After breaking up, I picked up a beautiful vampire girl

My wife's voice, appearance and smile have become blurred in my memory.

The woman who had accompanied him for most of his life was now just a hazy shadow.

The passion and enthusiasm of the past have disappeared with the passage of time.

He suddenly realized that he was old, so old that he couldn't even hold the sword in his hand.

In this life, why do we draw our swords?

This last sword...will it ever see the light of day again?

If it was Master Shen Kuo, when would he draw this sword...

Lu Shan originally thought that he would take this doubt into his coffin, but when he looked up and saw the white dragon breaking through the gymnasium, tearing through the haze, and bringing the dawn to this land, he might have figured it out.

The Nine Swords of Heavenly Tribulation originally only had eight swords.

This is what is written in the sword manual.

This ninth sword was added by Grandmaster Shen Kuo himself on the last page of the book, without any explanation or annotation.

"..."

Zhong Huaian looked at Lu Shan in front of him, feeling uneasy.

He knew that the old man in front of him was at the end of his strength and the flame of life could be extinguished at any time.

Logically speaking, he should have already secured victory. He only needed to make one more move to end this feud. Once Lu Shan died, his plan would be half successful.

However, when he saw Lu Shan's cloudy eyes, he inexplicably felt a palpitation in his heart.

That feeling is like facing an unpredictable unknown, a miracle that is about to overturn everything.

Zhong Huaian even felt that he saw Lu Shan of the past, no...even Shen Kuo.

Lu Shan slowly raised his hand, and the outer shell of the crutch in his hand was crushed by him, and then a rusty sword appeared in front of Zhong Huaian.

The sword that had accompanied him throughout his life now seemed extremely heavy.

Time seemed to freeze at this moment, and all that remained between heaven and earth was the sword in his hand and his shattered body.

That sword was the one his wife had given him. The sword of the head of the mountain sect had been broken, so Shen Xueyao went down the mountain in person to look for masters, and finally forged this peerless sword.

But Lu Shan never told his wife that she had been cheated. The silly girl spent a lot of money and was finally deceived into making a shoddy and useless sword.

In order to reassure his wife, Lu Shan always carried the iron sword with him. It was not until the sword could no longer be repaired that Lingying suggested that the sword be made into a crutch.

Now, the sword appeared before his eyes again. His weak hands trembled slightly, and it was difficult for him to hold the hilt of the sword.

But he seemed to feel another pair of hands gently closing his sword-holding hands. Although those hands were slender, they were covered with calluses.

"...Big sis, long time no see."

The Way of Heaven is invisible and can only be obtained through experience.

For thousands of years, countless descendants spent their entire lives until the sect fell into decline, but all this was ultimately just a dream, and no one could comprehend the secret of the Ninth Sword.

Zhong Huaian felt a chill running down his spine.

He subconsciously raised his body and arched his back, taking a defensive stance, staring intently at Lu Shan, not daring to be careless in the slightest.

But the next moment, he saw Lu Shan smile with relief.

On that face full of vicissitudes of life, there appeared a trace of melancholy, a trace of sadness, and a trace of... relief?

"Yes... I finally understand..."

Lu Shan murmured to himself, his gaze becoming distant and deep, as if he had penetrated the fog of time and space and seen the true meaning of the world.

"In this life, why did I draw my sword..."

He remembered the high spirits of his youth, the hard work of his middle age, and the heartache of his old age.

He had drawn his sword to test his own talent, to ensure a good life for his master, to repel evil spirits, to revitalize his sect, to defend his country, to avenge his wife, and to subdue demons and defend the Way...

He mastered eight swords in his life, and each sword embodies his hard work and ideals.

He thought that he had been fighting for justice and righteousness throughout his life.

But at this moment, when the boundary between life and death became so blurred, when the past and the future became nothingness, he suddenly understood——

In fact, all he wanted was a clear conscience.

And this life without regrets will eventually forge the ninth sword.

This ninth sword is also the last sword in the life of the sword holder.

Those unforgettable encounters, those joyful and sad experiences, those bittersweet choices...all these little things turned into the mark of the sword in his hand.

Every step counts, and the life of this mortal Lu Shan is shaped.

And this last sword was his summary of his life at his deathbed.

It may not be gorgeous or earth-shattering, but it embodies a mortal's life's efforts and insights.

Because, that was the last sword swung by a dying man with his own life.

After realizing this, Lu Shan felt more calm than ever before.

The pain of losing his wife, the desire for revenge, and all kinds of shackles disappeared with the enlightenment of this sword.

He finally saw clearly what he was fighting for and living for.

So, at the last moment of his life, he chose to swing this sword.

Not for others, just for yourself.

It's not for fame, but just to have a clear conscience.

"My fellow masters, I, Lu Shan, the 80th generation head of the Tianjue Sword Sect, am here to draw my sword..."

