Candle Dragon to the left

Chapter 320 82. Towards the End
In the coastal waters of Yan Kingdom, the bright silver sword light shines in all directions.

Zu, Dazhiyi, Taihang Eight Kings, and the giant whale in the sky all cast their gazes at the strange man who broke into the battlefield.

He holds a sword, which looks like a god.

On the high place, the Rakshasa-like statue lowered its eyebrows. It was carrying a huge fan and whispered, "Who taught you this sword technique?"

What responded to Zu was the vibration of the air.

"Om-!"

The sea of ​​clouds was rolling, forced back by the sword light, retreating in all directions, revealing the stars, and the full moon hanging in the sky.

Gu Yan sighed, there was a cloud of flames covering him, the sword in his hand was hot, the blade almost melted in the light, he walked on the battlefield, crossed the barbarians, and crossed the ruins of the tower.

The altar was made of blood, and the mist of blood seemed to bring him back to the past.

On the eve of the rising era, the ancient clans suffered disaster due to their arrogance.The ancestors left a prophecy of rising long ago, and all powers are born for this.Human beings occupy the throne of the world with an overwhelming advantage, overlooking all souls.His elders, those unwilling ones who have half stepped into the cemetery covet this era, delusional to ask for nature as before.

Taihang Mountains.

The mountains that buried the dark ambitions of the imperial capital for thousands of years.

The mountain god Nanzhu.

As the name suggests, it lights up the dark night like a candle.Gu Yan still still remembers that scene, the snake-like shadows cruising the clouds, roaring with their heads raised, and the young men in ancient clothes sitting upright at the same height as the mountains, judging their arrogance and greed.Until the end, the unwilling ones activated the altar, the rain of blood poured down, and the corpses were like a tide, just like now.

Gu Yan exhaled lightly.

The Gu family, a clan that has been glorious for thousands of years, is an intertwined clan.Among them, the people he cared about died, and the people he didn't care about died too.He should have thrown the vajra relic that summoned the Buddha at Jiaolong with vengeful anger, but he found that he couldn't do it. People, there must be righteousness, whether to destroy the dragon or the golem of the blood sacrifice... He didn't know. Knowing whether that decision is correct, but at least, he will not be ashamed of it.

So far, he has abandoned everything in the imperial capital, stepped into this complicated and chaotic era, and danced with it.

When his due is done, he will finally swing his sword at the god.

for his dear ones.

"So, you came to my mountain gate to practice swordsmanship, so that you can raise your sword against Taihang Lord in the future?" On that day, in the heavy snow, he came to Laojun Mountain and met the real person recorded in the ancestral land.

Before that, he had been to many places.

Longhu, Wudang, he didn't get the answer, and that day, accompanied by the blizzard and snow, he didn't have any hope.But the real person opened his mouth and said: "Go to the mortal world to find someone, and if you find him, he will teach you the swordsmanship that is good enough for Taihang Lord to lift the sword. I don't have this kind of swordsmanship here, and you have nowhere to practice."

"Who?"

"Mysterious view, Su Chengzi."

"Hahahaha! Are you looking for me after hearing what that old man said? Let me teach you Wushuang's swordsmanship?" The tattered old man leaned back with a smile.

"Yes." Gu Yan just nodded.

"Okay!" The old man brushed his sleeves, and took out a jug and put it in front of Gu Yan, "Drink it up, and then tell me what it tastes like, yes, I will teach you!"

"Tell me, what does it taste like?"

Gu Yan was silent for a long time, "It has no smell, it's as light as water."

There was another long silence, but the one who was silent was the old tattered Taoist priest. He raised his head and stared at Gu Yan for a long time, so long that Gu Yan suspected that the other party could even count his hair.

Finally, the old man got up and patted Gu Yan on the shoulder.

"Let's go."

"is it wrong?"

"No, just not."

