Wan Longke had never seen such a bright sword light.

His eyes widened, his body stiffened, under such a sword light, even if he was already a master of the five ranks, he would never have the slightest power to resist, but he did not lose his state of mind like the rest of the martial artists around him, he just held the sword in both hands and watched straight at the sword light to devour himself.

Under the sword light, he looked at the man who was stained with blood in the sword robe and he once disdained.

All kinds of emotions appeared in my heart, resentment, and unwillingness, but they were all eliminated under the light of Na's sword, sighed, smiled, and said:

"Serve!"

The sword light is sharp.

Immediately devoured everyone, and before he died, Wan Longke had lost his thoughts about the original plan in his heart, and just looked at the pure sword light that he had never seen before.

The body is straight, and he looks like a warrior.

How fortunate it is to die under this sword......

Pity......

Wan Longke sighed in his heart, and his thoughts disappeared with the arrival of death.

The sword light dissipated.

Heaven and earth are clear and pure, like a vast sky.

Within a radius of more than 500 miles, the masters of the sect who had coveted the Heavenly Sword Gate for a long time were all killed under Honghui's sword, and fell to the ground.

The enemy is mourned, and the sword can be extended for ten years.

And at that time, the next generation must have grown up, thinking about things that can make his heart full of expectations, but Honghui's face was as cold and hard as ever, and the five people who came down from the Heavenly Sword Gate were full of sorrow, looking at Honghui's straight body for a long time, looking at the familiar face, almost speechless.

The Three Treasures of Martial Arts are nothing more than spirits.

With Honghui's cultivation, only by burning out his essence and life, his body was shattered, and his vitality was gone, and everything he had was poured into the long sword without reservation, he could cut the sword just now.

At this time, Honghui only had the last sword intent support left, but this would eventually disperse.

At that time, I couldn't even keep my body.

The old man at the head opened his mouth, and the white-haired man sent the black-haired man, his face full of sorrow, and he said dryly:

"Idiot ......"

"Is it worth it?"

Honghui bowed his head and said:

"It's worth it."

No hesitation.

The old man looked at the child who led him into the Heavenly Sword Gate, looked at the young man who once rode on his neck to pick fruits, and looked at the current 'Heavenly Sword', his nose was sore, and he couldn't speak.

At this time, Hong Feibai came back to his senses, his body shook slightly, and he almost fell backwards.

But he was on his feet at once.

No matter how simple and stupid the juniors and disciples behind them were, looking at the fierce and piercing master, and looking at the blue and white sword robe stained with blood, they already knew what the scene in front of them represented at this time.

A huge pathos came in an instant, and those teenagers almost couldn't accept this fact for a while, a sad color appeared on their faces, and even a low sobbing voice came, Honghui looked in that direction, frowned, and shouted coldly:

"What a bitterness to cry about!"

The crying voice paused slightly, as if he was frightened.

The disciples raised their eyes, and hope appeared in their eyes.

The man with the cold and hard eyes of the disciples was still standing there.

And the old man couldn't bear to look at it, he knew what kind of state Honghui was in now, he knew, every inch of the body had been torn apart by the extreme sword intent, at this time, Honghui, as long as he moved one or two, the residual sword intent would disperse, and his body would instantly turn into powder, and he would die in extreme pain, and even now, every time he said a word, he would have to bear the pain like ten thousand arrows piercing his heart.

The old man's nose was sour, and he almost couldn't hold back his tears.

Honghui's tone did not change at all, his sword eyebrows furrowed slightly, he looked at his disciples, and scolded:

"How did I teach you? Kindness? Crying and crying, what kind of swordsman is it? ”

"Everyone will die, I will die, and one day, you will also leave this world.

"Crying, crying, is it useful to cry on the rivers and lakes? Since you have come back to the mountain gate, go back to practice swordsmanship immediately, and at this hour today, your swordsmanship has not been practiced yet, go immediately! ”

His voice was as good as ever.

As in the mountains, as in the doors.

It's like in the early morning of every martial arts practice.

Fu frowned, looked at two of them, and said:

"Ling Hao, those three problems with your swordsmanship, fix them earlier."

"You Ruoqian, if you still can't correct your state of mind, roll down the mountain as soon as possible, and don't enter the rivers and lakes again."

His tone was really not polite at all.

The two teenagers who were pointed out straightened their bodies, and said loudly, You Ruoqian is a young man who has only been in the beginning for a few years, and his heart is the most jumpy, I don't know how many times he has secretly cursed this strict master, but at this time, he responded loudly, his eyes looked at the sky, and his tears could not be controlled at all, flowing wantonly on his immature face.

