The complexion of Benjue Rulai couldn't help but slightly dignified. He didn't understand what the old Taoist said.

But he can also perceive that the old Taoist priest brought up a disappointment and loneliness.

That's the feeling of loneliness of the master.

The old Taoist said: "I used to have a friend, he said that he couldn't find his opponent, so he was too lonely ..."

"Later, I understood his feeling."

"Today, I thought you could surprise me ..."

"But I'm still lonely!"

Speaking of the end, the old Taoist priest leaned a method with his left hand, raised his sword in his right hand, his eyes, staring at the monk in front of him.

At this moment, Benjue just felt that the scalp was like being shocking, and there was an extremely dangerous feeling in the heart!

"My trick was taken in Yi Xue. In the past, I played with my old friends in the past, and finally lost ... But after many years, this trick has been refined to a point where I can't improve."

After saying this, the old Taoist's hand trembled, and a sword flower flashed, which was scattered, which was dazzling.

"Da Yu Qianyuan, the beginning of the material, is Tongtian ..."

As soon as this sword came out, the old Taoist blew the sound of spring thunder behind his head. The spirit of his whole person seemed to turn into a wolf smoke, and he went straight to the sky.

The pupils of the real consciousness were shrinking rapidly, and the strong danger made him goosebumps all over his body. This feeling, he has never had it for many years!

At this moment, Benjue Rulai felt like he was in the chaos of the universe. As the sword light flashed, the avenue was three thousand, and the heavens and the earth opened ...

Immediately after, his right chest fried a blood flower, and the chill of the cold bone marrow penetrated into his body, making him feel like he came to the ice hell again.

Benjue's body could not help but step back. After taking a few steps, he felt weak and weak, and he could only barely close the blood vessels and stop the blood flow.

The old Taoist did not take the victory to pursue the life of the original consciousness. Instead, he slowly inserted the sword back into the scabbard, and he was lonely: "You still can't stop it."

Benjue Rulai was pale, covered his chest, and said slowly: "How can there be such a fast sword in this world?!"

The old Taoist said: "Quickly? Okay. When I was young, I was faster than this."

When Jia Yang saw that the victory and defeat here had been divided, and he had no intention to continue to fight with Zhao Hong's sleeve, he jumped out of the battle circle, and Zhao Hong's sleeve did not pursue it.

She is here to stop these people who want to deal with Qi to be idle, and avoid being affected by Qi and others on the eve of the war, instead of killing these people.

Since Benjue Rulai was defeated in the hands of the old Taoist priest, Jiayang was not enough.

"Go back, you shouldn't leave the cloth Palace." The old Taoist said lightly.

Benjue nodded, sighed, and said, "I came this time, I just wanted to be you for a while, but I did not expect that for many years, I still lost. It seems that you are really lonely."

The old Taoist raised his head slightly, looked at the sky, and said, "After my old friend leaves, I will always be lonely ... If he moves with me, he will not be exhausted in the national plan, I'm afraid he is still alive now."

I do n’t know who the old Taoist said, but the person who can make him so unforgettable must be a great and interesting person.

"Let's go, go back." Ben Jue said to Master Jiayang, with a little loss in his tone.

Although his name has the word "Rulai", it is obviously that there is no realm of "Rulai", and he still cares about the victory.

Even the defeat of this battle came so simply, so sharp.

The two monks from the cloth Palace left like this. After this war came through this battle, she didn't say discouraged, but she also realized some truths.

After he planned to return to the cloth Palace, he studied the Dharma with his rest of his life, and ignored the worldly things.

The old Taoist seemed to see the mood and thoughts that he was defeating in the moment. Otherwise, the sword may have blocked his throat.

The old Taoist gently pulled the rope on his shoulder, and the gossip sword fell down, and then he handed the sword to Zhao Hong's sleeve.

"Huh?" Zhao Hong looked at him puzzledly.

"In the past, I was obsessed with the state of no sword in my hand, and there was a state of sword in my heart. My old friend said that since I use a sword, why do you care about the sword in your hand and no sword? This gossip sword is given to me by me."

The old Taoist said lightly.

Zhao Hong's sleeve was still a little puzzled, and said, "So?"

The old Taoist said: "Now, whether it is Qi or Qi or Qi, has become a big device, and this huge revolution is also promoting slowly."

Zhao Hong looked at him thoughtfully, and said, "Then?"

Old Taoist said: "I have completed my promise to my old friends, and this world makes me too lonely, I should go back."

Zhao Hong's sleeve: "You old friend, are you from the Qi family?"

The old Taoist nodded, and said, "When my old friend left, I told me that I couldn't rest assured that the people in this country had a longer life, so I asked me to watch it.

Just like his teacher, he taught a few people who had enough to change all of this. "

When saying this, the old Taoist priest has a feeling of relief.

Zhao Hong's sleeve took the sword in the hands of the old Taoist, with a little respect.

The old Taoist did not slowly spit out a turbid air until this sword left his hand, as if he had removed a huge burden.

"I was a free scattered person. I never thought, but because of a promise, I had to carry the sword." The old Taoist laughed.

After saying this, the old Taoist touched his hand and strode away. He was going to return to his Taoist view, because he also felt that he might be in the end of his life.

Zhao Hong's sleeve couldn't help but asked: "You don't care about Qi Qian and the victory of Clark? This battle is related to the future of the motherland ..."

The old Taoist said faintly: "Where is free, where is my motherland."

After speaking, his figure has disappeared into a stronger night.

Zhao Hong's sleeves could not help but respect, holding the gossip sword, slowly raised their hands, and squeezed in the direction where the old Taoist priest left, and said seriously: "Zhao Hong's sleeve sends the real person."

After the salute, she could not help but stare at the gossip sword in her hand, only to feel that the sword was particularly heavy.

Carrying the friendship of two men, carrying a great commitment, and also carried a heavy and twisty history ...

She didn't know the origin of the old Taoist priest, but she knew that this was a real real real life.

Zhao Hong's sleeve went back with the sword.

Qi waited to see her back alone, her face could not help but change, and said, "You come back alone? My master will not be stuck !!!"

Even if it is indifferent to Zhao Hong's sleeve, I can't help but feel that Qi Qian is enough after hearing this sentence ...
Chapter completed!