"You just said that, but really?" At the moment when Nameless didn't get a response and turned around, a cold and cold, like a Nine Heavens Fairy, came into Nameless's ears.

"Senior Sister ······" After many years, the voice in my memory and the figure appeared in front of me again.

The indifferent state of mind that Nameless had practiced for many years couldn't help but ripple.

Especially when I saw Lian Feiyan's green silk like winter snow, I couldn't help but feel an indescribable shock.

In the nameless heart, even after so many years, the little junior sister is still as beautiful as she was back then.

After many years, now I see my junior sister with my own eyes, especially the long hair like flying snow, in my nameless heart, it is really difficult to accept it for a while.

"Superfluous words, no need to say more. You just said that, but really? Lian Feiyan's eyes did not contain any emotion, and he glanced at Nameless indifferently.

It seems that this senior brother who used to be the closest in the Sword Sect is just a stranger who has never known each other.

With such an indifferent look, Nameless couldn't help but be indifferent for a while.

If it weren't for Wei Wuji's categorical decision, and this familiar face.

Nameless is unlikely to believe that the person in front of him is his former junior sister.

Nameless is nameless after all, and the gloom in his heart was pressed down in an instant, and he talked to his sister about business.

The things of the past have become the past, and there is no going back.

No amount of memories, no amount of remembrance, is useless.

It is impossible for him to like his sister with the love of men and women.

It was not possible in the past, and it is even more impossible now.

His love between men and women has long been buried deep in the loess with his deceased wife.

"Senior sister's cultivation is no worse than mine, why don't you feel it yourself." After the Sword Sect's sword duel back then, he noticed that his junior sister was releasing water, and he asked his junior sister to show her real strength and fight him seriously.

It was a serious battle, although in the end it was won without a name.

But Nameless also understands in his heart that he is not winning in cultivation, but in his natural advantage as a man.

Women are naturally weak, even after practice, the growth endurance of the body bones will surpass that of many men.

But there is a premise, and that is to cultivate consistency.

In the same state and under the same cultivation, men and women compete with each other, and in terms of their physical strength, men undoubtedly take advantage.

In the competition back then, Lian Feiyan lost in the hands of the nameless because of his own physical exhaustion.

"What an amazing power! Sure enough, it's the Sword Sect's mastery! Listening to the nameless words, Lian Feiyan immediately closed her eyes, and a power that faintly frightened her appeared in her perception.

"Senior Sister ······" Nameless wants to speak and stops.

Back then, my sister's martial arts were not weaker than myself.

After many years, my sister's martial arts are still not weaker than herself.

At such a time of calamity and hardship in Shenzhou, the weight of a master is still very clear.

The attitude of the junior sister made the nameless words a little pressed between her lips and teeth.

"From the moment I stepped out of the mountain gate, I had nothing to do with the Sword Sect." Listening to the nameless name of himself, Lian Feiyan's eyes seemed to be indifferent and cold for thousands of years, flashing a moment of fluctuation.

Sword Sect, a vocabulary concept that is familiar in the unfamiliar, infinitely far away, and infinitely close, appeared in Lian Feiyan's mind.

In the history of the Sword Sect, there are very few female disciples with the most outstanding talents.

Except for the elders of the sect, Nameless can be said to be the only one who has an extremely good relationship with her.

Back then, she was just a little girl with a budding spring heart.

In daily interactions, unconsciously, a heart has hung on Nameless.

The color of memory in his eyes was blocked by a trace of extremely sharp coldness.

Forget it, those are already in the past.

What do you still forget?

Although I told myself like this in my heart, the memories in my mind were as clear as if everything happened yesterday.

"But I have always lived on this land, and it is my bounden duty to maintain the stability of China." Lian Feiyan didn't know what he was thinking.

If she came to see her today, it was not a nameless, but another man.

Perhaps not so.

Maybe it's impossible to see her at all.

She hated this man to the core.

Didn't you love this man to the bones and remember it in your bones.

All in all, after all these years, she has never forgotten this man for a moment.

The dragon roared and the tiger roared, and Emperor Shakti was beaten by the domineering power, and his body staggered, and he retreated.

