"Ba"

The gate of the courtyard was opened, and the Lord of the Crown Sword looked at Jiankou, who was kneeling on the floor of the outer corridor.

"Wait outside." He gave a casual command and walked into the quiet courtyard in the snow.

Jianjiao did not get up, and he didn't know what to call the man in front of him, so he could only lower his head, "I'm ready and can start anytime."

Then he raised his head and glanced at Nao Yuki.

"Let her go down the mountain and leave Hanchuan."

"Okay." The Lord of the Crown Sword spoke without any hesitation.

Jianjiao showed a relieved smile on his face, then stood up and walked to the side of the Crown Sword Lord.

“What should I do?”

"Don't you say goodbye to her?"

The Lord of Crown Sword asked.

Once you hold that sword, it means that Jianjiao will gradually lose himself and become a puppet.

"No."

Jianjiaotou didn't return either.

"What should be said has been said."

“Okay.”

Yuki Nao's cheeks twitched slightly, but she said nothing, just knelt down silently, then got up and came outside the house.

His whole body emitted a white luster, and a pair of thin wings appeared behind Nao Yuki, and then his whole body turned into a stream of light and left the courtyard and flew towards the distance.

From beginning to end, Jianjiao's figure did not move at all. He pursed his lips and stared at the snow under his feet stubbornly.

The Lord of the Crown Sword sighed, "You have a better talent than a celebrity, but unfortunately your heart is not cruel enough."

"Don't you feel sad if you live for others all your life, without your own goals?"

"Only the weak will hope on others, and you disappoint me."

Jianjiao smiled miserably, "My destiny has been destined since I came to Hanchuan. Is it still important to have a goal?"

"Let's get started."

“The waiting days are too long.”

He didn't want to say much, so he shut his mouth.

The Lord of the Crow's Sword stretched out his right hand and slightly provoked his index finger. A stream of light from the small house on the top of Hanchuan Mountain passed through the door at an extremely fast speed, crossing the sky and falling into the courtyard.

It was a pitch-black sword.

"Pick up this sword and let go of all your mind."

Jianjiao stretched out his pale hand and held the hilt without hesitation. A cold touch came from his palm. The coldness penetrated into his heart and swallowed his entire soul.

The scenery in front of him dispersed like ink, Jianjiao felt that his perception was enlarged and then shrunk. In the chaos, he saw many strange scenes.

A strange city, a special tower, a looming pressure, a huge and powerful eyeball.

dragon!

He soon realized that the scenery he saw was part of the memory of the Lord of the Crown Sword, and where he did not know, the fusion had begun.

In the process, he saw more and more things, his eyes gradually expanded, and the spirit inside was stripped away little by little. At the same time, the Lord of the Crown Sword standing opposite him also began to become blurred.

Before he lost consciousness, he seemed to understand something, and the emotions in his eyes calmed down and he let out a long breath.

"So that's how it is."

"my father."

The cold wind swept through the courtyard and rolled up snow all over the ground.

This narrow but quiet courtyard that once had been for several months can no longer find the warmth of the past. Only a figure is left in the empty courtyard.

Weakness, holding a sword in one hand.

It took me a tentative voice to be heard outside the gate of the courtyard.

"Father?"

The gate of the courtyard was pushed open, and a burly figure broke the silence and walked in, and then he saw the figure standing in the courtyard.

The young face was silent, but his eyes revealed the vicissitudes of not being in line with age.

The pale palms slowly tightened, and a stream of light flashed across the black sword. Slowly, the face changed slightly.

It seems to be like Jianjiao, but from another perspective, it seems to have become another face.

"You succeeded!" Yata celebrity looked delighted.

The powerful and unrivaled Jackdaw Sword Lord broke through the blockade of his life and came again.

Yata's celebrity was excited. He knew his father's strength and that at his peak, almost no one could resist him.

Except for the one in the shrine...

Rumble!

At this moment, a fierce fighting sound suddenly came from the foot of the mountain, and at the same time, a strong smell of blood spread.

Although I didn't see the person coming, I just felt this breath that would make ordinary practitioners vibrate their minds and unable to exert their original power.

"What's going on?"

Yata's celebrity was shocked, but the Lord of the Crown Sword standing in front of him was still calm. He took a deep breath, as if to distinguish the tyranny hidden in the bloody smell.

A little doubt appeared on the face of the Lord of the Crown Sword, "An old friend is here."

"Old friend?"

The muscles on Yata's celebrity are tense, and everyone who can become an old friend by the Lord of the Crown Sword is truly a true ultimate.

"Who is it?" Yata's celebrity was surprised. He had witnessed almost every important battle between the Lord of the Crown Sword, but after searching all his memories, he still couldn't find a strong man who matched this aura.

The Lord of the Crown Sword did not answer, but walked out with the sword. Behind him, a black moon appeared on his blank back.

A faint phantom can be seen in the outline of the black moon.

It was a three-legged black man standing with his head tilted.

The body was pitch black and almost integrated with the moonlight, but the eyes reflected a little pale.

At the same time, Jianjiao's dark pupils disappeared, replaced by the shocking white.

"puff!"

At the foot of the mountain, a blood-red figure pulled out the two swords in his hand expressionlessly.

As long as he waved his hand casually, he could kill all the enemies in front of him, but for some reason, he was unwilling to do this deep in his heart.

Compared to unreasonable crushing, he prefers to confront each other at close range, feeling the touch of the blade when it cuts through the musculoskeleton, and the little warmth left by blood on his face.

The enemy in front of him could not arouse any interest. He raised his hand mechanically and fell down, and then went back and forth, but he was thinking deeply in his heart.

Until there was no more active enemy in front of him, his hand froze in the air with a knife, then raised his head and saw two figures standing near the top of the mountain.

"What should I call you?"

He heard the young man with old eyes ask a question.

"Lonely Mountain? Or something?"

Everything in front of him was dyed red with blood. He shook his head irritably, but a voice came from deep in his heart, "It's him, take him back!"

The Lord of the Crown Sword sighed, "What a pity, you have not escaped from the control of that thing in the end."

"It seems that the method I provide you with failed."

Rimu Gushan's hands were trembling, but soon the voice in his heart became louder and louder, and the chaos in his eyes gradually disappeared, and his trembling palms tightened.

"I don't know who you are, but I can only be free if I kill you!"

He let out a roar, his swords intertwined, and a brilliant light of blood was drawn.

"As long as I persist for a while, I can help you, help you completely solve the hidden dangers on your body, and even go further."

The Lord of the Crown Sword shook his head.

"You have survived the most difficult decades, but you failed before you succeed."

"Sunny Lonely Mountain, let me end your pain."

The Lord of the Crown Sword said expressionlessly, but a trace of undetectable emotions flashed deep in his eyes.

At this moment, a sound came from the clouds far away.

"It seems that I'm not the time."

Hearing this voice, Yata's celebrity had no feeling, but after feeling the breath of the other party, his face changed wildly, and he almost took out the big sword on his back in an instant.
To be continued...