Wan Jianxin fled, then he still had Fang Tianhang, and all the disciples of the Divine Sword Sect could only be suppressed by forming a military posture, and Fang Tianhang, the hope of the Divine Sword Sect. Wang Shenhai privately called this senior brother who was quite good to him "Emperor Fang", which means the Emperor of the Sword, which shows his admiration for Fang Tianhang, but Fang Tianhang is dead.

He died in the secret realm of the East China Sea, and his bones have not been found so far.

He died, and the Divine Sword Gate in Wang Shenhai's eyes also died. He knew very well, even more than his master Xue Wuxian, that the chief disciple of the sect was equal to the future of the sect.

The chief disciple, even if he has not yet taken over as the head of the sect, can refer to the treasure book of the sect town, they are the core of the sect's inheritance.

And now, it is extremely sad that Wang Shenhai got the "Guanlan Sword Technique", but he just can't learn it!

Being able to send out a sword ray according to the "Sword Mang Heart Sutra" is his limit now, and it may even be the limit of his life. He didn't dare to ask for more until now.

At this moment, he had just returned from the "front line", he refused everyone's invitation to the celebration banquet, and sat alone, depressed, and deserted in the empty main hall of the mountain gate, thinking lonely, thinking about the dark future.

All he wanted was the word "peace."

But it was perhaps the most unlikely luxury of his life.

In the distance, there was a faint sound of silk and bamboo charm, and the sound of laughter mixed with the staggering. The laughter of these Divine Sword Sect disciples was so far away from Wang Shenhai, as far away as the faint sound of clouds in the other world. From the "war" that had just ended, Wang Shenhai did not see the slightest victory, although he himself was clothed by the countless layers of shining feats put on by the imperial court, he did not see the slightest victory. All he saw was the danger of defeat.

Even if he is not a well-educated person, even if he can't do any decent corrupt Confucianism, Wang Shenhai, who is just alive as a swordsman, can feel that when the 130,000 righteous army dies, the entire national fortune will collapse.

Even if he is just a native of the Wang family boy who came out of the ravine, he can feel it only by the initial spiritual sense of human beings, and he can distinguish it by just the most basic morality of human beings. Because of this incident, Emperor Yue will be stinking for 10,000 years, and the southern kingdom in the hands of Emperor Yue is not far from the country.

He understood this, and only then did he feel that this was almost his home's Divine Sword Gate, and there was a cold wind of evil everywhere.

He really didn't know how long this mountain gate main hall would last, and even how long his king Shenhai's great head could exist?

"The Master is back!"

"Disciple greetings to the teacher!"

There was a flattering voice outside the door, and Wang Shenhai immediately jumped up, he instinctively disgusted by this sycophantic voice, and even had some stress disorder. He jumped up, walked quickly to the door, knelt down, and respectfully greeted Xue Wuxian in a bright python suit.

"Get up. Xue Wuxian said the moment he stepped into the main hall. His tone was full of gorgeous satisfaction. This kind of satisfied tone really made Wang Shenhai tremble, he was shocked, uncontrollable shock, he didn't believe that the incomparably great master in his heart could still have this kind of satisfaction at this time.

He knew that Xue Wuxian was much more clever than him, and it was impossible for Xue Wuxian not to see the situation that he could see clearly. Emperor Yue's secret decree to slaughter the rebels, and giving all the royal women to the Jianzhou people for lewd pleasure, is an unprecedented sin, is a shame for the whole Central Plains, at this time, Xue Wuxian should be the same as his king Shenhai, feeling the deep cold, feeling the worry that the country will be declining, how can there be this kind of satisfaction of eating all day long?

Could it be that his mind is confused?

With this shocked question, Wang Shenhai and the disciples who had arrived outside the door at some point stood up together and witnessed the final despair of the one called the Divine Sword Gate.

When the female disciples quietly lit lamps and candles in the empty and dark hall, illuminating Xue Wuji's shadow, Wang Shenhai saw the true end of the Divine Sword Gate with the light of the flickering lamps and candles.

At that moment he relaxed.

At that moment, his heart was broken.

The one sitting in front of him was not his head teacher, no.

Sitting in front of him was nothing more than a monster, a monster made up of Xue Wuji's corpse and a man-eating metal he had never seen before, or rather a thick needle and a large thread scribbled together.

It was not Xue Wuxian of his king deep sea, and it was definitely not Xue Wuxian of the Divine Sword Gate, let alone Xue Wuxian who was once in charge of the righteous path, that is, a monster with Xue Wuxi's skin on his head.

