A timid, spineless and puppet-like woman made the only choice in her life just before she died.
The three self-righteous men were disturbed and all lost their sense of proportion.
But it fell into the design of the person behind the scenes, and everything was perfect.
Right and wrong seemed to be less important at this moment. Who was right and who was wrong looked extremely pale. Qin Shuang was silent; Nie Feng looked sad and a little embarrassed; Bu Jingyun hugged him with a ferocious expression.
The lifeless corpse of Kong Ci was actually crying.
Bu Jingyun ran away. He didn't want to hand Kong Ci over to anyone, even though Kong Ci was already dead. He died in his own hands.
Nie Feng also left. Kong Ci's last words before his death made his position extremely embarrassing. Although he was sad in his heart, he didn't want to stay any longer.
Qin Shuang didn't leave, and now he was chanting four words repeatedly in his mind: "Master" and "Xiongba".
On the top of the mountain, fifty feet higher in the air, Xue Wusuan sat in the air, lowering his head and coldly watching the farce below. Finally, after Bu Jingyun and Nie Feng left, he floated down and stood in Qin
Shuang looked at him expressionlessly.
"Are you here again? Are you here to see my joke?" Qin Shuang no longer wants to make a fuss about this mysterious man in black robes from Kowloon. He must have been here for a long time, and may even have arrived earlier than him. Now now
I don't know how I will laugh at you.
"Life is not the starting point and death is not the end. It is just a cycle of repeated experiences. If your wife dies, it is a well-deserved death. It is better than living as a puppet and having no control over everything. At least for her.
There should be no regrets in my heart."
Qin Shuang nodded sadly and said with a wry smile: "She has nothing to worry about anymore. But the living people can't swallow this bitterness!"
"Why bother? It's just revenge and complaint. Kong Ci is a puppet in someone else's hands and can't help himself. How can you, Qin Shuang, be the same? You should have read that secret book, right? Is it poisonous? Poison! But
No poison, no husband! In this world where people cannibalize people, if you are soft-hearted, what will happen to you than Kong Ci? If you don’t want to be a puppet, then work hard to break free of those shackles on your body!"
"You want me to rebel?"
Xue Wusuan chuckled and said teasingly: "What's wrong with a person who is superstitious about fate and doesn't care about his apprentice's life and death, and uses dirty tricks to provoke his apprentices to kill each other? Haven't you understood his nature after all these years?
Think about it carefully, Qin Shuang. Kong Ci has to make a choice before he dies, why can't you?"
Qin Shuang was stunned when she heard this.
Xue Wusuan is very satisfied with Qin Shuang's reaction. He is an extremely good spokesperson. Even better than Sikong Xuan in the Tianlong world. He has a delicate mind, a flexible mind, attaches great importance to love and justice, and has excellent abilities. The only shortcoming is that he is right
Xiongba's kindness is hard to let go of. This is why Xue Wusuan spent all his time brainwashing him.
"What is your purpose?"
"Purpose? Tianxiahui is my purpose."
"You! You want to swallow up Tianxiahui?!" Qin Shuang's heart was beating wildly. He didn't expect that the other party had such a calculation and said it as a matter of course.
"Hey! Why can't I swallow it in one gulp when I have such a big appetite? Okay. You will gradually see my methods in the future. Now I advise you to practice the secret book given to you as soon as possible. Otherwise
Your world will be in chaos, so it’s good that you can protect yourself with your own methods."
Qin Shuang did not speak, but watched helplessly as this mysterious man disappeared right in front of his eyes, leaving no trace. His heart was horrified and full of questions.
"This person's strength and skills are probably the most arrogant in the world, right? Why is he planning a world meeting with all his heart? With his strength, even if he comes directly to the door, I guess the master won't be able to parry it, right? Why is it so troublesome?"
Why? Everything is for the Sword Master, for the shocking Sword Twenty-Three!
