I have many teachers

Chapter 385 With a sword and a long howl, he will lean on Kunlun (two in one)

Wan Longke had never seen such a bright sword light.

His eyes were wide open and his body was stiff. Under such sword light, even though he was already a basalt master of the fifth rank, he would never have the slightest power to resist, but he was never as strong as the other warriors around him. Losing his mood, he just held the knife in both hands and watched the sword light devour him.

Under the light of the sword, he looked at the man whose sword robe was stained with blood, whom he once despised.

All kinds of emotions emerged in my heart, resentment, unwillingness, but they all disappeared under Na Jianguang, sighed, nodded with a smile, and said:
"Clothes!"

The sword light is sharp.

Immediately after devouring all the people in it, before dying, Wan Longke lost all thinking about the original plan in his heart, and just looked at the pure sword light that had never been seen before.

The body is straight, like a warrior.

How lucky to die under this sword...

pity……

Wan Longke sighed in his heart, his thoughts disappeared with the arrival of death.

The sword light dissipated.

The sky and the earth are as clear as the vast sky.

With a radius of more than [-] miles, all the masters who had coveted Tianjianmen for a long time were killed by Honghui's sword and fell to the ground. , there are as many as six handles, inserted upside down to Honghui's left and right, when the air mechanism is involved, there will be a sharp whistling sound, which lasts for a long time.

When all the enemies are lost, the Heavenly Sword can be extended for ten years.

And at that time, the next generation must have already grown up. Thinking about something that would fill his heart with expectations, Honghui's face was as cold and hard as ever. The five people who came down from the Heavenly Sword Gate were full of grief. Looking at Honghui's body that had been straight for a long time, looking at that familiar face, he was almost speechless.

The three treasures of warriors are nothing more than spirit and spirit.

With Honghui's cultivation base, only by burning out his energy and life, shattering his body, dissipating his vitality, pouring everything he has into the long sword without reservation, can he be able to slash that sword just now.

At this time, Honghui only had the last support of his sword intent, but this will eventually dissipate.

At that time, there was not even a physical body left.

The old man in the lead opened his mouth, and the white-haired man sent the black-haired man away, with grief on his face, he said dryly:
"Idiot..."

"does it worth?"

Honghui nodded and said:

"worth."

Without hesitation.

The old man looked at the child he led into the Heavenly Sword Gate, at the young man who used to ride on his neck to pick the fruit, and at the current 'Sword of Heaven', his nose was sour, and he couldn't speak anymore.

At this time, Hong Feibai just came back to his senses, his body shook slightly, and he almost fell backwards.

But he steadied himself immediately.

No matter how naive and stupid the juniors behind him were, looking at the fierce and glaring master and the blood-stained blue and white sword robe, they already knew what the scene in front of them represented.

The great sadness fell instantly, and those teenagers could hardly accept this fact for a while, with a look of sadness on their faces, and even the sound of sobbing in a low voice, Honghui looked in that direction, frowned, and said coldly:
"Why are you crying!"

There was a slight pause in the crying, as if frightened.

The disciples raised their eyes, and hope appeared in their pupils.

The cold man in the eyes of the disciples was still standing there.

But the old man couldn't bear to look at it. He knew what kind of state Honghui was in now. He knew that every inch of the body had been torn apart by the extremely fierce sword intent. Second, when the remaining sword intent dissipated, his body would instantly turn into ashes and die in extreme pain, and even now, every time he uttered a word, he would suffer pain like a thousand arrows piercing his heart.

The old man's nose was sore, and he almost couldn't help crying.

Honghui's tone didn't change at all, his sword eyebrows were slightly frowned, he looked at his disciples, and said coldly:
"How did I teach you all the time? Eh? Crying and crying, what kind of swordsman are you?"

"Everyone will die, I will die, and one day, you will also leave this world.

"Crying, crying, is it useful to cry in the rivers and lakes? Now that you have returned to the mountain gate, go back to practice your sword immediately. At this time today, your swordsmanship has not been practiced yet, so go immediately!"

His voice is as good as ever.

As in the mountains, as in the gate.

Like every morning of martial arts training.

Fu frowned again, looked at the two of them, and said:
"Ling Hao, those three problems with your swordsmanship should be corrected earlier."

"You Ruoqian, if you still can't straighten your mind, get off the mountain as soon as possible, and don't enter the rivers and lakes again."

His tone was really not polite at all.