"You punched me ten times, four legs, and three finger marks." From a relative distance, even if the ice sculpture mask on his face is covered, he can still clearly feel that under that mask, it belongs to the trembling of the owner's real face.

This time it's not just anger, maybe there's also unbearable pain.

Immortality does not mean that there is no feeling and no pain.

Especially the punch of this little bastard, the force was particularly heavy, and he smashed into his body.

The damage inflicted on him was worse than a mountain pressing on his body.

"Didn't I still beat you to death?" It doesn't matter if you punch it or ten punches, if you don't kill this old thing, it's nothing.

Those fists, palm prints, certainly gave Shakti great pain.

But with the phoenix blood to protect the body, and the Emperor Shakti, who is proficient in the Sacred Heart Technique, this is an injury, but it is just two more times of exercise, and it can heal itself and recover as before.

And there is no need to talk about phoenix blood, as far as its martial arts sacred heart is concerned.

Exerting one's own strength, reversing the lives of others, and bringing the dead back to life is only the most superficial effect.

No matter what kind of martial arts in this world, the effect on oneself is far beyond the external effect.

As long as you have the power of the Sacred Heart in your body, as long as you don't exceed your own tolerance limit too much.

The average injury is enough to heal as you like.

"In the early years, I realized the four seasons, and I realized a set of four seasons swordsmanship, and today please taste it." The collision of fists and feet can bring great pain and injury to Emperor Shakti, but it can't hurt him after all.

After tossing for so long, although it is a good thing to move your muscles without scruples, you still need to draw your sword in the end.

In other words, this old monster, the martial arts he displayed under full firepower, he is indeed qualified, and he let himself draw his sword.

"I know that the sword of defeat is in your hands." Emperor Shakti stared at Wei Wuji.

If this rabbit cub really used the sword of defeat on him.

Is he going to continue to fight? Or give up Long Yuan and run away?

Although without Long Yuan, the power of phoenix blood can only support his immortality, but it cannot delay aging.

But it's much better to live than to die here.

"Against you, you don't need the sword of defeat." Wei Wuji snorted, and without waiting for Emperor Shakti to get angry because of this bright contempt, he took a shot casually, and the heroic sword in Jian Chen's hand broke out of his control and fell into Wei Wuji's hands.

The Sword of Defeat, with half of the world's four great strange stones Black Han as the carrier, smelts the endless and ferocious qi of defeat.

This sword is so murderous and ferocious that it is rare in the world.

In the words of the Juggernaut, it is a sword that was born to kill.

The birth of this sword brought nothing but killing and death to the world.

Such a sword, in Wei Wuji's heart, is still inferior to a heroic sword.

In the hands of Nameless, he can fight against the real peerless divine soldier, the ruthless sword, and win the battle.

The ability of the hero sword really doesn't need to be introduced in too many words.

Even in Wei Wuji's hands, this heroic sword may not be able to exert 100% of its skill.

But it is also much stronger than when it was in Jian Chen's hands.

No matter how strong the divine weapon is, it will eventually need to be controlled by people.

A sword swings out, spring willows, summer dawn, autumn wind, winter cold, heavy folding.

The endless vision, fused into a slender sword light, towards the emperor.

"What a four-season swordsmanship!" Emperor Shakti under the ice sculpture mask has a solemn expression.

This sword draws out the qi of the four seasons, the birth of spring, the prosperity of summer, the withering of autumn, and the death of winter.

His own aura was involuntarily affected by the essence of this sword.

If you call someone else, your own qi will have long since completely died out with the influence of this sword.

A little surprised by the essence of Wei Wuji's Four Seasons Sword Technique, in terms of actual damage, Emperor Shakti didn't care.

"This level of attack really won't do you much harm." Wei Wuji is self-aware.

Such a sword is enough to deal with an average master.

It's not enough to deal with an old monster like Shakti.

Wei Wuji still showed it.

It's not that the donkey is poor in skills and has no way to deal with Emperor Shakti, but in this sword, there is another mystery.

"The four seasons are reincarnated, and the years are reincarnated." With a light shake, a more profound sword intent than the previous Four Seasons Sword Technique landed on his body at the moment when Emperor Shakti could not react.