Xiongba can die, but not now. He must live and become the last obsession of the Sword Master. Only in this way can the Sword Master give birth to the last Sword Twenty-Three! That move is known as "Inhuman Creation"
"Sword Moves".
Qin Shuang returned to Tianshuang Hall with mixed feelings. After learning the news, she drove away a group of disciples from the gang who were going to Feiyun Hall to fight with Bu Jingyun. She locked herself in a secret room and was lost in thought. Her eyes were fixed on the dark grid.
Location.
"Kong Ci has to make a choice before he dies, and why can't you!" Xue Wusuan's voice still echoed in Qin Shuang's mind, and he couldn't drive it away. At this time, all he could think about was the past scene.
screen.
While thinking about it, he unconsciously opened the secret compartment and took out the secret book and the smelly little cauldron...
Early the next morning, on an official road not far from Tianxiahui, many passers-by noticed an old man in rich clothes and white hair holding a sword who was walking leisurely with his head lowered. The old man seemed to be silent without saying a word.
He was seriously ill, his face was ashen, and his head was covered with sweat. The ox-carts and horse-drawn carriages passing by all asked the old man to give him a ride, but the old man never responded at all, and kept walking forward.
The old man is the sword master. He is over a hundred years old, and with some injuries he suffered when he was young, he now clearly feels that his end is coming. But he is unwilling to die. So a few days ago, he went to a lonely grave, where
It is the tomb of the wife of the only person who has convinced the swordsman in swordsmanship today. Counting the days, the death anniversary of this lonely tomb falls within these few days.
The man had no name and was given the nickname "Wu Ming". He suddenly appeared in the world when he was eighteen or nineteen years old. His swordsmanship was superb and he was unbeatable. By the time he was thirty, he had become an invincible legend. Later, his wife was poisoned to death in revenge. Wu Ming
There was no news, everyone said that Wuming was dead. But the sword master didn't believe it.
After staying in front of the solitary grave for three days, I finally saw Wuming. He was indeed not dead and had come to pay homage to his deceased wife. Moreover, Wuming's cultivation had reached a level that would stun the sword master: the realm of the Heavenly Sword!
In terms of realm, the sword master believed that he could not compare with Wu Ming in this life. But in terms of sword moves, he was not convinced. He created twenty-two swords! It may not be that he cannot create the twenty-third sword! Even if he is about to die now.
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Wuming was not optimistic about him and felt that the twenty-third sword could not be created by humans. The sword master did not believe it. Moreover, the first person who suggested "Sword Twenty-Three" to him was not Wuming but the mysterious man in black robe of Nine Dragons.
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Walking and thinking all the way, an old swordsman who is about to reach the end of his life still thinks about his sword before he dies!
Traffic was busy, passers-by laughed and cursed, and birds chirped in the forest, all of which turned a deaf ear. Only when he reached the mountain gate of Tianxiahui did the Sword Master raise his head and glance at the countless steps that penetrated into the sky.
"I practiced swordsmanship and mastered swordsmanship. The only sword in my body was the sword. I created the twenty-two sword techniques and was admired by everyone. Now the deadline has come, but the last sword "Sword Twenty-Two" has never been displayed in front of the world.
! The twenty-three swords may be difficult to understand, but the twenty-two swords can also shock all the heroes in the world! Kill that tyrant as a child's play! Let the name of the old sword master be known to the world! No, I can't die yet, I want to go up, I want to
Kill Xiongba!"
Every step the sword master took was to surpass the limit of life. Suddenly, he seemed to see a person standing on the steps in the distance, wearing a black robe and a golden nine dragon pattern.
It's him! He's here too! By the way, he said he wanted to see me wipe out the world with twenty-three swords! But he must be disappointed. I still don't have the idea of that sword.
Suddenly, the words sent to him by the man in black robe from Nine Dragons appeared in Sword Master's mind.
"It's overwhelming,
The sword cannot remove everything,
Everything is too exhausted,
The fate will surely end soon!"
The sword master suddenly realized, looked up at the sky, and murmured: All? All!