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Crape Myrtle Star is about to go out.

This thought exploded in everyone's hearts.

It's like throwing a behemoth on the calm sea, setting off a storm in an instant.

Those black-clothed people who asked the Dao Realm turned even pale, they had followed the Holy Emperor for many years, and they could become the dead soldiers beside the Holy Emperor, so they were naturally extremely worshipful of the Holy Emperor.

In the minds of most of them, the Holy Emperor is a deity.

Now, the deity is about to collapse, and along with it the faith they have always held on to it.

The sparkle in their eyes began to fade at that moment, and some even began to shake their heads and say to themselves.

"Impossible!"

"Impossible!"

"How could the Holy Emperor die?"

Xiahou Yuan seemed to like this scene very much, and the corners of his mouth outlined a smile.

"Naturally, he will die, and it will not be too easy. When he said this, he paused, and then looked around the circle of black-clothed dead soldiers with his eyes, and raised his eyebrows. "But it seems that you are very reluctant to your emperor. That"

"I'll send you down to be with him!"

His voice suddenly became gloomy at that moment, and an indescribable but incomparably powerful momentum burst out at that moment.

Xiahou Yuan's body seemed to move at that moment, but it didn't seem to move.

Or maybe his speed was too fast, so fast that he went from the knife to the knife, but for a moment, so that everyone only felt a flower in front of them.

After a few breaths, a stream of blood mist burst out, and the more than a dozen black-clothed powerhouses of the Dao Realm turned into neat halves like Xiahou Xuan before and fell to the ground at this moment.

"It's still some time before the gang of traitors in Jiangdong arrives, before that, who should I kill?"

The man's joking voice suddenly sounded at that moment.

And at this time.

Finally, no sound could be heard outside the door of Tianlanyuan.

Whether it is the side of the five princes, or the side of Shan Lixing, who has been captured.

They all fell silent.

Death of the stars!

This is the Star Death!

This is the realm of legends, and it is also the realm of gods and men.

From ancient times to the present, except for the swordsman who left with a knife three years ago, no one in this world can kill a star death with the cultivation under the star.

Their spiritual power is as vast as the sea, and it is inexhaustible.

Their fate is tied to the starry sky millions of miles away, and mortals can't reach it, how can they be killed?

Therefore, there has been such a truth in the world for a long time.

Under the stars, there are ants.

This is a truth that everyone agrees on.

And when a truth is recognized by everyone.

Then he is no longer a truth.

His name is Axiom.

But obviously, there is always some people in this world who do not recognize justice.

Bang dang.

A crisp sound sounded outside the silent Tianlan Courtyard.

It was the sound of a knife being drawn from its scabbard.

That's not a big sound.

When everyone was silent and did not dare to speak up.

Any slight sound, it will become deafening at that moment.

"Well, it looks like you really want to fight me?" Xiahou Yuan raised his eyebrows and turned his head to look at the young man standing outside the Tianlan Courtyard.

He's so thin, so immature.

There are injuries on his body, and the spiritual power in his body is almost exhausted.

But his eyes were as bright as a burning flame.

His hand holding the knife was as hard as he was holding the whole world.

This man, who had been hiding for thirty years like a lost dog, suddenly appeared, waiting for Chu Xifeng unashamedly.

Su Changan has reason to believe that he must be completely sure to deal with Chu Xifeng.

But.

Mo Tingyu died.

Yu Heng also died.

He didn't want anyone to die.

But today it seems that more people need to die.

But, at least, he didn't want anyone else to die until he died.

So, he drew his knife.

He used what little spiritual power he had left, and he tried to slash his knife into the head of the man in front of him.

Of course, this is not a very likely thing.

But at least more than a decade ago, Mo Tingyu tried.

As his apprentice, he can't be like these people, waiting to be killed.

It's a shameful thing.

And face is a very important thing for a swordsman.

This is Chu Xifeng's truth.

Now, it is also Su Changan's truth.

Xiahou Yuan's brows finally furrowed, and for the first time, he looked the young man in front of him up and down very seriously.

He felt like he was a lot like them.

It's very similar to that group of swordsmen a hundred years ago.

They use the same grip as if they could hold the whole world if they hold the knife.

They had looked at him with the same eyes, a look that he hated.

But he had to admit that it was precisely because of such eyes that he had been tossing and turning for thirty years, and he couldn't sleep at night.

That's a very distant story.

It was so far away that he couldn't remember it really.

He only remembers.

That year, Soochow was newly defeated.

The heavenly wound Chu Xiaohan took Jiangdong Shuaiyin into Beijing to surrender.

He and his brother, Xiahou Zheng, who was also a star, were stationed in Jiangdong County.

Eastern Wu is a minister, and Western Shu is difficult to support alone, which is certainly a good thing.

However, he and his brother did not think so.

Wu Wei has been fighting for many years, and countless clansmen have died at the hands of this group of swordsmen, how can this blood feud be ended because of Chu Xiaohan's surrender.

So, on that day, they led troops into the city and slaughtered the people of Jianye.

Then, the two returned to Beijing, and Chu Xiaohan returned to Jiangdong.

So, the East Window incident.

The former lord of Jiangdong recruited all the remaining 3,000 armor soldiers in Jiangdong, crossed the river, and killed God all the way, and Buddha blocked and killed Buddha. Until Chang'an City, there were no more than 100 swordsmen left by 3,000 armor soldiers.

But they didn't stop.

They followed the long street of Suzaku all the way, all the way to the top of the court.

In front of the Manchu Dynasty's civil and military forces, more than a dozen stars cut off Xiahou's head in front of him.

Then there was a fierce battle, and rivers of blood flowed. But no one can help this swordsman who is determined to die.

Until that one, he once revered his clan brother extremely much, and promised Chu Xiaohan not to raise troops in Eastern Wu within a hundred years.

This Jiangdong Tiger just drew a knife and killed himself in front of everyone.

He still clearly remembers what the remaining dozen or so swordsmen had said to him when they took away the long knife stained with Chu Xiaohan's blood and left.

"A hundred years later, the descendants of Jiangdong will have this deep hatred. ”

So, since then, that knife has had a heart-wrenching name - Xiahou Blood!

And he also has a lingering nightmare.

Therefore, he hated the look of the young man in front of him, and he hated the swordsman who gave him such a look.

"Your name is Su Changan, right?" he asked.

"Yes. The boy nodded.

"He's your master?"

"Yes. The boy nodded again.

"Wait a minute, and I'll let you see him die by my sword. There was a glint in his eyes at that moment, as if he saw the despair in the young man's eyes when he witnessed the death of the swordsman in front of his eyes.

It should be quite poignant, and quite wonderful, despair.

Just as he watched his brother die in front of him.

He looked forward to the appearance of the young man at that time, and also looked forward to the helpless anger in the young man's eyes at this moment after hearing these words.

But, to his surprise.

The young man, however, shook his head at this moment.

Then, very seriously, he said in an extraordinarily firm tone: "I can't see it." ”

The next moment.

The young man's body leaped to his feet, raising his sword high above his head.

His eyes were bloodshot and his hair was disheveled.

He was so weak, so small.

But that knife.

But forgetting life and death, he is as determined as a tiger.

Just like the swordsman ten years ago.

It's like the tiger a hundred years ago.