Han Jiege couldn't remember how long it had been since he had seen such a sword.

Before leaving everything behind and plunging into the darkness behind that emperor, his only wish in his life was to fight the sword god once.

Forty years ago, there was no one on the sword path, and Dongfang Lianmo was also an opponent he disdained.

And as a martial artist, on top of Han Jige's martial arts, there is a high wall that can never be overcome, called Luo Jianqi.

In Ye-making, that person is rumored to be Luoshen, and in the Great Song Dynasty, people have compiled him into the stories of flying swords and slaying demons, as if it was not a real person, but only an illusion in the story.

But Han Jige knew that Luo Jianqi did exist.

He streaked across the bleak sky of the Great Song Dynasty like a meteor, and then fell outside the Leaf-Making Remnant Sun City. Since his death, the night sky has been full of stars, but none of them can compare to the brilliance of Luo Jianqi.

Han Jiege knew that this Jianghu was trying to cover up his existence. There is no way to face the Sword God in person, what Han Jige hopes is to be able to fight with his personal disciples in a fair and just way - if he still has personal disciples.

Outside Bianliang City that day, the emperor's edict was actually very simple, drive out Nie Junhuai, and eliminate all irrelevant people.

Although Rong Xingsha had interceded for Zhao Wu'an in advance, Han Jige had never been soft-hearted.

However, when he came to the outside of the city and saw Zhao Wu'an, who had fought fiercely with Nie Junhuai to the fullest, a feeling of disbelief appeared in his heart.

The Seven Swords of Roselle were right in front of him.

The sword god who had been forgotten by the entire rivers and lakes appeared outside Bianliang City.

Although the person who holds the sword is no longer the arrogant Luo Jianqi of sixty years ago.

A fateful encounter surprises him, but he is already a dead assassin waiting behind the emperor. The mind of competing with the Sword God only belongs to Han Jiege, who still has a free body, but he should not have such a right.

He healed the dying Zhao Wu'an's injuries, put away the Seven Swords of Luo Shen and placed them beside him, and quickly left before Su Qinghe arrived, returning to the throne to resume his life.

I thought that I would have no contact with Zhao Wu'an from then on, but I didn't expect that in just half a month, I received an order to kill people from the emperor. This time, the one who was going to be killed happened to be the heir of the Luo Shen Sword.

The reason why he asked that question was that Han Jiege just wanted to be a temptation. If Zhao Wu'an was indeed Luo Jianqi's personal disciple, he would give up his Clear Shadow Sword Technique and have a duel with him in a dignified manner.

If Zhao Wu'an was just the one who stole the Seven Swords of Luoshen, then he would no longer show mercy to his subordinates and kill one of them.

Han Jige thought so, but unexpectedly, Rong Xingsha, who was a companion, took the initiative to expose the secret of the Qingying Knife Technique. Compared to him, Rong Xingsha, who seemed to be standing at the door, didn't want to kill Zhao Wu'an even more.

So what kind of character is this Zhao Wu'an? The emperor thought that he had to be killed, but the two dead soldiers had reasons not to kill him.

However, regardless of whether Zhao Wu'an is Luo Jianqi's descendant or not, this sword alone is enough for Han Jige to agree.

Wine owls.

The sword of picking mulberry is like a rainbow, in the sword curtain woven by the poppy beauty.

Han Jiege's heart was shocked.

This is not the return of the sword god, but it is not much gone.

At that moment, he took the initiative to disarm the Shadow Knife Technique. The thin Han family knife in his hand went up against the mulberry picking, the blade rolled backwards, and the knife qi accumulated like a pile of snow.

The vast sword light, the sword shadow is like a tide.

Zhao Wu'an shouted: "Pulsatilla!"

At the same time, the figure rotated again, and the pulsatilla weaved a vast blue light.

However, Han Jiege had already put away the Shadow Knife Technique. When Zhao Wuan was preoccupied with guard, he had already retreated outside the range of the offensive.

The strong sword aura that surrounded Zhao Wu'an also disappeared at the same time.

Han Jige held the knife in one hand, and the tip of the knife drooped to the ground.

"You're not his apprentice, but you've got his true legacy, right?"

After the sword light was exhausted and the sword qi dissipated, Zhao Wu'an looked at the cold swordsman in front of him and was stunned for a long time.

