Ye Ran considered himself a swordsman.

So he has the consciousness of being a swordsman.

It was not something that he imposed on himself, but something that automatically emanated from the bone marrow, and that was something that Ye Ran understood the moment he picked up the ancient sword Demon Moon.

It's like you're born with it.

He is simply a natural swordsman.

So, what is enlightenment?

A lifetime is a sword, and a lifetime is only a sword.

This is the consciousness that Ye Ran has generated when he stepped on the way of the sword.

Ye Ran is a person with a bad personality and is ruthless, he can hide in the forest for half a year without hearing from him in order to practice his sword, or he can kill three people for his own sword, just to clarify the sword heart.

Therefore, Ye Ran didn't know how to express and repay the kindness that the three people gave him, and this kindness was a little too heavy for Ye Ran.

The sword is lonely.

Simon blows snow like this.

The same is true of Yan Shisan.

They all have in their swords a belief that is superior to themselves, and that is an unrivaled faith.

The so-called system is just to open the way for Ye Ran, and it is still Ye Ran who goes down on the road, no matter what ups and downs and thorns there are on this road, Ye Ran will also go on.

Letting go of Xiao Ye's shoulder, Ye Ran pulled Xiao Ye behind him, took two steps back, and quietly waited for the battle between the black shadow and Yan Shisan on the opposite side.

Ye Ran didn't know who could win with the sword intent of Lu Daoyan Thirteen and the strength of the black shadow, one was the sword intent that came down through his far immature sword, and the other was the undead who had been dead and sleeping for a long time.

But what Ye Ran understood was that his body could no longer withstand another sword intent, and if he did it again, his body would probably immediately disintegrate and dissipate into heaven and earth.

Looking at Ye Ran, who was in front of her and did not attack while the black shadow could not move, Xiao Ye's face was dumbfounded, and then he recalled his actions just now, and couldn't help blushing, took two steps back again, and squatted down with his head in his arms with a whimper.

Ye Ran, who didn't understand the little girl's mind that suddenly appeared in the night, just stared at the black shadow on the opposite side that was still stiff with a stiff body in silence.

As mentioned before, the black shadow is very tall, his two-meter-tall body makes him look a sense of oppression, and under the background of his violent momentum in battle, the figure is almost like a giant shrouded everyone in shadows.

But at this moment, the black shadow has lost that momentum, and all he has now is his height.

Losing momentum, sometimes losing life.

Fortunately, he ran into Ye Ran.

So he still has time here to fight Yan Thirteen in his mind.

Then he woke up.

The red eyes flickered, but they were already trembling like Ye Ran who was crawling on the ground before.

Fighting with Yan Thirteen's sword intent brought him more damage than he imagined, and it was greater.

'Human, you win'

The voice was still hoarse, but it had lost a piece of its strength, just like the old knight who was dying. The black shadow was very satisfied with this battle, whether it was Ye Ran's previous swordsmanship or the swordsmanship afterward, it brought him a great sense of freshness.

Freshness, this is a very luxurious thing for him, the undead who has been sleeping for hundreds of years, it is difficult to have.

So he crossed the spear again, and the spear that he had originally wielded slowly drew a circle in the air, and then he took a horse step again, and the tip of the spear pointed directly at Ye Ran.

The black shadow knew that after this shot, he was afraid that he would have to fall into a deep sleep again, and this time he would not know the years, and he might not be able to wake up again.

He attached his only thoughts to his spear, the air vibrated and buzzed, and the next shot must have been the last shot he had ever been as an undead in all his years.

Ye Ran didn't understand the other party's persistence, but it didn't prevent him from understanding the other party's beliefs at the moment.

So the shot is the thirteenth sword.

The white sword light moved terribly in the air, and Ye Ran's sword intent, which had been oppressed for a long time, seemed to have found those slight loopholes, and surged out wantonly, it was different from Yan Thirteen, the sword intent was far from mature, although it was immature, but it had a broad prospect.

Looking at Ye Ran, who turned into a streamer and stabbed straight at him, the black shadow let out a hoarse laugh, the young man in front of him was so powerful, and it was only this age.

Is it true that there is hope in life?

The sharp sword intent seemed to stimulate the black shadow's thoughts, he thought of himself, remembered the poverty when he was a child, remembered the dream of running for his life, but he was still extremely far away from his dream, and even went against his dream.

If at that time, he had the idea of the boy in front of him, then, would his dream come true...

No one could answer, because he was not Ye Ran, and Ye Ran was not him.

The Black Shadow simply raised his spear, and then loaded his own back on it, taking his past and everything he had, and stabbed it out with one shot.

Break!

The silver-white long sword was attached to the sword light, entangled with the sword qi, and the sword intent was heavy, and a sword cut off the other party's past, and the other party's possession, swept across. That lifeless spear couldn't stop Ye Ran's sword shadow at all, and he could only watch as Ye Ran's sword went from bottom to top, tearing his chest.

Ah, I see.

The black shadow suddenly understood that his life, the life of the battle, seemed extremely brilliant in the eyes of others, but for him, it had no meaning at all, what he was looking forward to was not that glory at all, but the most ordinary guard.

There is no point in marksmanship, how can it overcome the exuberant belief of the other side, so he said it a second time.

'Human, you won. ’

"Where's your name?"

'The general of the defeated army, what is the need to worry about it. ’

The red eyes were completely extinguished, and the fragments were like light dust, swirling in the air with bright lights, starting from the chest, flying in waves.

Ye Ran didn't care about the prompt sound of getting the sword yuan in his ears, he just put the sword back into the sheath, wearing a white robe stained with blood, and silently watched the other party's last scene.

For Ye Ran, this victory was too heavy.

Because this victory is not his victory, but Yan Shisan's victory.

At the same time, Ye Ran also saw the gap between himself and those top swordsmen again.

The black shadow disappeared completely, he didn't reveal any information about himself, he was determined to bury everything with him, so Ye Ran respected his beliefs and didn't continue to ask, although Ye Ran also had a trace of curiosity about them.

What exactly is a man sleeping in this cemetery for hundreds of years?

What kind of faith sustained him?

What the hell was the Sky Knights like before.

What is the connection between Shirokumar, who has become a magic sword, and them?

All the questions were entangled in Ye Ran's heart, but Ye Ran believed that as long as he lived, the answers to all these questions would come to him.

Ding, something fell to the ground, and Ye Ran bent down to pick it up.

A nameplate.

Then, the wall, which had no passage, suddenly opened a door.

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