou forgave her, however, for some reason, the tips of the snow-white hair appeared red, according to Mantou, this is a sign of promotion.

The steamed bun can be advanced Wei Ci is very happy, it usually likes to eat some spiritual grass and other things, she was worried about whether it will be supported by the spiritual power of the spiritual grass, but now that it is advanced, it proves that there is nothing wrong with overeating.

However, the roar at that time ......

What a surprise to her!

I can't see it, the usually stupid steamed buns, when they get angry, their mouths open, they will be so terrible!

It's like a monster!

That's it, no matter what it is, can you still raise it?

Now let's think about how to get out.

Just when Wei Ci was thinking about how to get out, she suddenly felt something strange in the air, she looked in that direction, and found that a vague figure appeared in front of her, and then the figure gradually became clear, the tall old man in white, white hair, bearded eyebrows, he appeared from the void, and then calmly walked down step by step.

"Little girl, let me see your natal sword, okay?" The old man had an indifferent smile on his face and a gentle tone.

Wei Porcelain condensed for half a minute, and then summoned the glory in the dantian.

She didn't feel the old man's malice, so it didn't hurt to show him, and if she guessed correctly, should he be the deceased kendo senior, or the owner of the mellow voice before, who was able to condense his divine consciousness into a substance, how strong was he in his lifetime?

The old man held the glory in his hand, his rough hand stroked the sword body, and waved it casually, as if he couldn't feel the weight of the sword, "Good sword, little girl, you are very good!" ”

"Senior, who are you?"

The old man returned the sword to Wei Ci and smiled lightly, "I, a person who has been dead for an unknown amount of time, and it doesn't mean anything if you know." ”

Is this a rejection in disguise?

"Little girl, what's your name?"

"Wei porcelain." Wei Ci said softly.

"Hehe, Wei porcelain girl, remember to wait for your cultivation to reach the god of transformation, and then come to the sword shrine again...... Now it's time for you to go back. The old man waved his hand, and Wei Ci felt a soft force pushing him into the space, and then disappeared into the air.

After Wei Ci left, another figure appeared on the Sword Shrine Ice Field.

"Why not ask her what she saw below? Left Road. ”

Left Road!

Wei Ci will know what the name represents here.

The strongest man in the left path of the five thousand years of swordsmanship, a legendary figure.

It is rumored that he has ascended to immortality, and if the world knows that he has fallen, and his sword is still in the sword mound of Wangjian Feng, there is no doubt that it will set off a huge storm.

I don't know how many people are eager to get what Zuo Dao left behind, and they are desperate for one thing......

"Yes, Senior Zuo, why don't you ask her what kind of little beast it is."

"Yes, yes......" Multiple voices sounded, obviously the voices of the souls of those strong in the sword.

Zuo Dao raised his eyes to look at the blue and white sky, a complicated look flashed in his eyes, and he said after half a sound: "I know, we are all dead." ”

Silence: "......"

......

When Wei Ci reacted, she was already pushed out by a soft force, and the strange thing was that she did not appear outside the sword mound, but appeared on a hillside, the silver moonlight sprinkled on the ground, and there were the poignant cries of crickets everywhere, and the branches and leaves in the forest were so lush that it was dark at the moment, only the sound of the wind.

After discerning the next direction, he walked towards Wangjian Feng.

However, when Wei Ci stepped on the Wangjian Edge, a short figure appeared in the way, holding a wooden stick, pointing at Wei Ci.

Déjà vu scenes, only one is daytime and the other is night.

"Stop, where are you from! Get your name in! ”

As soon as Wei Ci heard it, he knew that it was the little ghost named Song Xin'er from the second senior brother's family.

Because of some things in the Song Yan clan, Song Xin'er was temporarily sent to Wangjianfeng by her parents, and when the matter was resolved, she would take it back.

However, I really don't know how the second senior brother usually taught her, it's weird all day long.

Now it's in her way again, it's late at night! Don't kids have to sleep?!

I think she's a ghost!

Who the hell is the person who taught her this nonsense, stand up, I promise not to kill you! Crippled at most.

Wei Ci helplessly explained: "Xin'er, it's me...... Little sister, it's not a ghost. ”

Song Xin'er pretended to be suspicious and looked at the 'ghost' in front of her who claimed to be a little junior sister, and at the same time sneered in her heart, secretly pinching and exploding a communication bead to summon people.

Hmph, Brother Fu Yu said that those who claim to be ghosts are ghosts, and they lie to me!

Song Xin'er was teased because of the last oolong, she was unhappy, and she made up her mind to find the real demon, and stayed at the feet of this Wang Jianfeng for several months, and now she finally found one!

She, she must catch the ghost and make her brother stunned!