Zangjian Mountain is not close to the wasteland.

Therefore, the fluctuations there cannot be detected at the first time on the Wasteland side.

Jian Zongming turned his head slightly, looking at the old mountain with his back against the wasteland, and his eyes had a slight contact with "someone" at the bottom of the mountain.

He smiled disapprovingly and turned his head away from the gaze.

The second person to perceive the turmoil in Hidden Sword Mountain was the West Demon.

The West Demon narrowed his eyes and stroked the long hair on his sideburns.

She wasn't sure if it was the person she was feeling.

The master of the Western Regions thought about it carefully, thought of the name of Zangjian Mountain, and suddenly realized that he chuckled.

The figure of the young man holding the sword for his brother unconsciously came to mind.

Now that so many years have passed, the boy who was restrained in holding a sword for his brother should have become an old man with withered manners, right?

She lowered her eyebrows, her eyes moved to His Royal Highness, feeling sorry for herself, laughing at herself and feeling inferior.

But my brother is no longer my brother.

Even if he came with a sword, what would he do?

My brother can't even recognize himself, can he still recognize him?

"If there is an afterlife, there will be a reunion. ”

The West Demon quietly stretched out a hand and rubbed his eyes seemingly inadvertently.

The fingers are a little wet.

She turned to laugh and laughed silently.

What my brother said back then is no longer countable.

......

......

"King!"

This voice resounded through the Tibetan Sword Mountain.

Countless flying swords, sword qi, and a whole wave of sword tides were trampled under the feet of the old man, surging towards the wasteland in the distance.

This voice was left far behind by Zhao Chunfeng.

Zhao Chunfeng held a bone in his left hand, and a bone in his right hand, one was snow-white and flawless, and the other was dripping with blood.

The old man with gray hair didn't look like he had the slightest appearance of a fairy wind bone, especially his right hand, which was drawn from his heart, and blood was spilled all the way.

Give the sword bone, give the heart.

But he looked up to the sky and laughed.

At the top of Zangjian Mountain, Miss Shen Mo was a little confused.

She didn't understand who this king was shouting.

It's not that I don't understand.

It's not believing.

Because from the back to the front, and then forward, there is only one person who is habitually called "king".

That man is so famous.

And the man was dead.

She didn't understand why the crazy old man, after recovering from the bottom of the mountain, broke through the mountain wall, looked like a mad demon, and even had his hands covered with blood, directly cut out his sword bones, and ran towards the wasteland.

Shen Mo didn't understand.

The disciples of Nanhai were even more confused.

Until he laughed heartily on the top of Zangjian Mountain, the chess saint Wei Qi, who laughed out of tears, suddenly restrained his laughter.

Hidden Sword Mountain is extremely quiet.

The chess saint slowly turned around, faced everyone, stretched out a finger, and pointed to the old sword immortal outside the plug, who was more majestic than thousands of troops.

In a hoarse voice, he said, "Remember this man." ”

"His name is Zhao Chunfeng, and he is Wei Qi's only living old acquaintance now. ”

"There is also an identity. ”

"It's the sword boy under the throne back then. ”

As soon as the words came out, the audience was shocked.

Shen Mo covered his lips to prevent himself from being surprised.

After Wei Qi restrained his laughter, he had no other expression.

His words were calm and his tone was wooden: "Why is he crying." Why cut open the bone. ”

The sentence is spoken very slowly.

It's not a rhetorical question, and there's no emotion.

On the contrary, there is something sad about it.

The chess saint paused word by word: "Because this sword bone was not born by him, it was given by the overlord." ”

is not sad for Zhao Chunfeng, but sad for the other person in this sentence.

Wei Qi looked at Shen Mo, his voice hoarse: "You should remember what I said before." ”

Shen Mo was a little stunned.

