Yuan Wu has always been a very contradictory person.

He has always been very low-key, or very forbearing, very bland.

When those people in the Bashan Sword Field were dominant, he didn't show much of his cultivation at all.

In the many stories of those people who are talked about in sword competitions, and many stories that make people's blood boil and make many young cultivators yearn for, there are very few of them, or only a faint shadow of him.

Therefore, it is not a pity that many storybooks and many classics in the world of cultivators were ordered to be burned by him after he ascended the throne.

But he undoubtedly had a great desire for success, a desire to make a contribution, and become a unique saint in history.

He had a lot of proud moments.

For example, the Sword Field of Annihilation Bashan made the most powerful sect at that time disappear quickly, suppressed the army with powerful means, and successfully ascended the throne.

For example, after the Lushan Huimeng was leveled by a sword, he began to call himself a widow.

At that time, in his opinion, there was no one in the world who could compare with him.

And in all his past, even if he doesn't say it, many people can figure it out in private that the thing he is most proud of is naturally killing Wang Jingmeng, and prying Wang Jingmeng's corner and getting Wang Jingmeng's woman Zheng Sleeve.

No matter how Zheng Sleeve and him intrigue in the end, and even in the end, it is a matter of life and death, but at least in the first few years of his ascension to the throne, he will feel that Zheng Sleeve naturally chose him because of emotional factors other than taking advantage of each other.

The final disgust over the years, in his opinion, is just because Zheng Sleeve's ambition has never been satisfied, has always been inflated, and he has become more and more disappointed by Zheng Sleeve.

But what is the reality?

From the beginning, Zheng Sleeve felt that he was just a tool to fulfill her ambitions.

Or in any way, in Zheng Sleeve's heart, in fact, he is not as good as Wang Jingmeng.

Maybe he didn't get any real affection from Zheng Sleeve from the beginning, or Zheng Sleeve has been regretting and chagrin all these years, so he is getting more and more disgusted with him and more and more disappointed in reality.

If you don't ask something, if you don't say something, you'll never get an answer.

But in Yuan Wu's opinion at this time, those spirit lotuses that have been bathed in starlight since the beginning of their birth can be the answer to the question.

This answer, like the star vitality burning in his body now, is like ten thousand ants devouring his heart to him.

Zheng Sleeve didn't look at his poignant smile.

Because she can't see anymore.

She herself relied on poison and secret methods to return to the light, and at this time, all the power in her body rushed out, and she had really reached the point where the oil ran out, her eyes lost their lustre, and even the water in her eyes was evaporated by the scorching breath emanating from her sword.

She has no love or hate at this time.

She has no answer for her own life.

By the end of the day, she had stopped thinking about it.

All thoughts are empty.

She was so focused that it was as if she had put her whole life in this sword.

She took the last step of her life.

This sword is like a point of no return.

Zhao Jianlu and Zhao Yi, who were not far from her and Yuan Wu, were shocked at this time.

Zhao Jianlu's sword intent was originally an outlaw sword.

Abandon me, forget yourself, and go homeless.

But even he couldn't exert such a sword intent as Zheng Sleeve at this time.

Zheng Sleeve's sword intent at this time and Zhao Jianlu's sword intent were combined to the extreme, and they were incisive and perfect.

Yuan Wu smiled bitterly, and he looked at Zheng Sleeve fiercely.

But he also had difficulty seeing Zheng Sleeve's face.

The heavens and the earth in front of him seemed to be completely ignited by this sword.

The huge furnace fell, and his eyes were red.

The stellar energy that passed through his body like an indissolvable toxin slowed down his reactions.

He swung his sword and slashed horizontally, blocking Zheng Sleeve's sword.

He was so angry that he couldn't control the surging power in his body at all.

However, there was a crisp click.

The wrist bone of his sword could not withstand the collision of the sword intents of the two sides, and it was directly shattered.

He was in severe pain, screaming violently, and the true yuan in his body forcibly bound his wrist like several strands of rope, making his entire arm and the natal sword in his hand become one, and the sword momentum did not stop.

While!

The blazing true fire parted like a wave in front of him, surging like a wall over his head and under his feet.

Zheng Sleeve even carried a sword, and was slashed out by his incomparably strong sword.

But at the same time, a crisp snap sounded from his right shoulder.

He had a terrible pain in his right shoulder, and it hurt his heart.

The bones of his right shoulder were also completely shattered, and some of the broken bone stubble even pierced his flesh and drilled out.

"Ahh

He let out an even louder cry of pain.

The cry was like the roar of a beast, containing a myriad of emotions, most of which was disbelief.

His body trembled from pain and intense emotional agitation.

The air outside him was fiery red.

His countenance, however, was bloodless.

Half of his body was stained with blood, and his right hand could no longer hold his natal sword, and the bright yellow sword light fell weakly from his hand.

I don't know if it's hot sweat or cold sweat from pain.

His hair was soaked with sweat, and strands of messy hair were glued together and stuck to his forehead and cheeks.

In Yuanwu's life, he has never been so painful, nor has he ever been so embarrassed.

Zheng Sleeve's body was flying upside down.

Her body was empty.

Because it is empty, it is easy.

She's never had it so easy in her life... If you're happy.

She used all her emotions and her life in this sword, and she was inexplicably happy.

Her consciousness began to fade.

But a smile tugged at the corners of her mouth.

The scorching heat around her made her feel warm at last.

She felt as if she was closing her eyes in the warm spring sun of Jiaodong County, falling down a hillside full of golden flowers, and falling asleep in the warm fragrance.

In Yuan Wu's cries of pain, there was silence inside and outside the port and even on the river surface in the distance of the Wei River.

Everyone's eyes didn't look at Yuan Wu, but fell on her, on the sword in her hand.

The feeling was strange to all.

At this time, Zheng Sleeve was completely different from the indifference she had always given to anyone, and she was extremely warm.

However, her figure quickly faded from everyone's view, except for the crimson sword, still spewing chaotic flames.

Her body began to disintegrate, turning to ashes and turning into red embers that danced with the flames.

Several cracks appeared in the golden phoenix robe, which did not disappear completely, and slowly fell to the river below.

The crimson sword hovered in the air for a moment.

On the ruined boat, Zhao Yi bowed to the place where Zheng sleeve disappeared.

He couldn't judge Zheng Sleeve's life, but at least the final battle, this sword, made him have enough respect.

The crimson sword flew back towards him, and he retracted his sleeve.