Hidden Blade

The sword in Wang Yangming's hand was tossing, and the crowd was full of flesh and blood.

He's been killing for a long time.

The sword in his hand was broken, and the blood covered the body of the sword which was once dazzling with gold.

Nearly ten thousand of the remaining forty thousand saints and soldiers died under his sword. The corpses piled up into a hill, and the blood overflowed outside the mausoleum like a stream.

"Aman." The king of Tibet squinted at the figure fighting among the purple monsters and spat out two words.

The strong man who was nine feet away behind him hesitated. He took a look at the king of Tibet and did not act at the first time.

"It's OK. I can't die. Go and kill him. He's... Tired." The king of Tibet said in a soft voice that he had a little more respect in his cold tone.

Indeed, it is a matter worthy of respect that a sword spirit can hide from the world and support the whole sword mausoleum alone.

The man, who was called aman, obviously didn't have so many thoughts as a monk. After hearing his words, the strong man's face showed a grim smile, and he grinned and said, "OK

So his body walked up quickly. Every time his feet touched the ground, the earth seemed unable to bear his strength. Once, his speed was also increased by one point.

It's just a blink of an eye, and his speed has been promoted to the extreme by him.

The holy soldier in front of him, the Holy Son, was violently knocked away by him. His body jumped up high and rushed to Wang Yangming, who had just cut off the heads of three holy soldiers.

Wang Yangming was shocked and subconsciously wanted to take the sword back to defend.

But he was really too tired. The speed of his return defense was much slower than that of ordinary times. However, the master's moves were always far from perfect.

The sharp fist, with the power to cut the mountain and break the stone, hit Wang Yangming's chest.

Boom!

It exploded with a dull noise.

Wang Yangming's body suddenly retreated at that time.

At that time, the golden sword began to spread like serpent lines.

The intense pain spread all over Wang Yangming's body. He smelled the smell of death. He didn't feel pain. On the contrary, some doubts that puzzled him for thousands of years were suddenly solved at that moment.

...

a thousand years ago.

The old king of Dali Dynasty, who was not willing to lose his royal power, led 200000 soldiers to the sword mausoleum.

They want to get the fierce sword and reorganize the Dali Dynasty.

One side with national hatred, the other side follows the contract made in ancient times. Therefore, some things are inevitable...

on that day, the sword spirit was everywhere outside the sword mausoleum, and the sword light was dazzling like stars.

On that day, 200000 corpses covered the wasteland outside Jianling, which was as vast as a white bone purgatory without end.

Finally, after taking off the head of the conquered king with a sword, the old man also sat on his knees.

A boy's shadow suddenly appeared in front of the old man's body. He looked down at the old man whose Qi machine was gradually weak, and asked with a complex expression: "are you going to die?"

The old man raised his head and looked at the boy's eyes, which were the same as when he was young. He nodded and replied, "well."

The boy frowned and thought for a long time, but he didn't know how to deal with such a separation. So he could only ask after thinking for a long time, "what can I do?"

Hearing this, the old man stood up from the ground with difficulty. The boy was very sensible and helped the old man up. He walked through the sand and tears outside the sword tomb and walked into the sword tomb.

The old man sat down, then held out his hand, pointed to the sword tomb and said, "the sword spirit is abundant in the tomb. You can be nourished by the sword spirit here. Even without me, you can live well."

The boy was puzzled. He looked at a long sword lying quietly under the yellow sand in the sword mausoleum and asked, "is it the same as them?"

The old man's brow frowned, and he realized something, but in the end he could only say it truthfully: "well, just like them."

After saying this, the old man seemed afraid of being asked by the boy again. So he said, "I asked two good disciples from Lishan and Linglong Pavilion. They will be on their way. You should teach them well in the future."

"As a sword spirit, you should talk more about Kendo with them, which should be helpful to them in the future..."

"I..." the old man's hand suddenly stretched out and gently leaned on the boy's shoulder and said, "I'm tired. I'll sleep..."

"after that, I'll trouble you... Old man."

That day, the boy sat in Jianling all night, and the old man leaned against him and slept all night. And this sleep, the old man will never wake up.

The burial of 36000 swords in Jianling means that there are 36000 sword spirits in Jianling.

But these 36000 swordsmen are different from boys.

Yes, he was the one destined to be different.Wei Changming took his sword and melted it into money. The copper plate was distributed all over the world. The small copper coin was nearly circulated in the world.

It can be the life of beggars, can be a gift given after the joy of the dragon, can be a toy or a bunch of gourds for children's eyes or mouth. It can be a lot of things. He has witnessed the despair, the joy, the hope and the anger in the world.

His sword bears it, and he feels it.

Therefore, compared with ordinary swordsmen, he saw more, thought more and felt more.

So after burying the old man's body, he went to the long swords buried in Jianling one by one. He talked to them, and he said his confusion: "what is man?"

He used to run wild with the old people. When they were young, they used their swords to travel far away. When they met injustice, they took their swords out of their scabbards. When they met the same Taoist, they would sing and drink wine.

