Slender hands, jade finger orchids, in the delicate and delicate that can be broken by blowing, white and transparent like white jade, the luster of Yingying, in a slight flash, but it is holding the sword blade that slashes horizontally.

The eyes are full of a starry night, and the elegant black is blooming with bright stars, and the eyes are bright and good, looking forward to life, but they are reflected on a pale face.

The dress like a white lotus fluttered in the air full of vitality, but the expression revealed a strange coldness from beginning to end.

In the deathly silence, Old Man Zhao's sword was still in the woman's hand, and Old Man Zhao seemed to be petrified, and he didn't move.

"Quickly collect the sword!" Xuande shouted, and when the Qiankun Soul Bead in his hand was urging again and again, the vitality that descended from heaven and earth was all filled with the invisible sword in Old Man Zhao's hand.

And what about Old Man Zhao? On that face that had been sketched by the years, after the woman appeared, he actually showed an unbelievable face.

His eyes widened, and he looked at the woman who suddenly appeared in surprise, the corners of her mouth moved slightly, but she didn't say anything.

Stretching out another finger, there was no expression on the woman's face, but this finger was gently pointed at Old Man Zhao's chest.

"Don't move yet!" Xuande Ancestor looked at Old Man Zhao with an anxious face, and when he saw that he was still indifferent, he shouted again.

The vitality of the sky swept out, like a white curtain, pouring down, Old Man Zhao's invisible sword, suddenly the sword expanded sharply to the surroundings, and then wrapped the old man Zhao who was still stunned there, but this finger still came.

It was very slow, very light, but it easily pierced the layer of sword body shield that looked like foam, and then gently landed on Old Man Zhao's heart.

The woman's face moved slightly, and between her eyebrows, there seemed to be a hint of a smile gently rippling, when Old Man Zhao's body, as if being hammered, suddenly splashed a blood line on his chest, and his body fell backwards. The demon lord was looking at him like this, but his eyes always fell on the woman's face.

"The waning moon's face is bright, don't cry before dawn!" Old man Zhao, who was falling quickly like a heavy stone in mid-air, suddenly smiled, his eyes were still on her face, and then sighed slightly: "She's back!"

The smoke and dust billowed with a loud noise, stone chips burst out, and the old man Zhao's body had fallen to the ground, but a huge crater appeared, like a meteor falling to the ground.

The momentum is no longer there, and he has become an ordinary country old man who can no longer be ordinary. The furrows on the face, at this time, are stretched out, serene and contented, it is smiling, smiling very comfortably.

The luster in his pupils began to fade, but the curtain of white clothes fell gently, and he was beside Old Man Zhao, looking down at him.

Xuande Ancestor was shouting angrily, his body moved slightly, and he wanted to attack at close range with a teleportation, but he was coldly laughed by the demon lord, and then stopped with his hand, unable to take half a step.

Vaguely, it was like returning to a teenager.

Old man Zhao seemed to see a burst of white light, but the white light gradually became clearer, there was a beautiful woman there, with bright eyes and white teeth, always smiling slightly, and her face was extremely good-looking.

Xuanyu Zhenren came, and I still remember that he was suave at that time, so he came with the inherent chic of his youth.

The man looked at the woman, the beautiful woman was opposite, and the one behind him, who was like a child, was smirking at the lovers.

But suddenly, Xuan Yu Zhenren and her figure gradually began to blur, so Old Man Zhao began to chase, running all the time, trying to reach out and grab it, but the phantom that was gradually shattering, but in an instant, there was nothing.

A sad feeling filled the whole body, and the gaze in the depths of the eyes that had begun to dissipate was suddenly condensed again.

is still that familiar face, but at this time, there is no longer a trace of popularity, outstanding and outstanding, just like the flowers in the mountains, not like the fireworks in the world.

When that touch of indifference lowered his head, the long strands of hair smoothly touched Old Man Zhao's face, which was very cool, very soft, and had a familiar atmosphere.

