There is always an end to all legends.

Just as Luo Jianqi crossed the territory of the Great Song Dynasty like a meteor, and finally fell in the Leaf Country. The legend of the Sword God came to an end.

Tonight's Yuwen is lonely and hanging, which is enough to create a legend.

But his legend stopped tonight.

When tens of thousands of weapons were sprinkled into the air together, it was Xie Hui, and he was dumbfounded for a long, long time.

The qi is separated from the body, and the remote control of the seven swords like Luo Jianqi is already the limit, Hugh said that a hundred swords, it is more than ten blades, even if it can only be used to pretend, it is enough to be amazing.

And Yuwen hangs alone.

With a command, more than 1,000 chivalrous swords were summoned.

Indeed, at that moment, even Xie Hui's heart flashed with the thought that my life would be at rest.

If thousands of swords were to strike at the same person at the same time, it was obvious that they would not be able to stop it no matter what. If we can give him ten times as many people, maybe we can give it a try.

Fortunately, Xie Hui's despair did not last long.

Because Yuwen was lonely, he didn't have the time or energy to sacrifice his last resort.

The nearly 10,000 sword soldiers who were summoned out of their sheaths by him only paused in the air for a few breaths before falling like rain. The audience resounded endlessly.

And Yuwen hung alone, standing stiffly five steps away from Xie Hui, his eyes were about to split, and his breath was broken.

The powerful minister, who had single-handedly controlled the government of the Ye Dynasty for twenty years, died in the night when there was only a dim fire and crackling.

He failed to take Xie Hui to be buried with him, nor did he bring the soul of the eight thousand swords into the realm of yin and yang.

But he died wildly, alone.

That sonar life.

It is the last courage of the cliff, and the last bit of soul he has handed over with all his strength in this world.

Xie Hui was stunned for thirty breaths before he suddenly took a breath, and cold sweat filled his body.

He never dreamed that he would be as lonely as Yuwen and would be willing to fight for his life and want to die with him.

Fortunately, he still won in the end. Thrilling, life and death, he finally carried everything down.

Far more than tonight, there was much earlier.

Liu Si, Yan Daohuo, Dongfang Lianmo, Yuwen Lonely Hanging, the myths of the old era, one after another, ended in front of him. Those who have not yet receded have also caught up with the countdown.

And he finally stood on the top of the mountain, stood in the winner's position, and stood at the height that Luo Jianqi had reached.

That height is enough to overlook the entire rivers and lakes, and enough to take the entire mountains and rivers into the bag.

Hugh said that mortals, how many pretentious martial artists have lived all their lives, and they will never have a chance to get a glimpse of this victory.

Once you're here, it's impossible to get out of it all the time.

A faint murderous aura rose from Xie Hui's eyes.

Sixty years ago, they killed you, and now I will kill them again, and it will be regarded as washing the mountains and rivers with blood, and changing the world to a clean world.

He slowly raised his hand, and the black clouds behind him waited with bated breath.

Anyway, I've seen blood. As long as he thought about it, it was nothing to turn the venue of this martial arts conference into an abyss of blood and fire.

At this moment, a solemn voice suddenly came from the air: "Donor, please stop here!"

Xie Hui was slightly stunned and frowned.

The world-famous Shu Ten Wish Monk finally came belatedly. However, the earth-shaking commotion before, I didn't see them stop it, maybe they still had some thoughts of subduing the Black Cloud Society by the hands of others.

Thinking of this, Xie Hui couldn't help but feel disgusted with these old monks.

Although there was only one voice, there were eight people in front of Xie Hui

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Eight people with their palms together.

Although these eight people are different in age and appearance, their faces are as solemn as one person, with their eyes closed and their palms closed.

I only listened to the monk in the middle of the words: "The old monk knows the ambition of the donor to win the martial arts, but the rules cannot be broken, the time has passed, according to the law, the battle should be closed, and the Ming Dynasty will be bright." Please also ask the donor to stop it. ”

Although Fang Cai went through a fierce battle, the night leakage in the audience was unscathed. Now that there is no sound, it is indeed the time of the child.

The Ten Wishes of the Monks of Shu Di acted according to the law, which was regarded as giving face and making enough concessions.

After all, everyone can see that if Xie Hui is really allowed to raise this hand, the entire venue will be bloodied and fight until dawn.

Xie Hui snorted coldly, raised his eyes and sneered, "What if I don't stop?"

The diseaseless monk sighed lightly.

"The old monk can only act according to the law, punish the lawless, and set an example. ”

The remaining seven monks knotted the inexhaustible Buddha seal in their hands at the same time, the sleeves of their robes swelled, and their eyes showed fearlessness.

If the Dharma body is suddenly knotted, then this place is empty, colorless, empty, void, and void, and only ten thousand laws are emptied.

The eight monks, standing between the evil of this world and tens of thousands of warriors in the rivers and lakes, looked resolute.

They are not some kind of Buddha Vajra, even if they are resolute and unmatched, they are only eight bodies.

However, Xie Hui showed a thoughtful look.

The eight people in front of him seemed to remind him of something.

When he was not the master of the Black Cloud Society, the young master of the Xie family's silk village had seen the scene.

Under the city of Youzhou, hundreds of miles of corpses. In order to protect the retreat of the army, the seven hundred and three people who calmly went to die.

It's okay, just let this river and lake fall into your own hands one day later.

Xie Hui put down the hand he was about to raise, squinted his eyes again, and hid the three thousand red dust in his eyes.

