Misery: my feet step out of the flames of war

In the other thatched pavilion in Xishan Mountain, the heavy twilight mist illuminates the extremely tired people.

"Capture."

"Who?"

"I am the sword, the sword that has been with you since your birth."

"sword?"

"The life I brought to you may be regarded as misfortune by you."

"you?"

"How you see me is how I will become you. Do you see me clearly?"

The sword was close at hand, and I suddenly woke up. Above my head was the familiar thatched pavilion. I turned around and saw Mingfuzi leaning on the big stone and snoring.

After entering the martial arts profession, Mingfuzi, for some unknown reason, was extremely strict with the swordsman and the prodigy. He only gave him two hours a day to eat and sleep, and he spent the rest of the time practicing swordsmanship.

Sui Wutuo made rapid progress, but the sword was so close to him that he couldn't get rid of the obstacles in his heart, and he still couldn't comprehend the meaning of Mingfuzi's sword.

Suddenly, the sword was so close that he noticed layers of red sword energy hovering above Mingfuzi's head, like a school of fish connected head to tail, flowing leisurely in the void.

The sword is spontaneous, the fish leaps and the kite flies.

With the sword close at hand, he stared at the school of fish transformed by the sword energy. As if he noticed his gaze, the sword energy instantly moved and flew towards him like a rainstorm.

At the critical moment, a scorching energy rushed out of his body, turned into thousands of small swords, and collided with Mingfuzi's sword intention.

Bang bang bang bang!
The sound of two swords clashing awakened Master Ming. He stretched and said with satisfaction, "This weather is really suitable for sleeping."

"Sword, madness."

"Your sword is finally drawn out, and the old man can finally rest assured."

"Many, thanks."

Master Ming came over, patted his hand in sympathy, and pointed to his heart.

"Your hands are sword hands, your eyes are murderous eyes, but your heart is a heart made of flesh. Silent people often bear more than others. You are destined to be old and crazy, and old crazy will make you You will reach the peak of swordsmanship again."

"Where is he?"

"You mean it's unprovoked? He's cooking over there."

Following Mingfuzi's gaze, he saw Sui Wugui lighting a fire in front of a stove built with several stones.

"What are you looking at? Keep practicing your sword."

At this moment, a huge evil atmosphere enveloped him, and evil spirits burst out of the ground. Jian Bian's loving expression changed instantly, and his hair flew up, like a giant demon reincarnated.

"Sword, madness?"

Sui Wuduan, who was several feet away, was also shocked: "Your Majesty, Sword Confucian!"

Master Ming's eyes showed bloody murderous intent, and he said ferociously: "Before you die, remember these eight words, the beginning of disaster, the beginning of all evil!"

Unfamiliar words, frantic consciousness, no longer seeing Shen Xiong's eyes in the past, and even less recognition of the two beloved disciples in front of him, Mingfuzi struck the wooden stick in his hand in the air, and the huge sword energy flew towards Sui Wutuan and the sword close at hand.

The two brothers were forced to fight, using both swords at once, and barely managed to defeat Jianru.

"Your Majesty, the situation is not good and we must try to subdue him."

"Old, epileptic, wake up, come on!"

"kill!"

The demonic aura was full, threatening the situation. Seeing that the situation was in danger, Sui unprovokedly cooperated with the sword at hand, and joined forces for the first time, striving to attack and counterattack.

"Ho!"

"Explicit front flow!"

Although there is a tacit understanding between the brothers, the foundation is really far apart. In the madness of Master Ming's sword, his sword intent increased greatly, and he shot in all directions. In the blink of an eye, Xishan was in ruins.

"Misfortune...kill, kill, kill!"

The unhindered sword intent and the unstoppable cold front killed the two brothers until their bodies were red and scarred.

At the critical moment, he suddenly saw a figure passing over the west mountain and landing gracefully.

"Fengdu road, martyrdom, tyrants bury their bones. The sky is silent, the earth is silent, how can mortals see the end of the world. Doomsday, atheism."

Master Ming's eyes did not recognize who was coming, and the devil's appearance became even more crazy.

"You? Kill!"

"The ghosts of the earth and the underworld cry, be destroyed!"

The two sides started with a unique move, the power of blood and darkness, the evil spirit, the ultimate conflict.

The sword mania turns his fingers into swords, one into thousands, thousands into ten thousand, one sword is endless, and the whole world trembles.Di Mingqiang gathered his power and waved Shenwei. On the edge of the sword, the power of dark blood gathered into a spiral, swallowing the blood from all directions.

boom!
When the extreme moves first converge, there is a loud explosion, the earth cracks, and powerful shock waves sweep across all directions. The sword is so close and the depth is unprovoked.

"I'm going to inform Fa Ruzun, brother, please be careful!"

