Fifteenth, the lost star is on duty, and the north is in the north.

Familiar and unfamiliar gates, familiar and unfamiliar steps, Jiang Feng is born from here and dies from here. Everything in it, he didn't go in back then, and today, he still doesn't have to go in.

With every step he took, Jiang Feng could see everything he had experienced since he started here.

The Wufu business, which once spent a lot of money in the city and held countless flowing water banquets, has now become a memory in the minds of many people back then.

The big pine tree, which once grew with itself little by little, will soon end its fading life.

This small village, once full of life, is now in a dilapidated state. If it weren't for the arrival of Jiang Feng and Dong Bai, I am afraid that there would be nothing left here.

The treasure of Emperor Yuan outside Jiangling City can make anyone rich and rival the country, but in the end, what it brings is the blood donation of countless Jianghu people and the destruction of all the mansions.

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This rivers and lakes, no matter how much you get and how much you have, tomorrow, it may all come to naught.

Jiang Feng was originally a bare stripe, with no illustrious background, no wealth comparable to the country, no help from the masters who favored him, and no masters who suddenly took refuge in him.

To this day, Jiang Feng relies on himself and the sword in his hand.

"Here comes the sword!"

With a low shout, the dragon scale short sword in the burden behind Jiang Feng suddenly came out of its sheath in his hand.

Jiang Feng suddenly closed his eyes, when the wooden door and bricks in front of him disappeared, when the color between heaven and earth turned dark, there was only a sword left in Jiang Feng's heart.

From the day he practiced the sword, Jiang Feng couldn't remember how many times he had pulled out a long sword and how many times he had returned it to its sheath. For Jiang Feng, the sword seems to be his own hand, and his own hand seems to be a sword.

"Not enough!"

Jiang Feng suddenly whispered, but when he saw that with a wave of his right hand, the dragon scale short sword had already sunk into the stone steps.

Blowing hair and breaking hair, sharpening iron like clay, if such a dragon scale sword is not a good sword, it seems that there are too few good swords in the sky.

In the past, Zhuangzi said the sword: "The sword of the Son of Heaven is based on Yan Shicheng as the edge, Qi Dai as the spine, Jin Wei as the spine, Zhou and Song as the fang, Han Wei as the clamp, wrapped in the four Yi, wrapped in the four times, around the Bohai Sea, with the Chang Mountain, with the five elements, on the criminal virtue, open to yin and yang, hold to spring and summer, and line to autumn and winter." This sword is straight and unstoppable, supreme, case-in-the-bottom, and untouchable. Rise to the clouds, down to the Jedi. This sword is used, and the princes of Kuang are obeyed by the world. ”

Although Zhuangzi said that it is the way to govern the country, but all the laws in the world are the same way, ten steps to kill, five steps to splash blood, adhering to a fearless and progressive heart, is the sword. The sword moves the wind and clouds, stirs the world, has a little ambition to cross the world, and the sword breaks the country, and he is also a swordsman.

At this time, Jiang Feng suddenly thought of the mountains and rivers he had seen all the way and traveled all the way in the world. Compared to the small power of human beings, these creations of nature have accumulated countless powers in the silence of thousands of people.

Whether it is a flood, an avalanche, a mountain collapse, the power of that moment is beyond the power of a small human being. Just like this rivers and lakes, one step in, when the general trend is the trend, small people will not be able to resist.

However, Jiang Feng is never willing to be a small chess piece at the mercy of others in the rivers and lakes, and can only resign himself to fate.

When he came to this river and lake, he had nothing but the sword in his hand. No matter whether the sky is falling apart, the flood and the tsunami, with a sword in his hand, he seems to hold the entire rivers and lakes.

And now, Jiang Feng suddenly clenched his right hand, although he did not have a sword in his hand, but the countless sword techniques and countless sword intents in his heart, accompanied by a stream of qi from the heavenly spirit, were condensed little by little, forming an invisible sword in his hand.

Look at the mountains are mountains, see the water is water, see the mountains are not mountains, see the water is not water!

"I have no sword in my hand, but I have a sword in my heart, and the sword in my heart is invisible, strong and strong, nothing is broken, and nothing is indestructible.

Refining and refining qi, refining qi and turning gods, it turns out that the sword has long been in my heart, and the moment I put it down, I have already picked it up! Shedding martial arts does not make me truly become a mortal, but it makes the brave and fearless heart in my heart more and more firm, artistic conception, but so!"

A burst of enlightenment flashed in Jiang Feng's heart, and in an instant, an indescribable, unclear momentum rose to the sky like a substance.

The birds and beasts trapped by the wind and snow in the mountains and forests rushed out of the hiding caves one by one as if they had encountered natural predators, and fled in all directions.

Pointing to the sky, Jiang Feng raised his head and looked towards the sky, but at this time, the sky above Jiang Feng's head was surrounded by clouds and mist, leaving a large blank space directly above Jiang Feng. It's like the river wind breaking through the air with a sword, and the wind and clouds are changing.

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At this time, a few miles away from the village, Dong Bai, who was dressed in a red robe, showed his face, with red lips and white teeth, phoenix eyes and eyebrows, and he was the peerless Oiran in the Jade Garden that day.

It's just that this time, under the scarlet aura of the bright red robe on her body, her face is reflected more and more coldly and ruthlessly.

When Jiang Feng pointed to the sky, in her sense, in the distant village, a peerless sword that had just taken shape rose to the sky. It seems that anything that stands in the way of this sword will be ruthlessly pierced by it.

As if sensing that someone was peeping around him, the long sword shook slightly, and countless sword intents turned into sharp swords like substance, heading towards Dong Baidao.

The flames, the flames that suddenly rose in the void, had formed a world of fire at some point. When those long swords flew in, they had been turned into flames and entangled like dragons.

"I'm no longer Dong Bai, and you're no longer the Jiang Feng you used to be!"

With a light sigh, Dong Bai's figure had disappeared. After the destruction of the Blood Knife Gate, there was no longer a naïve and kind Dong Bai in the world, and there was only one person left, and the East that dominated the world was undefeated.

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At this time, Jiang Feng was under the pressure of Dong Bai's sudden artistic conception, and suddenly the internal energy of his body passed through the second vein of Ren Du at an astonishing speed, and all of them headed towards the heavenly spirit.

In a trance, Jiang Feng suddenly saw a figure, an illusory figure, dozens of times more than Jiang Feng. He was holding a long sword, Ling Xuan was on top of Jiang Feng's head, and after spitting out a few words in his mouth, he suddenly pointed out with a sword, and the direction was the direction in which Dongfang Undefeated left.

"The sword asks for life and death!"

These four words seemed to be innate in Jiang Feng's heart at this time. And the next moment, Jiang Feng understood these four words as if instinctively, and at the same time, he also understood why he heard the words "The sun rises in the east, only I am undefeated" in Hengyang City that day.

Because only through these words, masters at the level of artistic conception can exert their artistic conception to the greatest power. (To be continued.) )