Beyond the Divine States

Before the age of 16, Ke Wenzhou would always sit in the corridor of the courtyard, holding his sword, watching the rain beat banana leaves, and sometimes he could be absent-minded all day.

His elder martial brothers and sisters practiced swords in the courtyard. The father of the teacher walked through them and occasionally corrected their muscles and bones and pointed out their swordsmanship. The father of the teacher looked like an expert. When he walked, he didn't walk very fast, but he always gave people an imposing manner.

Ke Wenzhou looked at them quietly without saying a word. Most people would forget the boy. The banana leaves dripping with rain in front of the court were more eye-catching than him.

The rain was cold and the painted pillars were covered with paper symbols. When the bell rang, the disciples left one after another.

They passed by Ke Wenzhou and occasionally looked at him. The reason was that he was born handsome.

When Ke Wenzhou was four years old, he came to the sword museum to learn sword. When he came, he held his family sword. The sword had exquisite patterns, sharp edges and good appearance. At that time, they thought it would be a talented young man of your family.

But ten years later, his swordsmanship didn't advance, and he never entered the road of practice.

No matter how good a useless person's skin is, he will not be taken seriously in a place where there are so many monks.

"If you can't enter the school at the age of 16, I'll have to send you out of the school." The father came to him and patted him on the shoulder.

The rain drops are broken on the banana leaves.

Ke asked the boat to turn around. He nodded and said hello.

The old man shook his head, as if seeing through his desire to maintain the dignity of your son, sighed and left.

Ke Wenzhou was still sitting there, covered by lush leaves.

The disciples occasionally communicate when they pass by. They know about Ke Wenzhou's life experience.

Ke Wenzhou came from a declining sword repairing family. The family was famous at first, but several fights consumed the family seriously. Ke Wenzhou's parents were the losers in the fight. Before his death, his mother gave him the family sword and told him to live well.

Ke Wenzhou's memory of that period was vague. He only remembered that it was the first time his mother touched his head.

There is a prominent bone in the back of his head, which is anti bone and considered as a bad omen.

After his mother's death, his father tried his best to save him. He sent him out of the house by all means and handed him over to a very common sword hall in Zhongtu to avoid being cut down.

The teacher's father was a friend in need many years ago.

Ke Wenzhou seldom talks since then. A troublesome disciple often comes to him and asks him what he is doing sitting around all day. He says that he is keeping a sword.

Raise the sword

When the man heard that, he sneered and said that you are weak and sick. You cough all day. If you don't take good care of yourself, what kind of sword do you have?

Ke Wenzhou did not answer.

Two years later.

In that year, all the students will be tested for their state of mind. The top ten students of the state of mind will be sent to a better sect for further study, while the students with insufficient state of mind will be expelled from the school.

We all have great expectations for going to a stronger sect for further study, because this year, the divine battle of the central government of China and Turkey has started. If we want to survive in this troubled world, we can only have a stronger realm.

At the age of 16, there was turmoil in the sword hall.

At that time, most of the disciples had finished the test, and the top ten had almost been finalized. He stood with some of the worst disciples, and the disciples around him were listlessly waiting for the final "trial.".

Unfortunately, the disciple who often came to laugh at him won the 11th place. He was only one step away from his dream, and his depression was indescribable.

Just when it was Ke Wenzhou's turn to go for the test, there was a sudden noise outside. In a sudden flash of light and shadow, a disciple fell into a pool of blood. Then, a lot of people in black appeared in front of him. Their clothes looked like killers.

Ke Wenzhou quickly guessed that they had come to kill themselves.

He knew that the family had always believed in the principle of cutting down the roots. Now, I don't know which uncle betrayed his father and finally let them find it.

The crowd watched the killer nervously.

The teacher's father stopped in front of him and pulled out his sword.

The killer didn't even look at him. He only asked them to hand over Ke Wenzhou, but left a way to live.

