"How long. ”

Bland, with a soft voice, fluttering in the wind, like intimate lovers, leaning on their shoulders, softly, whispering in their ears.

Ask the back mountain of Sword Mountain.

The place where many elders, core disciples, and direct descendants of the Linmen Sword Sect fell.

At this moment, a man was sitting on the ground with some fragrant grass, leaning against a green jade tombstone, his forehead gently leaning on the tombstone, looking gentle, gentle and peaceful.

A gentle breeze blows back and forth over this hill lined with tombstones.

Roll some fallen leaves behind the hill, swirl and dance in the void for a while, and then carry them into the distance.

From time to time, next to some stone gaps, you can also see white snow orchids, in the gap between the stone paved roads, tenaciously growing, vigorous and upward blooming flowers, full of attachment to life, full of desire for growth.

Freshman!

A cemetery, rendered by the snow orchids all over the mountains, is like a beautiful picture full of vitality.

"How long has it been?"

The man leaned on the Qingyu tombstone and asked gently, like a pair of lovers in love, reunited after a long time apart, even if he was placed in this mountain forest like a picture scroll, there was no sense of abruptness.

It's like......

He himself should belong here.

It belongs to this cemetery.

"Counting the time, it should be six years. ”

The man muttered to himself, with a slightly full smile on his face: "Specifically, it should be two thousand two hundred and ninety-six days." As he spoke, his gaze full of softness fell on the green jade tombstone he was leaning to: "You say, do I remember, Shinotsuki?"

Satsuki.

On the green jade tombstone, a few small characters can be clearly written.

"The tomb of the beloved daughter Lin Xiaoyue. ”

Below, there is also the signature of the person who erected the monument.

It's none other than the current Linmen Sword Sect Sect Master who is planning to pass on the position of Sect Master to Long Jinyun, demigod Lin Xu.

"Huh...... If you don't speak, I'll take you by default, anyway, you've never had any opinions. ”

The man in Tsing Yi smiled, the smile on his face was as soft as ever.

It's just that in the softness that seems to be strong, there is already a faint trace of bitterness and pain that cannot be concealed.

"Shinotsuki, do you know? A lot has happened in the past six years. ”

The man in Tsing Yi said, casually discarding the dark red saber in his hand to his side, as if he was throwing something he didn't care about.

If at this time, Guang Hanyan, the elite disciple of the Linmen Sword Sect who was ranked in the top ten in the outer gate, was here, he would be able to identify it, this sword was the terrifying sword that instantly wiped out the high-level martial artist Si Qixing, called the Supreme Demon Sword.

And the man in Tsing Yi in front of him is no one else.

It is the current master of the Supreme Demon Sword, Xuantian Sect.

"I was given a sword, a sword that even I don't know if it's right or wrong, good or bad. ”

Xuantian Sect said in his mouth, gently stretched out his hand, wiped a trace of ash on the Qingyu tombstone, and his expression was full of gentleness, seriousness, and carefulness.

"But I think it's a bad thing, because when the man gave me this sword, he didn't feel good at all. ”

"Whew. ”

After blowing a breath and blowing down the ash stains on the blue jade stele, Xuantianzong corrected his sitting posture and leaned his back against the blue jade stele, the feeling was as if he was with his beloved woman, back to back, in this mountain with a large number of snow orchids, carefree blowing the breeze, looking at the blue sky......

For a lifetime, it seems, that's it.

It's gone in the blink of an eye.

"But it doesn't matter, it really doesn't matter, what's wrong, what's right, as long as I feel wrong, what's wrong is right, if I feel wrong, what's right is wrong, isn't it?"

Speaking of this, Xuantian Sect stopped.

As he stopped, all of a sudden, the whole world seemed to be completely quiet.

"The only regret is that when holding this sword, there can be no resentment in the heart, no terror, no anger, and no greed, otherwise, you will become its sword slave, and the consequences will be very serious...... Okay, Xiaoyue, you know, I've always wanted to be a good person, even if it's going undercover in the Holy Demon Temple and doing those hurtful things, but, in my heart, I have never stopped yearning to return to the Forest Gate Sword Sect to eliminate demons, so holding this sword is to supervise me, you don't have to worry about anything. ”

Xuantian Sect said, his face was still smiling slightly, and he actually had the intention of joking.

However......

The next moment, the smile on his face gradually disappeared.

A silent coldness appeared on his face.

"But ......"

"Hate ......"

Xuantian Sect said calmly, but in that tone, no matter how you listen to it, it makes people feel a creepy from the heart.

"Hate! yes! Hate!"

Xuantian Sect raised his head and looked at the blue sky and white clouds above his head.

"Hate!"

Suddenly, he raised his right hand and held it fiercely, as if he wanted to smash this piece of heaven and earth, the heavens and all things, in the palm of his hand.

"Buzz!"

The Supreme Demon Sword, which was casually discarded by him, trembled slightly, and let out a soft sound.

"Qin Rou's hatred of vain death, the hatred of ruining his reputation, the hatred of Xuantian Sect's annihilation, the hatred of my master's death, the hatred of being abandoned by the Forest Gate Sword Sect on the Holy Peak, the hatred of nine deaths in the Purgatory Valley, the hatred of suppressing the Supreme Demon Sword's madness!" and ......"

Xuantian Sect looked at the blue jade stele that was close to him, his right hand, holding it tightly, holding it tightly, even if his nails pierced his palm, his entire right hand became bloody, but there was no change on his face!

"The hatred of killing his wife!"

After saying these words, Xuantian Sect's expression was already with a trace of hideous horror.

And the Supreme Demon Sword beside him was constantly vibrating, and the slightest trace of dark flames burned from the dark red magic sword, as if it could burn the soul and burn the void.

"Zizi!"

Xuantianzong waved his hand suddenly, and wiped it on the tombstone of Qingyu, and the words of the tomb of his beloved daughter Lin Xiaoyue were immediately erased.

The next moment, with the red blood escaping from his right hand, he had already gritted his teeth and quickly carved it on the Qingyu tombstone.

Soon, the handwriting on it had changed.

"The tomb of his beloved wife Lin Xiaoyue. ”

And the signatory has also become the word Fu Xing.

"I hate!"

"Entering the Holy Demon Palace, everything is arranged by the Linmen Sword Sect, and the source of everything comes from the Linmen Sword Sect! I hate the Holy Demon Palace! Being in the Holy Demon Palace, I must be ruthless, I must hurt the heavens and reason, otherwise, how can I steal a high position and pass on information! But I hate the Linmen Sword Sect even more! I hate you for achieving fame in the end, in order to ensure the righteous banner of the Linmen Sword Sect, in the name of a depravity, completely abandon me, and even hate you for destroying my entire Xuantian Sect because of the slanderous words of Long Jinyun, a vain villain!"

At this moment, Xuantian Sect's face no longer had any blandness and calmness, the kind of smile that had been hanging on his face, at this moment, he was completely abandoned by him to the clouds!

"Hate, hate, hate!"

Three words of hatred roared out of Xuantian Sect's mouth.

"There's only one way to wash away this hatred!"

At this moment, the Supreme Demon Sword, which was casually discarded aside, vibrated violently at the moment when he roared out three words of hatred, emitting a sword roar that swayed the soul, and suddenly flew out of the ground, and instantly appeared in the hand of Xuantian Sect, as if he wanted to follow his sword master loyally, and completely vent the hatred in his heart.

The next moment, the brilliance of the Supreme Demon Sword was held high, pointing straight at the sky, and the dark flames that were already burning brightly, in an instant, all bloomed, burning the heavens!

"Kill !!"