Although there are thousands of rivers and mountains in the world, they all travel one by one.

He likes such a day. He walks step by step and looks from place to place. It seems that there is no worry in the world. If there is one, he will pull out his sword.

But day by day, that once high spirited youth finally arrived at the fairyland, he became stronger, but also became old. His body began to stoop, and white frost grew on his temples. He no longer took him everywhere, but stayed on the mountain all day long, sighing and drinking.

To be honest, boys don't like those days.

So he often flies to fall in front of him, opens his hand and hands out and says, "well, let's go to the world again."

The old man shook his head, touched his head and said, "I can't walk."

Then the old man put down everything. After chatting with the old man who took him, he came to the sword spirit.

Jianling is lonely, but the boy doesn't feel anything. As long as he is around, it is enough for Jianling. But the old man didn't get happy because of this. He often sat alone outside Jianling and looked at the north. There were his ancestral gates, his native land, and many like him.

The boy is very puzzled. Since he is not happy, why should he stay in Jianling. He remembers very clearly that when the old man was still a young man, he once said to him that in a short period of ten years, one must have a happy life. What kind of people in the world and what clan inheritance are his mother's bullshit. It is enough to have a sword and wine in my life. Who cares about the vast rivers and rivers behind me!

But why did the old man forget everything he said when he was young?

He not only forgot his carefree and happy life, but also died here for the sake of Jianling. At that time, he was so old and embarrassed that the boy could no longer find the shadow of that young man in his body.

He was confused. He asked all the swords in Jianling, but none of them could give him an answer.

Therefore, he turned into an old man and survived in his capacity. He met the descendants of Jianling from generation to generation. He taught them to cultivate swords and took them to guard the sword mausoleum. Generation after generation, most of the people who came to Jianling were not happy, but all of them died. All of them wrote the four characters of guarding Jianling in their hearts. He watched them change from youth to middle age, from middle age to old man. He watched them come and sent them to death.

He was puzzled by their insistence and their persistence.

The question of what man is has been troubling him for thousands of years. Until this moment, death finally came to him, but he had some insight.

The body of that sword was full of cracks. What he had seen and thought in his incarnation of copper coins for thousands of years came into Wang Yangming's mind at that moment.

At that time, the sorrow of the world and the sorrow of the world came.

People are really stupid things. They know that they are going to die, but they still have to work hard to live. They clearly know that when they get together, they will turn into separation or death, but they still have to face each other recklessly...

but maybe they can live hard and die calmly, and such a life can be regarded as a real life.

Wang Yangming suddenly realized what, he understood the old man's life, also understood what people are.

"What a wonderful world." He murmured, and suddenly felt that the protection of the millennium was no longer as hard as imagined. It was a blessing for him to protect such a world. At least at the end of the day, at least, he understood the problem, and an indescribable sense of comfort spread over his body, and he felt as if he had been overwhelmed by others.

People say that when they hear the way, they can die in the evening.

He thought of this sentence and suddenly laughed.

At that time, he flew out of the body in a crash at that time, severely hit the ground.

"Dead?" Looking at the old man who couldn't get up, aman shook his head in displeasure, as if he had not enjoyed it.

But soon he turned his eyes to Xu Han and Meng Liang, who were not far away, with their eyes closed and their knees folded, and their swords were lingering. He put out his tongue and licked his lips. He said with a grim smile, "it's your turn."

After saying this, he took a step. At that time, under the drive of the thin friar, the purple monsters left beside him rushed to the place where Xu Han and others were.Xuan'er got up, and her dark hair stood up like a sharp needle; she screamed, and her body became huge again, and a low roar came out of her mouth; Qin Keqing also stopped Xu Han and Meng Liang at that time, and her clothes fluttered, and a kind of black light emerged, killing the machine.

However, although they put out their posture and showed enough determination, aman obviously didn't pay attention to them. At that time, he stretched out his hand and grinned grimly and was about to go to Qin Keqing, who was in front of the team.

He can wring the woman up and watch her struggle in his hands, gradually lose her breath, and finally die.

He enjoyed the feeling so much that there was a frenzy in his brow at that time.

But the next moment, this smear of fanatical color but suddenly solidified at that time.

A golden sword flashed by at an astonishing speed, and then his outstretched arm floated a bloodstain along the place where the white light flashed. The bloodstain spread and wrapped around his arm

Then, with a slight noise, his arm fell off his shoulder with a very flat cut.

Aman was stunned. He looked at his empty shoulder and his arm on the ground. Then he turned his head and looked at the distance.

There stood an old man with white clothes and meticulous hair. His eyes were shining like stars. He was holding a long sword in his hand. His body was shining with gold like the sun.

He is Wang Yangming!

Aman was in a daze. He didn't understand why the old man in rags suddenly became energetic. He seemed to have never experienced the war just now. He was as good as before, as if he had been carefully taken care of and was about to attend a grand ceremony. His sword, which was supposed to be broken, was also smooth at the moment, with no trace of damage.

