Since the collapse of the Organ City, the Mo resistance has been almost completely eliminated. The Qin Empire returned to the dream of peace and prosperity.

Qin Shi Huang in the Xianyang Palace used countless laborers to build the Great Wall, while carrying out some more secret plans.

This project is nearing completion, and the construction of the giant ship "Mirage" completed with the assistance of the Yin-Yang family has been completed. Its magnificent and exquisite posture emerges on the other side of the sea horizon, like a fairy mountain on the sea that everyone dreams of.

In order to solve these mysteries, various factions slowly converged on this calm seaside town.

Hundreds of schools of thought contend, the way of immortality, the supreme hegemony is all gathered here.

The sky and the earth are lonely, and the wind is thundering.

Under the twilight of the setting sun, the wind blew through the young swordsman's bun, but the three-foot sword did not move, bursting with a piercing chill. And there was also an old man in a strong suit opposite him, and the same way of holding the sword was as if he was a person before and after.

The young swordsman's gloomy eyes made it impossible to see what he was thinking, but the old man closed his eyes, his body as motionless as his sword.

"Why?"

"You know why."

"Yes, I know, so you won't let me go no matter what." The old man bowed slightly, and his tone was melancholy, "This is the end of the road." ”

The strong wind blew through the reeds next to him, and also blew away a drop of sweat on the young swordsman's forehead, but at this time, the old man suddenly opened his eyes. Because a cold light came in front of him in an instant, and the silent sword qi cut out the reed fragments flying in the air into two worlds. One is black and the other is white.

The wind is full of thunder and thunder.

At the same time, in Songhai City, a hundred miles away, Wei Zhuang pulled out the shark teeth of his former best friend, and the orange sword light reconnected the unfinished grievances between the two.

The sword light was instantaneous, and the figure was also instantaneous, it seemed to be thousands of miles away before, but the next second it was already in front of him.

In this battle, the sword light seems to be almost past the time, and before the sweat falls on the ground, the victory and defeat are divided into superiority, and this superiority is the boundary between death and life.

"This day and age does not give you a choice."

The two men maintained the same posture, and after the old man spoke, he also let out the last of his strength and fell to one knee on the ground.

He was too weak, weak at all.

"I understand." The young man said coldly, then withdrew the sword from its scabbard.

At this time, the drop of sweat fell to the ground, splashing seven or eight finer droplets. The scattered reeds were blown into the sky by the strong wind, drifting towards the remnant sun in the depths.

"We have no grudges, only winners and losers; The winner lives, and the loser dies. ”

The young swordsman walked towards the distant sunset, and the old man in the strong suit held on to the last breath of depression and refused to dissipate, his black and white eyes looked at his ancient sword, it was once accompanied by his own fame in the world, the top of Mount Tai on the sword to cover Nie, the force of Jing Ke, and now there is no original clear sound.

Jing Ke is dead, Gai Nie is no longer the name of the Sword Saint, his own era has dissipated, and there is no room for his own people of the old era in the new heaven.

The famous sword has a new owner, and the same is true of heaven and earth.

But looking at the face reflected in the cold light of Gan Sheng, what was revealed was unwillingness.

I thought I had let go, I was open-minded, and I was willing to return to dust, but when I was really dying, I still let out an unwilling roar.

"Then why did you stop before?"

A pair of black and white shoes came into his eyes, and the owner of the shoes asked softly.

"Probably...... I saw myself. The old man replied with a snort.

Indeed, looking at the unscrupulous young man who was doing anything for the sword, for honor, and for strength, a certain piece of his heart was indeed touched.

The young swordsman turned around in an instant, and the figure that was originally about to go away suddenly stimulated a surging sword intent as if facing a great enemy.

Who's this? Is it a ghost lurking here early or a terrifying master? In front of him, he didn't even have the slightest perception, and he couldn't even detect the existence of this person!

"Are you going to meddle in the net?" The young swordsman held the hilt of his sword and said coldly.

But the young man on the other side didn't answer him, but looked himself up and down with interest, and happily bowed his head, "Long Xiu, Long Ji's brother, the setting of this world is very forcible, and the two who are obviously unrelated have become brothers because of the same surname?" ”

Long Xiu clenched the sword in his hand, this attitude of not taking himself in his eyes did not anger him in the slightest, but his gaze became deeper and darker as he looked at the young man in front of him.

The net is pervasive. The most intolerable thing in Luo Wang is the loser, he looked at the young man opposite and ignored himself, lowered his body and looked at the old man who was about to die, his eyes were cold.

The whole body is flawed, and it only takes three seconds to kill him ten times, but the young man does not dare to act rashly.

I have lived until now, and what I am most proud of is not the sword in my hand, but this ethereal perception, but there is nothing on the other side of my perception, if you explore deeply, you will find that it is a black hole-like thing, a deep and bottomless valley, as if it goes straight to another world.

A colorful tiger-striped butterfly flew over the ancient sword, and in the old man's field of vision, the young man crouched down and held his hand.

"Would you like to be my sword?"

It seems to be no different from a net, but it seems to be fundamentally different.

"Can I still hold a sword like this?" The old man asked rhetorically.

He knew the injuries on his body, countless subtle dark wounds, and the sword qi from the top masters of the net remained in his body, constantly aging and not as good as his previous body, and then the sword of the young swordsman was the last straw that overwhelmed him, even if Hua Tuo, the master of the medical family, was alive, I am afraid that there was nothing he could do.

"Yes." The young man's simple answer seemed to be just an inconsequential little thing.

"Can you?" The old man cried out, he knew that the life that was constantly being lost in his body might die in the next second, but he did not respond immediately, but recalled his life.

In the prime of life, he was known as the Sword Demon, and his three-handed swordsmanship was famous all over the world, and there was no one who could match it.

One year, I heard the names of Gai Nie and Jing Ke, and they all knew that the other party was a master of making swords, so the three of them met at the top of Mount Tai to discuss swords. I fought with them for three days and three nights, and in the end, I was slightly better than Jing Ke but not as good as Gai Nie.

Later, later, because of his own sword, because of himself, and because he was in the rivers and lakes but tried to retreat, after all, he still led to that terrible existence.

The old man was angry, but he still asked the last sentence.

"Behind me is a net, are you afraid?"

"It doesn't matter whether I'm afraid or not, now I'm going to have to separate from it sooner or later."

The old man nodded, this kind of bland and a little less domineering words made him smile for the first time in recent years. Then he gripped the ancient sword and lowered his head.

"Sword Demon Lu Goujian, I am willing to go to the soup and fire for you and kill all enemies."