Sui rushes to the ancient Defeng Road for no reason.

With the sword close at hand, he hid behind a big rock and watched the battle closely. In his mind, he gradually recalled the power of blood and darkness on Di Ming, the tragic situation in Qinglao Mountain, and the evil power once contained in his body.

It's him!

The sword was close at hand, his fists were clenched, and he was filled with anger. Unknowingly, his chest was getting hotter and hotter.

But I heard Di Ming mockingly say: "The man who killed the demon turned into an evil demon. Mr. Jian Dei Ming, your fate will be fulfilled today!"

"Heaven and earth are swords!"

The madness of the sword became even more intense. In an instant, the sword intention erupted from the body, sweeping everything, swallowing up the world.

"How can you measure the power of the dizzy, the chapter of the dark sun, blood and darkness, the burial cry!"

The smile on the corner of Di Ming's mouth became brighter and brighter, and a ball of blood-colored dark power burst out from Shenwei's hand, rolling into the air like a blood cloud.

The unparalleled unique moves connected with each other, shocking the ground again and shaking the sky. The Qiongxiao Mingjing Sword, which was scattered by the power of blood and darkness, suddenly flew close to the sword.

The sudden change caused the body of the innate sword embryo that was so close to the sword to fully open, greedily absorbing the Qiongxiao Mingjian.

"what!"

The sword intent entered the body continuously, causing cold sweat to break out from the sword, making him feel unbearable pain, and his whole body felt like it was on fire.

Di Ming was shocked to see this scene and laughed inexplicably: "It turns out that he is a fish that slipped through the net in Qinglao Mountain Realm. He is indeed the person that Dazzler has taken a liking to. He is indeed not bad at all."

The evil energy was suppressed by the power of blood and darkness, Mingfuzi gradually woke up and took back the remaining sword energy, leaving only half of the Wandao Qixiao Mingjing Sword.

"Kid, you're fine! And you?"

He has suppressed evil spirits for thousands of years and suffered both physical and mental torture. But at this moment, the old swordsman's eyes sternly shot out two cold gleams that were not to be taken lightly.

"You carry the aura of blood and darkness, are you the one who caused Shan Feng's crime?"

"Not only that, Dazzler is also the killer of you evil demons, so suffer death!"

Di Ming then channeled the power of blood and darkness, merged with the Immortal Sect's unique style, condensed his momentum, and hit Mingfuzi with a burst of dark energy that could destroy the heaven and the earth.

"Swallow the world and exhaust the void!"

"Your self-confidence will take you to hell. Ten years of sharpening the sword will be wasted, and your life will be spent in vain!"

Master Ming raised his hands, using both methods together. His chivalrous life was filled with sorrow, and his unparalleled sword intention turned into a majestic divine punishment.

With the shocking roar, the two of them were shaken back and were injured at the same time.

"The dizzy should praise you for being old and getting stronger, but that's it. Asking ghosts for help, hell as a basis, journey of martyrdom, and departure for the end!"

Di Ming threw the sword away, and then the Eye of Martyrdom suddenly opened. The door to hell opened, and thousands of ghosts and ghosts flew out from the ground, and all ghosts and ghosts disappeared within a radius of a hundred miles.

"Legendary Sword·Ten Thousand Swords Tianyue!"

The last move, a life-saving move, Mingfuzi put his fingers together and raised them high to the sky. The peerless sword that had beheaded the dragon on Shiliu Island came out again, pressing down with great force, echoing across China.

The endless ghosts roared, and the huge ghost energy attacked, but in the end, the martyrs drove away the ghosts, and cut off the evil atmosphere with great ambition.

Unexpectedly, a shocking change occurred again. Just when the sword intent was clearing away thousands of ghosts and evil spirits, the cry of the gods came through the air, reappearing the ultimate killing move of the earth and the underworld.

"The final form of the Doomsday Martial Art - Hell weeps and all souls die in heaven!"

"don't want!"

The sword that had just stabilized the Qiongxiao Piming Sword screamed wildly, and he rushed out regardless of his own safety, blocking Ming Fuzi.

"Silly boy, duh!"

With the last remaining strength, he pushed the sword out very close to his feet, crying from his chest, and ordered his wife to shed blood forever.

"Di Ming!"

"Sword Confucian!"

"Your Majesty!"

Three exclamations sounded at the same time. Tianji and Jun Fengtian, who were in Haozheng Wudao, rushed to the Xishan Biejiao Pavilion. What they saw was a scene of sadness and anger.

The blood color at dusk once shone on Jiangnan sword clothes.

The west wind is silent, only blowing the white hair of the green mountains.

(Thanks to Li Luo for the reward and fellow Taoists for their monthly votes, I can stay in the top ten.) (End of this chapter)