The Ultimate Sword Master

A word fell.

The old Taoist trembled, raised his head suddenly, and met his eyes. The unwillingness, doubt, persistence... flashed in his eyes, and in the end, all turned into a touch of relief.

"You are right."

"The real Huang Liang has died in battle long ago. I... am just a dream of his after all."

As he spoke.

His figure quickly faded, until finally, he was no longer old and decayed, and faintly turned into the shadow of a middle-aged man.

"Life is all illusion."

"Why fear the end of Huang Liang's dream?"

His eyes turned.

He looked at the scholar, smiled, and asked back: "I woke up, what about you?"

"Jinghong Qianqiu Sheng."

"Golden Book is passed down for generations."

The scholar also smiled and said: "Even if there is no thin spring clothes, there is also Xunying Chuan, I... have no regrets!"

Previously.

From the moment he found out about Yu Hongying and Dean Li's affair, he suddenly realized that Chunshanbo could no longer continue, and the final meaning of his existence was almost gone.

"Then..."

Huang Liang glanced at the outside and said, "Do you still care about what's going on outside?"

"I can't care, and I don't want to care."

The scholar smiled and said, "Besides, I care enough!"

"That makes sense!"

Huang Liang sighed and smiled, "Who cares about it, who cares!"

The voice fell.

The two smiled at each other, and both saw the relief in each other's eyes.

"Speaking of which, we were all tricked."

"Indeed, even the dead were not spared. Except for this bastard surnamed Su, no one can do such a tasteless thing!"

"Speaking of which."

Huang Liang asked curiously, "How did you get in? When you came, this world should have been completely closed."

"Me?"

The scholar was silent for a moment, and laughed and scolded, "I was beaten out of the long river of time by a bastard!"

Huang Liang suddenly realized.

No wonder the other party always kept silent when he asked about this matter over the years. It turned out that it was because he thought it was too embarrassing.

"Who beat him?"

"Immortal! Hunyuan Wuji!"

The scholar did not answer directly, but just said eight words, and sighed: "Who do you think it could be?"

"What a pity!"

"Although I don't like him, if this kid doesn't die, his achievements will not be worse than his elder brother."

"Dead?"

Huang Liang shook his head, smiling: "That may not be the case. Maybe he will come back one day?"

"Huh?"

The scholar's heart moved: "You seem to... know something?"

"No need to ask more."

Huang Liang also kept it a secret and walked away with a smile: "I can't be sure what will happen in the end, but the unknown is the most exciting, isn't it?"

" That makes sense. "

The scholar was startled, and also smiled, "I will leave this expectation to my apprentice."

"Now you and I have no power."

As he said, he looked at Huang Liang and asked curiously, "There is not much time left, what are you going to do?"

"After waking up from the dream, I will naturally go for a walk."

Huang Liang sighed, "Then find a place to build a Taoist temple and spend the rest of my life. It's a pity... There are not many days left for such a relaxing life."

"Mayflies are born in the morning and die in the evening."

"Summer cicadas do not know spring and autumn."

"A mortal's life is no more than a hundred years at most."

The scholar shook his head and said, "Compared to them, we have enjoyed everything, what else is there to be dissatisfied about?"

Huang Liang nodded in agreement.

"What about you?"

He asked curiously, "What are you going to do?"

"Be your neighbor."

The scholar said generously, "Then, go back to my old business!"

"Write a storybook?"

"Is it not possible?"

"You have lost your spring shirt, and you have given away your Jinghong pen and the book of chaotic times."

Huang Liang shook his head and said, "And from today on, the name of Wu Dao Ren will be forever gone from the world, what storybook can you write?"

"Wu Dao Ren is gone."

The scholar smiled faintly and suddenly said something inexplicable, "But... there will be a wine Taoist."

Huang Liang was stunned.

"Why change the name?"

"Because..."

The scholar pondered for a moment and sighed, "This time, I want to write something serious."

Huang Liang: "?"

"Why bother yourself?"

He persuaded, "You are not born to be a serious person."

"So."

The scholar smiled and said, "I want to challenge myself."

Huang Liang was speechless.

"Then... the old rules?"

"The old rules."

Looking at each other, the two slowly withdrew their gazes from the outside world, and with the last bit of strength, they completely cut off most of the causal entanglements between themselves and the present world.

"The man in the dream."

"The soul in the dream."

"There is no freedom in the dream..."

Singing a light song.

Huang Liang left casually, and his figure gradually disappeared.

"Emotions at the tip of the pen."

"Thoughts at the tip of the pen."

"It is difficult to be free at the tip of the pen..."

Behind him.

The scholar also sighed with relief, and left without a trace.

...

A corner of the world.

In that nameless small area, the fog gradually dissipated, revealing the true face of the woman, which made the followers behind Liu Xingchen hold their breath.

Her bun was tall, her eyebrows and eyes were picturesque, like a lotus emerging from the water, like the distant ink of a green mountain.

Her figure was slender, as elegant as a fairy, like a light cloud blocking the moon, like a flowing wind returning snow.

Without exception.

The field was filled with the most talented and evildoers from all the forces, either handsome men or beautiful women, but compared to the woman in front of them, they all seemed to be ugly country girls!

Naturally.

It was Tangtang.

Similar to Liu Xingchen's experience, she had been wandering in the various heavens for many years, looking for opponents. Her powerful killing power, peerless appearance, and mysterious origin made her a freak and evildoer in the eyes of countless older generations, and also a goddess in the dreams of countless young and talented people of the new generation.

But...

More than a hundred years have passed.

She still hasn't found an opponent who can really hone her sword skills!

"Miss Lu!"

"You're here!"

Seeing Tangtang coming, the women and their group immediately had a backbone, chattering and telling the previous story.

They.

They were also Tangtang's followers.

The same.

Tangtang didn't even look at the strange grass, her eyes turned, and she just looked at Liu Xingchen.

Strong!

Very strong!

Among the young generation, she had never seen such a strong person!

More importantly.

The other party's realm is similar to hers!

Liu Xingchen is also looking at her.

The calmness in his eyes is gone, replaced by a touch of surprise, admiration... and fighting spirit!

What is amazing is Tangtang's appearance.

More importantly, it is the sword just now!

Along the way.

Among the younger generation, he has never met anyone who can take his full-strength attack!

Tangtang, is the first!

The realm is similar, the age difference is not big, and he is also a... sword cultivator!

Found it!

At this moment.

The two most outstanding and amazing geniuses of the younger generation of this brilliant world have the same idea in their hearts!

Boom!

Boom!

...

One person has a chaotic light shining on his body, and the other has nine sword intentions flowing endlessly. The two are far superior to their peers, extremely powerful, and the majestic and domineering aura rises up, and they keep fighting!