Today, since Mu Chenyi appeared on the top of Changbai Mountain, no one has ever seen his sword.

As a dignified white-clothed sword saint who became famous all over the world five hundred years ago, did Mu Chenyi have a sword with him?

This is certainly not possible.

So the question becomes, where did he hide his sword?

Now the answer is revealed.

Mu Chenyi hid the sword in his back.

Therefore, even when he saw Xia Sheng, he never bent down.

It's not that I don't want to, but I can't.

He has been raising swords in the flesh for 500 years, and he has truly fused the sword into his own flesh and blood, so how much pain will he suffer when he decides to separate the sword from his body?

How strong this pain is, how terrible is his sword.

After all, he couldn't swing the same sword a second time.

Therefore, this sword easily pierced through Emperor Jin's seemingly indestructible palms, so this sword pierced into Emperor Jin's chest without much effort, and a drop of golden blood dripped from the blade.

Emperor Jin's eyes flashed with a rare look of confusion, he lowered his head, looked at the tip of the sword hidden in his body, and suddenly felt some heartache.

It was real heartache, because his heart had been cut in half by a sword.

But Emperor Jin is still alive and can even speak.

"What kind of sword is this?"

Mu Chenyi bent over, and the cold wind swept his full white hair behind him, looking like he was suddenly dozens of years old.

Facing Emperor Jin's confusion, Mu Chenyi smiled lightly: "I haven't chosen a name yet." ”

Emperor Jin shook his head with some disappointment, and then as if he suddenly thought of something, a scorching brilliance burst out of his eyes, and he said, "Why don't you call it the Sword of Killing the King?"

Hearing this, Mu Chenyi was in a trance with a look in his expression, he looked at Emperor Jin's eyes, as if he was looking at Emperor Taizu five hundred years ago, Zhao Huan, and then he nodded with some relief.

"That's fine. ”

As soon as the words fell, a relieved smile immediately appeared on the corner of Emperor Jin's mouth, and then he raised his head and looked at Xia Sheng, who was about to fall to the ground, as well as Qin Xiaohua, who was about to die not far away, and the two Terran Holy Steps who were severely injured by Mu Chenyi, and finally reluctantly fell his gaze on the sky beyond Changbai Mountain.

To the south, there is a vast ocean, a place that has never been conquered by man.

To the north, there is a barren land, which is the place that humans most want to conquer.

But alas, he couldn't go.

After a hundred years of forbearance, a hundred years of layout, and a hundred years of planning, Emperor Jin thought that he had finally waited for the perfect time for the human race to flourish, but after all, he fell into the most vast darkness before dawn.

There was a sword from five hundred years ago that cut off his ambition and his last chance of life.

It's really unwilling.

Presumably, my father was the same as me when he died, right?

Emperor Jin laughed at himself, and after all, he didn't leave a word, and closed his eyes.

In the 128th year of the Yonghe calendar, the sixteenth day of the first month, the ceremony of sacrificing to the sky, the longest-lived emperor in the history of Dajin, died on the top of Changbai Mountain, and his nickname was Emperor Ren.

Emperor Jin just died.

Emperor Jin is finally dead.

Even Mu Chenyi felt a little embarrassed at this moment, but he didn't soak in such emotions for too long, so he quietly withdrew his hand and returned the sword, and threw the snow-colored long sword behind him without looking back.

With a terrible howl, Bai Ze's left wing was slashed to the ground by the long sword, blood splattered, and the golden glow on the double horns above his head flashed rapidly, and his eyes flashed with boundless fear.

However, Mu Chenyi did not kill the beast on the spot, but waved his hand lightly: "Let's go, don't come back." ”

Hearing this, Bai Ze was like an amnesty, and his wings shook sharply, and soon turned into a snow-colored white spot, disappeared into the sky, and could no longer be seen.

After doing all this, Mu Chenyi came to Xia Sheng's body and stood still, bowed his head, and said with some self-reproach: "Dusty Yi is not good at learning, and he still failed to protect his eldest brother. ”

Xia Sheng smiled and shook his head, nourished by the majestic and boundless meaning of life of Poor Sang, he quickly recovered as before, he slowly stood up from the ground, patted Mu Chenyi's shoulder, and said, "You have done a good job, but the matter is not finished yet." ”

After saying that, Xia Sheng unabashedly set his eyes on Yang Tianxiao and Pei Xu.

Seeing this, Mu Chenyi sighed lightly and said hesitantly: "I remember that the eldest brother once admonished us, the holy rank is not easy, if it is not the current life and death, we must not easily compromise the hope of the future of mankind......"

Xia Sheng waved his hand, interrupted Mu Chenyi's exhortation, took two steps forward, and asked Yang Tianxiao and Pei Xu directly, "Do you two have anything else to say?"

Pei Xu had already been invaded by Mu Chenyi's Shengxue Sword in the sea of qi, as long as Mu Chenyi was willing, he could turn him into a waste at any time, in that case, I am afraid it would be more uncomfortable than killing him.

But at this time, in the face of Xia Sheng's light question, Pei Xu spit out a mouthful of blood foam without care, and laughed loudly: "Since ancient times, the winner is the king and the loser is Kou, Lao Tzu has nothing to say, kill if you want to kill, no matter how big it is, don't be there mother-in-law." ”

As for Yang Tianxiao on the other side, he shook his head with a wry smile: "My spiritual aperture has been completely frozen, if you want to kill, you don't need the white-clothed sword saint to do it, but before that, I am really curious, the white-clothed sword saint keeps calling you the eldest brother, who are you?"

Xia Sheng sighed faintly, then leaned over and squatted in front of Yang Tianxiao, leaned into the other party's ear and whispered a word.

The next moment, Yang Tianxiao's pupils suddenly tightened, and he said in a deep voice: "This is impossible!"

Xia Sheng shrugged his shoulders, stood up again, and did not explain further, but instead spoke: "Today's battle, it has nothing to do with right or wrong, it's just that everyone's position is different, now that Emperor Jin is dead, I won't kill you, but I hope that one day when my Terran generals wave their troops to fight in the south and the north, they can see the two of you." ”

After speaking, Xia Sheng didn't wait for the two to answer, so he walked directly to the side, hugged Qin Xiaohua's thin body in his arms with both hands, and smiled slightly: "I'll take you home." ”

Of course, before this, he and Mu Chenyi still have one more thing to do.

There is one person they have never forgotten.

Demon Emperor, Shun!

Mu Chenyi picked up the long sword, held it lightly with one hand, and slowly came to the deep pit that Shun was smashed into by Emperor Jin before, wanting to take advantage of the situation to bury this demon clan powerhouse here.

But to his surprise, except for an unfathomable black hole at the bottom of the pit, there was no human figure in sight.

Shun actually ran away!

Seeing this, Xia Sheng couldn't help frowning, and he immediately remembered the demon clan army he had seen crossing the river north before going up the mountain, so he opened his mouth and said to Mu Chenyi: "He may have fled to join the clansmen, and we will also chase south!"

But before Xia Sheng and the others could leave, Qin Xiaohua in his arms suddenly woke up under the power of Poor Sang.

Qin Xiaohua looked at Xia Sheng's face, and then at the corpse of Emperor Jin who fell to the ground, and before she had time to sigh, she grabbed Xia Sheng's cuffs.

"Hurry back to Buju Mountain, the Spring and Autumn Academy is in trouble!" (To be continued.) )