When he realizes that there is nothing to turn into a sword, he has a draw with Master Kong.

But he was not reconciled.

Over the years, even though he has been invincible on the rivers and lakes, he can't beat Shaolin, the master of the sky.

The way of the sword is really exquisite, and now he still hasn't given up and continues to understand.

He's just waiting.

One day, he will be able to defeat the Master of the Sky himself.

And with his understanding of swordsmanship, he has already learned another level.

No, it should be said that it is the highest level of swordsmanship.

Since there is no trick to win, then naturally there is no sword like a sword, just like the Buddhists have nothing, and nothing is nothing.

So he tried to give up the sword.

In fact, he thought, this is when he really picked up the sword.

At this time, no one could see his sword again.

Maybe it's just a soft sigh, maybe it's just a look.

When the opponent looked at him, perhaps in the eyes of that person, he was just an old man over half a hundred years old, and he was full of flaws.

If the man continues to despise him at this time, it will be too late.

Because in the end, you will find that the old man who is dying of wood only sighs, and the opponent has been cut into powder by the sword that came out of nowhere.

Maybe with a single look, they have lost the confidence to fight.

Or, the opponent was killed before he even got close.

Before you even felt any sword energy, their hearts had stopped beating.

When he finally fully comprehended this swordsmanship, he went to Shaolin again.

It was only now that he realized that Master Empty was far from his opponent.

And for many years, except for Master Kong, there is no one who can compete with him.

Such a gap made him a little lonely inexplicably.

And more about emptiness, winning the world, so what

"Am I wrong? Why is this happening?" he muttered to himself.

"Amitabha, Lord Murong Shi, can't you see it until now?" Master Likong looked at him with a look of pity.

He squinted at Master Kong, laughed a little maniacally, and then shouted, "Hahaha! Look away, how to see away? What about demons, what about Buddhas, I just want to seek defeat, seek defeat, can you do it? You can't. ”

"Amitabha. Donor, all things are born from the heart, and now you have fallen into the devil......"

"Shut up! Don't talk to me about Buddha!"

Before Master Kong finished speaking, Murong had already interrupted with a shout.

"Hahaha! Buddha, God, even if I am the devil, I have been in the rivers and lakes for decades, but now there is no opponent. And I just want to lose. I just want to lose. ”

Murong suddenly poured out infinite sadness from the bottom of his heart,

What is he asking for?

Over the years, he has been dedicated to swordsmanship, and has been practicing swordsmanship hard to defeat the Sora Master.

And now he's won the Master of the Sky. Win the world,

But he still lost, to himself.

Murong staggered away from Shaolin and never appeared again.

And since then. There is one more legend on the rivers and lakes - Murong Nantian.

A man and a sword walk the world, wanting to be defeated but can't, it is said that his sword is unrivaled sharp, everywhere. Breakable, omnipresent, omnipotent.

But they don't know. Even though Murong is invincible in the world, but in just a hundred years, he is incomparable in all lifetimes, and this kind of sorrow is unimaginable to ordinary people.

I think he Murong Nantian has been crisscrossing the rivers and lakes for more than ten years, but in the end, he ended up lonely.

Helpless, hidden in the mountains and forests, and carved as friends, for the rest of his life.

Oh, that's a sarcasm.

The wind is blowing in the sky, and the sword qi is like falling clouds.

I don't know when it will be, a big dream.

Murong I, but seek defeat.

But it's just a dream in the end.

Now when I have a big dream, I see the green mountains, but it is not.

In the end, I felt that the world was scattered.

"For more than 30 years, I have killed all the enemies, defeated all the heroes, and there is no resistance in the world, and there is nothing to do, but to live in seclusion in the deep valley and take Peng as a friend. Woohoo, I can't get an opponent in my life, and I'm embarrassed to be lonely. ”

"There are no tricks to win, Murong, have you already reached such a realm?" the sword demon muttered to himself, an indescribable melancholy spreading.

Airplanes!

The wooden sword that hung in the air was whispering.

The sword, though decayed, radiates a light that makes it impossible to look at it directly.

"Hehe Murong made something out of nothing, I still can't compare to you after all"

In this melancholy and depression, the suspended wooden sword reined in its own momentum, and no longer had the arrogance and incomparable edge of killing.

The rest is a deep sorrow and endless desolation.

Yiyun didn't know what to say and comfort it?

I don't know how many years of life the old monster still needs to be comforted?

If one is done well, it will stimulate this old fellow, and he will be unlucky to be cut by it with a sword in a fit of anger.

Although he was invincible in the world, he was still defeated in the torrent of time, turned into a handful of loess, and disappeared into the world. ”

I don't know why, Yiyun still came up with such a sentence by ghost.

"Huh?"

When Jian heard Yiyun's words, he was slightly stunned, and then laughed: "Hahaha is right! In the face of time, his people, his sword, and his swordsmanship can't escape this fate." The years are ruthless, no matter who it is, they can't resist its erosion hahaha"

The sound of laughter wafted back and forth throughout the forest sea, shaking Yiyun's eardrums and making him uncomfortable.

"Hahaha Murong, you still lost after all, although it wasn't in my hands, but you still lost after all"

The Sword Demon laughed to the end, and couldn't help choking up: "But I, after all, I still can't compare to you, Murong." ”

For those who like to drill the horns of the bull, Yiyun can only ignore them.

"That's it, life is like a dream bubble, fighting for it will be empty in the end, and God's will is like this hahaha. The sword demon seemed to have figured out something, smiled heartily, and the suspended wooden sword disappeared into the gourd on Yiyun's waist with a "boom".

The sword demon disappeared, and the entire forest sea shook, and in a moment, a tide of darkness swept through Yiyun's body.

Suddenly, the rain fell on him.

Looking up, suddenly, Lin Hai disappeared, and he returned to the antique market.

When Yiyun found out that the sword demon had thrown himself into the gourd, he was slightly stunned, and then he was relieved.

Whether it is a human or a demon, sometimes, in that moment, suddenly the thought is clear, no matter how difficult or incredible, it is put down at that time.

Murong Nantian couldn't be defeated, so he lived in seclusion with a big peng and didn't ask about the world.

Despite having Peng as his companion, he was also lonely in his later years.

There are too many unsatisfactory in life, can you be like Murong Nantian, only hope that a loser can have geometry?

"Woohoo, I can't get an opponent in my life, and I'm embarrassed to be lonely. ”

Murong Nantian, a bosom friend is hard to find, and only a story through the ages is left to inspire future generations.

"You learn swords?"

"You know swords?"

In a trance, Yiyun saw the arrogant figure in white clothes like snow under the golden wheel, lonely and arrogant.

In the world, you can't be defeated.

Is it a tragedy to be lonely like a king? (To be continued......)