Because this is not just a question of fifty soldiers, but a city, which is related to the survival of tens of thousands of Li people.

Is it really worth it for the sake of a book?

The storyteller repeated the answer he had uttered in his mouth the other day: "It's worth it!" ”

Wuming fell into a complete madness, and he pulled the storyteller past him, and then smashed him down.

Dressed in white, like snow falling on the world, the moment the storyteller touched the surface of the water through the faint mist, he suddenly disappeared.

"In your heart, which is more important than the sword in your heart?"

The voice suddenly sounded from Wu Ming's ears, and Wu Ming suddenly turned around only to find that the storyteller who was smashed down by himself actually appeared behind him at this moment, bent his body slightly, and said that sentence in his ear.

Wuming suddenly turned around and retreated, and the two of them were separated by a few meters again.

"Shut up!" Wuming rushed over again, wanting to punch Mr. Storyteller in the chest, but the moment that punch touched Mr. Storyteller's shirt, Mr. Storyteller disappeared again, like mist, and dispersed when it met the wind.

"What do you choose?" A few meters away, Mr. Storyteller reappeared and continued to ask at Wuming.

Eventually, the stagnant pool below began to boil.

Wuming also rushed up with his fist again, and his body kept moving, but every time he had to touch Mr. Storyteller, Mr. Storyteller would be fogged out, no matter how fast Wuming's speed was, Mr. Storyteller would always be one step ahead of Wuming.

As Wuming's emotions became more and more intense, the lake churned fiercely.

Until I disliked the monstrous waves, the pale blue space turned dark red.

The storyteller still asked the question, over and over again, and there seemed to be no end in sight.

Finally, in Wuming's roar, Wuming's state of mind seemed to freeze at this moment, as if time had stopped.

At this moment, a pale blue sword slowly rose in the red lake water.

This is the problem of Mr. Storyteller, this natal sword is more important in that than the ten thousand people in Xinji City.

In fact, to put it another way, your lifeless life is more important in your heart than tens of thousands of people in Xinji City?

Wuming didn't know how to answer, of course, he couldn't answer it, thinking that this was a dead end.

The sword slowly rose and emerged from the lake, finally revealing itself completely.

At the moment when Wuming's natal sword appeared, the dark red world faded by half, and at the end of the dark red world, even the original light blue color was revealed.

At the same time, the moment of time continued to pass.

Seeing these storytellers, he couldn't help but be happy in his heart, this was also the first time he saw Wuming's natal sword, which affected time and emotions, no wonder Xiaobai said that Wuming's natal sword would give him a big surprise when he heard that Wuming was going to become his disciple.

And so it was.

All things are born with their own rules and laws, spring, summer, autumn and winter, a total of four seasons. Wind and rain, thunder and lightning, reward and punishment.

And in Wuming's heart, there are his own rules, which are as high as heaven and earth, and there are four seasons of reincarnation. As long as there are no rules to be established, this sword is in hand, and the law comes out with words! At that time, he was the biggest rule!

This is not only a big surprise, but it is not an exaggeration to say that it is a big surprise.

Finally, Wuming held his sword in his hand, and appeared in front of Mr. Storyteller in an instant, a sword was cut out, Mr. Storyteller was stopped and cut off, among the rules, everything should be done according to the rules, anyone who transgresses the rules, only death!

However, after the storyteller cut it off, there was no blood splashed on the spot, but completely atomized and disappeared.

In fact, when Wuming's sword was handed out, he already regretted it, but the rules were too big, and even Wuming himself couldn't control the sword completely, so he could only watch his sword cut off his master.

At the moment when the storyteller dispersed, the sky and the earth were clear, the dark red sky was instantly swallowed up by light blue, and the rushing lake was completely silent. Everything is exactly the same as when I first arrived.

"Master!" This is the second time that Wuming has shouted this sentence, the first time was in the Emperor Yuan Palace, in front of the big offering and Senior Brother Xiaobai, but this time it was Wuming who shouted it unconsciously, because Mr. Storyteller's soul was cut off by himself.

"You think you killed me?" Suddenly, the fog that had been dissipated by the sudden battle quickly gathered, and countless storytellers, large and small, were formed in the air, each of which looked at Wu Ming quietly, and that sentence was also spoken by all the mouths.

"You think I'm dead, and now I'm in your heart, life or death, victory or defeat, and you think you're winning or losing?"

"Demons?" Wuming exclaimed suddenly, at this moment he was extremely sure that Mr. Storyteller had died under his sword, because no one had ever left from his sword alive before, and now only the demons could appear in his state of mind.

It's no wonder that before this, he was extremely suspicious of his cheap master, and even to the point of dissatisfaction, plus his cheap master likes to play with people's hearts, and his methods are extremely strange.

Now it was the storyteller's turn to be dissatisfied, and the storyteller's heart couldn't help but start to make up, 'What do you mean by your natural appearance?'

Suddenly, countless storytellers turned into one and appeared a hundred meters away in front of Wu Ming.

"You ......"

"Wake up!"

Before Wuming finished speaking, the storyteller who was a hundred meters away spit out a word lightly, turning into a white light, and in an instant, he had already appeared in front of Wuming, and the storyteller was slightly sideways, and the two staggered.

And Mr. Storyteller raised high, covering his face with one palm, and under the rapid and incomparable impact, Wuming was covered by a sudden palm, and his body flew high, and then fell suddenly, smashing heavily on the surface of the lake.

Mr. Storyteller was about to leave, when he suddenly felt that something was wrong, and then he volleyed up in the air, and after scanning for a week, his right hand suddenly poked out.

In the pale blue heart lake, an almost transparent shadow suddenly burst out, swaying wildly and in the heart lake, but no matter how fast it was, it couldn't escape the terrifying suction, until it was grabbed high by that suction, and it was desperately trying to break free, but it was all to no avail.

When Mr. Storyteller grabbed the transparent shadow with his own hands, the transparent shadow revealed his true appearance, which was exactly the same as Mr. Storyteller, but it was a little cute compared to Mr. Storyteller.

Three or four and a half meters tall short and fat storyteller, if Wuming chooses, he will definitely choose his little guy to be his master, after all, compared to the storyteller who has a straight face like an iceberg every day, the little chubby is really cute.

But when he saw this little guy, Mr. Storyteller had goosebumps all over his body for the first time, if such a self was put in a woman's heart, Mr. Storyteller didn't care, but in the heart of Wuming, a heartless rough man, no matter how he thought about it, it was a little disgusting.

The little guy looked at this guy who was exactly like himself, and instantly understood what was going on, so he had a bad thought: "This brother, we are our family, why don't we ...... together"

Before the little guy finished saying that, Mr. Storyteller directly pinched the little guy's neck, and the little guy instantly turned into a puff of smoke and completely dissipated.

It's just a demon, if you don't kill it, do you want to keep it as a son?