Seeing this, Honghui seemed to be angry, and said:

"Go back to the mountains immediately and practice, don't be here!"

"Go, go!"

The crowd stood silent, refusing to leave, until the oldest man spoke, and then one by one he walked with stiff steps towards the mountain gate, past the battlefield, past the straight man.

Go past their master and go to the future that belongs to them.

So I didn't see the middle-aged man with his back to them, and his face softened.

When Wang An was passing by, a familiar voice sounded in his ears, his footsteps paused slightly, he looked in the direction of Honghui, held his hands up, covered the back of his left hand with his right palm, and pointed straight at the ground with the blade of the sword, dark and solemn, and bowed deeply.

This is the gift of the swordsman.

Pursing his lips, the young man said in a low voice:

"Senior, your remuneration, the junior has accepted it."

Honghui didn't respond, but his eyes were a little grateful.

Shaolin Temple.

The scribe rarely got up, dark and solemn, looking at the infinite landscape outside the mountain, and the Hongluo Feather had not jumped out as before, silent, just silent, after a long time, the thief sighed, and said:

"It's a pity."

Mr. Win's face did not have the mocking disdain of the past, his eyes were deep, reflecting the heavens, the earth, the mountains and rivers, he paused, and said lightly:

"There is no regret when the sword comes out, only advance and do not retreat, and those who can do this way."

"It's a pity that he doesn't need you."

"No, no one is sorry for him......"

Hong Luoyu was silent and said freely:

"Indeed."

Under the gate of Heavenly Sword Mountain, many disciples have all gone over, but Hong Feibai is the only one left, he still has a tense face, holding a broken sword, standing in place and silent, slowly moving forward, but even at this time, he still lowered his eyelids and never looked at Honghui.

But his palms were clenched.

As if this morning's reappearance, he and Honghui just passed by, but at this time, the latter suddenly opened his mouth and said:

"I told you today."

Hongfei's white footsteps paused slightly.

One long and one less, two stubborn men just stood with their backs to each other.

Honghui didn't look at him, his face was still cold and hard, and he noticed that the young man had stopped, and continued:

"When you use a sword, you are too eager to pursue the sharpness of the moves, which is inferior, and it is a fool to say that the slow sword has become a fast sword!"

"Go back today and practice the basic swordsmanship in the gate a hundred times."

"If you don't practice enough, you are not allowed to eat, and you are not allowed to rest."

His voice paused slightly, and he added:

"No drinking!"

Where swords are practiced, there is wine.

This is the secret of Hongfeibai.

Every time he was punished to practice his sword until late at night, he would go to drink secretly, carefully, and he was never discovered, because the wine was still there.

After being silent for a long time, Hong Feibai nodded and said coldly:

"Got it."

Then he never looked back, just strode forward, and the depressed hatred in his heart suddenly disappeared for some reason, leaving only the feeling of being involuntary for the rivers and lakes in the world.

Behind the young man, Honghui noticed that the dark and extreme aura in the disciple's heart gradually collapsed and gradually disappeared, and one day, it would be completely gone, and his eyes became gentle and relaxed.

This is my last sword, Feibai......

Slay the demons in your heart.

Since you are a master, it is also the master's duty to lead the disciples who may go astray in the right direction......

Honghui had a gentle smile in his eyes, with a goodbye.

I haven't told you all this time.

Feibai, you are actually very good, very good.

Well done.

I have no regrets about being your master.

Hong Feibai strode in the direction of the Heavenly Sword Gate, he walked very hard, very hard, the young man's eyes widened, he clenched his teeth, and let the tears flow wantonly on his face.

Honghui was extremely strict with him, punishing him to practice swords at every turn, checking the progress of swordsmanship, and being extremely strict.

Otherwise, he is a big disciple to kill chickens and monkeys.

I don't know how many times I have been punished for practicing swords until late at night.

He wished that this cold-faced man had died sooner.

But at this time, Honghui was really going to die, but he could only feel a tingling pain in his heart, and that pain made him feel that the ground under his feet was a little soft, and it was not so steady.

By this time, he suddenly understood.

After all, he was just an orphan without a father......

All the disciples have left, only the beautiful woman is still there, Bu Yunmeng stood in front of Honghui, she was depressed because of the death of her daughter, but she did not cry at this time, she never lost her temper, holding a long sword, in the breeze, heroic posture, like the heroine of the year.

