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Chapter 636 The Wrath of Heaven

【Thirteen Deadly Swords】does not just have thirteen swords.

There is also the fourteenth sword that gives it soul, and the fifteenth sword that represents death and destruction, which no one can defeat and no one can control.

The stab of the four sword slaves in front of them was the fifteenth sword that they would not be able to master even if they gave up all their specialties, reproduced in the form of a sword formation.

Jiazi is responsible for left and right, Yichou is responsible for up and down, Bingyin is responsible for front and back, and Dingmao is responsible for filling in the gaps.

All life was extinguished, and the magic sword that made everything stand still seemed to reappear.

But this time there was only pure destruction.

Wherever the sword pointed, it completely turned into nothingness.

The leaves disappeared suddenly before they even fell to the ground.

In this void, it seemed as if there were tens of millions of sharp swords and knives, controlled by tens of millions of invisible hands.

Even if a tiny grain of dust falls in, it will be chopped into tens of millions of pieces, becoming particles that can barely be observed with a microscope.

But the nothingness stopped an inch in front of the two girls.

The two men moved forward, and nothing became something.

The leaves that had been crushed reappear and fall to the ground again.

It was as if it had just been in a time that did not exist.

The murderous intent was eliminated.

The swords in the sword slaves' hands turned into powder.

But they were unharmed.

It’s not that it can’t be done.

But Amber and Diewu didn't want to.

"The master said he had seen you before."

"Therefore, he is willing to grant you only failure, rather than eternal sleep."

They were talking to the person in the thatched pavilion in the distance.

Li Lin had indeed met Xie Xiaofeng.

In that strange time and space, he is the Emperor of Wulin, where Daqimen, Yihua Palace, and Shenjian Villa coexist.

The four sword slaves have already knelt down.

The way Amber and Diewu responded was beyond their imagination. The only ones who could do this were definitely not ordinary people, only [Immortals and Buddhas].

They can do nothing but bury their heads in the sand when faced with a crisis.

"I will never forget a sword like this. Could it be reincarnation?"

When the old voice came to an end, the person in the thatched pavilion appeared in the weed-filled courtyard like a ghost.

There was no movement, as if he had been standing there from the beginning.

Xie Xiaofeng's martial arts skills are as famous as his sword.

To be precise, Qinggong is the life of a swordsman.

As an excellent swordsman, he is naturally also excellent in lightness skills.

He once appeared in two cities two hours apart, two cities five hundred miles apart, dressed neatly and strolling leisurely.

Just like now, when the tail end of his voice landed in the courtyard, the four sword slaves realized his arrival.

Of course, Amber and Diewu were different. Their eyes always followed Xie Xiaofeng's body, and his miraculous lightness skills seemed to be non-existent in front of them.

His amazing charm even at an old age was also unable to impress the two.

When he was young, after defeating the first swordsman of the Huashan School, "Dragon Swordsman" Hua Shaokun, at the age of ten, and after trying his first woman, he began to become absurd and romantic.

For most of his youth, he was not in Excalibur Villa, but in brothels and the boudoirs of young girls.

No woman could resist him and he never forced himself on anyone.

At his best friend's wedding, he simply extended his hand, and the most beautiful woman in the world - Murong Qiudi, the bride, dropped everything and followed him.

Even if they have never met before.

But now, his charm, his sword, and his martial arts skills were all ineffective in front of these two mysterious girls.

Even though his current martial arts has reached a limit and touched the mysterious spiritual realm, as long as he can break through the fifteenth sword, he will be able to reach the legendary realm of "the sword is the sword, I am me", "the sword is not the sword, I am not me", the realm of [immortals and Buddhas].

His insight is not a response.

Even if Yan Shisan used the fifteenth sword on him, he would be unable to do anything to him as the sword was now [untraceable].

He wanted to completely master the fifteenth sword that had been conceived in his heart after he survived the duel. He was not sure about this sword so much that he would rather cut off his thumb to seal it.

“It’s not reincarnation.”

"The incarnation body is not unique to Buddhas. Ordinary people can also reflect the universe and be created by the world."

"Draw your sword."

"Xie Xiaofeng."

As Amber and Diewu were talking, the porcelain sword flew between their hands, with the tip of the sword pointing directly at the old man.

Xie Xiaofeng did not have a sword. His magic sword had been abandoned at the bottom of the lake, and his swordsman's thumb had been cut off by himself.

But he still has the sword.

He himself is the sword.

He drew his sword.

The human side of Xie Xiaofeng disappeared in an instant.

Under extreme pressure, the world-destroying poisonous dragon that he imprisoned in his broken body began to lie dormant. A breeze blew by, a breeze that he hadn't thought of for about twenty years.

