Ten years ago. Someday.

Wuya: "Why is the red sword?"

Sony: "Are you really stupid or fake stupid? Red sword, red sword, of course it's a red sword!

Wuya: "Sony, you play with me!"

Shanzhao: "Do you remember the last time we competed, you lost too much blood and almost died?"

Wuya: "Ah...... Don't mention this ugly thing, you fucking know I can't beat you, and you're still so heavy!".

Soni: "It's because you are not good at swordsmanship, and if you don't practice swords well every day, you know that you are going around Chanyue, little pervert!"

Wuya: "Hehe, how can I be, I'm a good person!"

Shanzhao: "Wuya, do you know that in this red sword, there is the blood of the two of us, the blazing blood. ”

Ten years later. Today.

Even the howling wind tensed up. Thirty-six swords full of killing intent were in front of them in the blink of an eye.

The red sword is already in his hand, and the broken sword body looks vicissitudes and sadness, but the heat is unabated.

Wuya made a move, drew a full moon shape with sword light, used the sword as a shield, took three steps back, and blocked this attack stiffly.

"Ah Zhao, listen to me!"

"If you have nothing to say, use your sword to tell me!"

Well, there is only a war.

"Boundless donor, I'll deal with this killing sword array, and you will deal with the master of this villa. The bell still needs to be tied to the bell, and there should be a break between you and the deceased. As Master Zhiyong spoke, he took off his robe, sealed his hands, and faced the sword formation.

"It's a monk again, and monks like to meddle in things!" Shanzhao sighed.

"Amitabha. Shanzhao donor, Zhide's junior brother has offended a lot before, and the poor monk is here to accompany him. It's just that the sea of suffering is boundless, and the poor monk came this time to help the donor put down the butcher's knife and survive the killing. ”

"Crossing me, hehe, if the master really has the ability, how about overtaking the 36,000 undead in my sword array?"

As he spoke, Shanzhao made a sword with his fingers, pointed straight to the sky, looked at Master Zhiyong with numb eyes, and said, "Kill!"

The thirty-six swords instantly seemed to have an aura, and it seemed that there were invisible people manipulating in the dark, different directions, different angles, different moves, but with the same killing intent, surrounded the three of Master Zhiyong.

Every move is a lethal move, and every sword stabs at a person's fatal point. There is no other way but to fend and dodge. Although Xi Lei and Ding Yue are both good kung fu players, they can only be beaten in this sword array. If you are not careful, you will lose your life.

"My Buddha is compassionate!"

I saw Master Zhiyong's robe wandering around the three of them, resisting every move of the thirty-six swords. At the same time, he took off the Buddha beads he was wearing around his neck and shouted, "Open!" One hundred and eight Vajra Bodhi immediately scattered, and each two Bodhi faced one of the swords in the sword array, one for the main attack and one for the defense. The remaining thirty-six were deeply penetrated into each of the sword array diagrams.

For a while, the sky seemed to be full of Buddha's light, and Sanskrit chanting began.

The earth seemed to tremble slightly, and the flying sword in the air also trembled. Shanzhao's hand also trembled.

Master Zhiyong's clothes were torn a lot, but at some point he was already sitting in the middle of the sword killing array, and the robe was back on him.

And Xilei and Ding Yue were already covered in injuries.

"Hmmm Master Zhiyong's eyes were closed, and he chanted the six-character mantra of Buddhism. For a moment, the flying sword quieted down, and the murderous aura was gradually replaced by the peaceful, warm and solemn aura that permeated the air, and the thirty-six flying swords and the seventy-two Vajra Bodhi slowly fell around Master Zhiyong.

Master Zhiyong opened his eyes and frowned, a trace of blood oozing from the corner of his mouth.

"Shaolin's divine merit is well deserved!Good internal strength, good means!" Shanzhao clapped his hands and said, "I don't know what the master is called?"

"Amitabha, the poor monk's Dharma name is Zhiyong. Thank you for your mercy. Master Zhiyong said.

"Master, you're injured!" Ding Yue shouted.

Xilei ran over to help Master Zhiyong up and said, "Master!"

In fact, several of them saw it just now, in just a short period of time, although Master Zhiyong defeated the Thirty-six Heavenly Gang Killing Array with his great Buddhist powers, he was almost swallowed by the sword's anger and suffered internal injuries. But Shanzhao was not damaged at all.

Master Zhiyong shook his head and sighed: "Life in the world is like being in the midst of thorns, the heart does not move, people do not move, do not move, do not hurt; Donor, you still have good thoughts in your heart. It's just that the demons in your heart are too heavy, you should let go of your obsession and start again. ”

Shanzhao did not answer.

He looked at the boundless, his eyes complicated.

"Do you remember Soni all these years?"

"Yes. It cannot be forgotten and will not be forgotten. Wuya replied.

"Good. Just remember. Has your swordsmanship improved?" asked Shanzhao.

