No one knows what it means that he needs a sword now.

But in the eyes of these soldiers and cultivators who were still loyal to him, even if he committed suicide and died, he could save some face.

Therefore, a cultivator standing beside him silently handed over a sword.

Yuan Wu held the sword.

The moment he held the sword in his hand, it seemed that some life force returned to his body.

However, his hands began to tremble at the same time.

"It's too heavy. ”

He looked at the sword and shook his head, "A lighter sword." ”

This sword is called "Qing Jue", and it is not the standard sword of the Qin Dynasty, but in the world of cultivators, the weight of this sword is not very heavy.

The surrounding sergeants and cultivators still didn't understand what he was thinking, but when they heard his words, more than a dozen swords were handed over.

These swords range from short swords as thin as cicada's wings, to three-foot-long swords with finger wrappers, and as long as seven-foot swords, but the blades are extremely thin and light, and their weight is only a fraction of that of ordinary swords.

Yuan Wu glanced at the swords and grasped one of the withered yellow long swords.

This sword is called "Xuanmu", and it is made of a kind of adamantine wood in the extremely cold land, and after polishing, the sharpness is comparable to that of pure gold, but the weight is one-third of that of ordinary Xuantie swords.

Yuan Wu gripped the sword, and then he stood up.

This sword was very much like a crutch to him at this time, but he stood up and stopped trembling, and the soldiers and cultivators around him still had more admiration and admiration in their eyes when they looked at him.

The current Yuan Wu no longer has any true yuan in his body, and for the world of cultivators, he is a wasted person, but even so, his posture of holding a sword, the kind of bearing that uses a sword, is still something that few people can match.

Yuan Wu swung his sword.

There was a slight whining in the air.

The hollowness in Yuan Wu's eyes disappeared a little, he seemed to be alive again, and laughed self-deprecatingly, "This sword is called Qianqing Wind, with the cultivation of the widow in the past, it is a palace, and it will also be swept out, I can't imagine that it can only bring such a wind like an old dog whimpering." ”

The sergeants and cultivators behind him were all sad, and some even burst into tears.

"Let's go. ”

Yuan Wu waved his hand very lightly, motioning for these sergeants and cultivators to leave.

"Holy Lord!" the sergeants and cultivators were shocked and raised their heads one after another.

"What's the point of you staying?" Yuan Wu just waved his hand again and laughed sarcastically, "In the end, it's not just between me and him?"

A cultivator heard what Yuan Wu meant, and said movingly: "Holy Lord, you want to talk to Ding Ning..."

Yuan Wu glanced at him, nodded, and interrupted his words

Anyone could tell that he had made up his mind.

Everyone could tell that he didn't want to talk anymore.

The sergeants and practitioners did not say much, but bowed and bowed before leaving.

Among the few black tents, only Yuan Wu remained.

The whole world seemed to be quiet, and it seemed that only Yuanwu was left.

There weren't many things in this makeshift camp in the first place, and when the sergeants and cultivators left, they didn't take much with them.

When the wind blew the door of the tent with a slight knocking sound, Yuan Wu looked out from the curtain of the tent and saw the iron cauldron of the march on the brazier where the flames had been extinguished.

Next to the marching iron pot, there was a pile of dry food.

There are sun-dried and hard millet crackers, and there are air-dried beef and mutton.

Yuan Wu smiled bitterly.

There was a noise in his belly, not from any previous flow of energy, but simply from pure hunger.

He hadn't felt so hungry for many years, especially after arriving in the Eight Realms, he rarely needed to eat like ordinary people.

However, even in the process of his previous practice, he was extremely strict in controlling his diet and daily life, and most of the food he ate was an elixir that was beneficial to the practitioner.

.....

He walked out of the tent and began to light a fire.

Flames rose and boiled the water in the marching iron pot.

He cut some air-dried beef and mutton into it, and when it boiled slightly again, he broke the millet crackers and threw them into the pot, then put in the salt grains and put in some weeds that would add the aroma and color of the food.

He had seen a lot of these in his previous battles with Han Zhaowei, and although he rarely did it himself, he was not unfamiliar with it.

He began to eat.

Hunger is the source of all good food.

This pot of crude and simple food, for Yuan Wu at this time, is a long-lost taste, and it is sweet that is difficult to describe in words.

It is easy to make people think a lot about being full of warmth, such as having the strength to think about lust, but for Yuan Wu at this time, this pot of food that makes him warm makes him think more of the many good things in this world and gives him more courage to survive.

If death is the final result, then these foods can also allow him to enjoy a lot of good things before he dies.

He touched his slightly bulging belly and raised his head to look in the direction of Changling.

He laughed, and there was a lot less bitterness and resentment in his smile, but it was suddenly more fierce and ruthless.

"I want to thank you for pushing me to this point. ”

He looked at Changling and said to himself with a smile, "Dissatisfaction comes from not being convinced, I have been living in your shadow since many years ago, you naturally think that I am mediocre, and I am far inferior to you in terms of strategy and cultivation, but I don't think so." I don't think I'm weaker than you, I naturally want to prove that I'm stronger than you, I can kill you, so you died, and I finally ascended to the throne and became the strongest emperor in this world. ”

"But I didn't expect that the Nine Dead Silkworms could make you relive, in the matter of cultivation, I didn't have confidence at that time, but when I crossed the Eight Realms, I was even more unconvinced, but I have won the world, I don't dare to take risks. ”

"If I don't dare to take risks, I'm afraid to fight you, and now that I think about it, I regret it. You and I should have known each other with such a duel a long time ago, as early as when you entered Changling and became famous, I should have duel with you. ”

"I didn't dare before, I was scared before, but it doesn't mean that I feel like I'm really inferior to you, really can't compare to you.... I'm really not convinced. Now that I have nothing, what else can I fear? I now have the confidence to fight you, the confidence to try to kill you. ”

Yuan Wu slowly stood up.

He began to walk with the sword in his hand.

He doesn't have a true yuan now, and it's easy to get tired walking to Changling like this, but he would rather be like this, because the more this is the case, the faster he can adapt and get used to the feeling of not having a true yuan.

Ding Ning told everyone in the world to give him a fair chance to fight.

Then he is going to Changling now and have a fair battle with Ding Ning.

Since he was already a waste person without a true element, Ding Ning naturally had to empty all the true yuan in his body.

(It's almost the finale, what do you want to say?)