Only one hatred can lead to nothingness; Second, he hated his life; Three hatreds of the river are endless;

Fourth, the world is hot and cold; Five hateful platforms are easy to leak; Six hated orchid leaves are more focused;

Seven hated puffer fish is very poisonous; Eight hated peanut thorns; Nine hated that there were mosquitoes on summer nights;

Ten hatreds of the dill; Eleven hatred has not eaten the fruit of defeat; Twelve hated invincible!

One step at a time, bringing back the regret of life and death, too late to recover, the heaven and the earth are silent, and the intersection of sight falls on the cold temperature of the stars. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

With the weight-bearing footwork, accompanied by the gloomy face of the arrogant smile and red dust, the figures of the two gradually appeared in front of Su Huanzhen and the others.

Therefore, when everyone saw the situation in front of them, they finally felt sad from their hearts, and suddenly a sad mood spread frantically to all sides like a carp crossing the river.

Jianghu Road, earthly dreams, pride is nothing, a cup of loess covers the body, the people present, there is a terrible howl, there is a speechless silent pain, what a hatred.

Speechless, everyone was speechless, they could only be full of grief, silently staring at the arrogant Hongchen, and the body in his arms that had long been out of temperature, the owner of this body, he, the sword monarch twelve hatreds, finally couldn't escape the calculation of fate, a body of martial arts and martial arts turned into nothing, and finally died on Xuankong Island, personal departure, there are always some people destined to grief, speechless, left, just leave without taking anything away, so that the people who stay in place have no reason to blame, no words to complain, and the back of the viewer leaving, The earth was filled with sorrow in vain! There is no choice, there is no escape, and death may be the final belonging.

At this time, there is another regret on the road that I don't want to forget, the twelve hatreds of the Sword King, he has become a fact that is covered by a touch of loess in the land of suffering, but death is not such a terrible thing, I believe that if he is given another chance, he will still decide to go to Xuankong Island alone, ask the enemy just to ask the sword, drain blood and turn the blade, and maintain the dignity of a swordsman with blood and life, never give up, still a modest swordsman.

With grief and tears, with the help of Su Huanzhen's tearful support, he put the body of the Sword Monarch into the dug pit with a smile on his face, careful, careful, careful, as if he did not want to hurt the corpse anywhere, the two slowly, gently, without a trace of attitude, with respect for the deceased, covered the loess one by one, until the charred soil completely buried the corpse and sank.

The deceased is the greatest, everyone knows this, with full of lamentation and weeping, tidying up the mood, and erecting a huge stone tombstone for the deceased, as soon as the stele is placed, at this moment, I saw the proud smile Hongchen turned over and drew his sword, with inexplicable grief and reluctance, slowly said a unique poem from his mouth.

'The sword song has not been removed, the gentleman's ambition is new, and it has become a thousand saucers in the clouds and mountains, and it is rare to be talented, and it is left to the white head world. ’

As soon as the poem exited, it was arrogantly laughing and Hongchen urged the sword with intention, a little radiant dividends, and a thousand kinds of Limang, Hongchen Sword, word for word, on the stone tablet, quickly carved out the words.

In an instant, the poem became a body and went up with the stone, and the sword sounded, and it was 'choked' back to the sheath.

Resolutely turned around, laughed arrogantly, Hongchen looked indifferent and solemn, raised his feet and left, and said to Su Huanzhen behind him without looking back, "Before I return, don't act rashly." ’

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In a trance, when I was dying, I don't know how long it had been, after everyone left one by one, only a stone monument standing in the open space was left in the same place, quietly, without the slightest sound.

In this way, after they left, the depths of the dense forest, which had been empty, gradually returned to a peaceful scene, and for a moment it was still quiet, and it returned to the same as before, but there was an additional stone tablet standing in place, and the words 'Tomb of the Twelve Hatreds of the Sword Monarch' were engraved on the stone tablet.

When a person dies, he can't be resurrected, and he thought that all of this would end because of the death of the Sword King. Boom's lit up a blazing white light, white light like white like silver, especially bright, instantly illuminated the entire deep forest, then, the white light seemed to break through the sky, with a speed that ordinary people can not fly to the bottom of the dense forest, with a particularly loud scream, in the blink of an eye it was projected into the dense forest, looking at the direction, it was towards the loess under the stele, in the blink of an eye, hidden under the stele, disappeared.

