Sword, dripping with blood.

The man was still standing in place, his grimace mask had been removed, and he was not sluggish, but thoughtful.

Jairus returned to Guan Daocun's hands intact, but his body was already in tatters, and although he could still use a sword, it was obviously not enough. His left-handed swordsmanship had never been seriously cultivated, and when it came time for the real duel, he would inevitably lose.

The left hand is the habitual hand of the evil sword, and the sword spirit must be able to do it, but all kinds of things along the way make him dare not confront it head-on, and even evade it a little. But now he had no choice, as if all the tributaries had reached the time of unity, and he had to face the sword spirit and seek the slightest help.

The world in my mind is clearer than before, and I can see the outline of a mountain in the distance, and the snow scene in the distance, but it is not cold. Snow is always peaceful and peaceful, but when the duel comes, snow is also the best grave.

The sword spirit looked at Guan Daocun, his complexion was not good, because he had already reached the level of controlling Guan Daocun's left arm and became a part of Guan Daocun's soul, and now Guan Daocun's serious injury also hurt him.

The sword spirit is revealing its true form.

"You're not afraid of me anymore?" the sword spirit's deep voice sounded so ethereal in the snow.

"I'm not here to duel, friend. Guan Daocun was calm, even though the cold sweat had soaked the back of his clothes.

The sword spirit laughed, laughing wildly, almost crazy: "You still have the face to mention friends? How many times have I wanted to cooperate with you, how many times have I helped you, and I have not been abandoned? Ignored by you? How could you beg me?"

Guan Daocun lowered his head, but he was still trying to persuade: "Is there no other way?"

"Yes, but you're blocked. I've thought about working together for a long time, but how do you do it? You know it yourself. ”

Guan Daocun suddenly knelt down, and there were two more shallow pits in the snow, and he said: "I was wrong, I only now understand how selfish I am." Now that everyone is gone, I have no one to walk with me, I don't need to be selfish, please, friend, comrade-in-arms! help me, even if it kills me, and get everything back on track!"

The sword spirit didn't speak, and took a few steps forward, and the wolf-shaped body suddenly leaned down, like a horse that recognized the master, and the huge wolf head was almost attached to Guan Daocun's face.

Guan Daocun saw everything. Suddenly he had a strange feeling, his body became so light, a sense of relief spread all over his body, everything was unreal. A thick white mist appeared around Guan Daocun, like a white mist like the sword spirit transforming for the first time.

The sword spirit also turned into a white mist, and the two were entangled for a long time......

The snow stopped, and a figure reappeared in the quiet inner world, with only one arm, and the wide sleeve of the right half of the body fluttered in the wind; He held the sword in his left hand, which he held so tightly, and his left hand turned white from the exertion.

In this inner world, he is the only one, no longer a master personality, no longer a sword spirit, only the only person - the only Guan Dao Cun.

Guan Daocun opened his eyes, one black eye, one cyan eye, two souls praying for peace and peace finally became one, fighting side by side, he was no longer afraid of everything, even if there were thousands of troops.

Guan Daocun said to himself, "What's next?" and his voice was calm and full of confidence.

"Oh, the southern earth, the six roots are pure, if they can't be used by us, don't stay. The voice was low and murderous.

"I want to regain my footing and rebuild the gates. Just start in the south. ”

"That's a good idea, after all, that's the fastest place to build prestige. ”

"But if it's like today, I'm really the only one with the surname Guan. Guan Daocun's soul laughed at himself.

"So what, isn't there still someone, it's better to leave a lone seedling than to die. ”

Eyelid into the sheath, Guan Daocun strode away.

How much spark can two souls collide with?