"From today onwards, I will teach you Wushuang's swordsmanship. This is something handed down from our old Su family. You ancient clans who stay in the imperial capital all day to play tricks should have this kind of method. As for why no one knows it in the end, I don't know. Say you also know why. How can a person who is blinded by profit and thinks about tricks all day long understand Taoism?"

"You are the eldest son of the Gu family. Even someone like me who doesn't care about the imperial capital knows that you are the most stable person in power of the younger generation, and a person like you actually has the conditions to learn Wushuang. Old Su, I will not break my promise and teach you Yes. But I still have a question for you, do you know why this sword technique is called 'Wu Shuang'?"

"I don't know, kid."

"Wushuang, the sword holder can only swing it once. That sword will shake the world and make ghosts and gods weep!"

Su Chengzi turned his head abruptly, staring fixedly at Gu Yan's eyes, "Remember, there is only one time!"

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"Only one time!"

The words of the old man echoed in Gu Yan's mind.

He knew why only once.

At this moment, like the sword in his hand, he melted into the silver light, and the terrifying sword energy erupted not only included spiritual energy, but also included his soul and flesh and blood.

It was supposed to be facing the flood dragon.

he thinks.

The dusty demons under the altar stood behind them, and the god-like existence in front of them was the enemy.

But it doesn't matter...

Gu Yan closed his eyes, raised his sword, and the flowing clouds and flames covering him gathered on the sword body, engraving ancient and primitive seal characters. He looked up into the sky, above the clouds, a giant Rakshasa-like face was whispering, and there seemed to be a familiar look in his eyes. flashed by.

The fan of the idol.

Da Zhiyi roared with the giant whale.

Scarlet eyeballs squirmed.

The silver sword light enveloped the world!

Everything without words is returned to the sword.

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On the snowy field, on the wooden boat, Qing Yan lifted the flagon.

She looks into the distance.

The dry river was shaking, and the sound of rolling water was like thunder.

The pitch-black clouds pushed in from a distance, accompanied by the torrential rain, and the hissing of the bones under the torrential rain.

The wolf king looked into the distance warily.

There, the green will-o'-the-wisp flickered, and the huge monster stood up under the black wave.

But Qingyan grabbed the brass handle of the Cangming Knife, pulled it out casually, raised it, and faced the menacing black sea waves.

"Is that all?" she said.

"Roar!" The monsters in the depths of the sea roared, twisting their bodies, and there was an ear-piercing and strange rubbing sound between bones.

The next moment, they were split open.

Together with the waves.

The light of the knife, like punishment from the sky, split the entire incoming stream of water into two!
"Boom!" There was a heavy smashing sound, and Qing Yan dragged the knife towards the Kuroshio, and the blade drew a long line on the river bed.At the same time, the entire snowfield trembled, and pitch-black shadows stood up from all directions, roaring and roaring. These were the spirits of the snowfield that had long since died, but now, they were awakened by the emperor to fight with him!
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Yan country, near the sea.

The Kuroshio was advancing wantonly, and the torrential rain poured down.

Under the power of Zu, the tower collapsed and shattered, and the people lost the last line of defense against the vast sea.

All the places and cities were in chaos.

Cry, cry for help, howl, the tide swallows the earth, the dead swallow the living,
Above the Kuroshio, a gigantic and boundless skeleton stands. It is the king, and was the ancestor of the incomparably noble Shinichi during his lifetime.The will-o'-the-wisp in full bloom in its eye sockets overlooks the world, and all the creatures who tried to raise arms against it are dead, and endless corpses surround it like a throne.

But from the west, there was a sudden gust of wind blowing.

It even changed the direction of the tide.

The king noticed something and raised his head. Above, deep in the sea of ​​clouds, a sun-like arrow shot through it.

　one more chapter

　　This chapter is about to end. At that time, the story will leave Kyushu, so many holes left before will start to be filled.

　　It's a beginning and an end.

　　I don't like to write meaningless foreshadowing.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)