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"When you go out of the city and go thirty miles to the southwest, you will see a large river with a canopy tied to its embankment!"

"There are all kinds of things on the boat, just disconnect the iron cable tied to the boat, let the boat swim away, and then sleep comfortably, and when you wake up, you may have seen Yan Shisan!"

When she was still in the restaurant, Murong Qiudi said this, and since she dared to say so, of course, she was 100% sure of Yan Shisan's whereabouts.

The king stood at the bow of the boat with his hands in his hands, standing with his body long, his clothes in the wind.

The canopy boat slowly docked unmanned.

In the dense forest twenty or thirty zhang away from the shore, there is a broken stone stele, and the words on the stele are mottled and illegible.

In the stele forest, there are several simple grass houses.

In the early morning, layers of mist rose from the river, and a strong wind blew and blew the mist into the forest.

There was also a layer of dense fog in the dense forest, and the boundaries were becoming more and more blurred at this moment, and those grass houses were covered by the dense fog, as if they were in another layer of space.

Wang Dong's gaze pierced through the heavy fog, piercing the space, and saw a faint spark suddenly ignite outside the grass house.

The light of the fire gradually rose, reflecting an old man sitting cross-legged on the bluestone, with a green hat, a green coat, and a head full of white hair like frost.

Such an old man in his last years, his life is like the flickering fire under his feet, and the cold wind blows. It can go off at any time. Who can recognize him as a sword back then. The invincible Yan Thirteen in the world?

Wang Dong touched his chin and groaned.

Before Yan Shisan's sword retreated, he was in the prime of life, full of spirit, and his sword aura soared into the sky, both his person and his sword were full of charm.

Until Yan Shisan rushed to Shenjian Villa and learned of Xie Xiaofeng's 'death', Xie Xiaofeng was dead. Heaven and earth are boundless, who can be an opponent?

Therefore, Yan Thirteen carved the boat and sank the sword, and since he returned to seclusion, it has been seven years.

Seven years is not a short period of time, enough for a boy to learn swords from scratch, and if he has excellent talent, he is even enough to become famous.

But it was impossible to teach Yan Thirteen to grow old so fast in seven years.

Yan Shisan's current age is only about forty-five years old, which may be wrong, but there is not much difference.

In the context of the feudal era, this age can indeed be called an advanced age. It is also appropriate to call an old man, but this is only relative to ordinary people. With Yan Shisan's superb skills, let alone forty or fifty years old, even if he is eighty years old, he can be fierce.

Yan Shisan is not Mao Yiyun, he is not ashamed of people, it is not in line with common sense to age so quickly.

Since it doesn't make sense, the inferences are easy to come out.

Yan Shisan must be doing something unreasonable and incredible.

"Extrapolating the fifteenth change, is the backlash so powerful?"

Wang Dong instantly understood Yan Shisan's physical condition, and sighed softly.

The fifteenth change of the Thirteen Swords of Death is indeed one of the 'gods' above the transcendent swords, and it has already stepped into the level of the sword of heaven and man, and even among heaven and man, this is also a subtle and rare sword.

To launch this sword, you must have a matching realm and cultivation, otherwise you will have to withstand the backlash of the sword.

Yan Shisan is not Ah Qing, he has neither Ah Qing's unique luck, nor Ah Qing's innate foundation.

The sword of the goddess of Yue is not made of her own penance, but it is actually granted by heaven, it is based on Ah Qing's lack of true qi, and she is also the top swordsman in the world, with a bamboo stick as a sword, it is enough to sweep away thousands of troops.

Ah Qing is far from breaking the boundary between heaven and man, and the reason why she can not be attacked by the sword of heaven and man is because her sword is a gift from heaven.

The sword of heaven and man, half belongs to man, half belongs to heaven!

And Yan Thirteen created the fifteenth sword, which was to forcibly plunder the half that belonged to the sky and take it for himself, how could he not be attacked by the backlash?

It wasn't until the moment he really saw Yan Thirteen that Wang Dong felt the horror of Yan Thirteen.

He has dedicated everything he has to the sword, and in order to create the fifteenth sword, he does not hesitate to use his life and even his will as fuel, just to bloom the most brilliant moment.

Even when that moment comes, it is the time of his death.

No regrets, just for a sword!

Wang Dong felt a strong sadness, Yan Shisan could have gone further, but unfortunately he was born in this world, at this moment he was suffering from backlash, and his body was almost exhausted.

The sound of footsteps disturbed Wang Dong's thoughts.

Huang Rong tidied up her clothes a little, straightened out her scattered hair, and walked to the bow of the boat with a straight face: "You...... What do you mean by that? ”

Wang Dong came back to his senses and looked at her funny.

Huang Rong was stared at by him, and finally couldn't pretend to be calm, and a look of annoyance appeared on her face: "Do you know what you did just now?" ”

"As the girl can see, I just kissed you." Wang Dong looked very calm.

"It's just—!" Huang Rong was about to cry angrily, she felt that she had to calm down, otherwise she would have to go crazy, she took a deep breath and said, "Do you know ......." ”

"You know, I like you a lot." Wang said.

Huang Rong was ashamed and anxious, and her face turned red: "But I hate you very much now!" ”

"Really? So what? Wang Dong was noncommittal.

Huang Rong closed her eyes and turned her back, neither continuing to argue, nor willing to deal with people anymore.

Wang Dong smiled slightly, and set his eyes on Yan Shisan again.

The barren mountains were lonely, Yan Shisan sat in a daze, as if he could sit on the ground, of course he could see Wang Dong and Huang Rong, but he directly regarded the two as air.

Wang Dong didn't have the idea of getting off the boat and landing on the shore, he looked at Yan Shisan for a while, and his eyes were already on the high sky, not for a moment.

Time passed, and on the river, the morning mist in the dense forest gradually dissipated, and the morning sun began to rise, sprinkling wisps of warm luster.

But there is a strange scene here, Huang Rong and Wang Dong are standing back to back in the bow of the boat, and Yan Shisan is sitting on the bluestone outside the grass house, not moving like a mountain.

Until the sunlight emitted wisps of heat, Huang Rong finally felt that her behavior was too stupid and stupid, stomped her feet hard, and retreated to the cabin alone to sulk.

As the sun approached, the sun in the sky was like a huge fireball, endlessly erupting a scorching breath.

Huang Rong quietly opened the curtain covering the cabin, but saw that Wang Dong no longer looked at the sky at this time, but looked down at the ship's board.

Of course, there was nothing to see about the ship, and he could see the shadow under his feet.

Looking at the old man outside the grass house, he didn't know when he had a small knife in his hand, and he was cutting a piece of hardwood one by one, as if he was about to sharpen it into a sword.

Huang Rong had the intention of calling Wang Dong into the cabin, but her mind suddenly turned, thinking that she was worried about what this guy was doing, and she was going to die, so she immediately closed the curtain again.

The sun rises and sets, the night comes again, and before you know it, a day has passed.

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