The two teenagers who were pointed out straightened their bodies, and answered loudly. You Ruoqian is a young man who has only just started for a few years, and his temper is the most outrageous. , but he responded loudly, looking at the sky with his eyes, the tears couldn't be controlled at all, flowing wantonly on that immature face.

Seeing this, Honghui seemed to be angry, and said:
"Go back to the mountain to practice immediately, don't stay here!"

"Go! Go! Go!"

Everyone stood there silently, refusing to leave, until the oldest old man spoke, and then they walked towards the mountain gate one by one with stiff steps, crossing the battlefield and the straight man.

Go beyond their master and walk towards their future.

So he didn't see the middle-aged man with his back turned to them, his face softened.

When Wang Anfeng passed by, a familiar voice sounded in his ears, he paused slightly, looked in Honghui's direction, clasped his hands together, covered the back of his left hand with his right palm, pointed the blade straight to the ground, dark and solemn, I saluted deeply.

This is the gift of the swordsman.

Pursing his lips, the boy whispered:

"Senior, this junior accepts your reward."

Honghui didn't respond, but his eyes were slightly grateful.

In Shaolin Temple.

Scholar got up very rarely, dark and solemn, looking at the endless landscape outside the mountain, Hong Luoyu never escaped as before, silent, just silent, after a long time, the thief sighed and said:
"Pity."

There was no mocking disdain in the past on Mr. Ying's face, his pupils were deep and deep, reflecting the world, mountains and rivers, he paused, and said lightly:

"There is no regret in the sword, only advance and never retreat, those who can do this."

"It's a pity that he doesn't need you."

"No need, anyone pities him..."

Hong Luoyu was silent for a while, and said calmly:
"really."

Under the gate of Tianjian Mountain, many disciples had already passed, only Hong Feibai was left. He still had a sullen face, holding a broken sword, stood silently on the spot, and walked forward slowly, but even At this time, he still lowered his eyelids and never looked at Honghui.

But his palms were clenched tightly.

As if it happened again this morning, he and Honghui just passed by, at this moment, the latter suddenly spoke, saying:
"I told you today."

Hong Feibai paused slightly.

One long and one short, the two stubborn men just stood with their backs facing each other.

Hong Hui never looked at him, his face was still cold and hard, and when he sensed that the young man stopped, he continued:
"When using a sword, if you pursue the sharpness of the moves too much, you are inferior. If you talk about a slow sword and practice it into a fast sword, you are simply an idiot!"

"Go back today and practice the basic swordsmanship in the door a hundred times."

"Not enough practice, no food, no rest."

The voice paused slightly, and added:

"No drinking!"

Where swords are practiced, wine is hidden.

This is Hong Feibai's secret.

Every time he was punished to practice swords until late at night, he would secretly drink it, being careful not to be discovered, because the wine was still there.

After being silent for a long time, Hong Fei nodded and said coldly:
"understood."

Then he never looked back, just walked forward with big strides, the gloomy hatred in his heart disappeared suddenly for some reason, leaving only the feeling that he couldn't help himself to this world.

Behind the young man, Hong Hui sensed that the dark and extreme mood in the disciple's heart was gradually collapsing and disappearing. One day, it would disappear completely, and the light in his eyes became gentle and relaxed.

This is my last sword, Fei Bai...

Slash the demons.

Since you are a master, you should lead by example, and it is also the duty of a master to lead disciples who may go astray to the right direction...

There was a gentle smile in Honghui's eyes, and he said goodbye.

I haven't told you all this time.

Fei Bai, you are actually very good, very good.

well done.

I have never regretted being your master.

Hong Feibai strode towards the direction of Tianjian Gate, he walked very hard, very hard, the young man's eyes widened, he clenched his teeth tightly, and let the tears flow wantonly on his face.

Hong Hui was extremely strict with him, punishing him to practice swords at every turn, and checking his progress in swordsmanship, it was extremely strict.

Otherwise, he would use his big disciple to make an example to others.

I don't know how many times I was punished to practice sword until late at night.

At those times when he was exhausted and his muscles were sore, he also secretly cursed Honghui angrily.

But at this moment, Hong Hui was really going to die, but he could only feel the tingling pain in his heart one after another. The pain made him feel that the ground under his feet was a little soft and not so solid.

At this moment, he suddenly understood.

After all, I am just an orphan without a father...

All the disciples have left, but the beautiful woman is still there. Bu Yunmeng stood in front of Honghui. She, who was devastated by the death of her daughter, did not cry or lose her composure at this time. Sword, in the breeze, heroic, just like the heroine of the year.

