The water of the big river surged wildly around, and the water potential in the middle dropped, and the bottom could be seen deeply, and the earth, rocks, and sediment at the bottom of the river could be seen, and the corpses of the broken wood and the boundless sword were so solid and heavy that they forced the river to appear a circular depression from the middle. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

The river is stirring!

The sound of swords and water kept echoing, and those swords that fell in the air went straight towards Zhu Mingwen, who was advancing frantically.

A sword also appeared at the side of the sword maniac.

Countless silver rainbows.

It was a sword qi, I don't know dozens, hundreds, the number is incomparable to the thousands of swords and thousands of swords in the sky, you can know at a glance that their strength is very different, but these hundreds of sword qi are facing the sword falling from the sky without hesitation, each silver-white sword qi is like a moth to a fire Although there is no regret in death, it buys time for Zhu Mingwen's crazy charge.

Looking at the sword maniac turning into a white rainbow and coming, but in a few breaths it was almost across the river, Wang Zijian was indifferent, as if wearing an iron mask, indifferent and cold.

I don't know if it was because the fierce battle here stirred the sky, the endless darkness gradually dissipated, and a faint white light fell from the nine heavens, lighting up the sky full of white clouds, as if the dawn had descended, lighting up everything around.

I don't know if it was rendered by the silver-white sword qi, or caused by the light of the sky, the surrounding scenery seemed to be dyed with hoarfrost, a piece of white attached to the blades of grass, attached to the broken wood rings, attached to the sword body of the dragon sword, the sword light was extremely dazzling, pointing directly at the sword idiot who had no sword in his hands but tens of thousands of swords around his body, and he did not hesitate.

A dragon sword faces thousands of swords, ten thousand swords, and one hundred thousand swords, such as a husband and a man, and ten thousand swords, as if although thousands of people are going to me, you have ten thousand swords, and I am enough from one dragon sword.

Field.

Zhu Mingwen is only three back realms, but he is just a sword.

The prince's sword has long been in the middle of the dragon's eye, and thousands of swords are accompanied by him, heaven and earth are swords, floating sparks, dawn and tomorrow, everything in the heaven and earth sword domain is a sword in hand.

No matter how you look at it, it's all an egg hitting a stone.

Yu Huaji couldn't bear to look at it anymore, her eyes were silent, the prince's sword was mocking, and the sword qi in his hand was condensed into a sword, and the sword qi long sword that was summoned casually in the Heaven and Earth Sword Domain was no less than any divine weapon, and the sword idiot slashed forward, and the mountains and rivers collapsed, can you take it?

The clothes of the disciples of the Sword Pavilion were torn, the blood was full of blood, and countless blood beads were sprinkled in the air into a blood-colored dragon, and after the skin was opened, the sword madman Zhu Mingwen's breath dissipated, like a cold corpse thrown high and fell into the river.

The river was churning, blood-red, and sad, and no sound could be heard, and even the mourning dragon sword swirled and fell into the dirt by the river after it was taken off.

The sword in the swordsman's hand is the most uncontrollable, but the sword maniac can't even hold the sword, he ...... Still alive?

Yu Huaji's eyes were sad and apologetic, holding the sword of the saint and barely standing up, looking at the dazzling pool of blood red in the river, watching the blood red continue to float away under the current, and was silent for a long time.

Wang Zijian didn't know if he was shocked by his incomparably crazy sword at the end, and calmly watched Zhu Mingwen go downstream with the waves, without immediately making a move on Yu Huaji, nor did he speak.

The sparkling refraction from the water not only fell on the black clothes of the prince sword, the red clothes of Yu Huaji, but also on the remnants of the clothes of the disciples of the Sword Pavilion on the ground.

The dragon sword trembled continuously, emitting an angry sword roar, accompanied by the roaring river, and the picture was tragic.

"I don't know whether to live or die, but it's really crazy, last year in the tomb of Yubei his madness was fake madness, it was a madness to cover up his life, but now it's different, he really doesn't want to die, if the realm is the same, if there is no Heaven and Earth Sword Domain, maybe I will exchange my life with him. Wang Zijian said lightly, unable to hear the joy and sorrow.

Yu Huaji turned her head to look at the blood red that was gradually drifting away, and gritted her teeth and said nothing.