At that time, he didn't have this name. Before his father sent him away, he asked him to change his name.

The teacher's father was puzzled, and everyone was in a panic. When the killer wanted to kill Liwei, Ke Wenzhou, standing in front of the test bench, suddenly put his hand on the sword tablet in front of him.

The sword stele is used to test the talent and realm. When the sword stele is touched, it will produce induction, or glow, or buzz, in order to tell the monk's realm.

At the moment, Ke Wenzhou is standing on the high platform, but everyone is used to ignoring him and nobody pays attention to him.

Until the crashing sound.

Later, they looked up and saw that the young man in black was covering his hand with a sword tablet. After the sword tablet was shining white, it disintegrated and exploded.

The boy looked at them and said, "I am Ke Wenzhou."

The killer who took the lead saw the anti bone on the back of his head and immediately reacted and rushed towards him.

The stele was covered with sword light.

The camellia flowers and banana leaves under the court were cut to pieces. In the spring, the red flowers disappeared.

Then, the bodies of the killers fell from above and hit the ground.

"Who betrayed my father?"

Ke Wenzhou looks at the last killer and asks.

The killer opened his mouth, but he couldn't speak, only blood gushed out.

Ke Wenzhou shook his head and threw him to the ground.

The crowd looked at him in horror.

The teacher's father looked at him from a distance, and his pupils suddenly shrank, as if seeing the devil, "you... Are you really his son? How can a man like him give birth to a son like you... "

Ke Wenzhou saluted the teacher's father and said, "I'm surprised."

The teacher's father took a long time to relax and said, "I'm really dazzled. I've underestimated you for so many years."

Ke asked the boat, "my mother said a word to me before she died."

"What?" The teacher asked his father.

"A gentleman, she said, hides in a vessel." Ke Wenzhou held the ancient sword full of spirit in her hand and said, "then she gave it to me. This is the first lesson my mother taught me. Before my father sent me away, he also said that the beast in the cage can't show its claws before it grows up. This is the first lesson my father taught me."

The teacher's father looked at the ancient sword, remained silent for a long time, finally nodded and said: "you are really raising the sword... You have learned these two lessons very well. If old Ke is to see such you, think to come certainly is gratified

"Maybe."

Ke Wenzhou looked slightly dazed. He looked at the disciple who was lying in the pool of blood and made a deep salute.

He didn't kill himself, but he died for himself.

The disciples in the rear were completely shocked. They never thought that this young man, who was ignored by them, had enough talent and realm to crush them.

Especially the disciple who often ridicules him.

He was stunned and frightened, and trembled all over. He didn't dare to move, for fear that the other party would notice him and get revenge.

But Ke Wenzhou didn't look at him.

The disciple recovered and found that the one who fell in the pool of blood happened to be one of the top ten disciples, and he was the eleventh... That is to say

But he soon sobered up, Ke Wenzhou's performance now pressure everyone, even if one died, he is still the eleventh.

In front of him, the teacher's father is also arranging for his later practice.

"After that, when you go to a better sect, you should practice more frequently and strive for revenge for your parents one day." The teacher's father said and handed him a wooden card to kill the sword building.

The courtyard of their sword hall is affiliated to the local famous zongmen shajian building, which is set up to attract talents.

In full view of the public, Ke Wenzhou refused the wooden card.

"The practice of zongmen is too slow for me, and it's not suitable for me. Besides, someone should come to kill me later. I don't want to involve anyone." Ke Wenzhou said so, and then pushed away the courtyard.

The rain fell and the courtyard was full of blood.

The eleven disciples were speechless. It took a long time for them to react. Fortunately, they hit themselves on the head.

Ke Wenzhou said goodbye in this way.

On the eve of his farewell, the teacher's father came to his room and gave him several secret sword scores.

"These were all given to me by your father at the beginning. He said that they would be given to you after you entered the mystery. Now you may not like them, but... They are yours after all." The teacher's father handed him the parcel.