Hong Hui suddenly fell silent. After the silence, he just said calmly:

"Did you drink the medicinal porridge from before?"

Bu Yunmeng laughed, nodded, and added:
"have eaten."

"Is it a familiar smell, or is it from Chen Laosan's family?"

Hong Hui took it for granted:
"Don't you like their taste the most?"

"But their home is far away..."

"I learned, it's easy."

Hong Hui responded flatly, with a little pride deep in his eyes.

Others can't see it.

Bu Yunmeng laughed out loud, her nose a little sore.

Her swordsmanship is not low, so she really understands Honghui's current state.

The reason why he can still maintain a clear consciousness now is only because the strong sword intent brought about by the severance of vitality and the shattered breath still has some residues, like firewood after the winter flames have been burned, there are still some sparks on it, but these The tiny sparks will inevitably disappear slowly.

Honghui was doomed today.

So she didn't want her senior brother to see her crying face at this moment.

She raised her eyes to look at the familiar face. This was once a high-spirited young man, but now he is full of coldness. She hasn't seen her senior brother's smile for a long time, but she vaguely remembers that it is very good-looking, but since he became After the peak master, I have never seen it again. Up to now, it has been a full 23 years.

I can't see it anymore.

Finally, she still couldn't bear to look at it anymore, a fragile expression appeared on her face, she almost felt that she was going to cry in the next moment, so she quickly lowered her head.

As a result, the atmosphere was a little stiff, but he didn't want to leave.

Although she knew that the senior brother would definitely continue to talk about sects and disciples in the future, but what does that matter?As long as I can spend more time with my senior brother, even if it's just talking about sects, it doesn't matter...

She gritted her teeth to keep her tears from appearing.

So silent, suddenly heard a low voice, said:
"In this life, I have betrayed you..."

Bu Yunmeng's body trembled slightly, tears were about to flow out uncontrollably, but she clenched her teeth, and did not let the tears flow, she pretended to smile indifferently, raised her head, her eyes widened slightly, and saw The man whose body was already in pieces slowly raised his palm.

The old man almost cried out.

But after all, he didn't open his mouth. He had already noticed that the sword intent gathering Honghui's vitality began to collapse, and he also saw the latter's firmness.

Bu Yunmeng has not seen Honghui's smile for a long time.

A gentle and apologetic smile appeared on the face of the cold and hard man in front of her. She had imagined such a smile before.

Warm and mellow, like the quiet sunshine in the spring afternoon, like the wind blowing down from the top of the mountain, it warmed her heart.

Hong Hui, whose spirit was completely broken, raised his left hand, and gently brushed his wife's broken hair behind her ears.

This action, when he left this morning, had never been done.

Then, as in the past, he gently rubbed his wife's long hair, fell silent, and said with a smile:

"If there is an afterlife, I won't practice swords..."

Bu Yunmeng's eyes widened.

He said, don't practice swords anymore.

"I will only cultivate you for the rest of my life."

Honghui smiled, the last remnant of sword intent disappeared due to the rash action at this time, his palm slowly shattered, but his consciousness had not completely disappeared, in the unbearable pain, it disappeared with the mountain wind like fallen leaves.

He was still smiling until he disappeared.

Looking at Bu Yunmeng.

The woman subconsciously took a step forward, wanting to hold him back, but she was in vain. As a seventh-rank martial artist, the swordsman, who was moving back and forth, lost his balance at this moment, knelt down on the ground, unconsciously It was tearful.

The old man of Tianjianmen drew out his long sword, clasped the hilt with both hands, and saluted from a distance, holding back his grief, and said loudly:

"Send the Heavenly Sword!!"

The sect master of Tianjianmen, followed closely by the peak masters, performed the salute of a swordsman, choked up and shouted, saying:

"Send the Heavenly Sword!"

With a long roar of the sword, the general wants to lean on Kunlun.

On this day, thousands of swords blared together in Tianjianmen, and the sword energy soared up to the sky. The land of the two counties can be seen in a radius of [-] li. From time to time, a white rainbow will pass through the sky, bright and bright, not inferior to the scorching sun.

Gone in an instant.

The second generation of Heavenly Sword, Honghui.

Soldiers.

PS: [-] in [-]...

Then, I want to take a leave of absence tomorrow, and the next detailed outline will be revised...

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(End of this chapter)