The fourth day of the fifth month. It was close to noon. Suncheon Palace.

When the silver needle approached the king of Suncheon, a faint qi was flowing. The silver needle fell.

Murong Bai's eyes flickered.

The two of them came.

Murong Bai seemed to see the blood of a strong man, and the tears of a strong man.

Now the strong man has no tears, only blood.

Passionate. Vengeful blood.

The two of them came.

King Shuntian didn't go to see the two, but said to Murong Bai. "If I'm not mistaken, these two should be the protectors of Murong Villa."

"You're not mistaken. Instead, Fengyun Crane rushed to the road. "We are the protectors of Murong Villa, and we are breaking through the sky. ”

"Oh?" said King Shun in a light tone and a gentle voice. "Yes, very good, the two of them dare to break into the palace, it is indeed very good. ”

"It's not good. ”

"How bad. ”

"Of course it's not good if the silver needle didn't pierce your eyes." ”

"Oh?" said King Shuncheon with a cold smile. "You two are here to avenge your brother?"

"I'm sure you can see that. ”

King Shun shook his head and smiled.

"Yes, I can see that, but you're not here for revenge, I think you're here to die..."

The two of them snorted coldly.

"The two of us didn't plan to get out alive!"

"Yes, great. King Shuntian glanced at Murong Bai again. "You're all a man"

Xing broke through the void but interrupted him.

"You don't have to look at him, and he won't make a move. ”

Murong Bai did not speak.

Shuncheon King Road.

"Oh, you know?"

Xing Pokong's voice seemed hoarse.

"I know. Not only do I know, but I also know," he shouted, "Jiangnan Tiger Hill, Wulin Murong, haha, the number one swordsman in the world was originally a groveling coward! a coward, but I knew it too late," he laughed as he spoke.

The boy has tears and doesn't flick. But there seemed to be tears in this smile.

The words of laughter were like a needle, piercing deeply into Murong Bai's heart.

Murong Bai was still speechless.

Fengyun Crane suddenly struck!

It is also a silver needle, nine needles in one shot.

King Shuntian is the king of the sea god, his martial arts are unfathomable, if he wants to fight alone, it is like Fei'e fighting a fire, even if it is death, they also make this death have some value, only by sneaking up with a hidden weapon silver needle, there is a chance of revenge!

The silver needle is extremely fast.

A stone's throw away.

King Shun still didn't move.

Does he really want to die?

The sword is fast to the extreme.

The sword flashed. Meet the silver needle.

The needle falls on the heartbreak.

Fengyun Crane and Xing Breaking Empty Footsteps are retreating.

Murong Bai also smiled at this time. He seemed to have made some kind of decision, made some kind of heart, and he smiled indifferently.

"You're right, you're right. He looked at the two of them, his sword already in hand.

Fengyun crane looked up to the sky and laughed.

"Murong Bai, you can kill us, even if you kill us, we will say so!"

Murong Bai didn't speak again.

The blade of the sword is contending. The sword is already speaking. Murong Bai was ready to make a move against Fengyun Crane and the two of them.

How could Murong Bai, who had a prominent family background, tolerate such an insult?

Of course he should have shot!

Shuncheon King Road.

"Why do you bother to do it when the needle has fallen?"

King Shuntian smiled at Murong Bai.

"Since they're here for revenge, why don't you let them try it and give them a chance. ”

King Shuntian's smile slowly sank.

The sword is cold and murderous.

The two of them immediately felt the murderous aura.

A dozen people came in. In fact, they came early, their pace was steady, they walked silently, and the two of them looked back and saw them.

Sixteen men wore their hair tied and their clothes wide. The style of the clothes resembles the old dynasty.

King Shuncheon seemed to be satisfied, "This is a newcomer who has been newly trained since Neptune Island. New people, new blood. ”

Murong Bai was listening. He could see it too.

Sixteen are like a full bow. Arrows on strings.

Grinding is waiting to be released.

New blood tries new strikers.

Two against sixteen people.

Sixteen shots!

This is the first time that sixteen people have made a move, and sixteen swords are out together, and the sword light is great.

Sixteen people clashed with each other, and the cycle repeated.

