At this time, Meng Tian stepped forward, saluted the white-clothed swordsman, and said indifferently: "Senior, the little woman asks for a fight." ”

Meng Tian was born with a sword bone, and the unintentional sword path is natural, free and easy, and in harmony with the Tao.

Looking at Meng Tian, the white-clothed swordsman's face changed slightly, and he asked softly, "Why does the little girl want to fight with me?"

Meng Tian said: "If we can't defeat our predecessors, we can't move forward." ”

The white-clothed swordsman asked casually, "I wonder what chance the little girl has?"

Meng Tian said frankly: "There is no chance of winning. However, after I am defeated, I will join forces with Brother Yan to fight my predecessors again, and I will never die. ”

The white-clothed swordsman sighed lightly in his heart, "Little girl, why bother?"

Meng Tian said: "We have no choice. ”

The white-clothed swordsman asked, "Do you think the little brother is right?"

Meng Tian said calmly: "I don't know, but I believe in Brother Yan, this belief is beyond doubt in any situation, no matter whether it is right or wrong, do not seek results, work together in the same boat, and move forward." ”

The white-clothed swordsman pondered, hesitated slightly, and then was relieved. He put the simple and unpretentious long sword across his chest, looked solemn, and said in a deep voice: "Little girl, this sword is called 'Sadness', and it is closely related to the fate of the old man's life. Today, if the old man is defeated, this sword will be inherited by you, are you willing?" the voice was heavy, with a touch of sadness and desolation.

Meng Tian realized, and said: "The predecessor commanded, the little woman dare not disobey." ”

The white-clothed swordsman bowed his head slightly, and said loudly: "If you want to seek the heart of the ancient benevolent people, or do something different, why not? It is a worry about advancing and a worry about retreating. But when will it be happy? It will be said: The worries of the world are worried, and the joys of the world are happy. Weisi people, who am I with the return? A song of joy and sorrow, telling all the things of life. Before the words fell, his eyes became dim, his expression was sad, and his body was in harmony with the Tao, as if he was one with all things in heaven and earth, and the plants and trees were sad, and the wind and clouds changed color. He stabbed out with a sword, plain, but with an irresistible magic. When the sword blade passed, the grass and trees withered in an instant, which was strange and unpredictable.

Seeing this, Yan Shan and Meng Tian were stunned and frightened.

The sword was sheathed, and everything came to an abrupt end.

The white-clothed swordsman stood with his sword in his hand, his expression returned to normal, and he said indifferently: "Little girl, this move is the highest level of sorrow and sorrow sword intent, do you understand?"

Meng Tian nodded slightly, her face was desolate, and she said softly: "The little woman understands. ”

The white-clothed swordsman smiled indifferently and said softly: "Very good, then you can make a move!"

Meng Tian took the rusty long sword and smiled sadly. In an instant, her eyes became dim, her expression was sad, her body and Tao were one, as if she was one with all things in heaven and earth, and the plants and trees were sad, and the wind and clouds changed color. She stabbed out with a sword, plain, but with an irresistible magic.

The white-clothed swordsman smiled happily and swung his sword to meet him.

Suddenly, a flash of lightning streaked across the sky.

Meng Tian was as fast as the wind, turned into a phantom, and then disappeared, as if he had merged with the rusty long sword. The rusty long sword suddenly turned into a blood-colored sword light, as fast as lightning, and it was unstoppable.

Seeing this, Yan Shan's heart was horrified, and tears fell instantly.

The white-clothed swordsman felt a slight tremble, and then laughed.

The next moment, the blood-colored sword light pierced through the body of the white-clothed swordsman.

In the blink of an eye, Meng Tian had already appeared behind the white-clothed swordsman, kneeling on one knee, holding the rusty long sword in his hand. Her expression was sad, her eyes were dark, and her crystal tears glittered with endless sorrow.

This move is a combination of human and sword, and Meng Tian has the heart of death.

The white-clothed swordsman had a clear sword heart, and immediately understood his intentions, and instantly dispersed his protective qi. Meng Tian survived, but was also seriously injured.

The last rays of the setting sun vanished into the sky.

The white-clothed swordsman sat cross-legged, placing the sword of sorrow on his knees, his expression indifferent, and he had already passed away.

Yan Shan looked at the white-clothed swordsman and felt sad.

Instead of wiping the tears from their faces, they let it dry naturally.

This peerless white-clothed sword god fell, like a flash in the pan, although it was short-lived, but it was as bright as a star. He is gone, and he takes with him many secrets.

In the hazy night, a new tomb appeared on the hillside, and the tombstone was inscribed: The Tomb of the White-clothed Sword God Zhuo Bufan.