"Tick ......"

A few bouts of blood fell to the ground, warm.

Wei Zhuang's shoulder hurt, and Yuanhong had already gone half an inch into the flesh.

The rain was heavy, the wind was cold, and in the valley where the wind was strongest, Wei Zhuang stood with his sword, and his white hair danced with the wind.

"Although Longquan has not entered the sword spectrum, it is still the world's praised famous sword in the Guigu Valley, and the shark tooth is called the demon sword, which shows that the world is full of ignorant people, who only know that they follow the waves and follow the clouds. You...... Is it to harness them, or is it to be like them? This is the dream you pursue despite a qiē? "That's a kind of arrogance that will be overwhelming, and the so-called world is just a group of ignorant ants in Wei Zhuang's eyes.

"My dreams are different from yours."

"You're pathetic. You've forgotten what you said on your first day in Ghost Valley. You're just like those people, you're some stupid piece of waste. ”

The corner of Wei Zhuang's mouth provoked a sneer, and then his wrist flipped over, only to hear the sound of "Zheng".

Longquan was cut in two by the shark's teeth, and it was immediately cut in two.

The tip of the seven-inch-long broken sword cut a graceful arc in the air, and Yan Hong looked at it with a calm mood.

It looks like it's 10 years ago.

"Second brother, I'm here."

glanced at Yan Hong lightly, with appreciation and a smile in his eyes, "You're here, is he okay?" ”

"Senior brother is fine now, but I don't understand, why don't you go and sue him yourself?" There was a deep incomprehension in the words.

"Nope! He and I are destined to have one to fall, and you are different, from the moment you were taken into the ghost valley by the master, I knew that you and we were different, I thought that my brother and I would always be opposed until the end of our lives, but your appearance gave us a chance to change. ”

"Second brother! I know, in fact, you're not—" Before he could finish speaking, he was interrupted by Wei Zhuang.

"Hehe, you don't have to say it, since you understand, why don't I understand it myself." Yes, Wei Zhuang smiled, and smiled happily.

"No matter what the future holds, the second brother will always be the second brother, and this will not change." Yan Hong also smiled, smiling sincerely, but with a hint of bitterness.

Looking at each other, Yan Hong and Wei Zhuang's minds seemed to have the same picture in their minds at the same time.

Many years ago, the three young men stood quietly on the cliff wall, looking at the flowing clouds below.

"Does the so-called strong man have to stand at the top of everyone?" The young man Yan Hong asked.

"If you don't trample people under your feet, how can he look up at you and admit that you are strong?" Young Wei Zhuang said.

"This is the only way to survive?" The young man Gai Nie frowned, and also asked Wei Zhuang.

"The law of the jungle is just the nature of all things in the world." Wei Zhuang replied calmly.

"Although we are the same family, we must fight to the death, this is also nature?" Yan Hong continued to ask.

"This is the rule of the strongest cultivator in the Ghost Valley, which has been passed down from generation to generation. Each generation is the hegemon of the world. I remember that at that time, what Yan Hong saw from the eyes of the young Wei Zhuang was endless fanaticism, a fanaticism for the power of absolute power.

"Dominate the world...... "The young man Gai Nie muttered a little bit, but Yan Hong was silent at that time.

"Isn't that why we're here?" Wei Zhuang looked at the two people who were a little silent beside him, as if to remind him of the true meaning of coming here.

"However, if we are driven by such rules, can we be considered strong?" Since then, Yan Hong has planted such doubts in his heart.

What Yan Hong experienced in his previous life was exactly what Wei Zhuang was pursuing at the moment, no relatives, no reason, no concern, just to pursue the peak of strength in this world, but as a soldier, Yan Hong at that time still had a belief in loyalty to the country and the people in his heart, but at this time Wei Zhuang seemed to have nothing in his heart, only an almost distorted attachment to force.

Yan Hong gave up Longquan, and the severed sword seemed to be in his hands as a matter of course.

