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With the sword in hand, the vast world is left alone, what is there to fear about life and death?

Playing the sword and singing, drunk in a dream, asking the world, where to get the barren hills?

Fight the sword world, kill one person in ten steps, and the lonely soul will ask to return. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Feel free and easy, nothing more than the past......

The night was hazy and golden. One world, multiple worlds.

Wang Meng was in a deep confusion, staring at the whirlpool suspended above his head and the bright lamp without a wick, slowly raised the long sword in his hand, stroked it gently, and his brows gradually condensed, as if he had walked through the vicissitudes of the world and read the joys and sorrows of the world.

Unscrupulous and Yang Ji looked at Wang Meng silently, time seemed to stand still at this moment, the bald man with a golden body raised his eyes to the sky, and his deep eyes had a touch of feelings, like a newborn baby showing a trace of dazedness when he opened his eyes to see the world.

The golden dragon cruising in the void is no longer entangled with the black silk, its head and tail are connected, and it is always in the void, as if a pair of eyes are looking at the world.

If the current scene can be sketched, then it is definitely a perfect portrait:

Heaven and earth rise and fall, black silk like a waterfall. Shuanglong stares into the eyes, has eyes but no beads. The whirlpool and the light are the nose. It's a pity that it's hard to say without a mouth!

After a little silence, Wang Meng suddenly played his sword and sang, and the passionate voice of vicissitudes echoed the world:

"With the sword in hand, the vast world is left alone, what is there to fear about life and death?

Playing the sword and singing, drunk in a dream, asking the world, where to get the barren hills?

Fight the sword world, kill one person in ten steps, and the lonely soul will ask to return.

Feel free and easy, nothing more than the past, pay the east wind ...... the past"

Accompanied by the singing, Wang Meng took another step, and the long sword swung and stabbed at Wuliang, the long sword pierced through in an instant, and blood dripped down the long sword.

Wuliang looked at the long sword on his chest, but a strange smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, turned his head to look at Yang Ji, and chuckled, "Do you understand?"

Yang Ji was silent for a while, and suddenly looked at Wang Mengdao, "Is that old Taoist really there?"

Wuliang covered his chest and smiled, "When you wake up from the big dream, everything is empty, the sky is above, but you have to use his power, I don't know whether it's true or not, it's ridiculous." Really, are you?"

As he spoke, Wuliang took a deep look at the lovesickness on the ground, turned his head to Wang Meng, and said, "I came to kill you, but you killed me, and you owe me my life." If the world has no dreams, how can it be true or false? If you can go to the Easy City, the old man is waiting for you on the road ahead......"

Wang Meng's heart was beating wildly, but his eyes were still vicissitudes, and he suddenly pulled out the bloody long sword. Wuliang finally looked back at Acacia deeply, and a gentle smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, but the person gradually lost his voice.

In the vastness, the boundless black silk instantly dissipated without a trace.

"Jingle Bell ......"

The crisp bell rang, and the donkey, which did not have a single miscellaneous hair, came to Wuliang's side, lowered his head and arched Wuliang a few times, and then turned his head to look at Wang Meng and nodded non-stop.

Wang Meng woke up, picked up Wuliang and put it on the donkey's back.

"Jingle Bell ......"

The crisp sound slowly disappeared into the night with the rhythmic steps.

Just like the unscrupulous appearance, there is no trace of return!

Looking at the unscrupulous people in the distance, Yang Ji didn't move, and Wang Meng didn't move either. Zhang Liujin's bald head didn't move, and the remaining two men in black didn't move either.

Heaven and earth, are they moving?

Yang Ji stared at the unscrupulous man who disappeared into the darkness and laughed again, the tears of laughter flowed out, for a long time, Yang Ji suddenly raised his head and said, "The old man doesn't care if the old way exists or not." But you Confucians, a group of hypocrisy, pretending to pick up people's teeth and wisdom, also pursue the truth, what do you understand for unscrupulousness? What do you understand?"