Even the flower feather on his head, which symbolizes authority, is nothing more than the growth tissue on the monster's head.

This is the portrait of a generation of swordsmen, a generation of officially certified strongest masters in the eyes of Wang Shenhai.

Like an ant that has been magnified countless times, humble and disgusting.

At that moment, all the shocks and doubts in Wang Shenhai's heart disappeared, and all that was left was the despair of "sure enough".

The most complete despair for the sect, for the swordsmanship, and even for himself.

And, of course, there is the remorse that quickly floods the nostrils like poison.

At this moment, he couldn't even feel the fear in his heart, all he could perceive was bitter remorse.

What the hell is a balloon thing that he hates, he actually did such a thing in the Red Blood Secret Realm, and followed Fang Tianhang to besiege Wan Jian Xin?!

Before Wan Jianxin defected, Fang Tianhang had never looked at him Wang Shenhai, and Wan Jianxin was a senior brother who could entrust his back to him, although at that time, Wang Shenhai's swordsmanship was simply a scum.

At that time, Wan Jianxin never disliked him, but just used his brother's shoulders to support everything for him. Wang Shenhai thought of this, tears were about to fall, he hated, hated what kind of cowardice he was at that time, he actually didn't give him a sword while Fang Tianhang was asleep the night before he started.

Maybe after that sword past, he Wang Shenhai would not be a disciple of the Divine Sword Sect, but now that he is the chief disciple of the Divine Sword Sect, what kind of balloon thing is he?

In front of his eyes, the Excalibur Gate was silently cracking the sky and disappearing into nothingness.

He took a breath of shock and immediately lowered his eyes, avoiding the reverence that the monster had seen quickly fade from his eyes.

He Wang Shenhai respects Xue Wuxian and has always been like this, but he will not respect a monster that looks like Xue Wuxian will not be respected.

He is a king of the deep sea, and he is also dignified, and he is a swordsman.

He lowered his eyes, and would never take the initiative to say hello to "Xue Wuxian" again, and took the initiative to say a word of flattery.

All he was thinking about now was finding a way out for himself.

"Excalibur Gate, I really can't stay any longer. Thinking so, he suddenly heard Xue Wuxian ask, "Wang Shenhai, how is your Sword Heart Sutra cultivation?"

Wang Shenhai raised his head in horror, a pair of eyes squatting with boundless doubt and fear, he didn't know why the monster in front of him wanted to ask this question, he only knew that the former Xue Wuxian, who had experienced the most humiliating moment in his life, would never ask this question, and would never mention "Jianmang" and "Guanlan" in front of him!

He roughly knew that it was Xue Wuxian's own injury, his own pain, and Xue Wuxian himself might not be able to exert these two righteous path supreme learnings, how could he mention it in front of his disciples?

But at this time, this monster actually said it in a daze!

At that moment, Wang Shenhai couldn't allow himself to think about it at all, and directly relied on the instinct of the spinal cord to open his mouth and replied: "Master, the disciple can only swing a sword now......

"Is that all...... A sword ray, but it has just passed...... What about "Guanlan"?" Xue Wuxian lowered his head and groaned, the yellow and turbid metal reflection in his eyes was well covered by him, he knew that he used the empty cicada to go back to the mountain gate today, not to revitalize the Divine Sword Gate, but to destroy the Divine Sword Gate.

Destroy the righteous foundation of the Excalibur Gate.

The Divine Sword Gate can only be a slave sword gate from now on, and there can be no wind and bones at all, and there must be no one. Otherwise, the reward of the world's largest faction will be a catastrophe for the destruction of the faction!

Nano Future, in Xue Wuxie's eyes, is the outright, man-eating monster!

He is now a minion, so his mountain gate can only be a training base for minions, beyond this category, it is disobedient to the will of the gods, and it is the bane of extermination.

He was also embarrassed, and he had to do something, he was implanted with the Soul Exterminating Round Steel, and the battle soul in his body was completely metalized, and together with his flesh and blood, he became a light weapon, and became a sharp knife of the Nano royal family, he was no longer human, and he didn't think that he was still Xue Wuxian.

But he must fulfill the last responsibility of a Xue Wuxian .

He couldn't be sorry for these disciples who had followed him for half his life, especially Wang Shenhai, he knew that if this person Wang Shenhai hadn't come out of the Red Blood Secret Realm, sooner or later he would also be the second in ten thousand sword hearts.

