Tang Ci has untied the Shen Ke in his heart, and gradually recovered his 'true self'.

Feng Linwan also has to start retiring and waiting for the flowers to bear fruit.

First of all, Qin Changfeng, Qin Changfeng is also a trouble.

If he is alive, then there will always be his legend, which is not conducive to Tang Ci's prominence, so... When Tang Ci defeated Yan and returned to his small courtyard, all he saw was Qin Changfeng's corpse.

Of course, this corpse was forged by a corpse of similar size that Feng Linwan casually turned out from a mass grave.

So immediately afterwards, there was Tang Ci who entered the world martial arts alone, broke through seventeen levels in a row, not only saw most of the martial arts monuments, but also killed hundreds of disciples of the martial arts sect in the world, and then left a shocking sword, cut off a martial arts monument, and calmly left.

And hearing the news of Qin Changfeng's death, not only a large number of flower season girls were heartbroken, hiding in the boudoir and crying silently.

Yang Xiaoyun's youngest daughter was also extremely depressed, and the whole person seemed to have been drained of her soul.

Fate has not really begun, it has already ended completely.

And Feng Linwan broke a law called 'True Fragrance', a manly man, he does what he says, and if he says he won't start, he won't start.

As the city lord of Tianxia City again, he naturally can't be regarded as if someone broke into the world's martial arts sect and cut off a martial monument.

So... As a qualified villain, Feng Linwan arranged wave after wave of manpower and began to hunt down Tang Ci all over the rivers and lakes.

This not only promotes the reputation of Tang Ci, but also makes Tang Ci stronger and stronger.

Tang Ci's reputation gradually overshadowed the four major disciples of Tianxia City and Qin Changfeng, who had been shocking before.

even gradually detached from the level of young talents, and advanced in the direction of a real martial arts master.

On the rivers and lakes, there are more and more legends about Tang Ci, and at the same time, the name of Tang Ci is becoming more and more dazzling.

Some people have even begun to give Tang Ci a name like 'Sword Saint'.

This kind of name seems to be a bad street, which is indispensable in the martial arts, fairy and even fantasy worlds. But anyone with such a nickname is not an easy person. Unless the title of 'Sword Saint' is not an honorific title for others, but a realm that cultivators have the opportunity to reach.

"The few wisps of providence obtained by killing the Daqing Emperor and the Tatar leaders before have all been refined. The newly born true qi, but it is clearly distinguished from the original true qi, and there is no intention of merging into one at all, but it is not in conflict... It's weird. It's like two different dimensions appear in the same meridian. Feng Linwan got up from the bed, and he was slightly worried about his own cultivation in his heart.

From the moment he made up his mind and fused with the will of heaven, his hundred-layer qi cultivation had already deviated from the original track.

"I really want to know what kind of demeanor it will be when you completely change your true qi and absorb a lot of heavenly will and turn into magical powers. Every time he thought of this, Feng Linwan couldn't help but be excited.

Half a year went on. In the past six months, Feng Linwan not only made the decision, but also passed on the position of the lord of the world city to Xu Zhen, and even let Xu Zhen marry Yang Xiaoyun's eldest daughter.

Under his strong suppression, the city of the world did not fall apart.

It's just that in this way, Su Xiu and Xie Qinghou's hearts were scattered, and they soon set up their own doors.

Although Yan Martyrdom did not leave, he became more and more withdrawn, hiding himself in the bamboo forest manor outside the city, and it was difficult to take another step.

When the time came, Feng Lin Wan withdrew from the world as scheduled, and then replaced with the charging plug-in that had been prepared for a long time.

Adjust the time and re-enter the world.

At this time, it was already the tenth year after Feng Lin handed over the world city and announced that he was sitting in a dead pass as Yang Xiaoyun, in order to break through the boundary between heaven and man, break the limit, and shatter the void.

At this time, the world's rivers and lakes are no longer the only ones in the world.

There is even a new imperial court standing on the rivers and lakes.

And it was Tang Ci who supported this court.

If it weren't for Tang Ci, the current lord of the country would be just a small prince, and he would be in danger in the chaos.

It's just that after the country stabilized a little, this originally loved the people like a son, and the gentle and obedient lord of the state of Chen, but took the opportunity to set up a banquet to entertain Tang Ci, who was named the emperor, and came with a round of poisonous wine, knife and axe hands, crossbowmen and martial arts masters to besiege and kill the package.

That night, blood stained the capital.

Not only did the close guards of the lord of the Kingdom of Jun all die, but the black armor Xuancai of the Central Plains of the Three Thousand Earthquakes was completely wiped out, and the top masters on the rivers and lakes even died twelve in a row, and among the masters who besieged Tang Ci, only two of them survived.

One became blind and the other armless.

And Tang Ci, who was dyed white with blood, denounced the lord of the country, and then turned into a sword hanging from the sky, warning the lord of the country that he must treat the people of the world well, otherwise he will return at any time and take off the head of the lord.

At this point, the reputation of Tang Ci has reached a peak.

Now all this seems to have faded under time, and the legend of Tang Ci is also deliberately diluted by the rivers and lakes and the imperial court, and it will gradually turn into a legend.

Tianxia City, as early as six years ago, has been reduced to ruins.

Situ Huiyun took her youngest daughter, as well as her eldest daughter and the only son left behind by Xu Zhen after her death, and went overseas.

Seven years ago, Xu Zhen had died at the hands of his once best brother in order to protect the city of the world. Then Yang Xiaoyun's eldest daughter, Yang Rong gave birth to a posthumous child and died of depression.

A ruin, overgrown with weeds, and the barren appearance seems to have been abandoned for hundreds of years.

But in fact, it is only less than six years ago.

The martial monuments in the city of the world have been taken away.

Only the one at the gate remained.

It is precisely because it is never disguised that no one cares, and in the end it is preserved.

Occasionally, there will be some people in the rivers and lakes, passing by this barren martial arts city, sighing that when Yang Xiaoyun was in the past, the prosperity of the world city, sighing.

What no one knows is that in this barren city, there is still this today's martial arts myth.

Sword Saint Tang words.

Feng Linwan had already left a mark on Tang Ci's body, so even after ten years, he could still find him accurately.

Ten years have worn out Tang Ci's sharpness and sharpness again.

It's all back to basics.

But it is very different from the original simplicity.

Just as seeing a mountain is a mountain, there is a difference between seeing a mountain and seeing a mountain.

Feng Linwan did not disturb Tang Ci's peaceful life, but approached quietly and took out the trapping net.

"Who?" A sword aura suddenly erupted and shot in the direction of Feng Linwan.

Feng Lin said secretly: "!" deftly dodged the sword qi.

There was a gap in the level of civilization, and Tang Ci, as a mere martial artist, discovered that Feng Lin was quietly approaching.

"How did he find mine?" Feng Linwan was simply stunned.

Tang Ci was already full of gray and long hair at this time, but in ten years, he was too old, too old, and he was born early, but he had the bearing of a grandmaster.

In fact, in the rivers and lakes, there is already a pulse of freedom gate and a line of sword saint mountain, both of which are inherited from Tang Ci. These two factions all regard him as their ancestors, but Tang Ci himself doesn't recognize it.

Tang Ci held a broom in his hand, with surprise and novelty in his eyes: "It's you!" Should I call you Master, or Yang City Lord... Or something else?"