Qingmen got the order, and he raised his double knives again and pounced on Heyu.

In a hurry, He Yu picked up a thin bronze shield from the ground, he used the shield to prop himself up, and then retracted his body half-squatting, lifting the shield to protect the top.

When he was close at hand, Qingmen jumped up, he raised his double knives above his head, and then leaned down with force, and the deadly power burst out, cutting through this thin shield was like chopping melons and vegetables.

In an instant, the blade slammed into the surface of the shield, erasing the bright sparks.

However, the thin shield was intact, and the blow did not make much noise. It turned out that Heyu's shield was not held flat above his head, but tilted at a precise angle, and his posture was just like that of the female warrior of Yuenu Mountain back then.

Qingmen's blade slid down along the angle of the shield, and he also lost his center of gravity, and Yu seized the opportunity, kicked his leg violently, used the energy reserved by the previous half-squat, and struggled forward, with a roar, Qingmen's whole person was pushed out.

Qingmen flew out more than a dozen steps away and fell to the ground hard, he held the ground, just wanted to stand up, but spit blood, Qingmen looked down, only to see a broken sword inserted in his chest.

Only then did he realize the sharp pain in his chest, and it turned out that the fall just now happened to fall on a broken sword.

Aoto gripped the broken sword tightly with both hands, and with a loud roar, he pulled the broken sword out of his chest, blood gushing wildly, and pain swept through his body, but after a painful, the boiling fierceness quickly turned into a feeble emptiness.

Qingmen's body was like red iron quenched into ice water, the hot energy quickly dissipated, and the frost hit from the ground, instantly freezing his legs, he felt his legs and feet go weak, and his whole body fell backwards. Aoto lay flat on the ground, feeling the peace of the battlefield for the first time, where there was no sound except the cries of the wounded.

He saw He Yu walking towards him step by step, but he didn't care anymore, he had killed too many people in his life, and it was time to pay off the debt. He no longer looked at Heyu, but turned his head with all his might, trying to find Ji Zheng's figure among the corpses everywhere.

In the afterglow of the green gate, a figure was slowly walking towards this side, the figure staggered, and before taking two steps, it fell to the ground, then got up again, and continued to approach this side.

That figure is Ji Zheng, Ji Zheng picked up the Chongli sword that fell to the ground, and walked towards him step by step, and on the other side, Heyu also approached step by step.

Kazuyu burst out with his last cry, and Ji Zheng also roared, and both of them rushed towards each other with all their might, and when the two of them clashed in front of Aomon, Aoto saw the fire jumping between the blades.

Heyu's sword is hollowed, Ji Zheng's sword is no longer in order, both of them have exhausted their strength, only their minds are left to support their actions, if Heyu's idea is revenge, then what is Ji Zheng's?

Thinking about it, a smile of relief appeared on Qingmen's always cold face.

Ji Zheng swung his sword again and slashed at Heyu, and Heyu blocked with a horizontal sword, and then Ji Zheng kicked him out fiercely.

He Yu fell to the ground, and the wounds all over his body were in severe pain, and he collapsed on the ground, unable to stand up again.

Ji Zheng also knelt on the ground, he half walked and half crawled, and came to Qingmen's side. Blood was pouring out of his chest, and Qingmen trembled and raised his hand full of blood, grabbed Ji Zheng's arm tightly, and said reproachfully: "General...... Subordinate...... Poor protection...... Hope...... ...... Atonement

Ji Zheng stroked Qingmen's forehead, "No, you've been doing a good job all along." ”

Qingmen shook his head bitterly, tears gleaming from the corners of his ruthless eyes for the first time, "General...... I'm going to die...... There is one thing...... I don't want to hide it anymore...... Hope...... You forgive ......"

"Say it."

"Back then...... Miss Hanna...... When he died...... I've actually been ...... all the time I didn't rescue Miss Hana in time, I ...... The order I got was...... Be...... She's ...... dead."

Ji Zheng waved his hand, no surprise, no anger, only relief, "I know all this." It's not your fault, it's my fate, you, don't need to be forgiven. ”

"Thank you, General...... Can I serve you in this life...... It's my biggest ...... After saying this, the tears in Qingmen'......s eyes finally flowed down his cheeks, and there was no trace of regret in his gloomy eyes.

Ji Zheng put his hand on Aoto's eyes and helped him close his eyes.

After a long time, Ji Zheng slowly stood up, looked around the empty battlefield, and slowly walked towards Zhang Xun.

"Brother Xun! Did you see that? This! It's the world we're in! Even if you kill me today, the same war, and even more brutal killings, are still going on in other places that you can't see! And all I want to do is put an end to it all! Put an end to this chaotic world! ”

Zhang Xun clenched the Yan Blazing Sword and barely stood up, he pointed at Ji Zheng and shook his head: "No...... What you do simply won't create the world you want! You're just a wanton murderer! ”

"Haha! Ha ha! Come, my brother, and have no more emotions in your heart! Kill me! ”

Ji Zheng said, waved the heavy Li sword, and spared no effort to slash at Zhang Xun.

