Guarded by three powerhouses of the Eight Realms, Ren Zhen rushed to the nameless town, all the way unimpeded.

With such a big battle, looking at the world, no one can stop this sword from being born.

The further you go, the temperature rises, and the air becomes more and more restless. The sword spirit controlled by Ren Zhen also began to tremble slightly, sensing something.

Powerful sword spirits need to be carried by the same tough sword tires, and they can be perfectly blended in order to exert their ultimate power.

At this time, Ren Zhen rushed to the outside of the Heaven and Earth Flood Furnace and waited quietly. What is still being tempered in the furnace is its match made in heaven.

In order to put the two pieces of extraterrestrial meteorite together, some people have gone through hardships, and in order to be able to refine it, some people have worked hard and burned their true power.

It's really not easy to forge this sword.

Ren Zhen leaned over and looked down with a solemn expression.

The corpses were everywhere, the blood flowed like a river, and the battlefield was extremely tragic.

Three heroes join forces, six families join forces, this sword is tempered in the battle with Confucianism, behind which condenses the blood of countless people and the sustenance of countless people.

Not only did they fight for themselves, but they also wanted to help the Sword Saint return to the top, slash through this ruthless world where Confucianism dominated and exterminated with one sword, and gave the people of the Northern Tang Dynasty a full freedom of choice.

Regardless of whether the world is unified or not, people should have the freedom to maintain their own thoughts, the freedom to persist in practicing their own will, and at least the freedom to say no to Confucianism.

The turbulent times of the Spring and Autumn Period gave birth to hundreds of schools. But who dares to reverse black and white, and say that it is the sons of the hundred schools of thought who cause the troubled times?

Born in that era of wolf smoke, it is unfortunate for civilians, and it is not a blessing for heroes with great ambitions?

There is no domineering king, no coercive decree, and the seeds of different ideas can find suitable soil, bloom everywhere, and bloom freely.

A hundred flowers are beautiful, and a hundred schools of thought contend, not only because they happen to gather in the world, but also because they live in an era of freedom.

Now, Ren Zhen accepts the gift from all the families together, and with the sword in his hand, he wants to give the world back a freedom!

How to be free?

When you are at the pinnacle, you can give people freedom only when you are free.

Staring at those heroes who died in battle, Ren Zhen didn't speak, and secretly held back a lot of strength in his heart.

Behind him, the drunkard Fu Jiangliu smacked his lips and said jokingly: "Lord Sword Saint, you have a more exciting time this time than going into Jinling alone, shouldn't you thank me for beating you to a cripple......

This voice is very harsh, even in the same camp, he does not restrain his wild posture, which is disgusting.

At the beginning, the Sword Saint broke into Jinling and attracted the four masters of the Southern Jin Dynasty, and Fu Jiangliu was one of them. The reason why he was willing to participate in the war was not for the royal family, but purely because he wanted to meet the saints of the north.

Meeting again today was an eye-opener, which made him itch again.

Ren Zhen was silent. He was a stranger to the drunkard, and he couldn't figure out some things, so he didn't dare to say anything.

Fu Jiangliu staggered forward and said with a smile: "I'm curious, how do you know my martial arts origin, and know that I have also cultivated that ......"

Before he finished speaking, Ren Zhen coughed vigorously and turned around.

"Brother drunkard, I know that you are a true hero who will do what you say, but if you lose your words after drinking in the future and accidentally leak your mouth, it will not be you who will bear the infamy of sneak attacks when the time comes?"

Fu Jiangliu's expression changed slightly, and he said seriously: "Don't work hard to remind, although Fu Mou is very arrogant, there is still a little bit of proportion." The wine sword has been returned, and as for the lonely sword, there is no need to give it to me. ”

"Oh?" Ren Zhen was surprised: "Why is this? ”

Fu Jiangliu walked to the side slowly, and said quietly: "The old man is full of energy, and it is embarrassing. If you weren't the heir of his sword, how would I come to your aid? ”

Ren Zhen was slightly cold, and Yang Xuanji's face also showed melancholy.

