"Do you know this sword?" Sword Spirit pointed at the three-foot Qingfeng and asked.

The evil mantis sneered: "The fairy sword sets the storm, Bai Yixuan's white-eyed wolf's sword, who didn't know in the world thousands of years ago, what do you say?" ”

"Then do you know that when Dingfeng Bo was forged by the Lishan Sword Sect and given to Bai Yixuan, this sword was unsheathed for the first time, and whose blood was stained!?"

"How do I know ......?"

The evil mantis smiled coldly, and just wanted to deny it, but then he was stunned.

Because there is a picture in his mind, not the picture of the first half of his life, but the picture of the second half of his life, when he has lost himself-

At dusk, the water is cold and the river is quiet, the residual glow has not dispersed, and the light fog is heavy.

Bai Yixuan, the world-famous big sword immortal, is drinking wine with a handsome young man with a handsome face like a crown of jade and a dragon crown on his head in Dongting Lake.

"This wine...... I feel like the taste has changed a bit. Bai Yixuan put down the wine jar and said suddenly.

"How so?" Dongting Jun Mo Yan said with a smile. "Whether it's the raw materials or the brewing method, it hasn't changed for a hundred years, how can the taste change? You come to drink it once a year, and you've been drinking it for more than ten years, so you shouldn't be. ”

Bai Yixuan looked at the sunset in Dongting in silence: "Maybe it's not the problem of raw materials and techniques, maybe it's the mood of the people who make wine has changed." ”

As soon as these words came out, the atmosphere froze and turned into slaughter.

The smile on Mo Yan's face disappeared and turned into a cold smile: "What? Bai Yixuan, is the Lishan Sword Sect preparing to kill me this time, or are you preparing to kill me. ”

Bai Yixuan didn't answer positively, but just sighed: "Stop, it's too late to turn back now." ”

"If you want to live forever, if you want to ascend to Feathering, why take this evil path?"

"Turn back? I didn't make a mistake, why should I turn back? Ink Cocklement laughed. Do you think that everyone is like you Bai Yixuan, from nothing to something, from mortal to Vientiane, in just a few decades? ”

"Don't be stupid, Bai Yixuan, the more you practice, the more you know where your shackles are."

Bai Yixuan looked at Mo Yan quietly, his eyes facing each other, like wind and thunder colliding.

Seeing that the other party had made up his mind, and he couldn't persuade him, Bai Yixuan withdrew his gaze and raised his sword to leave.

"Don't do it?" Ink Cries sneered.

Bai Yixuan paused, did not speak, just disappeared into the sky in silence and turned into rainbow light.

Crushing the wine glass, his face was gloomy, and Mo Yan, who was also about to leave, suddenly wrinkled his nose, he didn't notice that the smell of wine was too strong just now, and now how did he feel a faint smell of blood in the air?

"The Lishan Sword Sect has long noticed the crime of the Dongting Monarch, with the temper of the Lishan Sword Sect, if it weren't for Bai Yixuan, the Lishan Sword Sect would have 'slashed the Dongting Court with a sword' eight hundred years earlier." Sword Spirit sneered.

"And the treacherous and ungrateful villain in his mouth took a sword from each of the four Vientiane Realm sword immortals of the Lishan Sword Sect in his flesh, and then took a sword from the Yanqiu Sect Master of the Feather Transformation Realm! In the end, he pierced the heart with a fixed storm and shattered his sword heart, in exchange for this opportunity to drink this wine with Dongting Jun and persuade him to turn back in time! ”

The voice of the sword spirit was like a muffled thunder exploding in the heart of the evil mantle, this was the memory of the storm, so the hidden feelings of the drink at the beginning did not know about it, and they naturally did not know it.

The body of the mountain language who was listening on the side trembled slightly.

"What's wrong?" Huai Zhi'an asked.

"That's the sword torture of the Kendo Sect!"

"Ask about the punishment of the sword?"

"In the kendo sect, if someone makes a big mistake that cannot be disobeyed, they must take over the strongest five people in the sect and each devote a sword, and they cannot resist or fight back." Shanyu said softly.

"And another use of the punishment of the sword is to take the initiative to accept the sword and make a request to the sect......"

Huai Zhi'an was silent.