Zhang Xun also raised the blazing sword and slashed at Ji Zheng with all his might.

Between the lightning and flint, the two peerless swords slammed together, a loud bang shook the sky, the cold blade flashed, and the golden light was broken, only to see that the heavy Li sword had already cut the blazing sword from the middle.

After a slash, Ji Zheng's wrist was in great pain, although Chongli Jian was unscathed, he was powerless to control it, and could only let Chongli Jian fall to the ground.

Zhang Xun held the remnant sword in his hand, carefully rubbing the interrupted texture on it, he couldn't help laughing: "Hehe, they are you and me, you have always been like the fire on the blazing sword, you have been by my side for many years, and you also exist in my heart." And I cast the Chongli Sword, I accompany you in the battle, accompany you to seize power, and accompany you in the struggle against fate. You exist in me, and I exist in you. You are me, and I am you. Now that the flames have been broken and the flames have been extinguished, whether they kill you or not, you are dead. ”

"Hahaha, yes, I'm dead, I'm dead! Hahaha! ”

"Xiao Ji, if we can go back to the past, I hope that we have never been to Yiyang Village, and we have not cared about those messy things, how much I hope we ...... Forget it, what's the point of saying this, no matter what, I can't allow you to continue to do evil, so I'm still going to take your life......"

"Hmph, Brother Xun, you still talk too much!"

Before the words fell, Ji Zheng had already punched and came straight to Zhang Xun's door, Zhang Xun didn't have time to react, and was hit hard in the eye socket. This punch knocked Zhang Xun's left eye to the ground, and Zhang Xun was almost knocked to the ground, and the remnant sword in his hand also fell to the ground.

Ji Zheng just wanted to continue to slam in, but Zhang Xun pounced forward, knocked Ji Zheng to the ground, and then punched Ji Zheng in the face.

Ji Zheng frequently parried, and suddenly he seized the opportunity and kicked Zhang Xun in the abdomen. Zhang Xun was kicked aside, and Ji Zheng turned over again and punched hard.

Zhang Xun was beaten and his nose was blue and his face was swollen, and Ji Zheng's face was also bloody.

Ji Zheng laughed wildly while punching, "Don't you still treat me as a brother!" Why can't you be on my side! Why can't you agree with me! ”

Zhang Xun suddenly blocked the blow, and then punched back, hitting Ji Zheng's side head, Ji Zheng was stunned and fell to the side. Zhang Xun staggered up and punched Ji Zheng fiercely.

One punch and one punch.

In the end, Zhang Xun rode on Ji Zheng's body, and weakly put his fist on Ji Zheng's chest, he couldn't beat anymore, and Ji Zheng only had the sound of gasping.

The sun finally set, and there was only a dim afterglow left in the wilderness, Zhang Xun said with the last bit of strength: "That's right, I'm ...... after all Or treat you like a brother. I must kill you, but after that, I will kill myself. ”

Ji Zheng was speechless, just smiled weakly.

Zhang Xun put his hand into his arms and took out a light cyan sachet with the word "An" embroidered on it. Zhang Xun opened the sachet and took out a sachet from it, "Remember, Shuang Di embroidered a sachet for each of us, and the three of us put Master's sachet in it." When Master gave me the tips, he said to me, 'When you are about to die, you can only open it.'" I thought, now is the time. ”

Zhang Xun said, picking up the broken blazing sword from his side, he used the blade of the remnant sword to cut the stitches on the brocade bag, and then he pressed the remnant sword against Ji Zheng's neck, and said with a smile: "Master definitely never imagined that this would be the situation when I was about to die." ”

Ji Zheng shook his head and smiled: "Haha, how do you know that all this was not planned by the master?" Haha, haha! I said a long time ago, you don't know anything! Don't know anything! ”

Zhang Xun ignored it, but unfolded the bag, and when the black ink on the bag was displayed in front of him, Zhang Xun finally understood the deep meaning of the master. There was only one word on it – "the word".

Throughout the ages, all time flashed in front of Zhang Xun's eyes.

Pangu opened the world, the three emperors and five emperors in ancient times, the Xia unified tribes, Shang Tang destroyed Xia, King Wu fell, and the Zhou family declined for thousands of years.

They live in this era.

After going down the mountain for 12 years, I have experienced ups and downs, but what are these 12 years compared to a hundred years of life? It's just a passing cloud, and it will eventually turn into a dream.

Life is only a hundred years, and the emperors and generals have also turned into dust, and in the history of thousands of years, at most it is just a little pen and ink sprinkled on the book.

Zhang Xun raised his head, the sky was dark, and Chang Geng was already bright.

What is a century-old dynasty and a thousand-year-old history compared to this eternal cycle of day and night and the circulation of stars?