“...... Be. My master is Luo Jianqi's daughter. ”

"I see. Han Jige nodded thoughtfully, "Speaking of which, sixty years have passed...... I'm too old to hold the knife. ”

"Where, where. Zhao Wu'an shook his head sincerely, "The knife of my predecessor is still the most powerful one among the people I have encountered. ”

"Don't rush to make a fuss. Han Jige narrowed his eyes, "I still have to kill you." It's just that you don't need the Shadow Clearing Knife Technique. ”

Zhao Wu'an was stunned.

"I came to kill you on the orders of the Emperor. Otherwise, you can wait until you are promoted to the first grade, and then have a fair and just game. But now I can't afford to wait. Han Jige once again raised the knife.

Rong Xingsha, who was standing by the door, hurriedly called: "Han Jige, why bother!"

"Why should I do this? You yourself have repeatedly disobeyed orders, and you have to spare this person's life no matter what, right?" asked Han Jiege rhetorically.

Hearing this, Zhao Wuan also turned his head in confusion and looked at Rong Xingsha.

He hadn't met the senior. But according to Han Jiege's tone, he seems to know himself, and he wants to save his life again and again.

When Miao Jiang was assassinated, Zhao Wu'an knew that the emperor had no good feelings for him. After painstakingly collecting evidence to justify the name of Jialan Anxulie, but in the end it was found that everything pointed to the emperor of the Great Song Dynasty, Rao is Zhao Wu'an, and he almost gave up.

Because he knows that no matter how many difficulties and obstacles can be overcome, and no matter how impossible things he will try, but this alone is helpless.

The emperor is the one who belongs to the destiny of heaven, the true dragon of the world. To make him open his mouth to admit that Garan Anxulie died as a loyal martyr, Zhao Wu'an was the one who really pulled out his teeth in the dragon's mouth.

It was as if he could see through what he was thinking.

Rong Xingsha calmed down his turbulent thoughts and said slowly, "I know Garan Anxulie. ”

Zhao Wuxin moved.

"After so many years of working for the emperor in the palace, I still can't believe that Jialan Anxu martyred him and died outside the gate. ”

......After being stunned for a short time, Zhao Wu'an smiled: "Yes, if I didn't see it with my own eyes, I wouldn't want to believe it." ”

The prince who is a lonely and tall man. The King of Destiny.

Outside the Eagle Valley, he defeated the 60,000 soldiers of the Great Song Dynasty with 3,000 iron-clad troops, turned the tide, and decided the outcome of the Battle of Song Ye.

Garan Anxulie was already a legend, and no one believed that the legend would end so quickly, including Zhao Wu'an himself.

Rong Xingsha in front of him, from his appearance, he couldn't tell whether it was a Han or a leaf maker, but it was not difficult to figure out that he was also a person who sincerely admired Jialan Anxulie.

The more admiration, the more embarrassed I become.

Rong Xingsha's voice sounded like an evening bell: "Back then, in order to send people into the Black Cloud Society, he did not hesitate to lose the opportunity to send spies to the Great Song Dynasty. I knew it was a dangerous move, but I couldn't stop it. At that time, we had no choice. ”

Zhao Wu'an was stunned: "This ...... What do you mean?"

"Don't you know? Rong Xingsha asked rhetorically.

"This ......"

"Western Xia. The answer to him was Han Jiege, whose voice was hoarse.

"What?"

"At the end of the Western Regions, the deepest part of the sea of yellow sand, the place where the ancient road of the deserted city disappeared, the country that once stood in the wind. Rong Xingsha said word by word.

"Xia Guo, prepare to return to this Central Plains. ”

Han Juge added with a nonchalant expression: "If they are allowed to swallow the leaves, and then join forces with the Khitan, the Great Song Dynasty will be like a lamb to the slaughter." If it weren't for Garan's efforts, this would have happened a long time ago. ”

Zhao Wu'an's face was full of astonishment.

"The answer to why Garan Anxulie died on the frontier and refused to escape is actually very simple. Han Jige glanced at Rong Xingsha meaningfully.

"I know. Rong Xingsha sighed, "I couldn't believe he was really dead before, but only now do I understand what he wants." ”

"You ...... What the hell are you talking about?" Zhao Wu'an was completely confused.

Han Jige and Rong Xingsha glanced at each other. The two old men, who had experienced vicissitudes of life, revealed a heavy helplessness in their eyes at this moment.

"The reason why Garan Anxulie died outside the gate was because he had to die there. If he doesn't die, this two dynasties will be a sea of bones and blood. ”