Ke asked the boat, "thank you, master."

The teacher's father looked at his face, thought of his old friend, sighed and said, "your father entrusted you to me, but I can't teach you anything in the past ten years."

Ke asked the boat, "if you can give me a peaceful life for more than ten years, I have nothing to repay."

The teacher's father nodded and stuffed the bag with the secret script into his arms.

Then, Ke Wenzhou's dull hum of eating pain rang out.

He bowed his head in amazement, looked at the blood on his chest, and suddenly understood: "it's you! You betrayed your father

The teacher's father sighed: "even if I don't betray him, they will come soon. I don't want to die. I haven't been able to teach you anything these years. This is the first lesson I've taught you. "

Ke Wenzhou was holding the blade, but he was stabbed. In the spasmodic pain, he didn't use much strength.

It's a heavy rain outside. It's a thunderous night.

The young man, who has been enduring for many years, has never been outwitted, and is about to die on this rainstorm night.

Ke Wenzhou's palm is full of blood. He watched the blade cut the skin a little bit and stabbed into it.

If there is life on the tip of the sword, maybe you can hear the heart beating at this moment... Ke Wenzhou thinks in a trance.

Suddenly, he came back from the pain and yelled, "kill him!"

"Don't hide! You saw him kill, he won't let you go! If you want to live, just kill the old man! "

The sound of opening the door suddenly rang out. The teacher's father didn't respond. He subconsciously turned around, and then gave a miserable hum.

Thunder and lightning lit up the house for a moment.

In the white light, the teacher's father vaguely saw a pale and frightened face.

This is his disciple... What's his name... The teacher's father couldn't ring for a moment, but he seemed to be 11th in today's test.

For a moment, Ke Wenzhou pulled out the sword that pierced his chest, put his backhand into the teacher's father's throat, and pressed him to the ground. The teacher's father made no sound, so his neck was cut open, and his limbs were frozen after a violent shiver.

Then came the sound of the blade landing.

The disciple who stabbed the teacher's father in the back knelt down on the ground with a plop, and was scared to tears.

"I... I'm here for you... I didn't want to kill... I..."

He looked at his bloody hand and the dead Master. After the impulse in his mind, he felt a sense of fear from inside.

He came to ask Ke about the boat. He hesitated for a long time before he came here. He wanted to apologize and thank him. He didn't know whether his apology and gratitude were false, but he felt that he should do it... So he witnessed the scene of master apprentice killing by accident.

He wants to leave quietly, but Ke Wenzhou finds him and drinks him out.

In the intense tension, Ke Wenzhou's words occupied his brain. He believed his words and believed that after the event, the master would kill Ke Wenzhou, who discovered the truth.

Fear and impulse prompted him to rush in and kill his master with one sword.

He knelt on the ground and looked at Ke Wenzhou. After a long time, he said in a trembling voice: "now... What should I do?"

Ke Wenzhou covered his chest and said, "come with me. You saved my life. I won't let you die."

So they left the sword hall on this stormy night.

He thought Ke Wenzhou would find a place where there was no one and kill him. He immediately trembled and apologized: "I used to..."

"Don't talk. Be careful to wake others up." Ke asked the boat, "I didn't care about the past. I didn't even know your name."

The disciple said, "my name is Yunyi..."

Yunyi, the name is not complicated, but Ke likes to call him eleven after he asks Zhou.

He was eleven in the original courtyard.

They became friends for no reason.

For the next year, they have been traveling in China.

In this year, there are many people who want to kill Ke Wenzhou. Among them, killing Wangting, a well-known killer organization, killed him most.

But the people who came to kill him failed in the end.

Finally, a year later, the well-known killer who killed Wang Ting also took over the task of killing him. The killer didn't feel ashamed of his reputation. He finally took Ke Wenzhou back to Wang Ting and met Wang Ting's killer king.

After learning the news, the Ke family leader was overjoyed. The clan leader came to kill the king's court with the promised money.

