It turned out that the desert sword emperor who had been dead for many years came silently to ask for his life, and when the scars of the wind that cowered led to death, he saw a poem coming, very domineering!

"Hold your head high and be far away, roaring in the wind; The opponent can discuss the sword, and the height is not cold! "It turned out to be a white-clothed wind scar striding from a distance, one step at a time, one word at a time, one word at a sword! The sharp sword qi tore through everything, and the space shattered little by little like a mirror and a hammer. , one by one, they were cut away.

The beginning of Hongmeng, the emergence of Vientiane, after a glance, I am still me. The Scars of the Wind are still the Scars of the Wind, but the Scars of the Wind are not limited to the Demon Flow Sword. When everything calms down, the eyes of the wind scars that close their eyes emit ten thousand rays of light. "It's time to wake up from the dream, you, stay!"

The desert is still the same desert, but the sand in the mysterious man's shoes has gradually stopped flowing, and the peerless swordsman in front of him has become two.

"Hahahaha, the Demon Flow Sword, the Trace of the Wind, is worthy of being the strongest swordsman in the Demon Realm, and he actually walked into my illusion and killed the demons in his heart, and the most rare thing is that he can get out by himself. I'm interested in the world again. Rampant laughter, raging joy, the mysterious man's tattered clothes flashed, accompanied by the gradual appearance of a sharp cane, revealing the identity of this man, who was actually the master of the dead country who had disappeared since the farewell of the heavenly capital, the god of death!

"Report your name, and the Demon Flow Sword/Wind Trace Sword will not kill the nameless ghost." Speaking in unison, the two people standing side by side held a sword, and the other pointed at the same time, and the soaring killing intent was wrapped in the wind and sand, and rushed straight out of the clouds.

"Death!"

"Arrogance!"

"Not for arrogance, but for modesty."

"For today's sake, the Demon Flow Sword/Wind Trace will spare your life." The voice was still double, but the voice of the Demon Flow Sword gradually became smaller, and the black shadow gradually dissipated, blending into the white unruly figure with the wind.

"If you can do this thing that I can't do with me, I can't ask for it." is no longer the previous game life, touching death, the Grim Reaper has become more and more serious.

"Oh? Listening to your words, it seems that you have a very complicated ability? ”

"Your Excellency? You? It seems that the Traces of the Wind are still the Marks of the Wind, but the Demon Flow Sword no longer represents the Marks of the Wind. That's right, I can do anything. Say, you, what do you want? ”

"Hahaha, it's a big joke in the world, can Your Excellency still resurrect the Desert Sword Emperor and fight with me? If there is no human affection, you are already a ghost under the sword of the wind trace. ”

"It's not impossible, isn't it?" A spine-shaped stone pillar grew from the ground, and the Grim Reaper leaned against it, as if to say another trivial matter.

"What did you say?"

"Whether it is the resurrection of the Desert Sword Emperor, or a higher martial arts cultivation, or a hearty battle, or even becoming the number one in the world, as long as a little price, you can get the smooth implementation of your dreams, as long as a small price, for example, the sword in your hand."

"Then I'll lose myself."

"And your right hand?"

"Then my left hand will not be able to wield a sword."

"That ......"

"Say no more, Your Excellency, Wind Scar and ask you what would have happened if Wind Scar hadn't come out of the illusion just now, or before the sand drained."

"Ah, you can see this? Everything is true, everything is false. With his scythe in both hands, the Grim Reaper sighed slightly as he moved forward, but it seemed as if he had come to a place close at hand to the Scar of the Wind, whispering in the Scar of the Wind's ear.

"The scars of the wind will be repaid for their kindness, but the sword is the sword of the scars of the wind, and the hand is the hand of the scars of the wind, Your Excellency, please."

"It's really interesting, it seems that the scar of the wind is not equal to the magic sword, if the scar of the wind comes out to stop me when the scar wants to kill me, then does it count as the scar of the wind to pay off the favor?"

"A swordsman doesn't joke with his dignity."

"Then, I want you to pay it back now, play a game with me."

"I want to hear about it." Although reason reminds the Scar of the Wind that this is inappropriate, the swordsman's pride is always as sharp as the sword.

"It's very simple, a bet, your bet is your life, and my bet is a kendo boost. At this point, it's up to you to judge. The Grim Reaper had a proud confidence on his face that was not inferior to the Scars of the Wind, as if he was sure that the Scars of the Winds would agree.

Sure enough, "The Traces of the Wind answered." Let's tell us more about it. "Without a trace of groaning, the Traces of the Wind agreed to this gamble, and only the extreme sword can be extremely Dao." This guy who claims to be the god of death, every sentence is a heart-wrenching statement, if he hesitates to answer a little, most of them will hesitate about life and swordsmanship, and may even delay his life. ’

"Then, the Desert Sword Emperor has a child, I think you have seen it, I want you to raise him personally, and let him surpass his father, inherit his father's identity, and finally have a fair duel with you, what do you think."

"Fair bet, interesting offer, but as simple as that?"

"No, of course not, this child is born with a disease, and there is no cure for the medicine. So,"

"The price of saving him from illness is met by the traces of the wind."

"Hahahaha, so bold, don't you ask what the price is?"

"Wind Scar, I believe Your Excellency is not a boring person."

"I'm delusional, listen, Traces of the Wind, he will be your adopted son, and you will grieve day and night for the killing of this child, and every time he kills someone, a drop of blood will flow from your heart until his death or your end. You and I will ask you one last time, Wind Marks, are you in the game? ”

"Long-winded."

The sky is already a little red, and the night is covered with a veil, inviting a full moon to dance together. However, no matter how dark the dome was, it could not be as dark as this magical power in front of the Wind Scar, as if the mortal enemy of all light, slowly penetrated his heart, and flew back to the Desert Palace with his sword qi and words.

"Death, I'll ask you one last question." Looking at the man who blended in with the night, the Scar of the Wind finally admitted his ability.

"I know what you're trying to say, he's alive and well now, because the game that the Grim Reaper wants to play, no one can destroy." With the sound of the wind, the figure of the Grim Reaper gradually dissipated, leaving only a murmur, looming: I am the Grim Reaper, coming to the world, not killing, nor redemption, I just want to complete my own game!. But the game of the Grim Reaper is approaching step by step.

Turn around, take a step, absorb the perception from the illusion of death, the traces of the wind shake off a body of yellow sand, look up at the starry sky, it is said that a star will rise in the sky after death, the Desert Sword Emperor, which one is you? Fight me again? Bow his head and head to the Desert Palace again, where he will go to meet his adopted son, his son of the heart that death has sent to him. However, he is his father's killer, and this world is really like chess, unpredictable.