That war,

It was Erzhun Sim, who faced death for the first time after becoming the sword god of Nanzhao.

On that day, the cold moon rose, and the moon was like a hook.

Listen, the feeling of fragmentation between the foothills of southern Xinjiang.

Smell, the strange sound of the four fields of the Imperial Palace.

Ask, after thousands of years, who can win without losing?

In the moonlight, two people with two swords.

There was no movement between each other, as if only the two of them were left between heaven and earth.

A cool breeze blew, the clouds began to obscure, and the moon flickered brightly and darkly.

After a while, there was no trace of moonlight.

In the darkness, there seemed to be countless wriggling creatures approaching the ground, making strange sizzling noises from their mouthparts.

The two of them, in the darkness where they couldn't see their fingers, listened to the sound and identified the position, and neither of them moved.

That's a kind of tacit understanding.

Special tacit understanding.

A language unique to the top swordsmen

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Wait for the other party, the first to appear flawed.

Wait for one, you can break the game.

Both of them pressed their right hands on the hilt of their swords.

I understand each other in my heart that the sword is not out, and there must be superiority when it comes out!

Win or lose, but also decide life and death.

But why should they wait?

Because, whether it was the sword god of Nanzhao or the sword saint of Datang, they fell into a stalemate the moment the two sides put on a posture.

Or an endless loop.

At this moment, if there is a living person who can have the privilege of watching the duel between the two, he will find:

Both of them seem to have changed physically.

On the side of the Tang Sword Saint, he was originally a Kansai man with a purple and black Chinese face, long hair and chest, thick eyebrows and tiger eyes, and knotted arms and muscles, but suddenly, a strange thing appeared:

That is, the hair on his body is growing rapidly.

In less than a moment, it was densely covered all over the body.

On his back and sides, many willow-shaped horizontal black narrow stripes have grown, and there is a "king" shaped markings on his forehead......

After a while, the sword saint of the Tang Dynasty had already materialized into a white-fronted divine tiger with hanging eyes.

Just like the legendary Western sacred beast, the White Tiger, it has the wings of a god

As the god of war, its body is thick and perfect, just like his flawless sword skills.

The powerful claws on its dorsal muscles and forelimbs rose and fell, but they were so smooth and serene that it looked like it was walking in the forest.

It's just—the claw sheath that retracts from time to time and the Star Sword in the tiger's mouth

All warn:

If the prey shows the slightest flaw, it will be killed instantly!

And on the side of the Nanzhao Sword God, extremely strange changes have also taken place:

His body shook violently, and his body began to grow violently, and when it grew to a certain length, many cyan scales grew on his skin, totaling eighty-one scales.

Next to his mouth, a beard gradually grows, a pearl under his chin, an inverted scale under his throat, and a boshan on his head.

The rising is soaring between the universe, and the hidden is lurking in the waves.

At that moment, the Nanzhao Sword God seemed to have turned into a dragon that was coiled and intertwined on the Sword of the Shadow Divine Sword

Coiling Dragon!

"Whew! Woo-"

In the Nanzhao Palace, I don't know if it's an illusion, two long howls, like a tiger roaring in the sky, and like a dragon chanting Hanyu, wanting to shake the heavens and the earth, through the mountains and cracking stones!

This is the world of figuration.

It was also the first time that the two of them had stepped into the realm of swords.

But in reality, the two of them still didn't move.

Just when the two sides were staring and reaching a stalemate, Erzhunsim suddenly felt a cold touch pass by his feet.

That's it, snakes.

Viper!

Southern Xinjiang is located in the southwest, with a humid and humid environment, which is suitable for the growth of a variety of poisonous snakes, which is not unusual.

In addition, the Sword itself was forged by the body of the Gu Body Holy Child, which was more likely to attract Gu worms and poisonous snakes.

Therefore, it is not surprising that the poisonous snake took the lead in climbing onto the body of the Nanzhao Sword God.

But then the problem arises.

It's a duel, or a close match.

The special attribute of the snake and insect poison caused by the Jiangyou Sword at this time, instead of helping, it caused a great hidden danger to the Nanzhao Sword God.

You must know that among the top masters, they are not equal.

At this time of life and death, any small variable may affect the direction of the battle.

Sure enough, at that moment,

"Tiger!" Moved.

I saw that the sword saint from the Tang Dynasty rose from the ground and swung out with a sword, like thunder and as fast as lightning.

In fact, from the moment the poisonous snake climbed up his ankle, Erzhunsim knew in his heart that the other party would never let go of this opportunity.

After all, if it were him, he would have done the same.

Moreover, this blow will do the best of his life!

It was a kind of instant kill.

He may not be able to avoid it.

It may not be able to take it.

In this battle, he lost the lead, and the probability of defeat was extremely high.

Although he was not afraid of death, he did not want to admit defeat.

What's more, he used to be a guard of the king of Zhao.

This is the Nanzhao Imperial Palace, he is the home game, has a natural geographical advantage.

The way to win or lose is still unknown.

Moreover, the existence of snakes is an opportunity for the enemy.

It's also an opportunity for yourself.

In other words, the snake is actually the key to breaking the game.

As long as the opponent moves first, he also has a half chance of killing the opponent.

Thinking of this, Nanzhao's sword god calmed down.

If it comes, it will be safe.

The soldiers will block, and the water will cover the earth.

Is it the first strike, or the second strike.

Until the end, no one can predict.

Erzhunsim slowly closed his eyes, as if he saw a firelight, and the earth seemed to tremble slightly.

In the firelight, a white-fronted divine tiger slowly pounced on him.

The word 'Wang' on his forehead emitted a red light, as if it was about to gush out.

In the tiger's mouth, there is a sword in his mouth.