The patriarch met the king of killers.

He handed over half of the gold and silver and asked, "where is the boat?"

The king of killers took off his hat and revealed the dazzling bone behind his head: "uncle, long time no see."

The sword pierced the heart of a relative.

Yun Yi came up from one side and gently shook his head: "there won't be any more trouble for us, will there?"

At that time, the well-known assassin came to assassinate Ke Wenzhou and was killed jointly by Ke Wenzhou and him. Then Yunyi disguised himself as an assassin and escorted Ke Wenzhou to see the master of the killing court. He killed him in the palace and took his place.

It's incredible, but it's not difficult for Ke Wenzhou.

He is a real genius. Some even say that his future achievements will surpass those of Qiu Ziguan and Li He.

"Well, I'm tired of killing so many people this year. It's time to say goodbye to the past. " Ke asked Zhou.

Thinking about his dream experience in the past year, Yun Yi said with a bitter smile, "I didn't expect that I would become friends with you."

Ke asked the boat: "fate is unpredictable, or so, in a word... Thank you."

Yun Yi said: "thank you. Your realm is far beyond me. In this year, I haven't killed as many people as you. In the future, I'm afraid I can't help you any more. Oh, you won't kill a useless waste like me, will you?"

Ke asked the boat with a smile and said, "if it were not for you, I would not have killed the king of the court that day. Even the slightest help is related to life and death."

Yun Yi asked, "what do you want to do next?"

Ke asked the boat, "I want to find a real famous teacher. I want to reach the top of the Tao. I want to... Become the first sword in the world."

Yun Yi looks at him and thinks he can do it one day.

It will be ten years before Ke Wenzhou finds his famous teacher.

In these ten years, they still travel around the world together, visit the immortal sect, challenge the experts and practice the secret books.

But limited by his talent, even with the help of Ke Wenzhou, Yun Yi can only reach the peak of his long life.

"It's still too short to live 200 years. If you see the scenery of the avenue, please tell me."

This is what Yun Yi said to him ten years later.

On that day, the sage finally agreed to accept him as an apprentice. He wanted to bring Yun Yi into the door together, but Yun Yi's talent was much worse than the sage's talent. Taking him into the door not only broke the rules, but also was of no benefit to him.

Yun Yi is also very witty and says goodbye to him.

"Well, I'll come to you when I'm finished. Thank you all these years." Ke Wenzhou said seriously.

But Yun Yi said with a smile, "no one will drag you down in the future. Your realm will rise even higher."

"Don't say that." Ke asked the boat: "a martial uncle Dapeng told me that there is a mysterious skill called body, which can make people nearly double as strong as a great general... Before that, you were my body."

Ke Wenzhou said this, but he didn't feel right. He was his friend, not his weapon. He wanted to explain something, but Yun Yi said, "I'm very honored."

Ke asked the boat.

The two friends, who had been friends for many years, had a drink all night, then said goodbye for a while and met again after many years.

Ke Wenzhou worships the sage.

It was a period of time when he was most preoccupied.

In the past, he seldom met opponents, but now he found that his vision was too shallow. Almost all the people he met here could crush him with one finger.

On the first day of admission, he and all his disciples were told one thing: don't fly up.

He didn't know what it meant, but after all, it was a long way to go, and he didn't pay much attention to it, just practice in silence.

He seldom really saw saints. He was responsible for teaching him the golden winged Mirs. The golden winged Mirs are very famous. They are said to be one of the demon saints of the demon clan. They once swallowed the Buddha, and the Yanghuang cangyu sword destroyed heaven and earth.

Ke Wenzhou once asked: "I was born with antipathy, which is an ominous sign. Why did the sage accept me as an apprentice?"

Golden winged Mirs touched his hands and said, "who have you betrayed in these years?"

Ke asked the boat, "I betrayed my master, my family."

The golden winged Mirs said, "that's betraying sin. If you don't betray sin, how can you know the light and the good?"