"Good swordsmanship! Sure enough, it is worthy of the name of your Sword Sect. Hit by a sword, and in the almost wordless silence, there were words of Emperor Shakti's admiration, full of hatred to the point of trembling.

I didn't expect it, I really didn't expect that this rabbit cub could exert such power in a sword.

The cycle of the four seasons is a year, and the rotation of years is immeasurable time.

This sword at least cut off the emperor's life, a hundred years.

The means of taking away the lives of others, the emperor will also know.

The feeling that other people's lives, life and death are in their own hands, and they are high up like gods, made Emperor Shakti deeply intoxicated.

Now this kind of power is used on himself, but there is only endless anger and unspeakable fear.

The experience of clearly feeling the passage of life made his heart tremble like uncontrollable.

It was a heartfelt fear of death, from the depths of the soul.

For such an old fellow, there is no means more direct and effective than this sword.

"Fortunately, this seat has anticipated today's situation and has already made preparations." Shakti wiped the corners of his mouth, the blood that had appeared uncontrollably from his injuries and lifespan.

There was a loud roar, which was even more high-pitched than the previous dragon dragon roar.

At a speed that was difficult to discern with the naked eye, a figure stood abruptly next to the emperor.

"Divine general? Immortality, the disciple of that old monster? Looking at this somewhat familiar figure, which was obviously summoned by Emperor Shakti, Wei Wuji frowned faintly.

This person still appeared after all.

"I'm curious, what exactly are you? Why do you know so much about the secret history of the past? Wei Wuji recognized his identity at a glance, but it was really surprising to the gods.

Perhaps the rivers and lakes in the past have their own glory.

However, as the years passed, everything he had on the rivers and lakes had disappeared into the boundless time.

Now, the people of his era, except for himself, are 100% dead and can't even find their ashes.

How did Wei Wuji, a twenty-year-old little hairy child born in the contemporary era, know and recognize himself at a glance?

"Don't you think it's a bit too early to talk about this now?" Wei Wuji looked at the god general seriously.

This man was perhaps the most difficult of all his enemies.

"You're going to do it with me?" The god general looked at Wei Wuji seriously, as if he wanted to laugh a little.

Even if Wei Wuji already had the strength to beat Emperor Shakti violently, it was nothing in the eyes of the god general.

If he wanted to, he could pull the emperor over and beat him up at any time.

"With this sword, why not?" Wei Wuji pointed at the god general with a heroic sword.

"With this sword, it does." Pointed by Wei Wuji with a heroic sword, the color of the god general was solemn in an instant, and it can also be said to be much more dignified.

The prestige of the heroic sword, the age and insight of the god will survive, how can it not be clear.

This sword is forged by the founder of the Sword Gate, the Great Swordsman, a generation of masters who have to be admired in the realm of kendo with his accumulation and knowledge.

Later, Nameless, a genius master who is extremely rare in swordsmanship, relied on this sword to crisscross the rivers and lakes, defeated all the masters in the world, and achieved the prestige of martial arts mythology.

"Yes, I want to use it, an upgraded version of this set of swordsmanship." Holding the heroic sword in his hand, Wei Wuji's body erupted with a completely different aura than just now.

"The Four Elephants of Heaven and Earth - Earth, Water, Wind and Fire!" The gray light seems to integrate all things in heaven and earth, including the heaven and earth itself, into one.

"Damn bunny!" The emperor wants to vomit blood.

This bastard rabbit cub, fighting with this seat, he actually dared to keep a hand.

In his anger, the emperor didn't care about anything.

A divine sword condensed and manifested in the palm of his hand, stabbing directly at Wei Wuji.

"Despicable and shameless, two against one, what kind of hero is it." Seeing Emperor Shakti's actions, Broken Lang's face changed and he scolded.

Without hesitation, he stepped forward into the storm, and with his own strength, he manifested the Taiji Diagram in an attempt to block the sword of the Emperor.

"Heroes? This seat has never been a hero. Shakti snorted, and completely put down his face.

"What's more, how do you do things, how can you, an ant, be qualified to comment."

"Do I have the qualifications?" The emperor's body moved, and he carried the Silent Knife, together with the broken waves, in front of the emperor.