"He did something he regretted for the rest of his life. ”

"So he 'committed suicide'. ”

"He once tried to enter the Liuxian Monument, but it still didn't work. ”

"Rather than spend it in remorse, it's better to choose to break the ......" Wei Qi paused, and his voice was low: "If there is no sword bone given by that overlord, he will not be a 'sword immortal'." And he doesn't seem to want to be such a sword immortal all along. If there is a choice, he would rather be a chess scale man and die of old age and illness, but Jiazi, instead of locking himself in the quiet room, can only choose a hundred years and a hundred years, until his cultivation dies, which is really a torment. ”

"But living a long time is not a bad thing. ”

Wei Qi pursed his lips, held back for a moment, and sighed softly: "At least now, he can pay off his debts." ”

......

......

Zhao Chunfeng squinted his eyes, his white hair on his temples was blown by the wind, and he danced wildly.

He looked at the thunderclouds in the distance, scarlet as blood.

I thought of the scene of the king's destruction of the robbery.

Eight or nine heavenly tribulations, a sword broke open.

He was serving a sword on the side, he was just a young boy back then, and he vaguely remembered that when he saw the heavenly immortals poking out his head, he didn't dare to say a word.

Zhao Chunfeng was full of emotion, I don't know when and when he can be like a king?

Until the king's departure, he left a sword bone for himself.

And he was obsessed with his heart, and he really kneaded this bone into his body.

It was the king's bones.

It's the bargaining chip for the king's battle to the sky!

Zhao Chunfeng burst into tears.

If he hadn't been stupid that day, and the king had one more bone, wouldn't the ending be different?

At the end of the firmament, it should be ...... The banner of Chu is still fluttering!

The old man turned his back and raised two sword bones, his voice hoarse.

He had come to the wasteland, stepped on the sword tide, and the king who shouted when he came out of the mountain came with him to the wasteland.

Everyone raised their heads, looked at the old man with a slight dismay, and rode the sword tide into the thunder light at once.

Seventy-nine heavenly tribulations, how magnificent?

Zhao Chunfeng swept to Li Changge's side, who was already unconscious.

He narrowed his eyes and looked at the young sword embryo who was carrying the sword bone, but he forcibly dissected it.

Zhao Chunfeng bowed his head slightly, and saw the cause and effect of the falling, the simple long sword, the invisible silk threads flying around the sword body, and the contaminated wind and snow, like a broken mirror, reflected in his eyes.

Knock Master.

Osteomy.

A knife.

Two breaks.

The cause and effect are clear at a glance.

The old man laughed: "It's a good embryo." ”

He raised the blood-drenched sword bone with one hand and slowly inserted it into Li Changge's chest.

Li Changge was in a blur, and heard the old man say: "Your kindness has been repaid to the master, and I will accept this bone of mine, and accompany me by the king's side in the future, which can be regarded as repaying me for saving your life." ”

He struggled to open his eyes, and the wind was cold.

Born from bones.

The old sword immortal slowly inserted Li Changge's sword bone into his body.

He sucked his palm slightly, and the "cause and effect" stalked into his palm.

Clench.

Zhao Chunfeng smiled softly at him: "You asked me to borrow a sword?"

Without waiting for Li Changge to speak, he continued to laugh and said: "The king once said to me that if there are amazing juniors who borrow swords, there is no reason not to borrow this river and lake, and in another thousand years. ”

The old man looked down and glanced at Lianyi's figure, confirming that the man had lost his memory.

When he came, he saw that the West Demon made a silent gesture to himself.

So Zhao Chunfeng passed by with his sword, silently, without the slightest stop.

When Li Changge saw this old man, he was carrying a sword in one hand and rubbing his face with the other.

Zhao Chunfeng wiped away the tears on his face, raised his head, and read softly: "I am a sword boy under the great throne." ”

He smiled and took a breath: "This is a sword left by the king, look at it!"

Zhao Chunfeng throws cause and effect.

The shallow overlord sword qi in the sword bone was sucked out of Li Changge's chest like thunder in an instant, and it was attached to the sword——

In the middle of the wasteland, thunder fell like a heavy hammer.

Time has become extremely slow.

Wasteland and rocks burst out——

Thunder, strong winds, showers, flying sand and rocks.

Until a sword roared through the heavens and the earth.

After that sword, there was no wind and thunder.