Ke Wenzhou nodded knowingly.

"Martial uncle, what is the purpose of this war between China and Turkey?" Ke asked the boat.

"You're still young, you don't need to know that." The golden winged Mirs replied.

After that, he reached a higher level and knew more and more.

Many years later, under the leadership of the golden winged Mirs, he saw the scene above the immortal court that he will never forget.

It's a rice field of bones

That's what happens to the ascender.

On this day, Ke Wenzhou finally understood that they had been kept in a wide cage and could not escape. People yearning for freedom had been cut off and turned into white bones. They had weathered miserably in the legendary fairyland of freedom.

This is the fate of the monk.

"We are the ones who break our destiny." Golden winged Mirs stand in the sun, wings reflect the golden light, so said.

Ke Wenzhou was in a trance for a long time.

Golden winged Mirs continued: "your talent is very high. It's higher than I thought at first. However, in history, many talents like you come to a bad end, but I believe you can always do something different. In a few decades, I'm afraid I can't teach you anything. "

Ke Wenzhou shook his head and said, "why, I can't even take a Yanghuang cangyu sword from my martial uncle now... Besides, I still have a lot to learn."

The golden winged Mirs asked: "the sage's unique skills are various. There are laws of heaven and earth, great products of heaven and immortals, and changes of heaven and earth. Which do you want to learn?"

Ke Wenzhou lowers his head, and Yunyi's face comes to mind. They will still meet each other these years, but the frequency of meeting is getting lower and lower. He said subconsciously, "I want to learn how to be outside!"

After that, the golden winged Mirs really taught him.

It has been several decades since he was introduced.

On the day of learning how to be an outsider, he was overjoyed and went out to find his best friend many years ago.

He wanted to tell him that from then on, his own body could stay under the saint's door and travel around the world with him.

Yun Yi died on this day.

The root of his illness was left many years ago. It was a crazy ancient god who hurt him. At that time, if Ke Wenzhou hadn't arrived in time to save him, Yun Yi would have died.

It's just that his life, which he tried hard to survive, was finally unable to bear the pain.

When Ke Wenzhou arrived, Yunyi was dying.

He heard what Yun Yi said before he died

"Can you be the number one sword in the world?"

"Yes

"Then you're going to kill them all."

Ke Wenzhou once described the scene of Xianting to him. At that time, he didn't know that there was a Dark Lord in the kingdom of God. They only knew that something was surrounding outside, trapping all spirits.

"Good." Ke Wenzhou agreed.

He didn't dare to say too much for fear that the other party would not have time to listen.

Yun Yi's mind tilted and his hand slipped down.

It seems that the rainstorm night of that year was still yesterday. In the twinkling of an eye, my old friend will say goodbye forever.

……

Ke Wenzhou returned to the saint's door. He shut himself in the room and kept silent for many days.

It seems to be fate again.

When he left the room, he came across a terrible scene.

He saw four disciples gathered in the courtyard, under the lush banana leaves, discussing something.

In front of them, there is a stele, which is the stele of heaven.

"You're going up?"

Ke Wenzhou responded and immediately asked.

The four disciples were surprised at his appearance, but they soon calmed down.

"Well, we're going." One of them answered.

"Why?" Ke asked the boat: "the sage has said to us long ago, don't soar, don't soar! You haven't seen the scene above the immortal court! "

"But we're going to lose... It's impossible to win this war. Instead of waiting to die in the world, we'd better fly up to Qingxiao to have a look." Another humanitarian: "maybe, don't fly up is a hoax?"

Ke asked the boat, his pupils suddenly shrank: "don't you believe in saints? Elder martial brother, you... We have killed many ancient gods over the years. We can win! "

"You can't win, you can't win... You haven't climbed the real pillar of heaven, and you don't see how terrible the front is. It's an invincible enemy!" There was a tremor.

The last disciple echoed: "I, I don't believe in saints, I don't believe in myself."