The two of them clenched their backs to the hilt of their swords.

Iron-blooded clashes.

The two were surrounded.

The two of them swung their swords backhand to meet them!

There is only one word for Fengyun Crane and Xing Pokong.

"Spelling"

The sun is in full bloom, what is it when blood blooms in the sun?

They are supported by a sword and a vengeful blood.

What else is there but to fight them?

Iron wears and blood drains.

There were seventeen or eighteen sword wounds on the two of them. Seventeen or eighteen openings, not injured in critical places, bleeding, the two are still desperate. They struggled to hold on.

Murong Bai could see that although both of them had seventeen or eighteen wounds on their bodies, they were not dead. It's not that the sixteen people are incompetent, but they do it on purpose.

New swords need to be sharpened, and new people need to be sharpened.

The fighting continues.

They will drain the blood of both.

Now the two of them are the stones for sharpening the sword.

The two of them are like meat on a chopping board, bound to die at the hands of man.

Murong Bai stood there silently, his gaze shrinking.

Their flesh was cut off by the sword, and many pieces were thin.

Their blood will drain up. Both of their lives will come to an end.

Although the sun was shining, it was so cold that their bodies seemed to freeze

Unable to fight back, they held their swords to the ground, and the two of them struggled to survive in the end with pain and vengeance. They can fall and fall to the ground at any moment. Some of the sword edges turned over the white flesh to reveal the white bones, and the blood continued to ooze out.

It's miserable, like pigs and dogs under a butcher's knife.

The Crane and the Row are not pigs and dogs. The two are human.

Sixteen stopped.

They stopped.

They seem to be waiting, what are they waiting for?

King Shun said at this time. He obviously knew that it was Murong Bai's person, so he seemed to ask.

"They are the people of Murong Villa"

Murong Bai replied in affirmative.

"Yes. ”

"So I can't kill them, you know?"

"Yes, I understand. ”

Murong Bai already understood.

Of course, the people of Murong Villa have to deal with it with the people of Murong Villa.

King Shuncheon said, "These two people will be left to you"

King Shuntian handed Murong Bai a sword. No matter what sword was handed to Murong Bai, it was definitely a divine weapon. Not to mention two dying men who have no resistance.

Murong Bai took the sword.

The four protectors are loyal, can Murong Bai really start?

Murong Bai understood better. The four protectors are the people they trust the most, and the true trust of the Seagod King can only be won by killing the person they trust the most.

So Murong Bai had to do it, and he couldn't help it.

The sword is ruthless, and the hero is ruthless. The sword in the hand of the hero must be even more ruthless!

The hero swings his sword and beheads people.

The sword flashed.

There were no tears in Murong Bai's eyes, and no blood on his sword. Two more heads.

Blood falls to the ground like petals beautifully.

It's been a long time. King Shuntian sighed before saying.

"I know. ”

"You know?"

Shuncheon King Road.

"Although there are no tears in your eyes, there is still love in your heart. When you swing your sword, your eyes are a little hesitant, a person with feelings can't be a hero. ”

Murong Bai did not speak.

What can he say?

King Shuntian Zhengse said, "But a person with feelings is more worthy of my trust." King Shun took his hand.

"However, I hope you can be a hero from today onwards!" said Shun Tianwang's voice softened slightly. King Shuntian took Murong Bai's hand and sighed again.

"I don't have a son, and someone has to inherit my hegemony. ”

"Yes. Murong Bai only said two words in a grateful voice.

The two walked into the backyard.

Extremely dense secret room.

In the Chamber of Secrets. A light like a bean.

Extremely secret.

"Gao Yucheng is not injured?"

"I don't know. ”

"When did you and Gao Yucheng fight in Jinling City?"

"The Dragon Boat Festival is in the sun, on the city of Jinling. ”

"On the fifth day of the fifth month of May, tomorrow will be a victorious battle" King Shuntian's voice suddenly deepened. "The decisive battle in Jinling on the fifth day of the fifth month of May was our plan"

"Yes. ”

"Why did she take the initiative to fight?"

Murong Bai said, "On the fifth day of the fifth month of the fifth month, didn't they have an ambush? Or did they already know that they had plans and other plans?"

