There was a thunderclap in the sky, one Lang higher than the other, and the entire sky seemed to be punctured, rolling up circles of irregular Xuan Qi fluctuations.

The 'Absolute Shadow' in Lao Wu's hand has been shattered, and under the rounds of battles, this famous sword, which only has a 'mid-level Dao weapon', was finally broken. A smile appeared on the face of the Ghost Venerable, the 'Sword Warrior' without the sword was like a tiger without sharp teeth, what was there to be afraid of.

It turns out that the more developed our imagination is, the more dire the consequences become.

The Ghost Venerable originally thought that Lao Wu, who did not have a sword, was the fresh meat that he was allowed to slaughter, but he had thought that Lao Wu took a deep breath and the 'Haoran Sword Qi' climbed to the top.

"Here comes the sword!"

Lao Wu shouted, and the blade within a radius of several miles, as if summoned to the hand, flew straight into Lao Wu's hand.

Lao Wu did not hold the sword, but moved dozens of long swords of different grades, dancing with the wind.

"Ye boy, look at it with your eyes wide open!"

With a loud shout, dozens of long swords flew into the sky.

"Boom sword!"

Lao Wu's right hand pointed at the Ghost Venerable, and dozens of long swords stabbed straight towards the Ghost Venerable as if they were spiritual. It was like more than a dozen meteors emitting different colors, instantly submerging the Ghost Venerable.

The devil cries wolf.

This 'great hero' who has been in the sky for decades finally died in Lao Wu's 'sea of swords'.

The 'Sword of the World' flew back to Ye Junlin's scabbard, and the rest of the dozen or so long swords, including the 'Juque Sword', were all broken.

On Ye Junlin's chest, the black mist that had been coiled for a long time disappeared in mid-air. When the spellcaster dies, the 'curse' is lifted.

Lao Wu knelt on the ground, leaving two lines of tears on his vicissitudes of life.

There are two lines of tears for men, one for the common people and the other for beauty.

Ye Junlin didn't know why Lao Wu was, but he knew that the knot in the old man's heart was finally untied.

In the 158th year of the Spring and Autumn Calendar, April 28 of the first year of the New Liang of the Jin Calendar. This day will eventually be remembered by all the historians of Qingxiao: on this day, the 'two ghosts of Western Qin' all fell, which is undoubtedly worse for the Qin State, which has already begun to decline.

The old era is about to pass, and the new era has arrived

Zhongzhou City.

Wei Wuji led the horse, carried the sword, and went straight to the 'Killing God Tower'. Halfway through, thirteen women suddenly blocked the way.

The thirteen women were all dressed in white, as beautiful as flowers, like fairies in the sky.

Wei Wuji raised his head, looked at the woman in front of him, and smiled softly.

"Master Su, don't come unharmed. ”

Su Musha, the owner of the 'Drunken Red Mansion', didn't answer, she looked at Wei Wuji, her heart was like a volcanic eruption, but her eyes were as gentle as a spring water.

There will always be one such experience in life.

You will meet someone: when someone else is in your eyes, it is made up of two hands and two feet, one nose and one mouth. But the man was a clear spring, a lake, and a starry sky.

If you meet it, you will never recover.

The twelve women looked at each other, and then quietly left in great understanding. Some onlookers who did not know the truth only felt that their eyes were dark, and they were no longer conscious.

Su Musha looked at Wei Wuji, and his lips opened lightly: "Do you really want to fight him?"

Wei Wuji smiled and only said one word: "Fight." ”

"Aren't you afraid of death?"

"Don't be afraid. Wei Wuji raised his head, looked at the blue sky above him, and added, "I have already closed my eyes, and my life has been in the dark. ”

Su Musha finally couldn't help it, and tears burst out like a flood that burst the embankment.

"Good. Su Musha bit his lips tightly and said softly: "If you live, you will die in seclusion with me, if you die, I will die with you, Wei Wuji, do you dare?"

Wei Wuji shook his head and sighed softly.

"Makusha, it seems that Wuji owes you in this life, and it seems that he can't pay it off. ”

Su Mu broke through his tears and smiled, stepped forward, and hugged Wei Wuji lightly. The face of the whole country, clinging to Wei Wuji's chest, was like an ordinary woman waiting for her husband's return, and finally waited for him to triumph.

Red beans are born in the south, sprout in spring and wither in winter, and lovesickness is better than not lovesickness.

"This spring and autumn has destroyed too much happiness. If you can make a small contribution to ending this troubled world. Although the day of Wuji's death, he is still alive. ”

Su Musha raised his head and looked at Wei Wuji's resolute face, a pair of autumn eyes shining with bright little stars.

If there is an afterlife, let's be a pair of little mice, stupid love, stupid life, clumsy love, stupid together, even if the snow covers the mountain, you can nest in the warm grass, hold you tightly, and gently bite your ears"

Wei Wuji looked at the woman in his arms, smiled softly, and finally mustered up the courage to caress her brow.

"In this life, I owe you so much. ”

"Then save for the next life and pay it back, and in the next life as a cow and a horse, you have to pay it back to me. Otherwise, I won't let you go. ”

Su Musha smiled, laughed, and tears flowed down again.

Wei Wuji raised his hand and wiped the tears from her face. The two held hands and climbed the tower

On this day, the originally clear sky above the 'Killing God Building' suddenly roared with wind and thunder.

All the visitors to Zhongzhou City, and the people in the city, saw an unforgettable scene.

A handsome son, holding a woman in white, killed the ten 'martial slaves' of the Imperial Guard's 'Killing God Tower' in an instant. No one dared to stop him all the way, and he went straight to the top of the building.

Junyi Gongzi let go of his hand, pulled out his sword, pointed straight at the sky, and said loudly: "Lord Killing God, Wei Wuji of the Jin Kingdom, take advantage of the luck of the Spring and Autumn Seven Kingdoms to fight with you, do you dare to fight?"

This sentence resounded with the majestic qi in his chest, resounding through most of Zhongzhou City.

The clouds of the nine heavens hang down upright, and the waters of the four seas flow backwards. In the city of Zhongzhou, 1,999 long swords, unsheathed and soaring into the sky, were hung in the sky.

The method of the sword is no different from that of the old sword god Wu Qi.

"Wei Wuji came to visit Zhongzhou, and then borrowed this sword from the city to fight with you, do you dare to fight?"

Life is no more than 100 years, and 70 is rare.

Bai lives in Yijiazi, Zhongzhou, and he can't remember how many people have come to challenge him. He raised his head, looked at the handsome boy on the top floor, and smiled softly.

It's been years, and there's not been such a surge of blood.

When you meet an opponent in chess, you will meet a good talent, and you will be lucky.

Speaking of the famous 'Summoning' sword that had been hanging on the wall for a long time and had gradually become dusty, Bai Qi smiled self-deprecatingly: "Wei Wuji, I hope you don't disappoint the old man." ”

"Please 'Sword Immortal' out of the city and enter the sea to fight with Bai Mou!"

Countless people in Zhongzhou City raised their heads in unison, and a burly white shadow, like a comet, blasted towards the surface of the East China Sea.

One thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine long swords, the tip of the sword instantly pointed straight at the East China Sea. One of them jumped on the sword, and Edgeworth headed for the East China Sea