final catastrophe

Chapter 517 17. It's going to be sunny (please subscribe)
A hunchbacked woman with a beautiful face seems to be in deep thought.

After a while, it seemed that he had figured it out, or that he had heard some instructions, and said, "If you hit me head-on, I will believe you."

Xiao Bufan smiled evilly, pulled back a distance like the wind, and said coldly: "Come on."

Duguchen squinted her eyes, stretched out her five fingers on her right hand, and all directions of sword energy suddenly emerged and gathered under her palm again.

Sword Qi is like boiling water, contained in a narrow space.

She was a little flustered
It's so difficult.
On the other side, the heir to the sword god who was as indifferent as frost said confidently, "Let's do it."

Duguchen nodded and said, "Okay!"

There was a distance of tens of feet between the two, and the invisible air currents began to collide and impact, which made people feel mysterious and terrifying, but could not appreciate the mystery of it.

On the other side, all the people in the martial arts also looked over.

The boy's speed was too fast just now, and they didn't see anything at all. Now that they can fight head-on, their strength can definitely be seen at a glance.

If it was a trick just now, it will be revealed at this time.

If it is really possible to subdue this witch, then... maybe this world will change.

"All Swords Return to the Sect!!"

Duguchen called out the name of the move to prove that this move was really powerful. The sword energy in her palm boiled like white smoke, and turned into a line.

One line, ten thousand swords.

Xiao Bufan said proudly: "Small tricks!"

After all, he raised the Broken Sword, and the blade seemed to become a vortex that could contain everything.

Ten thousand swords did not even make a sound.

It seems that everything is dissipated in this vortex.

Xiao Bufan's figure was like lightning, and the broken sword followed him to pull out the afterimage's body, and put it on the hunchbacked girl's neck again.

"I surrender."

Duguchen lowered his head.

Xiao Bufan looked around coldly, and asked again: "What about you? Surrender or destroy?"

The heroes were silent.

But in the end someone said angrily: "What virtue and ability do you have? It's because of your high martial arts skills, and..."

brush!
Xiao Bufan slightly raised his finger, and a stream of sword energy shot out, piercing through the middle of the man's head, revealing a bloody hole.

There was a plop, like a heavy object falling to the ground.

"Brother Wang!!"

Someone jumped out immediately, and then pointed to the indifferent young man standing in the center and said, "It's the sword god, the old man, who is the best among all heroes."

Xiao Bufan raised his finger again.

The sword energy passed through the autumn rain, broke through a transparent trajectory, and passed the man's throat.

The man clutched his bleeding neck, struggled and screamed twice, and wanted to stand up, but two more sword qi brushed past his knees.

It made him fall to his knees directly, and then fell forward.

It was like bowing down to Xiao Bufan.

Suddenly, everyone fell silent.

Xiao Bufan said coldly: "From now on, there will be no sword gods in this Jianghu!"

No one dared to speak out.

But Shi Qingyuan stood up. He was originally holding back, but when he heard this, he stood up.

Standing up with him, there are several swordsmen.

"I will release Qingyuan."

Xiaodao Buddha said lightly, "Since you have harvested the inheritance of the sword god, it is normal for you to become famous and dominate, but why suppress the name of the sword god?
At the beginning, he was an old man with unparalleled benevolence and righteousness, and he was unparalleled in zero industry and defeat. Tianzhu overwhelmed the heroes, and then built a sword house to urge the emperor to work hard for the people. Power, and defeated the gods.

How can such a character be profaned? "

He paused every sentence, and every word and every sentence resounded loudly.

Every time he said a word, several people stood up in the crowd, and at first they all carried knives.

But in the end, there are all kinds of people.

There are both good and evil ways, and there are people who get up.

Xiao Bufan said coldly: "It seems that you all think what I said is fart, right?"

Then he suddenly pointed, and said to the lonely human standing on the other side of the suspension bridge: "The sword god you are talking about is him?
How could a person like him still be a god?
Since it has been forgotten.

Then lie obediently in the tomb, what are you doing here to shame yourself! ? "

Everyone's eyes immediately turned to the other side of the suspension bridge following his fingers.

There
The wind is bleak.

Rain blurred.

The bearded man suddenly smiled.

Someone came out to preside over the order, and even subdued the witch without causing too many casualties.

very nice.

He looked up at the sky.

Every trace of rain in the sky is an arrow.

Thousands of arrows fired.

He is the only one standing in this world.

"The First Swordsman!!"

"teacher"

"teacher"

"Headmaster."

"Master Xia."

After being identified by Duguchen and the heir of the sword god, everyone also began to recognize the man on the other side of the Broken Bridge.

He sat alone at the entrance of the Shu Road, looking at the green peak opened by a sword, and was ridiculed and pitied by others, but he was indifferent.

Who thought he was the God of Swords? !

Who would have thought that the sword god would really lose all his skills.

And down to this point? ? ! !

Little Knife Buddha and Big Snake Moon had strange colors in their eyes, and they wanted to step forward.

But the man seemed to be aware of it. In the continuous autumn rain, with his back against the green hills, he slowly raised his hand, signaling not to come over, and then seemed to use up all his strength, and calmly shouted: "From now on, there will be no more people in the world." Sword God, don't mention it."

After all, he turned around slowly.

But Xiaodao Buddha understood his meaning in an instant.

Now that the rivers and lakes have a new leader and a new order, then the times are advancing, and people should always look forward. As for him, he should live in history.

Live in the dust.

Lopsided
Then be forgotten.

As long as the rivers and lakes are still there, as long as there is peace, and as long as there is no chaos, what does it matter who is the god and who is the emperor?

That desolate back, walking in the rain bleakly.

Shi Qingyuan was stunned for a moment.

This kind of bearing, this kind of demeanor, this kind of heart.

Suddenly, he knelt down towards the distance, and said with luck: "Master Sword God, you have a good journey!!"

He just raised his voice.

It was hundreds of thousands of people who shouted the same voice in unison: "Master Sword God, you have a good journey!"

The sound ran through the autumn rain.

Break through the sky.

The desolate figure stopped for a while, but didn't turn around, just took a more relaxed pace, raised his head, let the rain wet his cheeks, and blow the hair that was covered by the bed in a mess.

"The rain is a little cold."

He spoke quietly that no one heard.

In the line of sight, the green peak stands tall and fierce like a sword, the turbulent waterfall competes for noise, and the cliffs turn into rocks and thunder.

And the bearded man already had a smile on his face.

Even though he has lost all his martial arts and is a mortal, the world is still beautiful and still running, flowers bloom and fall, clouds gather and disperse, how can there be a banquet in the world that lasts forever?
It is enough to have the luxury of this life.

Three thousand weak water, I have already drank a scoop.

The rain fell violently, but his mood improved.

"Is it going to be sunny?"

He narrowed his eyes with a smile.

(End of this chapter)