Murong Bai said again: "Is there a change in the plan?" ”

"The plan was perfect. ”

"The plan doesn't change?"

"No change. ”

King Shuncheon smiled.

"In the world, you and I join forces, who else can stop you?"

Night, Tiger Hill Jiangnan.

The night in Jiangnan seems to have a kind of beauty. The beauty of solitude.

Murong Villa.

The night approached the third watch. The lights of Murong Villa are still on. Even the servants and servants in the cottage had slept. But Murong Bai hasn't slept yet, and he still has a lot of things to do tomorrow.

Murong Bai stared at the sword.

The apricot yellow sword spike has faded a little, and the ancient patterns on the ancient scabbard and swallow mouth have gradually blurred and become particularly mysterious.

He drew his sword.

The blade of the sword was still cold.

In the past hundred years, in addition to the ancient famous sword dragon spring, fish intestines and other seven swords can be famous all over the world, other swords are also famous because of people, and also because of their names, and now the most famous sword is the sword in Murong Bai's hand.

Murong Bai wiped it with a pure handkerchief. Tomorrow this sword will kill.

This sword has been in existence for a hundred years, and I don't know how many people have been defeated in the hands of this sword in a hundred years. When you hold this sword, you will feel the signal coming from the sword.

Confidence!

Whoever holds this sword is never defeated!

If you hold this sword, you will have the same faith!

He sighed somehow.

What does he sigh about?

The night seems lonely in the mountain villa, the sigh seems lonely, and the lonely man seems to be even more lonely in the sword!

The light on the sword is brighter, does it already know that it is waiting to be killed tomorrow?

Night.

Jinling City.

Night. Sleepless.

A dim light.

Dressed in white, the light shines on the white clothes, and the clothes appear whiter. Gao Yucheng stared at the sword on the table.

The sword is three feet long, and the sword has not yet been unsheathed, but there is already a sword sound.

"Dragon Boat Festival is in the sun, on the city of Jinling"

He sighed.

Why did he sigh?

Will he be confident on the day of tomorrow's decisive battle?

He wondered why he was so uncertain.

Because of the sword.

The masters of the hands are at war with each other.

The battle of fame is also a battle of swords, and it is also a battle of faith.

Although the sword in his hand is a steel sword that has been tempered for thousands of years, how can it compare to the sword that has been passed down for a hundred years in Murong Villa.

So what he lacks now is a kind of confidence, the confidence brought by the sword, the master originally didn't need the confidence brought by the sword, but this time it was different.

This time it's the number one swordsman in the world.

So the sword is important.

There was a knock on the door.

The first one to walk in was Wanqing.

"You're here. ”

"Hmm. ”

Wanqing gently held his hand. The hand holding the sword.

"I believe in you. ”

"I know. ”

"It doesn't matter who the other person is. ”

"I know. ”

A lover's hand is often the warmest and most steady. But it doesn't necessarily calm his mind.

He sighed again.

The second one to come in was the Dream Princess.

"Is this battle really going to happen?"

"What kind of people are what kind of people go what kind of way. Now that King Shuntian is ready to make a move, the most powerful of his subordinates is Murong Bai, and only by containing Murong Bai can we have a chance..."

"So it's just you..."

"I know. ”

"I know you're tired, and I can see you're worried. ”

"What's the concern?"

"Murong Bai is known as the number one swordsman in the world, I know that you are not without confidence. ”

"You know?"

"It's because of the sword. ”

The third one to come in was Liu Ruyi.

"I know that the battle of masters, the right time, the right place, the right people, the battle of fame, and the battle of swords, so I bring you confidence. ”

Liu Ru not only came, but also brought him a sword.

"Long Yuan. ”

Long Yuan was arguing with the sword in his hand.

"What now?"

"With a sword in hand, you can fight. ”

The night is as deep as water.

Two tired people, two people who did not know each other in their lives and did not have any hatred, picked up the sword again, and the sword was opposite to each other.

Their swords represent more than just swords.

Behind the sword: fame and fortune, world affairs, life.

They had to pick up their swords.

Is this the fate of the sword, or is it the fate of man?