The shark teeth had not yet been issued, but Wei Zhuang had already felt a chill under his neck.

Yan Hong took the severed sword and pointed it straight at his throat.

"You've gotten stronger, but there's one thing you haven't changed." Wei Zhuang looked at Yan Hong, and a hint of approval flashed in his eyes.

Yan Hong's heart was clear at the moment, looking at Wei Zhuang's eyes, he said slowly: "As a swordsman, you always care too much about the sword itself. You, defeated. ”

"Hehehe," Wei Zhuang said with a smile: "Very good, you have finally proved that you are not a waste, little junior brother, from the first day of meeting, one of us is destined to fall, come on!" ”

The broken sword cut through the flesh, and blood oozed out.

Yan Hong's hand was also cut, it was just another numbness, but in his heart, it was the real pain.

"I've always been clear that you and I have always been the same people."

Never...... Just the same person?

Yan Hong smiled, and at this moment he knew what the real opponent was like.

When the shark teeth attacked again, Yan Hong looked at Wei Zhuang, and a faint smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"What is your Achilles' heel? You are too obsessed with power, and your attachment to absolute power has gradually made you lost, and what the peak of martial arts needs is never just attachment. Second Senior Brother"

The shark tooth slashed again, but it was blocked again, and it was still the broken sword, only this time it was not the tip of the sword but the spine of the sword, and the remnant sword was still sharp!

Not only Wei Zhuang, but almost everyone present was stunned.

'Unexpectedly, he used a broken sword to subdue Wei Zhuang! In that case, he can decisively give up the sword that the swordsman regards as life, Zihong's comprehension of the sword is really ......' Gao Yanli looked at the Yiqiē in front of him and was sincerely impressed.

Looking at the man he loved in front of him, Duanmu Rong's memory gradually emerged.

In her deep and distant memory, she vaguely remembered the conversation she had with Master.

"Master, he'...... What kind of person is he? Duanmu Rong had heard about Gai Nie's past, and she was a little curious.

"I can't say clearly, I'm afraid no one can say clearly."

"It has been said that the only person who really knows him is his opponent, the moment you face his sword."

"It's a pity that when the moment comes when you face his sword, I'm afraid you'll never have a chance to speak again."

"Is he really that scary?" Duanmu Rong's eyes widened and asked.

"His sword may be really terrifying, but whether it is true or not, no one knows, and no one wants to know."

"His sword ......"

"Most people know about the legend of the sword in his hand, and as for himself, even less know."

"And what will his future look like?"

"No one can decipher that."

"Not a single one?"

"Yes."

"The life of the dragon, the star guard, you may become a witness to the future." Nian Duan sighed softly and said to Duanmu Rong.

"If no one really understands him, then he must be lonely." Duanmu Rong seemed to be a little regretful.

"The sword is originally lonely."

"I had a very strange feeling."

"What does it feel?"

"I feel as if he doesn't belong to this world, as if he's always living in another world." Duanmu Rong had never seen him, but she seemed to be familiar with him for a long time.

"Maybe."

"I still have a feeling. He lives alone in a world very different from ours, and it seems very pitiful and pitiful. ”

"It's very dangerous to feel that way."

"Why?" Duanmu Rong didn't understand.

"The sword is one of the most dangerous things in this world, and anyone who is too close to the sword will be injured and even lose his own life."

"Injured ......"

"Including himself."

"Oh, that's it...... Even so, I still have no regrets. Duanmu Rong thought about it, but in the end she said it decisively.

"No regrets? …… In this life, if you can have no regrets, it is good! Nian Duan seemed to be a little sad, with a little wrinkle between his eyebrows, "Master, what regrets do you have" Duanmu Rong asked with concern.

"Fall in love with a man who makes a living from a sword, and as a teacher, I hope that you can really have no regrets in your life."

With his hands clasped in front of his chest, in the last picture of his memory, Duanmu Rong seemed to hear the master's low murmur.

"There is no edge in the eyebrows...... Have you and I ever had no regrets in this life? ”