A heavy but incomparably sharp sword.

That is, aggression is like fire, the sword of the stars.

Phew-

The wind is breaking through the sky.

The sword qi of the star is in a hurry.

At that moment,

There is no way to avoid it.

But Nanzhao's sword god still didn't move.

Not only did he not move, but he even emptied himself wholeheartedly.

He's waiting, he's not in a hurry.

Even if you are in a hurry, it is also a rush on the other side.

Just like usual, even if you are accidentally killed by your opponent. But it only takes a short moment for him to stand up again, look at his opponent's stunned eyes, and then kill him!

Therefore, the closer he got to death, the more relaxed he became.

The more fearless he is of death, the more perfect his sword skills will be.

And there he stood, alone, very silent, like the silent flowing water under the stars.

There is a sword stuck in his waist, as quiet as a girl who has not left the pavilion, and he is as immobile as a mountain.

Near,

It's closer.

"Tick", on the eaves of the palace, a drop of water dripped down at an inopportune time, fell into the cyan stone slab, and seeped into the cracks of the floor, showing a special sense of tranquility.

The whole world seemed to suddenly fall silent.

Even the momentum of the tiger descending the mountain seems to have decreased, slowed down, slowed down.

At this moment, the corners of Nanzhao Sword God's mouth suddenly smiled.

He knows

The time has come.

There was a bang.

The sword flashed.

The darkness has been unsheathed, and it meets with the stars in the silent night sky.........

With a bang, the entire body of the Nanzhao Sword God hit the stone pillar of the palace, the stone pillar shattered in an instant, and the sand and dust fell down and scattered on his shoulder, and he immediately choked and coughed, and he rested for a long time.

Then, he, putting away his sword, turned around, and left, in one go, without looking back.

He doesn't need to verify the life and death of his opponent.

Because, from the moment when the two swords intersected, Nanzhao Sword God understood in his heart:

The darkness has won the stars.

After all, a swordsman who hesitates in the face of life and death is absolutely impossible to defeat him.

Sure enough, when Zheng Maisi entered the Nanzhao Palace with a large group of soldiers, what remained in the palace was a place of brains, intestines and organs, and blood stained the hall......

And the sword saint from the Tang Dynasty was discovered - even the sword and the people were split in two, and the death was extremely miserable

It was on that day that Erzhunsim realized:

Victory or defeat is often only between people's thoughts.

And hesitation, you will only lose.

The world is unpredictable,

Human life alternates between defeat and ........

Although the sword god of Nanzhao won the decisive battle,

But the loser's Erzhun lost everything again.

There is no spiritual sustenance.

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I can only do that,

It's a wandering soul in this world,

A thoughtless walking corpse.

After fifty years of wandering in the world, Erzhunsim returned to his former homeland.

During this period, only the sword that accompanied him was the sword.

At this time, in the ancient land of Miaojiang, earth-shaking changes have already taken place.

In that year, Zheng Maihei destroyed Nanzhao, established himself as the emperor in Yangtho City, and established the Great Changhe Kingdom.

But the butt of this throne has not yet been hot, only twenty-six years later, the powerful minister Yang Ganzhen killed the Zheng family, destroyed the Great Changhe Kingdom, and established the Great Yi Ning Kingdom the following year, with the year name Xingsheng.

Of course, Yang Ganzhen was also addicted to the emperor and was deposed by his younger brother Yang Zhao.

Seven years later, the Later Jin Dynasty Tonghai Jiedu made Duan Siping unite with the nobles of the Erhai region Gao Fang and Dong Jialuo to destroy the Great Yi Ning Kingdom, and continued to set the capital of Yang Tho Bacheng, the country name "Dali", and continues to this day.

However, whoever becomes emperor has no meaning to Erzhnsim.

A hundred years of life, there are only dry bones in the grave.

And when the country perished, who could remember?

Erzhnsim didn't understand and didn't want to.

Although he still practices swordsmanship every day, in his heart, he has long lost the desire to swing the sword.

He came to his hometown, which was destroyed by the war, but was surprised to find that the incense of this land seemed to be flourishing again.

After asking the villagers, I learned that they were the aborigines of the Yunnan-Guizhou Plateau, and in order to escape the war, the whole family migrated here and settled down.

It was from that day later that he, Erzhunsim, took up residence near the village.

At first, the villagers didn't want him to live as an outsider.

When everyone saw him, they either avoided him or hid far away.

After all, most of the young and middle-aged people in this village have been conscripted to the battlefield, and all they are left behind are old and weak women and children.

And in the face of this man with a long sword, tattered clothes, and a man with indifferent eyes.

Everyone is afraid, rejected, and even disliked.

However, Erzhnsim didn't care, he still went his own way.

He is familiar with the local area, and has used his own way to help the villagers of this village many times.

For example, what season and what crops are grown best in the local fields.

Another example is making small water wheels, irrigating fertile fields, and raising his favorite rice fish in the fields.

Also, collecting herbs from the mountains and making them into sachets, snakes, ants and mosquitoes in Miaojiang dare not approach.

Even, he was outside the village, secretly repelled the attack of the beasts, and stopped the infestation of the ghost master of Miaojiang.

Over time, the villagers felt that the strange man with a broken sword in front of them was not a bad person, and they accepted him one after another.

even arranged him in the home of a sibling whose parents died, taking care of their diet and daily life, and becoming their stepfather.

Of course, for this indifferent and weird man, the hearts of the villagers have always maintained a respectful and distant respect.

However, for the Nanzhao Sword God, being able to get this treatment is already a luxury that he can't even imagine.

For him, that time, although short, was also the happiest time in his life.

Because, it was also from that time that he, the Nanzhao Sword God, remembered again that he was once a person.