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Chapter 512 Even in the ravines full of mud, beautiful and holy lotus flowers can bloom

Bai Cangdong thought about many answers, and the first answer he thought of was "heart". However, if the other party can develop stronger martial arts and strength than himself, he must be a person with a firm heart. How could he be cheated on the word "heart"?

Defeat, this is the wrong answer for Bai Candong.

The second answer that came to Bai Candong's mind was "wisdom", but the conclusion of the first answer was the same. The enemy's wisdom may not necessarily lose to his own. If he fights with wisdom, there is no chance of winning. After all, the opponent's chips are smaller than his own.

More of myself.

After that, Bai Cangdong thought about many answers, but he was never able to get past the level of his own inner question. Even he himself didn't think those answers were correct, so naturally it was impossible to draw the correct conclusion.

Now Bai Cangdong had no time to think about the answer. The long sword of the East Gate Pagoda was approaching step by step, and the sword was deadly. He had been forced into a desperate situation.

"Should I use my privileges?" At this moment, Bai Cangdong couldn't help but have this idea in his mind. If he didn't use his privileges, if the situation continued like this, his life would soon be cut off. But if he used his privileges,

, which is tantamount to announcing that his swordsmanship has been defeated.

There must be a choice between admitting the failure of his swordsmanship and saving his life.

The long knife of Dongmen Pagoda is sharp and sharp, and he uses his sword to the best of his ability in every stroke. His eyes are shining with excitement. He enjoys using the knife and is proud of it.

"That sword has been done very well, but it is a pity that he met His Highness Futu. His Highness Futu's understanding of the way of the sword has reached the extreme. In terms of his understanding of the way of the sword, he is not inferior to His Highness the Holy Sword King. This battle

His Highness Futu will definitely win, but it is a pity that the swordman's sword skills are such a talent. He will sink into the depths of the blood fountain forever." From the darkness, a woman's voice came out vaguely.

The King of the East Gate stared in the direction of the blood fountain with a dull gaze, without a trace of human emotion in his eyebrows: "Among the marquises in the world, throughout the millennium, no one can compete with the Pagoda. It is reasonable for him to win.

What he should do is that his battlefield should not be there in the first place, but when the kings are fighting for hegemony. Even if he is the root of my Dongmen family's troubles, he still has the ability to bring trouble to the world."

"Do you regret it, Your Majesty?" the woman in the darkness said quietly.

"Why should I regret it?" King Dongmen said coldly.

"If His Highness Futu had been carefully trained since childhood, with his qualifications, how could he have fallen to this point? He has already been promoted to Duke. When the kings compete for the throne, he will surely win another throne for the Dongmen family and let the glory of the Dongmen family continue.

Illuminating the first level of darkness." the woman said.

"You are wrong. If I had really brought Futu along with me since childhood, his achievements would have been the same as those of my other sons. He is a world-shaking talent, but he may not be able to surpass all the heroes of our time." Dong

The Gate King said.

"But even if we can defeat the current generation now, we have to wait until the king breaks the void before he can come back to the world. At that time, he was only a marquis. Isn't it too late?"

"If a person thinks he is late, then he is really late." King Dongmen looked deeply at the direction of the blood fountain and said meaningfully.

Bai Cangdong felt that his body was getting heavier and heavier, and the injuries on his body had reached an extreme point. His whole body was like a bloody man, but he still insisted on not using his privileges and only fighting with his sword skills.

The arrogant eyes of Dongmen Pagoda couldn't help but show a hint of approval. A swordsman who was so loyal to his sword would probably have difficulty defeating him even before he entered the blood fountain.

"What a pity." Dongmen Futu sighed softly in his heart. He was influenced by the blood fountain and had to fight with all his strength. And even if he was not influenced by the blood fountain, facing such a swordsman, he would definitely fight with all his strength. Only then

It is respect for the swordsman.

"It's almost over." Seeing that Bai Candong's sword was already unsteady and the load on his body had reached its limit, making it difficult to fight, the Demon Sword King couldn't help but let out a long sigh.

The Holy Sword King couldn't help but regret that such an outstanding person should not have died in the fountain of blood. The stage for kings to seize the throne was his, and he died too early.

"It's over." In the darkness, the woman couldn't help but exhale and said the same words.

Although King Dongmen did not speak, the joy in his eyes showed his judgment. He was proud and excited to have such a son.

"The evil is the evil. Even if it harms the Dong family, so what? As long as we win the throne, everyone in the world will be named Dongmen." The king of Dongmen opened his heart.

Therefore, Wang and others who were paying attention to the battle saw that Bai Candong was at the end of his strength and that defeat was inevitable.

As long as his sword skills are defeated and stains are left in his heart, he will definitely die no matter how many chances of resurrection he has, and his collapse will only happen in this moment.

