Hidden Blade

As soon as this saying goes down, it doesn't wait for Xu Han and Meng Liang to have any reaction opportunities. At that time, the sword meaning shrouded in the sand ground was deliberately dragged and crazily poured into Xu Han and Meng Liang's bodies.

Under the fierce sword idea, their bodies could not help shaking, and they fell into silence at that time.

They did not dare to resist the sword idea, because to resist the sword meaning meant to kill the will contained in the sword idea. They could not be indifferent, because if the sword idea that poured into their bodies was not refined by them, it would eventually burst their bodies.

So for them at the moment, the only choice is to condense the sword spirit and cultivate their own sword spirit.

As Wang Yangming said, this is the greatest respect for these swordsmen.

"Bear his strength and protect his way."

...

"that's the idea At that time, the handsome monk in black fell in front of Wang Yangming. Looking at Meng Liang and others wrapped in a sword array, he immediately understood Wang Yangming's plan. He said with a smile: "the sword immortal's method of breaking and then standing is really unexpected to me."

Then he put up an inexplicable smile. He asked, "do you think the poor monk will watch them go to the fairyland?"

After hearing the speech, Wang Yangming finally took back the eyes that fell on Xu Han and others. Then he looked at the monk in black and said in a calm tone: "isn't there still me?"

"You?" The monk in black laughed, "although Wang Jianxian is good at his skills, as a sword spirit, he can drive 30000 divine swords in the sword mausoleum. But the sword spirit is a sword spirit after all. What's more, Wang Jianxian is still a sword spirit without a sword body."

"A spirit without a sword is like a duckweed without roots. How can it fight against the poor monk?"

After saying this, the monk in black shook his head and grinned bitterly, as if laughing at Wang Yangming's nonsense and at the ignorance of the world.

At this time, the last sword spirit who was fighting with blood finally fell under the claws of the army. At this time, all the 36000 swords were destroyed, and the broken swords fell on the hills like corpses.

More than half of the 80000 troops brought by the dizang King were killed and wounded at the moment, but the loss was nothing to him. After all, from the moment of sanctification, the fate of the 80000 so-called Holy Son soldiers had been doomed.

Thinking of this, the black monk's eyebrows raised a more and more strong smile, which is the smile when the long cherished wish is about to be achieved.

His hand slowly stretched out, black gas gushed from his palm, and he was going to the place where Xu Han and Meng Liang were.

At that time, a hand suddenly stretched out and stopped the king of Tibet's hand. At the same time, a sword Qi gushed out, wiping out all the black Qi inspired by the king of Tibet.

"Well?" The king of Tibet frowned and looked at the master of the old hand.

There was a rare look of horror on his face at that time.

A sword spirit without a sword is like water turned into fog, a soul lost his life. He can see it, but he can't touch it. He may exist, but he can't interfere with foreign objects. This is a very simple truth, so simple that no one will have half a doubt about this matter.

How did Wang Yangming stop him? How to stimulate the sword spirit and cut off the power he summoned?

At that moment, all these problems flooded into the heart of the king of Tibet, so that there was little hesitation.

"I said, and me." Wang Yangming said with a smile that his hand, which blocked the king of Tibet, shook slightly, like a swordsman shaking his sword.

At that time, the body of the dizang king was like a heavy blow, and the strong man who was nine feet away saw this and rushed up to catch the body of the king.

The king of dizang fell down from the strong man and stood on the ground, but he seemed to be weak. He had to be supported by the strong man to stand up.

"It's good for you to worry about yourself. I think you're weak and you're on the verge of death. I don't know whether you're here or not." Wang Yangming stood with his hands down, squinting and laughing.

However, the king of dizang didn't pay attention to his injury. He looked at Wang Yangming with calm eyebrows, and his eyes were as if he wanted to see through the old man in front of him. However, the result was so disappointing that he couldn't see through him. So he could only say, "how can the spirit of swords bloom its strength?"

Wang Yangming, dressed in white, was hunting in the night wind. His hand suddenly stretched out, narrowed his eyes and asked with a smile: "Lord, you can see clearly that my sword has never left."

When the king of Tibet heard the speech, his face changed. He fixed his eyes on Wang Yangming's outstretched hand. The startled color between his eyebrows was dignified for several minutes.

...

outside Changwu pass of the state of Chen, 60 li away.

Fang Ziyu and others, who left jianlongguan and rushed all the way, finally had time to breathe. These days, they had been on the road day and night. Now they finally arrived outside the territory of the state of Chen. According to their speed, they could arrive in the state of Chen before dark tomorrow.

