The wind is blowing and the weather is cold! This year’s winter has come very early.
On the ancient cliff of Beixian.
Su Xuan stood up silently.
There was no expression on his face.
Carefully, Su Xuan took off Jian Huang's armor and put him into comfortable cloth.
Although his master used to be the master of the Sword Sect, he always lived a simple life.
Jianhuang once said that he preferred this comfortable burlap cloth to the luxurious Sect Master sword robe.
Su Xuan stretched out his hand and made a move, and the Nanming iron coffin slowly fell from the sky.
"Master, you always say that a person's life must have meaning. Have you found the meaning of your life?"
Su Xuan gently placed Jian Huang into the iron coffin.
In the past, Nanming's iron coffin only contained luck, but now he still has his master.
Nanming's iron coffin floated in front of Su Xuan.
Su Xuan slowly knelt down, bowed three times and kowtowed nine times.
In the past, he always felt that even if he met Jian Huang again, he would not be able to treat Jian Huang like Jian Beichen did.
But it wasn't until he met that he realized that some emotions would become more intoxicating like ancient wine and would not dissipate over time.
"I remember that I used to complain that the master didn't have time to accompany me, but now he can always stay by my side."
Su Xuan stood up and put away the Nanming Iron Coffin, as well as Chu Qingkuang and the four sword sect ancestors who were suppressed by him.
Su Xuan didn't show a trace of sadness on his face.
He just walked to the edge of the ancient cliff and looked at the sea of clouds rushing in the distance. His eyes were like the white clouds, erratic and unable to find their way back.
Beside him, Xiaowan was lying quietly.
Being possessed by the sword spell, she got a blessing in disguise as she received Jianhuang's mountain and river sword intent.
In the future, Xiaowan will definitely become an indomitable swordsman.
Jianhuang not only broadened Su Xuan's future path, but also paid a lot for Xiaowan.
Time passes slowly.
Su Xuan just sat.
Zhenling Chapter, Emperor Thunder is still eroding his body.
The Qiankun sealing sword pattern only refined Su Xuan's sword intent and left a seed, but it did not suppress these two things that Xiahou Longhu left in his body.
And Su Xuan let it rage, as if only in this way could Su Xuan feel that the gradually numb body still existed.
Death is always painful, parting is always sad.
Su Xuan felt it and tried hard to remember this feeling.
He didn't want to forget how unforgettable this moment was, and he didn't want to become numb after seeing too many separations between life and death.
He, Su Xuanxue, doesn't treat people kindly and has kind thoughts in his heart.
But being cold and ruthless is something you learn one at a time.
He was afraid that if he learned it, he would forget that he, Su Xuan, was also a human being of flesh and blood.
It wasn't until Jian Huang died that Su Xuan realized how cruel he was.
His sadness is always short-lived. He, Su Xuan, is like a fish. Those emotional memories that make him heartache only last for the time it takes for the bubbles to rise from the bottom of the water to the surface.
He tried hard to be sad, but found that he had quickly begun to accept this fact.
The master is dead, so we must avenge him! Those who are alive must continue to live, just keep it in mind... Is this... right?
Su Xuan closed his eyes in pain.
This shouldn't be the case.
He suppressed the evil magic, cultivated the righteous path, and gained warmth in his heart... Everything made Su Xuan feel that he had become a warm and emotional person! But... Su Xuan was wrong.
His heart was cold from beginning to end, but the fire warmed him.
When these flames are extinguished, his heart will return to coldness.
I don't know how long it took.
Su Xuan felt a touch of warmth in his cold hands.
He lowered his head and saw Xiaowan holding his hand.
"gentlemen."
Xiaowan tightly held this broad, familiar, but as cold as ice hand.
"Xiaowan is awake."
Su Xuan's voice was hoarse.
"Um."
Xiaowan nodded, and then nodded again: "Yeah."
Her small hands held Su Xuan's big hand and put it against her cheek.
"Sir, let's go back."
