"The myth of Ximen Feng says that we have no grudges in the past and no enemies in the near future, I really can't figure out why you have to fight with me to the death," Yeqingcheng said solemnly,

"I just want to use this sword in my hand to take the head of your neck to pay tribute to the one hundred and eighty family souls who died tragically in your hands," Ximen Fengshen raised his head, revealing boundless killing intent in his eyes.

"Haha, since you are looking for death, I don't mind giving you a ride, the people you said are looking for death, I have not one thousand but eight hundred souls in my hands,"

Suddenly, the amorous sword in the hand of the Ximen Fengshen made a whining sound, and in an instant, it appeared in front of Yeqingcheng and stabbed directly at the door.

And Ye Qingcheng, who saw the movements of Ximen Fengshen, was also shocked in his heart, and the night sword that had been famous for a long time appeared in his hand in a flash, he didn't expect Ximen Fengshen to be so fast, and he actually found the weakest place in his defense at a glance. Facing the fatal blow of Ximen Fengshen, the night sword in his hand blocked in front of him like lightning. Ximen Fengshen quickly made a judgment, and the body of the amorous sword in his hand suddenly conjured up countless white sword shadows enveloping the surroundings of Yeqing City, and tens of thousands of white sword shadows roared through Yeqing City.

“... Yeqingcheng shouted, the night sword in his hand was not in a hurry, but slashed at the sword shadow without any fancy fancy, as if after a long time, only a loud bang was heard, and in the middle of the sword shadow, countless golden wind blades thick with arms appeared out of thin air. The roar continues, and the surrounding cliffs and rocks continue to fall off, which is shocking. After a few breaths, the clouds and mist slowly faded, revealing a human figure, Ximen Fengshen's face was very pale, a trace of bright red blood at the corner of his mouth lowered his jaw, and Yeqingcheng's face only had a faint blush left by the battle.

"Ha, ha, ha... Ximen Fengshen, if I guessed correctly, your internal organs have been shattered by me now, even if you can leave a life, there is not much cultivation in one body," a smile appeared on the corner of Ye Qingcheng's mouth. Looking at Yeqingcheng's smug gaze, Ximen Fengshen's face didn't change much, "Who said it clearly until the end," Yeqingcheng showed a smile again, "It's the end of death, and your mouth is hard"

I saw Ximen Fengshen say "return to one" in his mouth, and the sword shadows that had been silent around him became active again, turning into a small gold and silver sword, penetrating the heart in the incredible gaze of Yeqing City.

"How is it possible, I have already shattered your internal organs, how... You still have the strength to spare" After speaking, he fell to the ground with an unwilling, incredible look. "Ahem, ahem... I can't even say that no one knows what the ending will be in the end" Ximen Fengshen said on his knees, and after speaking, he got up and walked slowly down the mountain, but his back looked so desolate. So far, the sword god of the Gama Empire has fallen, and the world has not heard any news of the Ximen Fengshen after this war, and the world legend has it that the Ximen Fengshen and Yeqingcheng have broken their internal organs in the first battle, and died in the Emperor Sword Gorge, and some people say that the Ximen Fengshen has broken his wish and returned to the hidden mountains and forests.

After the old man finished speaking, he squinted his eyes and looked at the children around him, the children had not yet come to their senses, including Night Star and Xiao Yue, Night Star had been fantasizing about the scene of the battle just now for a long time, thinking that one day he would stand at the top of the empire like this, how happy he would be.

"Okay, that's all for today's story, it's not too early, let's all go home, some of you in the province will be beaten again." After the old man finished speaking, a voice came from the street. "Chubby, hurry home, your mother is coming to you with peach sticks" It was the slum woodcutter who spoke. As soon as the words fell, a fat child sitting not far from the night star stood up at once, turned back to this side as he ran, and said, "Tomorrow, I'll come again", and after speaking, he had already run to the corner of the street and disappeared in a blink of an eye. Everyone laughed and went home in twos and threes. There are 500 large and small slum residents, all of whom settled here in my grandfather's generation, so everyone has known each other since childhood.