There was a thunder blew up in the sky, one wave higher than another. The entire sky seemed to have been pierced, rolling up circles of irregular waves of mysterious energy.
The "jueying" in Lao Wu's hand was broken. In the battles, the famous sword with only the "middle-level Taoist weapon" eventually broke. A smile appeared on the face of the Ghost Venerable. The "sword warrior" without the sword was like a tiger without sharp teeth. What's there to be afraid of?
Facts have proved that the more developed our imagination, the more unimaginable the consequences are.
The Ghost Venerable originally thought that Lao Wu, who had no sword, was the fresh meat that he could slaughter. Did he ever think that Lao Wu took a deep breath and the "Haoran Sword Qi" reached the top.
"Come on the sword!"
Old Wu shouted loudly, and the sword blade within a radius of several miles flew straight into Old Wu's hand as if he was summoned.
Lao Wu did not hold the sword, but moved dozens of long swords of different grades, dancing with the wind.
"Boy Ye, look wide with your eyes!"
With a loud shout, dozens of long swords flew into the sky.
"Botian sword!"
Old Wu pointed his two fingers at the Ghost Venerable with his right hand. Dozens of long swords stabbed straight towards the Ghost Venerable as if they were spiritual. It was like a dozen meteors emitting different colors, instantly submerging the Ghost Venerable.
Ghost crying and howling.
This "big hero" who had been in the sky for decades eventually died in Lao Wu's "sword sea".
The "Tianxia Sword" flew back to Ye Junlin's sword sheath, and the remaining dozens of long swords, including the "Juque Sword", were all broken.
On Ye Junlin's chest, the black mist that had been lingering for a long time disappeared in the air. The person who cast the curse died, and the "Niggage Curse" was naturally lifted.
Old Wu knelt on the ground, leaving two lines of clear tears on his vicissitudes of life.
A man's tears are two lines, one acts as the common people and the other acts as the beauty.
Ye Junlin didn't know why Lao Wu was, but he knew that the old man's knot had finally been untied.
In the 158th year of the Spring and Autumn Period, April 28th of the "first year of Xinliang" in the Jin Dynasty. This day will eventually be remembered by all the historians of Qingxiao: On this day, the "Two Ghosts of Western Qin" all fell, which undoubtedly added to the insult to the Qin State, which had already begun to decline.
The old era is about to pass, and the new era is coming.
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Zhongzhou City.
Wei Wuji held the horse, carried the sword, and went straight into the "Killing God Tower". Halfway through the journey, suddenly there were thirteen women blocking the road.
The thirteen women were all dressed in white, as beautiful as flowers, like fairies in the sky.
Wei Wuji raised his head, looked at the woman who was leading the way, and smiled softly.
"Master Su, don't be fine."
The owner of the "Drunk Red Building" Su Muzhe did not answer. She looked at Wei Wuji, and her heart felt like a volcano erupting, but her eyes were gentle like a spring.
There will always be such an experience in life.
You will meet a person: when others are in your eyes, they are pieced together by hands, feet, nose and mouth. But that person has a clear spring, a lake, and a starry sky.
If you meet, you will never be able to recover.
The twelve women looked at each other, and then quietly left in a very tacit understanding. Some onlookers who didn't know the truth only felt that the darkness in front of them was no longer conscious.
Su Muzhai looked at Wei Wuji and opened his red lips lightly: "You really want to have a fight with him?"
Wei Wuji smiled and said only one word: "Try."
"Aren't you afraid of death?"
"Not afraid." Wei Wuji raised his head, looked at the blue sky above his head, and added: "I have already closed my eyes, and my life has been in the dark."
Su Muzhe finally couldn't help it, and tears burst out from his eyes like a flood that broke through the dam.
"Okay." Su Muzha bit his red lips tightly and said softly: "If you are alive, you will be in seclusion with me and die; if you die, I will die with you. Wei Wuji, do you dare not?"
Wei Wuji shook his head and sighed softly.
"Muzhe, it seems that I can't pay it back clearly what Wuji owe you in this life."
Su Mu burst into tears and laughed, walked forward, hugging Wei Wuji lightly. His face was so beautiful that he was close to Wei Wuji's chest, like an ordinary woman waiting for her husband's return, and finally waited for him to be triumphant.
Red beans grow in the south, and sprout in spring and wither in winter. It is better not to miss lovesickness than to miss lovesickness.
"This spring and autumn have destroyed too much happiness. If we can make a little insignificant contribution to ending this troubled times, Wuji will still be in his life even though he dies."
Su Muzhe raised his head and looked at Wei Wuji's firm face. In his pair of autumn water's eyes, bright little stars shining.
"?If there is a next life, let us be a pair of little mice, love each other stupidly, live a stupid life, fall in love, and be together stupidly. Even if the mountains are blocked with heavy snow, we can still lie in the warm haystack, hold you tightly, and bite your ears gently..."
Wei Wuji looked at the woman in his arms, smiled gently, and finally plucked up the courage to gently caress her eyebrows.
"I owe you so much in this life."
"Then I will save it and pay it back again in my next life. If you want to give it back to me, you will also give it back to me. Otherwise, I will not let you go."
Su Muzhe smiled, and tears flowed down again.
Wei Wuji raised his hand and wiped the tears from her face. The two of them held hands and climbed up the city tower with their heads raised.
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On this day, the originally clear sky of the "Kill God Tower" suddenly roared with wind and thunder.
All the visitors to Zhongzhou City and the people in the city have seen an unforgettable scene.
A handsome young man, holding a woman in white, instantly killed ten "martial slaves" guarding the "Kill God Tower". No one dared to stop him all the way and went straight to the top of the tower.
The handsome young master let go of his hand, pulled out his sword, pointed directly at the sky, and said loudly: "Master Killing God, Wei Wuji, the state of Jin, will you dare to fight with you by taking advantage of the fortune of the seven countries in the Spring and Autumn Period?"
This sentence stirred up the vigor of energy in my heart and resounded throughout most of Zhongzhou City.
The clouds in the nine heavens stand upright and the waters in the four seas flow backwards. In Zhongzhou City, 1,999 long swords were unsheathed into the sky and hung in the sky.
The sword-controlling method is no different from the old sword god Wu Qi.
"Wei Wuji comes to Zhongzhou and then uses this sword in the city to fight with you. Do you dare to fight?"
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Life is only a hundred years at most, and seventy is rare since ancient times.
Bai Qi lived in Zhongzhou for a hundred years and could not remember how many people had come to challenge him. He raised his head, looked at the handsome young master on the top floor, and smiled softly.
It has been many years since I haven't had such passion.
If you meet an opponent with a chess, you will meet a good talent, and you will be lucky.
Lifting the famous "Zhao Si" sword that had been hanging on the wall for a long time and had gradually become dusty, Bai Qi smiled self-deprecatingly: "Wei Wuji, I hope you don't disappoint me."
"Please leave the city and go into the sea to fight Bai!" A voice like a bell came from the Killing God Tower.
Countless people in Zhongzhou City raised their heads at the same time, and a burly white shadow, like a comet, storming towards the East China Sea.
One thousand ninety-nine long swords, the tip of the sword instantly pointed directly at the East China Sea. A man jumped on the first step and took the sword to the East China Sea...