"Yes. Wuya replied.

"We compete with swords, I make ten moves, if you are not defeated, you will win. Shanzhao said.

"Good!" said Wuya. "If I win, can I exchange your forgiveness? ”

"Forgive?" Shanzhao shook his head again and sighed, "What's the use of forgiveness, what have we lived for all these years? ”

He looked at Wuya and smiled, "If you win against me, I will tell you about those two people." That smile, quiet and sad.

Wuya knew that the two people Shanzhao was talking about were Sophia and Minghao.

Draw your sword and duel.

Life or death doesn't matter to either of them.

The boundless sword, the sword is broken and the edge is undiminished, blazing like fire, and the sword body is red, it is a red sword.

Shanzhao's sword is like a sword but not a sword, like a knife not a knife, called an obsessive blade.

The first three moves are to explore each other's fiction and reality.

The last three moves, swordsmanship competition. Not each other.

Three moves, internal force competition. Shanzhao is slightly better.

This is the tacit understanding between the two of them. Although it has not changed for many years, it has not changed.

The last move is the real killer move. A sword is out, and the winner has been divided.

Shanzhao smiled and said, Wuya, you can finally beat me once.

The blade stayed at the neck of the boundless, but did not cut off. And the red sword pierced deep into Shanzhao's heart.

It turns out that this is the feeling of distress, it is real, the heart is hurting.

"Why don't you hide, why do you deliberately defeat me!Shanzhao, cheer up! You won't die!"

"Boundless, don't you think, life ...... Life is like a joke? What are we striving for? We have practiced swords all our lives, but we have not been able to ...... But even his beloved ...... I can't protect it, but I still have ...... alive What's the point? Is it just to kill people?" Shanzhao said intermittently, spitting blood from his mouth.

"Shanzhao, don't say it, I will definitely save you! Just like you saved me back then!" Wuya covered Shanzhao's wounds, but he couldn't cover the blood. The red sword was still in Shanzhao's chest, and the temperature was gradually cold.

"No...... You don't need to save it, you can't save it. I should have ...... Damn it. Boundless, actually, say sorry...... It should be me. Shanzhao's consciousness became more and more blurred, he took out a letter from his chest, handed it to Wuya, and said, "What I want to say...... It's all here. In this life, it is enough to know you. ”

As he spoke, he closed his eyes.

The blood-stained letterhead was still in his hand, and the fallen man was no longer breathing. It's like falling asleep, and the expression is so natural. I didn't have time to say much, but I had already prepared. Wuya now knows that what this person has been waiting for for so many years is not to kill, but to die.

When I opened the letter, the familiar font was reflected in front of me.

Wuya: When you read this letter, I must be dead, and it must be in your hands, and it must be under the red sword. Over the years, I have come to understand a truth. The meaning of the sword is divided into two kinds, one is love and the other is killing. It's like I used to forge swords and practice swords to protect the people I love, but then it turned into murder. In fact, Soni is not to blame for her death, but we can only say that we are not good at learning. There is a sky outside the sky, there are people outside the people, who can always be the winner. As a good brother who was born and died, I shouldn't have turned against you. It's just that he was young and frivolous at that time. Seeing you sacrifice your life for the woman you love, I watched Soni die in the fire, and I was unwilling. Just like you said, the valley lord of Sanssouci Valley, the killer Jin Peng, Mr. Hanyi, and the Ming Hao of Allure are all people who value love. For the sake of the beloved woman, or reluctant, or indifferent, or silent, or devoted, they all live in their own dignity. How can love and kill be distinguished?

I can't do anything for Soni anymore but to die with her. And you must fight for yourself and fight.

I've been waiting for you for seven years just to tell you three things.

First, seven years ago, in a battle with Ming Hao, a swordsman in Allure, he was defeated, but not because he was highly poisonous in his body and lost all the essence and blood in his body.

Second, Ming Hao told me that the little sister Nanzhen you rescued was not actually poisoned. When Mr. Wen Ghost rescued Sophia, he found that Nanzhen's blood was not similar to Sophia's, which means that her background was suspicious, and she was not a descendant of the Allure Royal Family.

Third, Sophia and Minghao will only live one.

No matter who lives, boundless, I bless you. will find their love. Please bless me and Soni as well. Because we will be in heaven, watching you.

The Red Sword can't be reforged for you, and this Crazy Blade is the proudest masterpiece of my life, and I give it to you. It's like me, and I'll fight with you, side by side, for love.

Shanzhao is a masterpiece.

"Amitabha, yesterday's is not unattainable, and if it is left, the roots will recur, and the dust will eventually be tired of reason; The benefactor is also a person of the utmost affection. Master Zhiyong sighed.

"Second brother, are you okay. Xi Lei said.

Wuya didn't speak. Pick up that crazy blade, as familiar as a red sword. There was a line of words deep on the blade.

A little deeper.