Looking back on his life over the past few hundred years, the sword master has a feeling of floating like a dream.

A hundred years of time is like a moment.

The sword master's heart was at peace with regard to the fact that he was about to face death completely, perhaps because he had been waiting for this moment tonight for too long.

Moreover, when he found the sword that slashed the sky a hundred years ago and decided to awaken it with his own sword, the decision to leave had already been made.

I still remember my young self before, very timid and cowardly, I love to cry, I am extremely afraid of death, and when I encounter something a little dangerous, I will only hide behind my brother's back.

It's not because he wants to put his brother in danger, but just because, in the heart of the young sword master at the time, his brother is an omnipotent hero.

This thought lasted until the tragedy of the Blood Moon that night.

He had ...... in his mind The great hero who is omnipotent from heaven to earth has fallen.

There was no one to lean on and hide behind him in times of danger.

Therefore, he decided not to hide behind anyone anymore and decided to become a man who stood up to the sky, just like his elder brother......

The sword master was not at all afraid of death itself.

Because death is not a complete separation, I will always be by my brother's side in another attitude, becoming the sharpest sword in my brother's hand, cutting through thorns and thorns for him, and silently guarding him.

Even if...... At that time, I couldn't say anything, I couldn't hear any sound, I couldn't see any pictures, and I couldn't lose any consciousness......

However, as long as you know that it will be forever and ever, it is good to stay with your brother forever.

Not long ago, more than a month after returning from exile, Ning Ye, who had just woken up from a coma, had found the sword master and asked him why there were so many beings in the world, but he was so good to himself alone.

And the sword master at that time, because he knew what his physical condition was now, didn't want Ning Ye to worry too much, so he didn't talk about the brotherhood between the two, but only replied to Ning Ye that he was a special existence for him.

Later, Ning Ye asked about the question of the sword master who had been raised with his sword by the Outer Heavenly Venerable that day, and asked if he would die.

The sword master at that time did not answer this question directly, but simply said:

"I won't leave you. I will be by your side, forever and ever. ”

The voice of this sentence was very soft and light, but the tone was extremely firm, like an indestructible sword that cut through thorns and thorns.

This is the decision of the sword master!

"Mom, why are you crying? And the uncle of the sword master, why did he point the wooden sword at his father, could it be that they were playing some special game? ”

The only one in the field who is still calm is probably the little pity who is still confused about the situation.

Xiao Lian felt very puzzled, why her parents, and the sword master's uncle were so strange tonight, crying at every turn.

After incorporating all the world's famous swords in his body, the sky-high sword intent that was originally on the sword master's body was gradually shrinking and gradually condensing.

In the end, he couldn't even feel the slightest sword intent, and he was completely restrained, like a spring breeze.

As the saying goes, the layman looks at the liveliness, and the insiders look at the doorway.

Many onlookers in the distance thought that the sword master who was going to hold back a big move had now withered directly, and they were talking to each other.

There is even a brain circuit that is different from other monks, a very business-minded practitioner who directly sells melon seeds, sodas, small benches and other objects on the spot, which can be said to be a wave of fortune.

Unlike these ordinary monks, the big figures who had reached a certain level of cultivation such as the Moon Appreciation Dragon Liuxi had a serious and solemn expression when they sensed that the sword intent around the sword master was all restrained in their bodies, and at this time they looked like they were all ordinary sword masters.

They knew that this was the sword master who poured everything he had into that sword without reservation.

The sword master's body began to become illusory at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"Little Pity, Uncle Sword Master is leaving...... Finally, let's say goodbye to my uncle. ”

Long Aojiao hugged her daughter tightly, she clearly understood what this meant, so she choked up and said to her daughter.

As a sister-in-law, she knows very well that as the sword master of her brother-in-law, because she misses and likes her brother too much, she loves everything related to Ning Ye.

Or to be more precise, only everything related to Ning Ye can make him care.

And Xiao Lian, for the sword master, is the most precious rare treasure in this world.

"Uncle Sword Master, are you going back to that mountain? Don't worry, Xiao Lian and Dad will often bring delicious food to the mountains to visit you! ”

Xiao Lian thought that Uncle Sword Master was going back to the mountain called Sword Peak again, and she had even thought about the rest of the matter.

As soon as I have time, I will take good food to the mountain to visit the sword master's uncle, after all, there is nothing else to eat in that mountain except for the mountain full of swords, and the sword master's uncle must be super boring and gluttonous to stay alone in that kind of place.

Mmmm, so happily decided!

Hearing Xiao Lian's goodbye voice, the sword master looked at her, and then the corners of his mouth showed a hint of warmth.

Then, as his body gradually faded, the first sword in the world raised in his hand finally fell towards Ning Ye, and he slashed out the sword that had done everything to cut the sky!

This sword was not accompanied by any earth-shaking visions of heaven and earth, the sun and the moon, nor did it have any sharp sword qi that stirred the wind and clouds.

On the contrary, the sword seemed incomparably calm, as calm as if nothing had happened, just a sword that slashed into the air.

The monks who were watching from a distance only saw the sword master slash out a sword, but they didn't see any sword qi or feel any sword intent.

Everyone talked about it, and they all felt that their IQ had been insulted.

There was such a big movement just now, and ten thousand swords entered the body, how could it be that in the end, it was so thunderous and rainy? Even if it is any sword cultivator in the field, he can slash out the sword qi and sword intent that is ten million times better than this sword!

Isn't this a pitfall!

As the saying goes, when the forest is big, there are all kinds of birds, and naturally there are people who are careful and thoughtful, and they notice the unusualness of this sword.

can not exude the slightest sword intent, or it is the trick itself is an embroidered pillow that does not have any dry goods in it, but this situation is completely impossible for the sword master to happen.

So it can only be another possibility.

This sword is so powerful that it is beyond everyone's understanding and perception, so they can't see or feel anything.

"Click!"

A deafening crisp cracking sound came from Ning Ye's body, and it also came from above the sky.

Many of the onlookers were momentarily unaware of the sudden sound, and were half frightened to death.

As the leader of the Dao Alliance, Chao Yueyue, hearing this cracking sound, knew that everything had settled, turned around and left, preparing to find the Dao Alliance Dao Heaven senior who was very immodest thousands of years ago, that is, Chu Ran.

The main fear is that if I watch the play too late here, the reincarnation of this unserious Daotian predecessor will be killed by some people.

And Ning Ye's eyes, after this shattering sound, the phantom of the birth and death of all things and the circulation of stars gradually disappeared, and the clarity that ordinary people should have regained is restored.

"Little Separation ......"

Looking at the sword master in front of him, whose body was gradually transparent, as if he was about to disperse with the wind, Ning Ye softly called the sword master's nickname.

Just like when he called his brother countless times.