[The earth is broken, the sky and the earth are burned]
This is the name of the sword, the name of his sword style that is as natural as the wind.

The fallen leaves on the bluestone bricks were picked up by the wind again and flew towards the two of them.

The sword is not the fallen leaves, but the invisible wind.

When the wind blows, who can resist it?

Does anyone know where the wind is blowing from?
Xie Xiaofeng did not move.

But his spirit and his sword have already turned into the wind.

The strong wind swept across the land, and some things were indeed missed.

But who would notice this omission?

Moreover, this missing part, the center of the wind vortex, where the leaves are, is a change in change. It is the inspiration and strongest point of this sword style.

It's like the rushing water from a mountain spring. When it flows down, you can clearly see the gaps in it, but when you reach out your hand, the gaps have already been filled by the spring water.

The porcelain sword does not need to look for the omission of the wind.

It just woke up, and the clear sword energy crossed the sky.

The wind was also cut off without any discrimination.

Along with the sword in Xie Xiaofeng's heart, the dormant poisonous dragon.

Xie Xiaofeng smiled.

He is a swordsman who has reached the pinnacle of swordsmanship. He has spent his entire life with the sword. The sword has become his life and his soul.

Without a sword in his heart, it means that he has no life and no soul.

What is left in this body is just an ordinary and frail old man.

But he smiled.

laugh happily.

The four sword slaves also laughed.

"You are obviously no longer a sword."

"You lost your life."

Amber and Diewu were puzzled. They could never put down their swords. The sword was their master and everything to them.

"I have been liberated," Xie Xiaofeng said, "not just from the 15th sword style, but completely liberated from the sword."

"I am finally just Xie Xiaofeng."

In order to lay down the sword, he once abandoned his innate status and wealth, faked his death and lived in anonymity at the bottom of society, becoming a "useless Aji".

But even then he couldn't get rid of the sword.

To live, to live with dignity, to keep yourself and the people you care about alive, Xie Xiaofeng with the sword can only appear again.

"Even if I don't need a sword, I am still Xie Xiaofeng."

The old man with white hair and beard waved his palm. There was no trace of the demeanor of a swordsman. The heavy yet light palm force like the wind swept across, scraping the bluestone slabs along the road and the gate that had been blocking the courtyard into powder, revealing the brown soil underneath.

"You are stronger, but also weaker."

"You are only stronger than you were a moment before you caught the sword, but weaker than you were at the moment you caught the sword."

Amber and Diewu frowned.

"Maybe." Xie Xiaofeng nodded with a smile, "But that's only for now."

He will definitely be stronger in the future than he was at that moment. "I don't understand."

"It's superfluous."

Amber and Diewu shook their heads and disappeared in the sword energy.

The sword's story in this world ends completely.

The sword that will soon be as powerful as the previous one is coming.

But they did not stop.

They were going to look for two swords.

A domineering and murderous sword.

A sword of compassion and mercy.
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Forbidden City, Throne Room.

The domineering figure who killed all those who blocked his way was slowly moving forward.

His hair was disheveled and his face was stained with blood, but he looked more imperial than the man in dragon robe sitting on the dragon throne.

"You are no longer the emperor. I am the true emperor."

The domineering figure waved his sleeves.

On the dragon throne, this man who should have been the most honorable person on this land rolled off the dragon throne and fell in front of the man, fainting.

His gaze did not linger on the emperor at all, he just stepped over it as if it was just a carpet or a step.

It was not until he sat on the dragon throne and laughed wildly for a long time that he looked down.

Amid his unbridled laughter, the emperor, who was lying face down on the ground, woke up and staggered to his feet.

"I am the true emperor of the Ming Dynasty. Since the Three Sovereigns and Five Emperors, there has never been a eunuch who could be emperor."

The domineering figure sitting on the dragon throne turned out to be a eunuch.

Anyone who meets him for the first time would not think so.

The emperor, who was not only arrogant but also looked like a pale scholar, even looked more like a eunuch.

It was as if their bodies had been swapped, just as their identities were now transposed.

"Can't you see that I'm already the emperor?"

The man was not angry. He still had some mercy towards his old master who had once promoted him.

Although, he was appreciated because he saved the incompetent and mediocre emperor.

"You? It's just a pipe dream for you to want to be the emperor!" said the emperor disdainfully.

The man should have been furious.

The door-panel sword in his hand is named [Sky's Wrath].

In conjunction with the [Heaven's Wrath Heart Technique], it can only be controlled by sacrificing the blood of tyrants and masters.

The sword and the mental method will inspire the sword holder's dominance and devilishness. The combination of the two is the most evil swordsmanship in the world.

The sword drinks blood and absorbs power.