"You..." aman said so, but the words just came out, but suddenly stopped.

There was no one to interrupt him, but the scene in front of him made him unable to say a word more.

It's really a breathtaking sight.

The old man's whole body is full of golden light, and the majestic sword meaning is like rushing out from his body. They are mighty around the old man, circling and singing constantly. They are like the birds in the morning Phoenix and the stars in the moon.

Then the powerful sword was intended to gather more and more people around the old man, and finally it almost condensed into substance.

But this is just the beginning of this vision.

All of a sudden, the sword meaning gathered together seemed to be unable to suppress the violent power in their own bodies.

Dang!

With a resounding sound of sword, the sword idea that haunts the old man suddenly soars to the sky. The swords were gathered together and turned into a golden column of light. They tore up the rich night color of the southern wasteland like cattle plucking from the dry land, and then turned into a golden dragon and rushed up to the sky.

"This is..." the king of Tibet's eyebrows suddenly surged with a look of horror that had never been seen before. His mouth opened slightly and wanted to say something, but he did not say it.

He looked at the sword spirit named Wang Yangming and his face bathed in the golden ocean. He was surprised to find that some changes were taking place in that face.

The wrinkles began to disappear, the deep sunken eyes began to swell, a white hair spread black from the root, his bent body gradually straightened, and even his white clothes began to spread gold from the inside out...

suddenly, it was difficult for him to distinguish whether he was a sword spirit living for thousands of years or a god!

Thinking of this, the body of dizang king suddenly shook, and his open mouth finally uttered a voice at that time, but it was with a hoarse and frightened roar.

"He's going to be an immortal!"

The skinny friars who drove the tens of thousands of monsters frowned. Aman, who was nine feet above the ground, was gloomy.

They didn't quite understand what the Tibetan king was talking about, but they could feel the momentum overflowing from Wang Yangming. It was not violent, but imposing. It's like a king overlooking his subjects, just like a god overlooking creatures.

After breaking through layers of fog, the golden dragon finally arrived at the dome.

But it seems that it met some obstacles, unable to penetrate the last shackles of this layer. The Dragon began to roar, began to roar, began to hit the dome with its own body, like a trapped animal to break through the cage.

He tried again and again, but failed.

It was the last barrier set up by the celestial beings to prevent mortals from entering the fairyland. Over the years, many talents of the heaven were defeated under this barrier. Only by bowing to those celestial beings and waiting for his permission, can we take this last step.

It seems that Wang Yangming has also encountered such trouble...

"Mora!" "Mora!" "Mora!"

But at this time, the land of Southern wilderness suddenly sounded a pious cry. Those barbarians scattered in the southern wilderness saw the Golden Dragon Rising from the sky in the night. They thought it was a miracle from Mora. So they knelt down and cried out to mora, offering their highest and truest respect.And that kind of cry was dragged to the southern wilderness under some kind of dark will. Gold things spilled from the barbarians, and finally gathered the golden ocean and poured into the Golden Dragon.

The golden dragon is like a fish in water, like a tiger beside the wind.

So, the real dragon rises from the clouds, and the sword rises to the ground.

At that time, the golden dragon, which was several times as large as it was, raised its head to the sky and made a long roar. The huge song of the dragon, like Huang Zhong and Da Lu, floated from the sword mausoleum and resounded through the southern wasteland.

Then, it's body shape a meal, again straight into the dome.

Boom!

In the golden light of the sky, the invisible but real barrier on the dome is broken, and the immortal in the sky has shackled the world for tens of thousands of years, and things also collapsed at that time.

there seems to be a sound between heaven and earth, such as rain beating on the eaves, like the wind passing through mountains, or like a river flowing eastward. You can't tell what the sound is, but you can feel it mysterious. And this kind of mystery, almost wonderful.

Then one after another implied the power of heaven and earth rushed from heaven and earth, and quickly poured into Wang Yangming's body.

Wang Yangming, who has turned into a teenager, slowly opened his eyes. His eyes seemed to twinkle with stars and the sun and moon whirled in his eyes.

"He... He succeeded..." the king of Tibet trembled his own voice and said so.

His surprise is not a storm in a molehill. How many demons have pursued this path for thousands of years, but have been depressed and died? There are countless bones buried in this road to heaven. Rao was a character like Wei Changming who was finally defeated by the obstacles set by the real immortals...

but today, in front of him, a sword spirit broke through the shackles of heaven and earth, and proved the fairy way with his own strength.

It seems to be in response to his thoughts, a soft white light sprinkled on the dome, shining on Wang Yangming's head at the moment...

a figure bathed in the white light fell in front of Wang Yangming. He looked at Wang Yangming with a smile, as if the elder looked at the younger generation.

He held out his hand to Wang Yangming and spoke softly.

"You have worked hard for thousands of years to get this road."

"A thousand years of watching has earned this merit."

"Your way is terrible, your heart is clear. If you are taught Tao today, you can be a true immortal. "

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