"Maybe... Maybe there's a way to go up?"

"I spent half my life on this monument. I went to many places in the world and verified its accuracy. It can't be wrong... Or I want to know whether it is wrong before I die!"

"Well, I also want to know that I've had enough of fighting. I want to go outside and have a look. You can see the stars outside. Why can't you touch them?"

"You..." Ke Wenzhou was speechless and didn't know how to persuade him.

In the end, the four senior brothers soared together.

The courtyard was empty, and he stood alone, surrounded by green banana leaves.

After a long time, there was a shower of blood in the sky.

Rain beat banana.

Ke Wenzhou felt unprecedented loneliness and despair.

He wanted to see the saint, to express his emotions, to understand the truth of the world, to know whether the existence above the kingdom of God was invincible!

He wanted to go up the mountain with his sword and die on Kunlun.

All the thoughts are entangled in my mind.

When his eyes were red and there was a sign of enchantment, a clear voice suddenly rang out

"Don't look, your senior brothers are dead."

It was a woman's voice.

"Who is it?"

Ke Wenzhou suddenly turned back. He had reached five peaks at the moment, but he didn't notice anyone coming.

Under the steps of the courtyard stood a graceful and noble woman. She was dressed in a phoenix skirt, and her hands were solemnly folded in front of her. She could not see her face clearly.

"My name is Zhu." The woman said, "you are chosen by the sage. I will teach you something. You should keep it in mind and never forget it."

In the courtyard, under the bloody banana leaves, a woman named Zhu taught him the first and last lesson: putting thinking in a box.

The woman demonstrated with a stacked wooden box.

A simple wooden box, after making a multi-layer cover, cheated his divine sense.

Ke Wenzhou thinks it's a little incredible.

"That's all I've taught you." This is what a woman surnamed Zhu said.

Ke asked the boat, "what's the point of this?"

The woman said: "you may lose this war, but it is far from over. You are the one chosen by the sage, so you have to live until five hundred years later, when the fire of hope is rekindled. In these five hundred years, you... Have to hide yourself."

"Hide yourself?"

Ke Wenzhou involuntarily recalled his experience from the age of four to sixteen.

"Hide yourself in a box?" he asked

"Well." The woman said, "hide your loyalty to the sage, your responsibility to the human race and your unrepentant heart."

"After you hide it?" Ke asked Zhou, "what did I become after that?"

The woman said: "the devil who has no feelings and no righteousness and asks with one heart."

Ke asked the boat with a look of fear, "in that case, I will kill a lot of people in the future, right? Kill a lot of good people... "

"Yes," said the woman

Ke Wenzhou immediately shook his head: "I might as well die on Kunlun!"

The woman looked at him for the last time and said, "in this world, there are countless people who have died, and there are also many people who are dying. In the future, there will be countless people who will die... You will also die, but now that you die, it is meaningless for this doomed war."

"Why is it doomed to failure?"

"Because we made a mistake, the enemy is stronger than we thought."

This reason is very simple, but Ke Wenzhou is out of breath.

More powerful than saints... More powerful than all of them... What can he do even if he doesn't die now?

The shadow of the woman walking into the courtyard is that her body is more and more pale. She said: "there are such words in the troupe, Sheng Dan Jing Mo Chou, immortal tiger dog. Now the stage is still set up in Kunlun. Before she died, people and demons are all immortal tigers. When the play is finished, the stage will collapse..."

"I see." Ke Wenzhou raised his head and his eyes were red. He interrupted, "I'll play the dog!"

……

Before she finally disappeared, she told him that time was running out and that he had to finish all preparations before the end of the war. Otherwise, after the end of the war, the existence of the kingdom of God would have leisure to look away. At that time, everything he did would turn into nothing.

From that day on, he began to look for the box.

He had a way to cut off his seven emotions and six desires and part of his thinking, but he couldn't find a suitable box.