"I'll be waiting for you here tomorrow. ”

Leaving these words, he turned around and left lightly, followed by black clouds behind him.

As it had come, the black clouds would silently sink into the depths of the alley, merging with the darkness as if they had never been present in the venue.

Half a day after Xie Hui disappeared, the fake Dongfang Lian Mo sat back in the chair behind him, sweating like rain.

The silence lasted for a long time. No one in the venue even dared to move, but there was a little bit of exchange of words outside the venue.

It wasn't until everyone in the Black Cloud Society had completely disappeared that the Monk of No Disease turned around and bowed deeply to everyone.

"The first day of the martial arts conference has ended, all heroes and heroes, please go back to rest for the time being, and come back tomorrow. ”

This is the rule that has been set since the beginning. The conference was divided into two days, the first day reaching the sub-hour and the second day ending at sunset. Anyone who has challenged on the first day can run for election on the next day, and the person with the highest voice will be elected leader.

The Ten Wishes of Shu are the ones who make the rules, and they themselves know best. Only by stopping Xie Hui in this way can we shed less blood tonight.

Xie Hui finally withdrew his hand tonight, and the people in the audience, even if they had never heard of the name of the Black Cloud Society, understood somewhat at this time, and they could be regarded as having picked up a life.

Gradually, some people got up and left the table, and after bowing to the Ten Wishes Monk of Shudi, they turned around and left. The great change is imminent, even if they know that the Ten Wishes Monk of Shu is the life-saving benefactor of the Central Plains Heroes this time, no one has the leisure to pull them to thank them on this night.

After all, they can still save the Central Plains tonight, but tomorrow, there will be no certainty.

Tonight, I don't know how many people will stay awake all night, I don't know how many undercurrents will surge, and I don't know what will happen when the sun rises tomorrow.

Hu Buxi poured a glass of wine and poured it into his throat with a look

Dejected.

"What?" Zhu Nanzhan looked at his frowning eyebrows, and there was something unpleasant in his heart.

After all, Hu Buxi was also a person who had ascended to such a victorious realm, and he was only one step away from this immortal realm.

Although her heart is mixed, she is a woman who refuses to be soft after all, and the more familiar and close she is, the more difficult it is to be sincere.

He said: "Seeing that the predecessors are profound in martial arts, are you ashamed?"

Hu Buxi rolled his brows, a little displeased, "It's not enough to be ashamed of myself, and I can't reach that realm." ”

He poured another glass of wine, stood up, and sprinkled a bottle of sake under the starry sky.

"A toast to the deceased predecessors. ”

Everyone was silent.

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By the time she killed the Immortal Dao, nearly nine-tenths of the disciples in the Tang Family Fort had already been defeated at her hands.

But she thinks that she has left a sense of proportion in her hands and has never hurt anyone's life.

After all, when she came here tonight, all she wanted was the life of one person.

Ascend to the top of the spiral staircase from the fort, because of the overhead covered bridge, what appears in front of you is a corridor with the same height as the Linxian stone at the top of the waterfall outside the fort.

The corridor hangs on the cliff, only two feet wide and more than 40 zhang long.

Walking through this Linxian Road, it is followed by the bedroom of Dongfang Lianmo, the leader of the current martial arts alliance.

Rushing all the way to kill, Tu Mi's chest was full of fighting spirit, holding the sword forward, and the cinnabar between his eyebrows became more and more bright red.

And to her surprise, standing above the covered bridge was an unexpected person.

Counting the days, it's not too long since I saw it.

There was a meeting in the village outside Jiangning Mansion, and on the beach outside Fuzhou City, she also saw him disguised as someone else.

Since then, Tu Mi has killed many people.

Since then, Mo Dao has had many unexpected encounters.

It's just that tonight's meeting on this Linxian Road was unexpected by the two of them anyway.

The moon shines brightly, and the cold wind passes through the hollow valley, blowing the hem of the young man's clothes and wrinkling the girl's moon-like eyebrows.

"Why are you ......," Tu Mi asked in a daze.

Most of the fighting spirit has disappeared.

Mo Dao was also so shocked that he was speechless for a while.

As early as when Dongfang Lianmo began to teach him martial arts, he had told him what would happen tonight.

There will be a sharp sword that has been carefully polished for thirty years, stabbing into the chest of the martial arts alliance leader tonight. And he is the person of destiny chosen by Dongfang Lian Mo from the misty world, blocking that crucial sword for him.

In other words, Dongfang Lian Mo saved Mo Dao's life, passed on his martial arts, and helped him become famous in the world, just to ask him to block the fateful catastrophe for himself tonight.

Of course, Mo Dao also gladly accepted it.

If it weren't for Dongfang Lianmo, he would have died on the corner of the street because of the strange illness on his body.

The extra days of surviving, coupled with the experience of becoming famous in the world, even if he exchanged his life, it was worth it.

It's just that when he saw that the person who came was actually Tu Mi, he was inevitably stunned.

Tu Mi asked angrily, "Why do you want to work for such hypocrites?"

Mo Dao subconsciously said: "The leader of the alliance is a heroic man in the world, acting uprightly and brightly, and being righteous and benevolent, how can you say that a hypocrite?

Tu Mi frowned.

Mo Dao was a little overwhelmed for a while.

The life-and-death interrogation that once put the entire river and lake on top of the chess game is now between two fledgling but famous young girls.

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