The four Great Sword Immortals of the Vientiane Realm, and even the Sect Master of the Feather Transformation Realm, it was already a miracle that the five swords went down and did not die, but that Bai Yixuan senior was just a chance to persuade the benefactor to turn back.

"Not to mention breaking Kenshin'......" Shanyu shook his head, his eyes full of incredulity.

"Shattering the sword heart but not falling out of the realm of Vientiane, that means that Bai Yixuan's predecessor was not far away from feathering at that time, but once he shattered the sword heart, it means that the future is ruined!"

As soon as these words came out, even Whale Xiaohe couldn't help it: "Then why is he still ......?"

"To repay the favor."

Huai Zhi'an spoke softly, then was silent for a moment before adding: "Saving grace!" ”

"If Mo Yan chooses to turn back at that time, even if he betrays his master and becomes an enemy of the world, Bai Yixuan will resolutely stand by Mo Yan's side and forgive his sins with him!" The sword spirit glared at the evil mantis angrily, and his heart burned with anger from the "fixed storm".

Because the ink claw made a mistake, but let its owner be punished, so that the future of the master's kendo was ruined, the first time the sword blade was stained with blood, it was the master's blood, and the anger of the storm can be imagined!

This anger was naturally contagious to the current sword spirit.

But then a bleak and sad smile appeared on the sword spirit's face:

"It's a pity that Mo Yan didn't, but it intensified!"

"In desperation, Bai Yixuan forced himself to make a choice, so that the life-saving benefactor would die under someone else's sword, it would be better to die under his own sword."

"At least ......," the sword spirit looked up at the world.

"At least he can find a place to bury his savior! Rest in peace after death! ”

"This ...... How could this be? ”

The evil mantis covered his head and muttered his head, as if something had collapsed in his heart at this moment.

I don't want to believe it, but I have to believe it!

If so, what exactly did he hate for a thousand years?

The last gaze of the evil mantis fell on the three-foot Qingfeng in front of him, and his expression seemed to cry and laugh, crazy and crazy.

"Set the storm, fix the storm......"

The evil mantis muttered to himself, remembering the sigh that Bai Yixuan left when he left the sword when he left, he seemed to understand something, and smiled miserably.

"Set the storm! Set the storm! Hahahaha, is that what it means? ”

The evil cockroach laughed at himself, and the laughter gradually subsided,

Finally, he glanced at the three-foot Qingfeng in front of him, and the evil mantis reached out and drew his sword.

Seeing this scene, Shanyu and Whale Xiaohe were a little nervous, worried that the other party would fight back to death.

But Huai Zhi'an and Sword Spirit did not move, and they both noticed the sadness in the eyes of the evil mantle.

The evil mantis did not aim the blade at everyone, but threw it at Huai Zhi'an, with a calm expression:

"I don't care who you are, why you're here, kill me with this sword, I'll give you a chance."

After receiving a sword from the young Taoist priest, he would have died.

But it's okay for him to die, he deserves to die, but at least ...... Please let him die under Bai Yixuan's sword.

Huai Zhi'an caught the fairy sword and was a little silent.

That look is indeed the eyes of a person seeking death.

The heart is like ashes, just want to die!

Huai Zhi'an raised his sword, and the blade of the sword was pressed against the chest of the evil mantle.

And the evil cockroach looked up at the sword spirit as if it was returning to the light, and smiled hideously:

"Don't think I'm sorry to die! The first half of my life is me, the second half of my life is also me, the good is me, and the evil is also me! ”

"I don't regret what I've done, give me another chance, I still choose that!"

"I just did it casually to save Bai Yixuan back then, why do he need to beg for mercy for me in this extra move?"

"I, Dongtingjun, don't need anyone's sympathy and pity!"

Huai Zhi'an sighed, his palm was forced, and the long sword passed through his chest, and blood splattered three feet!

Feeling the familiar sword intent on the blade, the evil mantis vaguely saw the friend who drank with him at the beginning.

It is a friend, a benefactor, an enemy, and a mourner.

His complicated relationship with Bai Yixuan is just like his turbulent but complicated life.

The evil cockroach lost all its strength, looked up to the sky and fell to the ground, looking at the flawless sky, his abdomen rose and fell slightly, and the resentment and anger on his face all disappeared, leaving only the last calm, only the last sentence of his life was relieved:

"Looking back at the bleak place, returning, there is no wind and rain and no sunshine."

"That's ......"

Evil mantle, death!