A timid and cowardly puppet-like woman, but before she died, she made the only choice in her life.

Three self-righteous men were disturbed and all disproportionate.

But it was designed by the people behind the scenes, and everything was perfect.

Right and wrong, it seems to be less important at this moment. Who's right and who's right is even more pale. Qin Shuang was silent, Nie Feng looked sad and embarrassed, and Bu Jingyun hugged Kong Ci's corpse, which had lost his breath, with a hideous expression, and actually burst into tears.

Bu Jingyun ran away, he didn't want to give Kong Ci to anyone, even if Kong Ci was dead. Died at his own hands.

Nie Feng also left. Kong Ci's last words before his death made his position extremely awkward. Although my heart was sad, I didn't want to stay longer.

Qin Shuang didn't leave, and he was now repeating four words in his mind: "Master" and "Xiongba".

At the top of the mountain, fifty zhang higher in the air, Xue Wushu sat empty, looking down at the farce below. Finally, after Bu Jingyun and Nie Feng had left, they floated down, standing in front of Qin Shuang and looking at him expressionlessly.

"Are you here again?, come to see my jokes?" Qin Shuang didn't want to make a fuss about this elusive black-robed mysterious man in Nine Dragons. The other party must have been here for a long time, and maybe even earlier than him. Now that he has appeared, I don't know how he will laugh at it.

"Life is not the beginning, death is not the end, life and death are just cycles of experience. If your wife is dead, it can be regarded as a well-deserved death, and it is better to be alive than to be a puppet and not be able to do anything. At least in her heart, there should be no regrets. ”

Qin Shuang nodded very lonely, and said with a wry smile: "She has nothing to worry about." But the living can't swallow this bitterness!"

"Why bother? There is revenge, revenge, resentment, and complaining. Kong Ci is a puppet in the hands of others, so why shouldn't you Qin Shuang be the same? You should have read that secret book, right? Poison is not poisonous? Poison is not poisonous! But no poison is not a husband! In this world of cannibalism, if you are soft-hearted, how much better can you end up than Kong Ci? If you don't want to be a puppet, then try to break free from those shackles on your body!"

"You're trying to turn me back?"

Xue Wusuan smiled and said jokingly: "A superstitious fate cares about the life and death of his apprentices, and uses three indiscriminate means to provoke his apprentices to kill each other, why can't you oppose him? Kong Ci has to choose once for himself when he dies, why can't you?"

Qin Shuang was stunned when she heard this.

Xue Wusuan was very satisfied with Qin Shuang's reaction. This is an extremely good spokesperson. Even better than Sikong Xuan in the Celestial Dragon World. Delicate-minded, flexible-minded, affectionate, and capable. The only drawback is that it is difficult to give up the kindness to the hero. This is also the reason why Xue Wushu wasted his mind and constantly brainwashed him.

"What the hell is your purpose?"

"The purpose of the world will be the purpose of this king. ”

"You!Do you want to swallow the world?!" Qin Shuang's heart beat wildly, he didn't expect that the other party would be so calculating, and he would say it directly as a matter of course.

"Hey, Benjun has such a big appetite, why can't he swallow it in one bite? You'll see this gentleman's methods in the future. Now I advise you to practice the cheats book given to you as soon as possible. Otherwise, your world will be in chaos, and it would be good to protect yourself with your means. ”

Qin Shuang didn't speak, but watched as this mysterious person actually disappeared in front of his eyes, and there was no trace of him again. My heart was shocked and full of questions.

"I'm afraid this person's strength and means are arrogant in the world, right? Why do you have to plan the world with all your might? With his strength, I guess the master can't parry, right? Why do you have to trouble so much?"

Why? Everything is for the Juggernaut, for the earth-shattering Sword Twenty-Three!

The hero can die, but definitely not now. He must live and become the last obsession of the Juggernaut. Only in this way can the Sword Master give birth to the final Sword Twenty-Three! That move is known as "a sword move that is not created by human beings".

Qin Shuang returned to the Heavenly Frost Hall with a large number of flavors. Drove away a group of disciples who were about to go to Feiyun Hall to find a step in the Feiyun Hall to fight for the clouds. Shut yourself in a secret room. Secretly distracted. The eyes are fixed on the position of the dark grid.

"Kong Ci has to choose once for himself when he is dying, and why can't you!" Xue Wushuan's voice still echoed in Qin Shuang's mind, and he couldn't get rid of it. At this time, all he thinks about is the past.

While thinking about it, I unconsciously opened the secret grid, and took out the cheats book and the fishy little ding......

Early the next morning, on an official road not far from the Tianxia Society, many passers-by noticed a gorgeously dressed old man with a sword full of white hair who was hurrying away with his head down. The old man didn't say a word, as if he was seriously ill, his face was gray, and his head was covered with fine sweat. The ox carts and horse-drawn carts passing by all beckoned the old man to be willing to give him a ride, but the old man never reacted at all, and walked forward on his own.

The old man is the Juggernaut. He is over 100 years old, and with some injuries he suffered when he was young, he now clearly feels that his end is approaching. But he was not willing to die. So a few days ago he went to a lonely grave, which was the grave of the wife of the only person in Kendo today who convinced the Sword Master. Count the days, and the death date of this lonely grave is also in these days.

The man has no name, and the person sends "nameless". At the age of eighteen or nineteen, he suddenly appeared in the rivers and lakes, his swordsmanship was superb, and he had no rival, and he had become an invincible legend at the age of thirty. Later, because his wife was poisoned in retaliation, Nameless was never heard from, and they all said that Nameless was dead. But Juggernaut didn't believe it.

I stayed in front of the lonely grave for three days before I saw the nameless. He really didn't die, and came to pay tribute to his deceased wife. Moreover, the nameless cultivation has reached the point where the Sword Saint is dumbfounded: the Heavenly Sword Realm!

In the realm, the Sword Saint thinks that this life cannot be compared with Nameless. But he was not convinced by the sword moves. He created twenty-two swords! It doesn't necessarily mean that he can't create twenty-three swords! Even if he is dying now.

Nameless was not optimistic about him, and felt that the twenty-third sword could not be created by humans. Juggernaut doesn't believe it. Moreover, the first person to propose "Sword Twenty-Three" to him was not nameless, but the mysterious person in the black robe of Nine Dragons.

All the way, all the way, an old swordsman whose life is about to reach the end is still thinking about the sword before he dies!

The traffic, the laughter and scolding of passers-by, and the chirping of birds in the forest are all deaf. When he had to walk to the gate of the mountain of the Tianxia Society, the Sword Saint looked up at the countless steps that pierced into the sky.

"The old man practiced swords, learned swords, and only swords in his body. Created 22 swordsmanship moves, admired by everyone. Now the time limit has come, but the last sword, "Sword Twenty-two," has never been displayed in front of the people of the world! That sword twenty-three may be difficult to understand, but this sword twenty-two can shock the world! Kill that male tyrant in child's play! Let the old man become a famous sword saint for a hundred generations! No, I can't die yet, I want to go up, I want to kill the hero!"

Every step the Sword Master took was beyond the limits of his life, and suddenly he seemed to see a person standing on the steps in the distance, in a black robe and tattooed gold nine dragons.

It's him! He's here! By the way, he said that he would see the old man wash the world with twenty-three bloody swords! But to disappoint him, the old man still doesn't have the idea of that sword.

Suddenly, the words that the black-robed man from the Nine Dragons gave him came to his mind.

"It's overwhelming,

The sword is inexhaustible,

Whatever is too much,

Fate will end soon!"

The Sword Saint suddenly looked up at the sky, and muttered in his mouth: End!