"It's over." Dongmen Futu stared at Bai Candong, and the long knife tore through the space and slashed towards Bai Candong's head. Bai Candong had no strength left to block the knife. This knife was the end.

"Admit the failure of your swordsmanship, or persevere to the end and defend the glory of the swordsman." Looking at the cold blade that broke through the space, Bai Candong's eyes were firm, and he already had his own answer.

The long sword slashed down, and everyone's eyes were focused on the blade, but the blade struck in the air. Bai Cangdong used his privilege to dodge the sword.

"Well, since it's a foregone conclusion, why can't we hold on to the final glory? Even if we die in battle, we will die in the right place." The Demon Sword King shook his head secretly, and his favorable impression of Bai Candong plummeted, and he turned around and walked away.

"After all, I still have a weak character and cannot hold the sword's heart to the last moment. There is no suspense in the next battle." The Holy Sword King also turned away and no longer looked at Bai Candong.

"If the sword heart is lost, he will be defeated faster. If he can defend the sword heart, he can still fight after resurrection. Although he will inevitably be defeated sooner or later, it is still worth watching. Now he has no taste." The woman hid.

Go into darkness and say no more words.

The King of the East Gate did not speak, but looked at Bai Cangdong, but a trace of surprise flashed in his eyes, and his eyes towards the battlefield became more focused.

In the darkness, several pairs of eyes showed the same look of surprise as King Dongmen, paying more attention to the changes on the battlefield.

"You have tarnished the glory of the swordsman. I thought you were a real swordsman, but you have disappointed me so much." Dongmen Pagoda roared angrily as it forcibly resisted the control of the blood fountain.

"You can actually speak?" Bai Cangdong calmly took out the medicine and drank it. This move caused a burst of boos from the onlookers on the sidelines.

At the same time, they were even more shocked by the Dongmen Pagoda. A dead person could actually speak. This was simply an unheard-of anecdote.

"You have tarnished the glory of the sword and this duel. I will kill you with my sword to wash away your blasphemy against this holy battle of swords." The East Gate Pagoda was chopped down with one sword, like the heaven and earth splitting apart at the end of the world.

knife.

Bai Cangdong activated Xing's Ultimate to get out of the way, swallowed the last wound medicine, and said calmly: "Will you let me live if I don't tarnish this sword battle?"

"It's me who died, not you. Of course you can talk nonsense there, but my choice is to live, even if I use any despicable means. I don't want to die. It's that simple. I want mine."

Life, then use all your skills to kill me, and don't say idiotic words like the glory of the sword. My life has never been lived for those idiots." Bai Cangdong

These words made Dongmen Futu furious.

The onlookers outside the field were filled with disdain, contempt and contempt. Bai Candong's image instantly changed from a powerful and admirable swordsman to a despicable villain who was greedy for life and afraid of death.

"Kill that shameless guy!" Someone yelled, and gradually everyone around him started shouting, and soon it spread to the entire square, and the sound of killing was earth-shattering.

"It's such a beautiful sound. This is the fucking feeling of being alive." Bai Cangdong took a deep breath of air, clenched his swords again, and looked at the East Gate Pagoda with eyes as clear as water.

"In battle, the winner is king. If your skills can defeat the opponent, then use skills to defeat them. If your power is stronger than the opponent, then use force to defeat them. If you are weaker than the opponent in everything,

, why should you win?"

The words of the Jue Dao Sage were both a question and an answer. Bai Cangdong had never understood what victory meant, but the Jue Dao Sage had already told him that fighting means victory.

The winner is the king, and only the victor is the real king, not the guy who rests on his laurels because of his own face, glory or other messy things.

"Only when you dare to fail can you face failure. I am just a mortal, how can I represent the glory of the sword? With a broken body, I am searching up and down the path of the sword. With a humble heart, I am on the endless road of the sword.

Staggering forward, facing all the pain and suffering with a trembling body, even if you fail, fear, and tremble, you still insist on walking on this road, use all your strength to move forward, and survive no matter how humble you are.

"Bai Cangdong's eyes were as bright as stars, and his heart was calm and fierce: "Just because my way of swordsmanship is to make me live a better life and let the people I love live better, so what can I do?

To be able to give up my life, my protection, and my way for the so-called bullshit glory of swordsmanship makes me sad. My swordsmanship is such a humble and insignificant way of life. I have never had anything.

The glory, the greatest glory is all the people who love me in my life, and keeping them is the greatest glory."

"So, if you want to kill me, then use all your strength. I will also use all my strength, even the most despicable means, to win this victory and keep my humble life.

Little life." Bai Cangdong pointed his sword at the East Gate Pagoda, his eyes clear and without any impurities.

The sword heart is originally full of pollution, so how could it be polluted by a little bit of black? But even in the gully full of mud, the most beautiful and holy lotus can bloom. (To be continued...)


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