The pupils in Zhao Zhijing's eyes were like two **** days at this time, exuding immeasurable light, but it was not the original bloody and murderous sword light, but a kind of sun-like warmth, a selfless general trend, and a vigorous atmosphere. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Standing on him is like a high mountain, a kind of majesty emanating from the sky, without the previous kind of domineering anger, nor the arrogance of standing on a high place and despising others, but only a kind of gentle humility like a touch of winter sunshine.

"You can go, I won't kill you, if there is one less bright person like you in this world, it will be a loss for the world and the people, without you to distinguish for them, I think there will be many people who will suffer injustice!" Zhao Zhijing looked at Zhanxiong opposite him with gentle eyes, as if he was looking at his friend.

The robe draped on his body was already covered with large and small finger holes, and the dazzling blood stains at the corners of his mouth made people's hearts feel a little unbearable.

Hearing Zhao Zhijing's words, Zhanxiong's face also showed a gentle smile, it was a smile that someone understood, but he still shook his head and said slowly: "Thank you!"

Everything is in a word, a look, an action is worth many words, Zhao Zhijing showed a hint of understanding on his face, shook his head, and said slowly: "I was wrong, I should know, how can you, a person like you, who is as selfless as the sun in the sky and like a mirror, give up the concept in your heart because of your own life and death." ”

Hearing Zhao Zhijing's words, those who were not far away did not have a trace of change on their faces, but there was a trace of strangeness in their eyes when they looked at Zhanxiong, whether it was respect, envy, jealousy, or a yearning, a yearning that saw their ideals but was out of reach.

A drop of blood slowly dripped from the corner of his mouth, splashing small blood flowers on the ground, which was so dazzling and so unbearable. A smile appeared on Zhanxiong's face, a gentle smile, a smile that had found a soulmate.

He slowly opened his mouth, there was a slight vicissitudes of life, but there was a new words to say: "I always thought that my swordsmanship was rare in the world, and it was not much better than my ancestors; ”

Zhanxiong paused, looked at the sun in the sky at this time, which was already slightly slanting westward, and said again: "Today I realized that there is a sky outside the sky, and there are people outside the people. The long sword in my hand is just a technique, just an extension of the Tao, just a minutiae. The power that comes from the heart is the Tao, a Tao that you understand. It was only then that I knew what kind of person my ancestors were, and how could this bright sword technique be created by a person with selfish thoughts in his heart. ”

Zhao Zhijing smiled slightly, his thoughts were surging, everything he did after coming to this world came to his heart clearly, looking for the selfishness of all kinds of martial arts, just because he wanted to live a wonderful life, to become the leader of the Ming Sect and the leader of the Iron Palm Gang, just because he wanted to reach the top, and he did not have the same selflessness and brightness as Zhanxiong.

Zhao Zhijing's heart trembled, he seemed to be lost in everything in this world, not the kind of begging in his heart in his previous life, nor the joy of every step forward when he first came, everything has become mechanical, just repeating it constantly, without that trace of desire and joy from the heart.

If it weren't for today, when I felt the light of Zhanxiong and realized that trace of artistic conception, I would have lost my way and become a person manipulated by desire. At this moment, Zhao Zhijing's heart suddenly shone brightly, and an invisible sun rose in his heart, shining on the earth. Wisps of consciousness flooded up, and the eternal yearning for life came to my heart again.

Everyone outside saw a glimmer of light on the face of Zhao Zhijing who was standing, a kind of light from the heart, which could not illuminate the darkness, but it could shine in the heart, and the light converged, only to see Zhao Zhijing slowly open his mouth and say: "Dao, in my heart, there is not a moment of confusion, nor a moment of confusion." Where there is light in all aspects of time, there will be shadows, and where there are shadows, there will be light!" At first it was just a small sound like the chirping of an insect, but then it resounded in my heart like a thunderbolt like a giant bell being struck.

The fluctuating emotions were slowly reined in, Zhao Zhijing was still the gentle son, but a general trend suddenly rose, with a smile on his face, Zhao Zhijing looked at Zhanxiong opposite quietly without a compelling light and said slowly: "Today, because of you, I have an important feeling for me." I didn't want to kill you, but you have your choice and the persistence in your heart. In that case, I will do my best to make you enlightened today!"

The words were still gentle, and Zhanxiong's face showed a smile, a kind of power from the heart, but everyone felt an invisible force beating their hearts, and a chill from the heart slowly rose, although the sun in the sky was still there, and the hairs on his body did not stand up, but a chill from the soul was so clear.

Zhao Zhijing held the Purple Emperor Sword in one hand and slowly pulled it out, an inch, an inch of purple and simple without a trace of dazzling edge The sword body slowly rose from the scabbard, and Zhao Zhijing's expression became grim, it was not a kind of severity in the face of difficulties, but a kind of respect for the hard-won opponent.

The Purple Emperor Sword finally got out of its scabbard, there was no dazzling brilliance, some were restrained, no longer the purple swaying and dazzling purple light, and some were as if the long sword had a living introvertedness. At this time, the Purple Emperor Sword in Zhao Zhijing's hand, if it was seen by Liu Qing, Huang Yaoshi, Hong Qigong and others before, there would inevitably be a sense that this sword had produced a kind of transformation, a kind of transformation from the soul, just like a giant kun in the northern ocean, jumping up from the ocean and turning into a flying giant peng, a kind of sublimation of life was born spontaneously.

Zhao Zhijing slowly raised the Purple Emperor Sword in his hand, this real Purple Emperor Sword is no longer the domineering of the giant axe in the hands of the general, nor the ruthlessness of a small lancet, nor the indispensable life of the halberd, but the royal road that belongs to the sword, only the king of the hundred soldiers.

The body of the sword extended, slowly stabbing out, there was no burning arrogance, and there was no dazzling like a star, some were just a sword, a pure sword, there was no trace of anything else, there was no dazzling, no dimming, and there was a trace of the jade-colored Purple Emperor Sword that fell into the eyes. That power from the heart, a real warmth, a Purple Emperor Sword where light and shadow coexist. (To be continued.) )