There is still a trace of kindness in his bones, and now, this kindness even Xue Wuxian himself feels that it is the supreme luxury in the world.

"Master, the disciple is not ......" The moment Wang Shenhai heard the word "Guanlan", he was like falling into an ice bucket, and he was full of thought that this monster wanted to find a reason to kill him.

He could only fall to his knees again at this point, and his voice trembled to ask for forgiveness.

He knew that he had no room to resist or flee for his life now, and the monster named Xue Wuxian in front of him had already become the whip of the Chosen One.

He didn't know that it was actually a more powerful force than the Chosen Whip, and it was a real, inhuman monster that had been completely transformed by the slaves of Jianzhou, but he knew that the swordsman named Wang Shenhai could not live or die at this time.

He seems to have never controlled his life and death since six or seven years ago.

Xue Wuxian glanced at him, and the yellow metallic eyeballs did his best to shoot out the warm brilliance of human nature, Xue Wuxian, who had lost even his appetite and **, felt the throbbing pain coming from his stomach, and knew that he didn't have much space to show his favor.

Now, he can protect the next king of the deep sea, which is already the ultimate!

The elders in the Divine Sword Sect who survived with him, the offerings, the teachings, and the large group of disciples, he couldn't take care of them, and he couldn't take care of any of them!

His body, and even his mind, were out of his own control. If he calms down and teaches something, then he may go berserk and kill people in the middle of the teaching.

He really doesn't have much time. The slaves of Jianzhou have never thought that the world's number one master is a human being, they think that as long as the world's number one master is a piece of artifact, a "thing" that is completely obedient to them and does not have too much independent thinking, they can sit on the world's rivers and lakes forever.

This kind of thinking is stupid and bad.

But that idea now seems unstoppable.

Therefore, Xue Wuxian decided to make a quick decision.

"I guess that's what happened, it's not that you don't work hard, but that your talent is like that...... Since you are a mediocre person, then don't go to the lofty sky, learn what "Jianmang", "Guanlan" has ruined the heart in vain, delayed the future, and humiliated the sect. In this way, from now on, no one in the sect is allowed to study the "Sword Mangxin Sutra" anymore, and those who violate it will be abolished and banished from the mountain gate. ”

"Master?!" Behind Wang Shenhai, the exclamations of Wang Gaoyuan, Li Shanqiu and other disciples came over. And Wang Shenhai just said weakly and incompetently: "It's all up to the master's ruling!"

He now thinks that Wang Gaoyuan and Li Shanqiu will die on the spot immediately.

But Xue Wuxian sat on the top and didn't move.

"What? You still want to practice the sword, are you more resistant than Wang Shenhai, or what?" there was no anger in Xue Wuxian's tone, only a thick, broken jar-like mockery: "What kind of virtue are you, don't you know what kind of virtue you are as a teacher?"

"Master, we have cultivated divine skills, this ...... The heavens are above, how can we stop......"

"In the nearby towns, the washing rooms opened by the adults of Jianzhou are free for us and other elites of the Divine Sword Sect, so you can go yourself...... Washing the exercises, and only those adults have such ability. ”

"The disciple obeyed. Wang Gaoyuan was the first to succumb.

"But Master, if you don't practice "Sword Mang", how can I gain a foothold in the Sword Gate?" Li Shanqiu was unwilling to give up, although he couldn't even practice a sword now, but he had the ability to send out a sharp sword intent, which was much more powerful than the sword flow, and he could crush the opponent before he made a move, and he didn't need to draw his sword many times, how convenient it was, and it was handsome.

He likes this kind of thing very much.

"I, that is, the official, dare not live up to the emperor's grace, and I am ashamed to lead the generalissimo of Jiangnan soldiers and horses, the second-class official...... Naturally, from the treasury, the world's swordsmanship is supreme, and the "Rainstorm Alluring City", which was still bloody on the rivers and lakes a few years ago, in the future, our disciples of the Divine Sword Sect, based on this, will definitely become the number one faction in the world, and it is not a problem to overpower the Hanshan Temple!" Xue Wuxian drew a big cake, and there was jubilation inside and outside the hall. Only Wang Shenhai knelt on the ground, motionless, as if he had been dead for a long time.

He was mourning for the Excalibur Gate.

He knew that from this moment on, the Divine Sword Gate was truly dead.

From this moment on, he, Wang Shenhai, was the petty official of the Wupin Alternate Squire, a lonely half-hung swordsman, and he was no longer a person from the Divine Sword Sect.

The Excalibur Gate has been destroyed.