The sword holder's power increases dramatically, and he becomes immune to all poisons, indestructible, and has immense strength.

It buried 400,000 Zhao soldiers alive, and the legendary butcher Bai Qi was once its master.

But even Bai Qi was killed by the sword because his own domineering aura was unable to suppress the sword's growing evil nature.

Not to mention the man in front of him who has no bell, his lover is dead, and his life is in ruins.

His temper began to become extreme and irritable.

However, the appearance of a sword made Skywrath feel threatened, and his sanity began to return.

"over there."

"In the Imperial City."

The porcelain sword hung in the air.

Two silver figures moved forward.

In the Hall of Supreme Harmony.

"Me? I am not worthy of being an emperor?" The man sneered, "You are a tyrant who ignores state affairs, only knows how to be a carpenter, and even joins hands with the Japanese pirates?"

"He worked hard for you, but he coveted his soon-to-be-married lover, and he used the imperial power to oppress her, a licentious person?"

"Without me and Zhao Zheng, you would never have been able to ascend the throne."

"You don't think Ye Min really likes you, do you?"

"The person she likes is Zhao Zheng."

"She married you for the so-called great love, so that you can be a good emperor."

"Wei Jinzhong, you~" The emperor was defeated.

"Zhu Youxiao, don't you understand this very well? Otherwise, you wouldn't be suspicious as soon as I provoked you." Wei Jinzhong sneered, "Suspicious of this woman who you got by force and who is pregnant with your child."

The gate of the Hall of Supreme Harmony shattered out of thin air.

"Put it down, Jinzhong."

In the holy golden glow, the victim that the two were talking about, Zhao Zheng, appeared.

He had his hands behind his back, and it seemed that he was just visiting an old friend, just to have a chat.

"I've given up."

"Put it down?" Wei Jinzhong mocked, "As expected, you cuckold, your turtle mentality has improved again."

"I had to give up Ye Min to let you in."

"I killed your best friend in front of you last night, and also helped you to improve your martial arts skills."

"I thought it would be a few years before you showed up again."

Zhao Zheng was not angry. He just smiled calmly and looked at Wei Jinzhong with compassion. "Hatred will only lead people to depravity. Only forgiveness and mercy are the only way to get rid of it."

"Very good." Wei Jinzhong said, "Then wait a moment. After I kill Zhu Youxiao, you can forgive and have mercy on me. I will repent and be a good emperor."

Zhu Youxiao, who also suspected that the [Compassion for the World] mentality had turned Zhao Zheng's brain bad, said: Zhao Zheng, you won't really agree to it.

"Then I will stop you." Zhao Zheng said, "You will not be a good emperor."

Zhu Youxiao breathed a sigh of relief.

"Because my surname is not Zhu?" Wei Jinzhong sneered.

"No, it has nothing to do with your status as a eunuch." Zhao Zheng shook his head. "During your life, didn't Wang An, Lai Xi, and the Emperor love you very much?"

"But how do you treat them?"

"After you seized power, how did you deceive the emperor, seize power, and plunder the people's wealth?"

"That's all nonsense!" Wei Jinzhong raised his sword. "According to your logic, shouldn't I have a chance to be a good person and a good emperor? You are just foolishly loyal and weak."

"Just like you gave up on Ye Min!"

"You can obviously assist me, and I will listen to all your advice."

"But you just kept opposing it, and even joined forces with the Japanese pirates. Don't think I don't know where your [Zhanlu] came from!"

Two female voices suddenly came from a distance, interrupting Wei Jinzhong's endless chatter.

"Stop."

"shut up."

"Keep talking."

"The Sword of Benevolence is about to disappear."

Wei Jinzhong didn't look at the source of the voice at first, but laughed out loud.

"Zhao Zheng, you are wavering!"

"You haven't really let it go!"

"You can let go of your hatred for me, but as the commander-in-chief of the Imperial Guard, you cannot let go of your blind loyalty to Zhu Ming!"

"In the face of your blind loyalty, love, brotherhood, and hatred can all be put aside."

"Your blind loyalty is both the source of your [Compassion for the World] mental method's great success and your weakness that prevents you from achieving perfection."

"Don't listen to him, Zhao Zheng, I command you!" Zhu Youjian couldn't bear it any longer, "Uh——"

His head rolled off and blood gushed out like a fountain, staining the dragon robe on his body red.

"very good."

"It is indeed him who prevented the Sword of Benevolence from being perfected."

"very good."

"All you have to do next is forgive us."

Zhao Zheng turned his head to look at the source of the voice, and the compassion on his face completely disappeared, leaving only deep hatred.

The state of [Compassion] that can make time stand still is broken.

Thunderclouds suddenly appeared in the sky, the sky was angry!

(End of this chapter)