Xiaowan said softly.
Looking at Su Xuan, Chen Xiaowan had never felt so distressed as at this moment. She felt that her heart was like broken beads scattered all over the ground.
At this moment, Su Xuan's expression was as cold as ever, but the tears on his face seemed to have burst through the dam.
He was numb and crying.
...Su Xuan did not stay at Beixian Ancient Cliff for long after all.
This place seemed to have cursed him.
The first time he came, he died.
The second time he came, his master died.
Su Xuan left, taking Yunzhong Yongchui Road with him.
His master said that this was left to him.
At this moment, Su Xuan had no way to become the master of this imperial weapon.
But as long as he kills Xiahou Longhu, he will.
Su Xuan believed that he could do it and wouldn't have to wait too long.
..."The Hill of Light was destroyed!"
Just when Su Xuan and Xiahou Longhu were fighting, this incident swept across the entire Eastern Wasteland like a violent storm.
Countless people were shocked and horrified! So many forces such as the Hill of Light, Juwu, Hunting Wilderness, Sword Sect, Lingxiao Jiuhuang, etc. gathered together, and they were fighting at home, but the Hill of Light that was still defeated by Su Xuan was gone!
How can this not be shocking?
At this moment, when the few remaining monks from the big forces, Juwu and Xunhuang, heard about it, they were even more frightened to the point of seizing their fiefdoms and seclusion in the world... They were so scared that they did not dare to come out and clamor for revenge.
After all, all their most powerful monks had been killed! But before the Donghuang monks could digest the news, news of the great changes in Sword City came again.
The evil lord...is killing everyone again! The righteous path of the Eastern Wasteland has been silenced! The Land of Flowing Shadows.
The charming female goddess is wearing a long black gold dress, she is graceful, luxurious and unparalleled in beauty.
But at this moment, her beautiful face that looked extremely majestic was a little stiff, and her beautiful eyes were a little dull.
"Really...did it..." She murmured, feeling like a dream.
"Your Majesty, another Xuanzong has come to seek refuge..." A maid reminded beside him.
"Arrange it well..." The Soul Charming Lady just said softly.
During this period, she finally followed Su Xuan's instructions and gathered a large number of Eastern Wasteland monks in the Land of Flowing Shadows.
And she truly became the Lord of Flowing Shadows.
Othello Palace.
Li Shengxiao looked into the distance, feeling shocked in his heart, but more worried.
Because...the battle is far from over.
Qiu Zhengchen of the Xuanyi Dan Sect stood in front of the main hall of the sect and remained silent for a long time.
"Major minister, prepare to take over the position of sect leader."
An old voice sounded in his ears.
Qiu Zhengchen paused and then said: "Okay."
He turned back and looked in the direction of Light Hill.
Donghuang...the new pattern will kick off with this incident! The Holy Land of Mountains and Seas, Yuntianlan stands on the mountains and seas.
"The great age is about to begin. If you disturb the world now, will you be able to do so in the future?"
He whispered, his eyes filled with resentment and complexity.
On an ancient mountain, Ye Tianxu carved ancient sacred words from all directions.
The whole ancient mountain... is like the word "holy"! "Old Huang, let's get started.
I, Ye Tianxu, will never be weaker than others in my life, and I will surpass everything in the future."
When he found out what Su Xuan had done, it felt like there was a fire burning in his heart!... Too many places were shaken by this incident.
They either hide in fear, or wait for opportunities to lurk...the future...will become increasingly weird.
On the way to Jianzong.
Xiahou Longhu walked alone.
The Lord of the Wilderness has left.
Xiahou Longhu could see that the strongest man in Lingxiao Jiuhuang was afraid in his heart.
He didn't say much, and he didn't let him stay.
Next, it was the final collision between him and Su Xuan.
One more Great Wilderness Lord is not too much, and one less Lord is not too much! Soon.
Xiahou Longhu paused.
far away.
His clone is coming with a cold-faced military envoy.