Lu Shan's body began to crack and blood continued to flow down, but he stood firm, and the rusty iron sword in his hand seemed to be given new life at this moment.

In an instant, he seemed to be back in the training ground of his youth, back to the battlefield where he fought side by side with his wife, and back to the temple where he sat in the position of the head of the sect.

...All kinds of past events flashed before my eyes like a kaleidoscope. Those smiles and tears, those joys and sorrows, were all intertwined into a complete life at this moment.

And this life burst out its final light at this moment, forging everything it had into this ninth sword.

"Go to hell!!! Lu Shan!!! Your era is over!!!"

Zhong Huaian couldn't bear it any longer. This invisible pressure almost made him breathless. A Xuanhua axe appeared in his hand.

Then he rushed towards Lu Shan with heavy steps, and used almost all his strength to chop down the old man's head with the axe in his hand.

"The ninth sword, the final sword."

Zhong Huaian only felt a flash of cold light in front of his eyes, and before he could react, he felt a chill on his neck.

He looked down in disbelief and saw a line of blood slowly oozing from his neck.

Such a simple and unpretentious sword.

It wasn't even a sword that contained much power from the realm.

A sword as fragile as this old man's life...

No...this is impossible...

Zhong Huaian wanted to raise his hand to cover the wound, but found that his body was no longer under his control.

He stared at Lu Shan, the frail old man, and the rusty sword in his hand...

Everything was settled in an instant.

Zhong Huaian's body fell to the ground with a loud bang, and the rusty sword in Lu Shan's hand turned into dust and dissipated in the dawn light.

He slowly walked to Zhong Huaian's body and knelt down.

"Huaian...We are all old...our era...is over..."

Zhong Huaian's body twitched and struggled.

His eyes had lost focus, but he was still looking stubbornly in the direction of Lu Shan.

His lips moved, and he uttered a few words intermittently: "...Old Lu...it's not over yet...My...my...soldiers...are...approaching...Pingjing City...Without you...they...can't win..."

Upon hearing this, Lu Shan actually smiled bitterly.

He shook his head, blood dripping down his chin: "Don't worry... old friend..."

Before he finished speaking, Lu Shan started coughing violently.

Bright red blood foam splattered all over the ground, and his face became paler as paper.

But within those cloudy eyes, a sly glint flickered: "I also have... a backup plan..."

Zhong Huaian was stunned for a moment, and then he started laughing too.

But this smile seemed to have a hint of relief and ease: "Hey... hey hey... you... old fox... then... let's... go on the road together..."

As soon as he finished speaking, Zhong Huaian's eyes closed forever.

He no longer had any sound or breath.

The once powerful Xingtian clan members now lay lifeless on the ground like a broken puppet.

Lu Shan stretched out his trembling hand, gently closed the eyes of his former best friend, and then slowly fell beside Zhong Huaian.

Lu Shan's consciousness became increasingly blurred, and his breath of life was fading away bit by bit.

He struggled to open his eyes, wanting to take another look at the world he had lived in all his life.

In his hazy vision, he seemed to see a familiar figure.

It was a woman wearing a plain white long dress, with long black hair like a waterfall and skin as white as cream.

She walked slowly towards me, a smile on her lips and her eyes full of tenderness and pity.

"Big.....Big sister...you are here..."

Lu Shan stretched out his hand tremblingly, wanting to touch his wife's face.

The woman slowly squatted down and gently held Lu Shan's hand, her tone full of love: "Stinky boy...what did you call me..."

“…cough…cough cough, I’m so tired, big sister…”

"Then let's go home... Let's go home..."

"Is everyone here...?"

"They're all here."

Tears blurred his eyes and slowly slid down his cheeks.

The leader and director, who has always been a strong and unyielding person, now revealed his fragile and helpless side.

He was like a lost child, calling out the name of his beloved at the end of his life.

The world was silent, and there was no response.

Lu Shan slowly closed his eyes, never to open them again. His breathing grew weaker and weaker, his heartbeat slower and slower. His consciousness began to dissipate, as if his soul had left the constraints of his body and drifted off into an unknown distance.

There, perhaps there is a brand new world waiting for him. There, perhaps he can see the woman he loves again and hold her in his arms once again.

"......"

At the same time, an old woman was standing at the entrance of the highway in Pingjing City. She slowly turned around, looked in the direction of the dawn, and couldn't help sighing.

"I have received your life... old man..."

Chapter 604 The soul is gone

"Three belts and one."

"I'm sorry."

"Bigger than you."

"Hurry up, the flowers I've been waiting for have all withered."

Yang Er and Chang Yue were playing poker while sitting on a sea of ​​corpses and blood. These corpses were not human, nor were they aliens.

Instead, it was some human-like, monster-like creatures made up of red crystals.