What's the point of all this?

Hehe, let him go.

Zhang Xun waved his hand and threw away the remnant sword in his hand, he slowly stood up and staggered into the distance.

Seven years later, the more Wu was cut down, and the city of Gusu was broken.

Wu Wangfu knew that he was unable to return to heaven, so he ordered Bo Yao to bring gold and silver treasures to the king of Yue to intercede, hoping that the king of Yue would be in the love of the year and leave the country of Wu immortal.

The king of Yue has the intention to fulfill, but Fan Li said that in the past, the will of heaven asked Wu to destroy the Yue country, but Wu did not do it, and now the will of heaven has called the Yue country to destroy the Wu country, does the king want to go against the will of heaven?

The king of Yue said yes, so he refused Bo Yao's request for peace, destroyed his temple, and destroyed the state of Wu.

King Yue planned to save Fucha's life, and allowed Fucha to return to the east of the Yongjiang River, so that he could be a small official who managed hundreds of households.

The husband was so ashamed that he felt ashamed of Wu Zixu, so he swung his sword on Gusu City and killed himself.

Then Fan Li retreated bravely, and his pseudonym was Yizipi, swimming between the seventy-two peaks. After settling in Dingtao, he became a wealthy man in business, but he was not greedy for money, and he scattered his wealth, and his descendants respected him as Tao Zhu Gong.

Ji Zheng made great contributions and became a generation of war gods, and the princes and generals were terrified when they heard his name.

Ji Zheng ordered the assassins of the Huangmo faction who came to assassinate him to be tied to the city wall of Gusu, and then ordered the burning of Gusu City, the fire reflected on Ji Zheng's face, but there was no trace of joy.

The Huangmo faction is growing stronger and stronger in the rivers and lakes, and Yu leads the Huangmo faction, continues to act chivalrous and righteous, and takes the well-being of the people as its own responsibility.

The princes were still at war with each other, and whenever there was a great war, there was a plague.

But there is a folk legend that whenever the plague breaks out, a merciful and compassionate doctor will appear in the world and save people from suffering.

More than ten years later, it was rumored that there was a master in a hidden mountain on the border of Wu and Yue, who was highly knowledgeable and taught according to his aptitude, but his ideas were incompatible with the schools in the world, so he could not study unless he was destined to do so.

Time flies, day and night, and in the blink of an eye, it is 80 years.

On this day, a child of seven or eight years old fled to a hidden mountain, where the mountains and rivers are beautiful and the weather is extraordinary. The boy was hungry when he saw a path in the mountains, and he went up the mountain path, and when he came to the top of the mountain, he saw a pavilion in the mountains.

The child was curious, and was about to go in, when he saw an old man with snow-white hair and a ruddy complexion.

The elder smiled and asked, "What are you going to do in there?" ”

The child bowed his head and said, "I want to find something to eat......

"Where are you from? Why are you here? ”

"I ...... I came from the country, my family was destroyed by the war, my relatives died, and I was the only one left......"

"Are you literate?"

The child nodded, "Know." ”

The elder smiled and wrote a word on the ground.

"I know this word, pronounce 'Tao'."

"Hmm." The elder nodded, then wrote another word on the ground.

The child looked at it a few times and said uncertainly, "This word is still 'Tao'......"

"That's right."

"But it's not the same as the one before."

The old man nodded, then wrote another word.

This time the child didn't know each other at all.

"These three words are all 'Dao' words, but the first is the writing of Weiguo, the second is the writing of Zhou, and the third is the writing of Yueguo.

"It would be nice if it could be unified into one way of writing."

"Haha, haha." The elder rubbed his beard and laughed, "That's very good! Very good! Since you and I meet today, I think it's fate, so let's be a schoolboy with me. ”

The child hurriedly thanked and knelt down, "Thank you, Master!" Thank You, Master! ”

"What's your name?"

"Wang Chan."

"Hmm."

The elder nodded, then led the children to the back mountain, pointed to a tombstone and said, "Kneel down and worship the patriarch first." ”

The child hurriedly knelt down in front of the stele, and after bowing, the child raised his head and saw that this was a tomb with a joint burial, and the inscription was engraved with a few words - "Zhang Xun and his beloved wife Frost Tu's tomb".

Black and white are in turmoil, Wu Yue fights for hegemony and continues the enmity,

The color of the mountains and rivers changes, the stars shine and the sword is closed,

Snow washes the slave shame and collects the dust, and the wind is about Xizi Chu Yunyou,

The majestic wind and rain are all in the southeast, and the wolf smoke is burning in Kyushu,

Jin Zhisheng Song Lian Seven Heroes, a song Zhuo Lu Bang Shang Zhou,

The spring color of Gusu is still there, and the tomb of the peerless beauty is empty,

Shenwu iron and blood cast heavy Li, the blazing has been passed down for more than a few autumns,

In troubled times, it has been said that the hegemony will be over.