Honghui suddenly fell silent, and after the silence, he just said calmly:

"Did you drink the medicine porridge before?"

Bu Yunmeng laughed, nodded, and added:

"Eat."

"Is it a familiar taste, or is it from Chen's family?"

Honghui said as a matter of course:

"Don't you like their tastes the most?"

"But their home is far away......"

"I learned, it's easy."

Honghui responded flatly, with a little smugness in the depths of his eyes.

No one else can see it.

Bu Yunmeng laughed out loud, and his nose was a little sour.

Her swordsmanship cultivation is not low, so she really understands Honghui's current state.

The reason why he can still maintain his consciousness now is only because the vitality is cut off, and the strong sword intent brought by the shattering breath is still a little remnant, just like the firewood after the winter flame is burned out, there are still some sparks on it, but these micro sparks will inevitably disappear slowly.

Honghui is mortal today.

So she didn't want her senior brother to see her crying face at this time.

She raised her eyes and looked at the familiar face, this used to be a high-spirited young man, but now he was full of coldness and hardness, she hadn't seen the smile of her senior brother for a long time, but she vaguely remembered that it was very good-looking, very good-looking, but since he became the peak master, he has never seen it again, and now, until now, it has been a full twenty-three years.

I won't see it again.

She finally couldn't bear to look at it anymore, and a fragile look appeared on her face, and she almost felt that she would cry out in the next moment, so she quickly lowered her head.

The atmosphere was a little stiff, but he was reluctant to leave.

Although she knew that the senior brother would definitely continue to talk about some sect affairs and disciple affairs in the future, what did it matter? As long as you can spend more time with your senior brother, and stay longer, even if it's just talking about some sectarian things, it doesn't matter......

She gritted her teeth to keep her tears from appearing.

There was silence like this, and suddenly a deep voice was heard, saying:

"In this life, I am the one who bears your ......"

Bu Yunmeng's body trembled slightly, and the tears were almost uncontrollable, but she clenched her teeth, did not let the tears flow, pretended not to care about the smile, raised her head, her eyes widened slightly, and she saw the man whose body had been shattered slowly raised his palm.

The old man almost screamed.

But he didn't open his mouth after all, he had already sensed that the sword intent that gathered Honghui's vitality was beginning to collapse, and he also saw the latter's firmness.

Bu Yunmeng hadn't seen Honghui's smile for a long time.

A mild, apologetic smile appeared on the cold and hard man's face in front of her, a smile she had imagined before.

Warm and mellow, like the quiet sun on a spring afternoon, as if the wind blowing down from the top of the mountain, her heart warmed.

Honghui, who was full of broken spirits, raised his left hand and gently combed the broken hair of his wife's sideburns behind his ears.

It was a gesture he hadn't done when he left this morning.

Then, as in the past, he gently rubbed his wife's long hair, was silent, and said with a smile:

"If there is an afterlife, I won't cultivate the sword......

Bu Yunmeng's eyes widened.

He said, "I don't repair my sword anymore."

"For the rest of my life, I only cultivate you."

Honghui smiled, the last remaining sword intent disappeared because of the recklessness at this time, his palm slowly shattered, but his consciousness had not completely disappeared, in the pain that was not inferior, like a fallen leaf, disappeared with the mountain wind.

He was still smiling before he disappeared.

Looking at Buyunmeng.

The woman subconsciously took a step forward, wanting to pull him down, but she just pulled him into the air, as a seventh-rank martial artist, the swordsman who traveled vertically and horizontally, but the swordsman lost his balance at this time, fell to his knees, and unconsciously burst into tears.

The old man of the Heavenly Sword Gate drew out his long sword, hugged the hilt of the sword with both hands, the blade of the sword went down, saluted from afar, endured his grief, and said loudly:

"Send the Heavenly Sword!!"

The master of the Heavenly Sword Gate, the masters of each peak followed closely behind, and with the salute of a swordsman, he choked up and shouted, saying:

"Send the Heavenly Sword!"

As soon as the sword roared, he would want to lean on Kunlun.

On this day, there are ten thousand swords in the Tianjian Gate, the sword qi rushes up into the sky, the land of the two counties, a radius of 500 miles can be seen, and there are white rainbows passing through the sky from time to time, bright and bright, not inferior to the scorching sun.

It's fleeting.

The second generation of Heavenly Sword, Honghui.

Dismissal.

PS: 2-in-1......

Then, tomorrow I want to take a leave of absence, and the next outline will be revised......

I've seen your tips, thank you very much, but I'm a little exhausted right now, so thank you next time, sorry.

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