Suddenly, there was thunder in the water!

Suddenly, a man broke through the water!

His clothes were in tatters, his cheeks were pale and bloodless, and his eyes were dull, but he was still not dead.

But he was also dying, and he didn't even have the strength to recall the Dragon Yin Sword.

A flash of joy appeared in Yu Huaji's eyes, and she breathed a sigh of relief in her heart, if the sword madman of the Sword Pavilion really died here, she would go to the Yellow Spring, and she would not be able to feel at ease.

Wang Zijian raised his eyebrows, revealing a hint of playfulness, and asked, "Can you still stop me?"

Zhu Mingwen stood on the riverbank precariously, walking slowly but firmly, looking at the surprised and trembling dragon sword he had inserted into the riverbank, his blood-stained eyes were still calm as usual, like a puddle of autumn water that would never make waves.

Zhu Mingwen walked towards the prince's sword step by step, ignoring the tens of thousands of "swords" of different shapes that were eyeing him around, ignoring Yu Huaji's anxious gaze, and said with difficulty but seriously: "I can still swing the sword." ”

"You're challenging my patience. Wang Zijian said word by word, it was the last warning, in fact, when he just took out the sword at the end, he couldn't help but keep a hand and avoided the vital point, so although Zhu Mingwen had a tragic and terrifying sword wound on his chest, in fact, the sword passed by the heart, and it didn't really hurt the heart and lungs.

Zhu Mingwen walked to the side of the dragon chant sword, pulled out the trembling divine sword, listened to the familiar dragon chant once again stirred the heavens and the earth, patted the sword body with relief, and said, "I had a grand wish when I was a child. ”

The prince's eyebrows were raised higher, but he didn't speak, and he listened.

Zhu Mingwen stroked the blade of the sword, and there was more softness and firmness in the calm in his eyes, and said: "There was once an old man who taught me that the right way in the world is the vicissitudes of life, the sword is straight, and the person is also straight, I deeply think so. If I can break the sword for the right way in the world, it is also my willingness, I am the sword, the sword is for me, I am willing to fold the sword for the words righteousness and righteousness, not only the sword in my hand, but also my sword. ”

Wang Zijian sneered: "I cut off your sword-swinging right arm, I see how you still swing the sword, you are the sword, then I will cut off your sword hilt, I will make you unable to use the sword for the rest of your life, how else can you stop me?!"

A sword qi as thick as a column of water fell in the air.

Zhu Mingwen turned around with his sword in his hand, and slashed at the sword qi in the sky.

The dragon sword was released again, and with an even more dazzling red splash, a blood-red arm was thrown high and fell into the river.

Sword madman Zhu Mingwen was cut off from his sword-wielding right arm!

The right arm fell into the long river, and soon disappeared without a trace, and it was not known where it would be swept by the current, and it could never be recovered.

The dragon yin sword fell to the ground, but it was still trembling sadly, leaning towards his master little by little, even if Zhu Mingwen's right arm that was accustomed to using the sword had been broken, but this psychic gorgeous divine sword still insisted that the master did not relax, and connected with his heart.

Yu Huaji's face was pale, covering his face and couldn't bear to look at it again, for the swordsman, the right arm that was used to using the sword was cut off, it was a lifelong kendo attainment, people eat with their right hand to make chopsticks, suddenly changed to the left hand, no one can accept it, if you practice the left-handed sword, it is equivalent to forgetting more than ten years of kendo career and starting everything from scratch, how desperate is this?!

Zhu Mingwen looked at the blood spurting out of his right shoulder in a trance, stunned, his face was extremely pale, and he almost fell to the ground with a soft foot.

His aura has declined to the extreme, and cutting off his right arm is really worse than death, and it is inconvenient for ordinary people to have their right arm cut off by others, and it is even more unacceptable for swordsmen.

Yu Huaji bit her red lip.

Wang Zijian sneered repeatedly, and the mockery became more and more intense.

The sound of water on the bank of the big river was loud, the dawn light illuminated the mountains, rivers and grass, and Zhu Mingwen, who had his right arm cut off, looked at his dragon sword on the ground blankly.

The look in the depths of his eyes was trance-like, silent, and heartbreakingly quiet.

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(PS: I know what it feels like to not have a right arm (to be continued.) )