Fu Jiangliu's words changed sharply, "I was thinking about pondering that sword and dispelling the regret of being defeated by him back then." Just now, I saw you fighting with Pei Lin with a sword, and it seems that your attainments are higher than when you were in Jinling. That's fine, when you return to the top, I'll take you off again and have a good fight! ”

When Ren Zhen heard this, he was shocked, "Jian Yi is lonely, it is my father's mastery, listening to his words, it is almost the same as I guessed, it is the old enemy of the year." With this bearing alone, it is far better than Xiao Tie Umbrella. ”

Xiao Tieyu was defeated by Gu Jiantang, so he plotted to assassinate him, took revenge by any means, and was extremely narrow-minded.

Fu Jiangliu is diametrically opposed, judging by his words and deeds, he should have been defeated by Ren Tianxing, but he has no intention of holding grudges, but is willing to wait until the opponent's heirs become stronger, and then fight happily.

These two people are in the top ten together, in comparison, one is a real villain, the other is a true gentleman, and the difference in mind is really nothing less than the abyss.

Ren Zhen nodded, and said in Gu Jiantang's tone: "I will be in Chang'an on the other day, prepare an aged home brew, and wait for the wine apprentice brother to fight!" ”

When Fu Jiangliu heard this, he laughed chicly, and there was no drunkness at this time.

"Li Mubai is too boring, Old Man Yang is too weird, and other people are even more unpopular, looking at the Northern Tang Rivers and Lakes, there is probably only the Sword Saint, who can be regarded as a hero who values love and righteousness!"

Seeing Li Mubai coming in the air, he didn't want to stay any longer, and arched his hand and said: "The mountains are high and the rivers are far away, let's meet again in the rivers and lakes!" ”

With that, he walked away, leaving a trail of laughter in the void.

Old man Yang raised his head, looked at the distant figure of the drunkard, froze for a moment, and suddenly said to Ren Zhen: "The drunkard is worthy of trust, but he can't be bullied. ”

Ren Zhen thought for a moment and said meaningfully: "The first two sentences of your poem have probably come true. As for the last two sentences, what will be the situation when the blind wine is sprinkled on the Buddha's mouth......"

Old man Yang's face sank, and he said, "Your shortcoming is that you are too anxious. Reaching the Five Realms in one breath is not necessarily a good thing. Eat the rice one bite at a time, but take your time and take your time! ”

Ren Zhen nodded and said with a wry smile: "Yes, I am indeed a little anxious." This is also something that can't be helped, do you want me to use the Three Realms Cultivation to break into the capital? ”

When Old Man Yang heard this, he sighed, his face was simple and vicissitudes, "I still say that ......"

Ren Zhen turned straight and faced Li Mubai, unwilling to listen to his persuasion.

Hidden in the rivers and lakes? There was no turning back from the bow, it was never his way.

Li Mubai rushed over, looked at the sword spirit in Ren Zhen's palm, and exclaimed: "What a peerless sword!" ”

After losing his mind for a moment, he suddenly remembered and handed over the ground slaughter in his hand, "The sword belongs to its original owner." This sword is not for me, you must help me get my ink eyebrows back! ”

Ren Zhen nodded, freed his right hand, and was about to take the land to kill, when Old Man Yang snatched it away.

"The drunkard's reward is a pot of wine among the flowers, the giant's is Momei, Sui Dongshan's is Zhenwu, and I should also get a sword!"

Ren Zhen was speechless.

You are a blind man, and you don't cultivate swords, what kind of fun are you making around!

He was just about to speak, but Old Man Yang didn't intend to give him room for discussion, put the sword into the banner pretending to be a ghost, and asked again: "What is the name of your natal sword?" ”

Ren Zhen became more and more speechless.

That's my father's sword! If you say you don't give it, you won't give it, what else can I do!

He smiled bitterly and said helplessly: "This sword is called Liuhe." ”