It smells of blood. Old man Zhao's pupils shrank, and he wanted to struggle to stand up, but he was pointed on his head by the woman and couldn't move.

"Sister Lin!" Old Man Zhao called softly, and there was a moment when a tear slipped down from the corner of his eye, and the white fingers on Old Man Zhao's forehead moved slightly.

The light that penetrated through the brain palace completely wiped out the last trace of vitality, and the old man Zhao's eyes were half-closed, not closed, and his eyes were already dead ashes.

On Mochizuki Peak, Xu Lin sat in his room, holding a pen in his hand, and quickly wrote something on the paper, and the frontispiece was written with the four big characters of "Swordsmanship Tianyuan".

The brush is like a smart raindrop, jumping quickly on the paper, Xu Lin forgot to depict the general text of the swordsmanship god in his mind, but at this moment, the brush was stunned, and he actually split a fork, and his heart suddenly hurt, Xu Lin looked at the paper in a daze, the big ink, and couldn't help frowning.

Standing up, Xu Lin opened the doors and windows, and a clear air blew in, but what Xu Lin remembered at this time was the old man who was not smiling and had a gloomy face.

After coming to Kunlun, Xu Lin came into contact with many people and met many people.

Care, love, these are the taste of home, but in Xu Lin's heart, there has always been a strange feeling. This kind of feeling, sometimes even makes him unable to adapt, it comes from the bottom of his heart, longing and rejection, tangled together.

Hatred, homeland.

The two are a contradictory unity, full of Xu Lin. But after meeting Old Man Zhao, there is no secret at all, and the things that Xu Lin has suppressed for a long time seem to be released.

Because he knows his secret, because of his understanding, Xu Lin is very comfortable.

This is a person who is not good at expressing his thoughts, although his face is always gloomy, and even sometimes, it makes people feel that he is very cruel, but his help to Xu Lin is real.

A person who understands himself like this, if he doesn't have it, he won't have it anymore, so Xu Lin began to miss and miss those days of practicing swords together.

"I've never seen a fool like you!"

"Such a chaotic sword intent can also be called sword intent?"

"Your sword isn't ruthless enough!"

"Wrong!"

"That's not how the sword works, stupid!"

"Fool, fool, are you using a burning stick?"

"With your sword intent, you still want revenge?"

Xu Lin smiled, at this moment, for some reason, he suddenly smiled, looking at the clear sky outside the window, such a smile was lonely.

And those scolding voices are filled in the brain all the time, and at the end, there is a sigh, which is from the old man Zhao, it is a sigh suddenly from yesterday, in fact, he also has hope, for the future, or for something in the depths of his memory, under that indifferent appearance, there is always a wisp of warmth wandering there.

In the secret territory of Langya, the demon lord walked step by step to the corpse of the old man Zhao, looked at the face that was already dead, looked at the half-closed eyes, then smiled slightly, then leaned over, then stretched out his hands, and then closed the half-closed eyes.

"Wash the Sword Pavilion! The last person in the Wash Sword Pavilion is gone!" the demon lord sighed softly, and then turned to the expressionless woman and said.

The old master of Xuande stood far away in the air, looking at this scene with a cloudy face.

I still remember that the agreement I made with Xuanyu Zhenren back then used this Kunlun treasure, Qiankun Soul Bead, on Old Man Zhao, for Kunlun to be a god of the Divine Preservation Period.

It's a worthwhile thing, for Kunlun.

A crack suddenly appeared on the bead in his hand, and the demon lord turned around when he heard the sound, but his eyes fell on the hand of Xuande Ancestor.

And Xuande Ancestor looked at the demon lord and the woman who suddenly appeared next to him with an angry face.

"Bring it!" the demon lord stretched out his hand and said coldly to Xuande Ancestor.

But at this moment, a sword sound, an angry shout, a roar, and a terrible laugh suddenly exploded at the moment when the demon lord just turned around.

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