Until one day, he walked out of the house and looked at the earth from the high-rise building. At that moment, he suddenly understood that China is not the biggest box?

He can bury his consciousness in the ground and leave a clue for his future self to find it unconsciously.

But if it's just like this, if the consciousness is discovered by people unintentionally, it will certainly lead to doubt

In addition to the box, other things are needed as a cover.

When he returned to his room, he opened an old book and saw a line on it

"The candle dragon died by crashing into the sky. The Yin Fire disappeared and fell into the dust. Its bones were buried in the earth. I don't know the specific trace. Either it was hidden in the sea water of Beiming and Nanming, or it was hidden in the ruins of the skeleton tower. Some people said that the death of the dragon should go back to his native land, so it should be in the residence of cloud Kingdom and ancient Huang..."

Ke Wenzhou looks at this line of words and his pupils are hot.

Candle Dragon

Then take the myth of the candle dragon as a cover.

Even if they are found, they will only think that this is the consciousness left by candlelight God just before his death, and they are eager for someone to revive this great being.

And in the dark, it seems that someone is helping him.

In the underground of Gu Huang, he actually found the body of the candle dragon. The body died clean, and it was just a body.

Here, he cut off his last thought, his missing for his old friend and the bone in the back of his head, and buried them together in the deepest place under the ancient Huang. At that time, he also found that there was a huge amount of aura hidden under the earth's crust, but he had no time to pursue the root.

It doesn't make sense to cut off the anti bone, but it's a part of the body, and he hopes it will guide him.

Five hundred years ago, young people with their heads full of blood buried their memories in the earth. He put his mind in a box.

Finally, he wanted to see the saint again, but the saint was still in the sky and he could not see him.

When he left guhuang, his consciousness was blurred.

He crawled out like a dog. He only remembered that he wanted to be a dog.

In the same year, the fierce God war ended.

After experiencing a period of loss after the disappearance of consciousness, he betrayed the door of the poor sage.

……

"Ke Wenzhou, do you know what you are doing?" It's like the voice of the golden winged Mirs.

"I can't kill you today, but one day, I will break your sword and your head with my own hands!" It's like the roar of a lion.

"The sage really misunderstood you!"

"You are born to be a villain!"

"Are you worthy of Yunyi when you do this?"?! Don't you say you want to be the first sword in the world? "

“……”

"Yunyi?" Ke Wenzhou gently shook his head and whispered to himself: "who... Is he?"

The world's first sword... Do I want to be the world's first sword

He came out with his sword and never looked back.

... the complete memory of all this was obtained by him as a young man at the bottom of the ancient Huang. At that time, he was almost completely occupied by the Dark Lord. Ning Changjiu and Liu Xiwan's killing sword let him out of the control of the Dark Lord. Then he was shot to the bottom of the candle dragon's body. All this seems to follow the fate, to follow the coincidence. This is his body, his body is still outside, waiting for the opportunity to move. He remembered... Putting his mind in a box. The outside is his last box! Their thinking was cut off, and Ke Wenzhou, as an outsider, finally got the recognition of the underworld by fighting repeatedly, and the power of the underworld poured down. And the outside body does not exist independently, he must share the power with the noumenon. The body didn't feel the intention of killing from behind before death. People can dike from behind the knife, but will not dike themselves. He was killed by himself! Young Ke Wenzhou stands in the void on the ancient Huang, thinking of the extraordinary years when the rain blows and the wind blows away. The Dark Lord above the kingdom of God has obviously not made a response and is still inputting power“ Am I the first sword in the world? " Young Ke Wenzhou looked at the young man in white and asked“ Yes Ning long said firmly“ That's good. " Ke asked Zhou with a relieved smile. He knew that he would die after finishing the last thing today. The idea moves, the negative sword card behind suddenly flies out“ It's up to you. " Ke Wenzhou looked at Ning Changjiu and said, "from now on, you will be the next leader of the sword Pavilion. Take care of them for me."