In a few breaths, the dense forest returned to its previous appearance again, and the burst of white light never appeared, as if it had never appeared, this strange scene was not seen by anyone, but even if it did, it would not be thought that it was a good thing.

Hehe, but this matter is not so simple in the past, to be honest, the wonder of this world, so big, is not at all anyone, things, things, can be fully understood, controlled, just like now, in the vast land of suffering, a dense forest that no one knows, quietly, fate with a soul that is about to die.

Suddenly attracted by the white light, the soul gradually went straight to the sky, and disappeared in the beautiful empty sky like the Milky Way in a few seconds, the clear sky flickered, the beauty was still the same, I don't know how many time and space passed, this soul seemed to be tired, and finally stopped shuttling in a certain time and space, and slowly descended towards a small water blue planet in the universe.

Gradually, the camera zoomed in, zoomed in, and then zoomed in, and before I knew it, the soul had disappeared without a trace, but I didn't know who this soul was, it was the long-dead Sword King.

I don't know why, I thought I might die like this, but suddenly a white light appeared in front of him, clearly, maybe it was the instinctive resistance of human beings to the darkness, he didn't want to fly towards the white light, and after that, it became the way it is now, flying and flying, and I don't know how long it took to fly, and the sword king finally flew to the end of the white halo.

What appeared in front of his eyes was a strange starry sky that he had never seen before, the vast universe, revealing one mysterious breath after another, each mysterious and extraordinary breath continued to wash his soul, bringing him a different wonderful experience, the bright galaxy, every time a meteor was crossed, it was like a beautiful sword qi, crashing into the depths of his soul, all kinds of strange planets, every time he rotated, it brought him an unheard of soul breath.

What are these? ’

'Where is this place, and why am I here?' ’

'I'm dead, is this hell?' ’

'How so!'

Raising his eyes and looking around, his eyes were full of suspicion, the Sword Monarch hated twelve, and subconsciously secretly lucked the sword intent, trying to rely on his own strength to leave here.

'Embarrassment...

The meaning of the reach, the direction of the sword, in the blink of an eye, the sword intent will become, formed, the twelve invincible sword intent form of the hand in hand, holding the sword in the hand, suddenly a sense of security all over the body, although not as good as the body, with the body of the sword intent, and now he has no body, but it is better than nothing, the sword, the sword intent, the sword intent, it will come out, the sword intent, is the spirit of the person, there is no doubt, the sword king's will is irreplaceable, otherwise how can he comprehend the invincible move in the world until he dies, his spirit, is his sword intent, even if the person is dead, It will also follow his soul, and will never be discarded like a foreign object.

But at this moment, an extremely large suction force was generated, and it suddenly pulled his small and light soul body towards a blue planet below.

The Sword Monarch couldn't control himself for a while, with a hint of fear, although he tried his best to stabilize his body repeatedly, but compared to the vast and huge suction force of the universe, it was still a drop in the bucket.

In the face of these, a strong sense of powerlessness and frustration suddenly arose, once, even in the face of the terrifying bloodthirsty clan, he had never been afraid, but now, he finally realized his insignificance, in the face of the insignificance of the power of this natural heaven and earth, he, the Sword Monarch Twelve hated defeat, lost to heaven and earth, and lost to the universe.

With bursts of strong suction, the Sword Monarch slowly lost his control over the soul, and his consciousness gradually blurred in the face of chaotic pressure, the sword intent in his hand collapsed in shock, and the powerless soul went down with the suction, and at the last moment, when he was about to be unconscious again, the Sword Monarch Twelve hated and murmured.

'Hmph, it's too small, I'm really too small, I can't save anyone, can't I even save myself now?' ’

'I'm defeated・・・・・・・・・・・・ next time, I'll never ・・・・・・・・・,' he passed out, not knowing anything but how long it would take him to wake up from this coma.

The dark light flickered, shaking the heavens and the earth, and with the movement between the heavens and the earth and the universe, a small and lonely soul slowly drifted away, and in a short time, it disappeared into the vast river of the universe and fell into the blue water-like planet...