Wang Meng was silent, staring at the blood-dripping long sword in his hand for a long time, and sighed leisurely, "True or false in my heart, if you understand it, you understand it, what if you don't understand, why don't you understand? Going with the flow may be to see through, or it may be to escape. You are a Confucian, but do you understand what Confucianism is?"

At this moment, Wang Meng really became a person who had experienced the vicissitudes of the world in a trance, and did this remark speak from the heart or blurted out? Wang Meng's previous palpitations gradually faded away at this moment, as if the whole person was integrated into a strange thought.

Looking up at the sky, staring at the whirlpool that swirled in the void above his head, the water in it dripping down, falling on his cheeks and flowing over his lips, with a faint salty taste.

Looking at Wang Meng, Yang Ji was slightly stunned, a strange luster flashed in his eyes, and he smiled slightly, "Come to a game, people without dreams also come to dream, and people with dreams don't want to wake up." In the Escape City, everything is free, leaving no traces. It's a pity, do you remember Xiaofei?"

Wang Meng shook his head and sighed, "You set up the bureau, and you are also in the bureau." I am me, and maybe not me now. Whether it's true or fake, it's always gone. ”

As he spoke, Wang Meng's long sword slowly stabbed out and stabbed at Yang Ji's heart.

The sword, the weapon of murder, slowly moved towards Yang Halberd little by little.

Yang Ji's eyes flashed with a strange luster, he didn't dodge or dodge, staring at the slowly approaching long sword and revealing a strange smile.

Wang Meng sighed lightly, and at the moment when the long sword approached Yang Ji's heart, the long sword suddenly circled and pierced into the whirlpool of rain in the vastness.

"Thorny ......"

A slight sound ringed in my ears, as if a layer of white paper had been torn!

Yang Ji's face changed greatly, his handsome and elegant face became distorted in an instant, he stared at Wang Meng tightly, and said, "What do you know?"

Wang Meng shook his head and said, "I don't know anything, and I don't need to know." Do you understand?"

Yang Ji was stunned for a long time, the expression in his eyes changed endlessly, and after a long time, he said astringently, "I see, a game of chess, the old man's emotions are uncontrollable." And you, true or not, false or false, let alone a person who is not bound by everything in the world and has no hope. Bound to the top of my head......"

Yang Ji turned his head to look at the ground, his long black hair was naturally scattered, and his graceful body seemed to be sleeping lovesickness, and he sighed softly.

"Fool's ......"

Wang Meng's long sword suddenly pulled out of the whirlpool, and the whirlpool was like crying, and the extremely complaining woman's voice came out of nothingness.

Wang Meng was silent, wiped off the rain dripping from the corners of his eyes, put it in his mouth, and the astringent salty taste penetrated into his heart.

"Tears?" Wang Meng suddenly woke up and said.

"Can you know the taste?" Yang Ji suddenly showed a strange color, his hands waved suddenly, and the bright lamp without a wick suddenly bloomed in the vastness, like a beluga whale absorbing water, and the bald head of Zhangliu's golden body instantly dissipated the world.

"Roaring ......"

A dragon roar shook the sky, and the pair of golden eyes in the vast expanse suddenly let out an earth-shattering roar, and the dragon roared for nine days, and the vast sky shook. Then those eyes came to their senses at this moment, and in an instant they were awake in confusion, and the original peaceful breath was gone, replaced by pity.

These eyes stared at Yang Ji for a long time, as if a sigh came from the void, and then there was a huge earthquake, a trace of light appeared between heaven and earth, and the eyes dissipated heaven and earth.

Also at this moment, the long sword that Wang Meng stabbed out suddenly stabbed out, and between the lightning and lightning, it pierced into the bright light......

"Do you understand? I don't understand...... Wang Meng's eyes flashed and he said softly.

"Kill ......"

Also at this moment, the two surviving black-clothed men swung their long knives violently and slashed at Yang Ji's chest......