Of course, this is a very happy thing, whether it is for the people who escaped from Dazhou or the few remaining troops led by Muliang. Even Li Dingxian and others are full of hope that since the Zhou Dynasty has been occupied, Chen state has become the only ally that Da Xia can rely on.But Fang Ziyu was not depressed. She sat by the fire and looked at all the people around her, but she couldn't put a smile on her face.

Chen Xuanji was in the state of Chen...

after seeing the love between him and the woman, Fang Ziyu did not know how to face the elder martial brother who she had never married.

Thinking of these, Fang Ziyu sighed for a long time. Ning zhumang knew his daughter's mind and was about to comfort him.

But at this time, the crowd suddenly sounded a exclamation.

Thinking that something had happened, fangziyu and Ning zhumang both subconsciously stood up and looked at the direction of the sound, but they saw that most of the campfires had been extinguished, and suddenly there were golden lights in the camp.

They twinkle in the night like stars.

The crowd screamed more and more loudly, and fangziyu realized that most of the golden lights came from the clothes of those people. Among them, there were people from jianglai rescued by Xu Han from Jingzhou, some people from Jizhou, and there were also some old herdsmen.

The golden light that twinkled in their clothes became more and more bright, almost impossible to see directly.

Then their clothes bulged at that time, as if something was about to come out of the cocoon. Probably because they had never seen such a strange phenomenon, the exclamation of the crowd became more and more large, and some people even had the posture of fleeing for their lives.

Poof!

Suddenly, a light sound sounded in the crowd, and a warrior's clothes suddenly opened a small hole. At that time, the golden light suddenly leaped out like the flood that found the exit. What followed was that the clothes of those people who were shining with golden light were smashed one by one, and those golden lights turned into flowing awns and flowed out rapidly towards the south.

Fangzi fish at that time to see these, those golden light is the copper plate that Xu Han rescued before!

Not only here, but the same thing happened all over the world at this time.

There are hunters hiding in the dense forest waiting for their prey in the dark, and farmers who have finished a day's farming and sit in front of the courtyard with their children and look at the sky.

There are garrison soldiers who are looking at the distant night at the border, expecting to spend the day safely again, and the parents who take their children on the road of escape.

Their age and identity are different, but without exception, they or their ancestors, on a certain day of a year, passed by a certain place, and saw an old man carrying a large wooden box, where he sang a song for them quietly.

They either understood the tactful repetition, or just felt that it was not easy for the old man to do so, so they gave generously. When the old man asked for money, they handed a copper plate to the porcelain bowl which was missing in his mouth.

After many years, the old man stood on the top of Longyin mountain alone. The watcher who watched the stars in person took him to the sky.

Although the old man survived, his ideal of changing the heaven and earth with his own strength failed.

In his heart, he was ashamed of all his old friends who had given his life to help him thousands of years ago, and to all the people who had been kind to him all the way through the millennium. So in the moment before he left the heaven and earth, he bent his fingers and flicked. A hundred thousand copper coins fell to the ground like a star, like a bird homing. They returned to their former masters. This was the last thing the old man did for the heaven and earth.

At the moment, all these copper plates flicker into the sky with dazzling golden light. The night of the whole world is dispelled in that moment. The golden lights all over the sky are gathered together. They respond to the call from the millennium to reveal their true appearance in front of the world again.

...

in the hand of Wang Yangming, an empty sword shadow appeared. Then, under the surprised eyes of the dizang king, gold lights rushed from the distant sky and poured into the sword shadow.

So a long sword, no more than three feet long, was slowly solidified in Wang Yangming's hands at that time.

The meaning of sword is like a tide, and it is shrouded in the sky of sword mausoleum. If the meaning of sword has substance, it has the potential of dark clouds.

At the moment, Wang Yangming reached out and stroked the golden body of the sword. The body of the sword trembled with the movement of his fingers, which seemed to be pouring out or cheering.

"Long time no see."

Wang Yangming said softly.

"He's gone. This time it's just you and me."

"But we have to fight so that we don't lose his reputation or your reputation."

At this point, Wang Yangming stopped slightly, and the hand touching the sword stopped. Then he asked again.

"Are you ready?"

Dang!

A roar, like the song of a dragon, rose from the sword.

Wang Yangming flies to kill the purple monster like the Kuroshio.

At that time, the sky was rolling like a river and the sword body was as bright as a star river.

The old man's white hair fluttered, just like a thousand years ago, when the man came again...

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