Chapter 203

Twilight!

The shock in Ning Chen's heart can't be further increased. There's no doubt that the man sitting at the end of the world is the sword of the deserted city.

"I'm sorry to meet Master mubai, but I've just been impolite"

when I got back to myself, Ning Chen immediately sweated, saluted respectfully and apologized sincerely.

It's bad luck for people to drink cold water. I didn't expect that he could offend this kind of monster with any scolding.

"You haven't answered my question yet," the dusk white light way.

Ning Chen shakes his head and says, "no, she still doesn't remember anything"

after hearing the answer, Mu Bai doesn't ask more questions. His eyes are astringent and he continues to wait for the chaos and fog to gather.

Ning Chen didn't dare to disturb him any more, and he didn't dare to practice his sword. He could only wander in the sea of fog.

Chaos fog sea is a very special place, like fog like sea, walking in it, just like stepping on the water.

After wandering for half a day, Ning Chen's body sinks slowly, and wants to see what's underneath.

The deep and low visibility of the chaotic fog sea is frightening, just like being in the boundless ocean, which makes people panic.

Gradually, the pressure from all sides is more and more strong. In Ning Chen's body, bursts of severe pain come, and it is obvious that he has reached the limit of endurance.

The immortal body doesn't work here at all. The pressure everywhere will crush everything into pieces. No special constitution will work.

Just when Ning Chen couldn't hold on and wanted to float up, he saw a thick fog not far below, which was very strange.

Suddenly to the spectacle, let Ning Chen heart curious, endure the pain in the body, sink again.

The tighter you lean on it, the clearer the fog will be. The dark gray whirlpool, which is about ten feet around, turns slowly. At the most central position, pieces of ice and snow like things begin to condense, which is extremely strange.

Ning Chen stretched out his hand to touch, but when he touched the outermost fog, he couldn't go further.

"What the hell"

a strange color flashed in Ning Chen's eyes. The fog was obviously different from the surrounding, and condensed from all sides to the center, which was amazing.

The pressure around is more and more big, Ning Chen dares not stay any longer, floats up quickly.

In heaven and earth, it's already late, and twilight still sits there waiting, ignoring everything else.

Soon after Ning Chen came up, the sea of fog began to sink, and soon disappeared into view.

When night falls, Ning Chen goes out to look for weak water. The land of the extreme East is too big. It's not possible to have a river in one or two days.

This night, Ning Chen also nothing, before dawn, back to the sea of fog.

Inside and outside the world, two people are like a parallel line, who all manage who, rather Chen is not dare, dusk white is not care.

In the heart of the sword, the sword is the only one, and the rest is unimportant.

In the daytime, Ning Chen had nothing else to do, so he sank into the sea of fog and watched the changes of the fog. His intuition told him that it must be not simple.

A warrior's intuition is like a woman's sixth sense. Sometimes, it's more important than anything.

The fog whirlpool is shrinking from ten feet to eight feet, and there are more and more solidifying parts in the center. It is obvious that the great whirlpool must have been amazing at the beginning, and now it is the last moment.

On the next seven days, Ning Chen went out to look for the trace of weak water at sunset. In the daytime, he sank to the bottom of the fog to watch the strange vision.

On the eighth day, when the vortex shrank to one foot, the speed slowed down abruptly, and the dark gray solid in the center gathered faster and faster, like ice crystals, growing rapidly.

Ning Chen eyes streamer flicker, there is no doubt that he found the thing.

It should be very soon before this thing is fully formed. He also wants to see what it will look like when it is formed.

After another three days, Ning Chen stopped for a night after searching most of the extreme East. He knew that the thing deep in the fog sea would grow completely tonight.

At the end of the heaven and the earth, mubai, who had been sitting still, stood up and looked at the chaotic sea of fog. His breath slowly woke up, just like a sharp sword coming out of its sheath. Even the heaven and the earth lost their color.

Ning Chen stands in the distance and looks awe inspiring as he looks at the sword coming out of the scabbard of the deserted city. If anyone has the most profound understanding of Kendo in the world, it must be twilight.

At this time, 3000 feet down, with the chaos of sunset ebb tide, the sea of fog rose violently, and soon appeared in front of them again.

Fog sea changes, thunder comes into the world, a terrible flash of thunder, the fog sea in front of all into thunder sea waves.

The next moment, dusk white moved, only a finger, in an instant, everything seemed to be still, an unspeakable sword light appeared, began to be very small, along with the forward, more and more powerful, finally, into a sword to cut the sky, suddenly a sword, cut off the thunder and fog sea.

In the distance, Ning Chen looks at the shocking sword. Is this the sword?

The way of sword is brilliant and intoxicating.In the past, he did not understand why so many sages had to prove their own way even though they had spent their whole lives. Today, when he saw the sword of twilight, he knew its infinite charm.

In the sea of fog, an apricot like dark gray ice crystal appears, perfect and intoxicating.

Ning Chen is not easy just suppress oneself to go up to rob of impulse, double eyes burning hot ground looking at this world unique treasure.

Far away, dusk white step, step by step in front of the fog sea ice crystal, hand wave, shock scattered its shape.

Ning Chen is stunned and doesn't know. So, isn't this the black sheep of the family.

"Wrong again"

with a sigh, Mu Bai waves the ice crystal back into the sea of fog, and then walks back to wait for the next birth.

Ning Chen is difficult to understand, looking at the evening white, strong courage quality asks a way, "evening white elder, you this is why?"

Twilight white light way, "I want to cast a sword, not a tree"

hear the answer, Ning Chen heart still distressed not, way, "sword to the extreme, not everything can be a sword?"

Mu Bai looks at the person in front of him like an idiot, and says slowly, "who taught you these bullshit? Sword is sword, and nothing can replace it"

Ning Chen really wants to say that it was written in previous books, but he swallows it back to his mouth.

"There are so many shapes in the world. When do you have to wait to meet a sword?" Ning Chen asked.

"Don't know" Mu Bai shakes his head and says, "maybe ten years, maybe a hundred years, maybe a thousand years, one day he will be able to wait until the chaos solidifies. There will be a moment when he is most vulnerable. This is also the only time to cast a sword. Unfortunately, several times in a row, he didn't wait for the desired shape.

Ning Chen doesn't know what to say. This kind of great perseverance is really unique in the world. Sitting here is to wait for a sword that doesn't know whether it will appear. It's incredible to think about it.

"Master mubai, I want to ask you, have you ever seen the weak water in the extreme east?" It's not easy to have a chance to speak. Ning Chen doesn't want to miss it and asks quickly.

Dusk white didn't wrinkle lightly. After thinking about it, he said, "it seems that there is. It's just that for a long time, I forgot where it is"

"

Ning Chen first is a joy, immediately and gas want to hit the wall, so he also want to continue aimlessly looking.

The extreme East is too big, and then at the end of the world, it's not surprising that weak water appears from anywhere.

"Master mubai, have you broken through the inborn?"

It's late at night. It's too late to go out and look for it. Ning Chen sits at the end of the world and asks a question that the whole world is guessing.

"Don't know" the evening white peaceful way.

“……”

Ning Chen is very helpless, such conversation is very difficult to continue.

"Master mubai, is my sword really bad?"

"Ugly" is the honest response of mubai.

“……”

"Master mubai, how about your three disciples' accomplishments on the sword compared with me?" Ning Chen asked bored.

"In addition to sword one, the other two are half as heavy as you," replied Mu Bai.

"It's snowing at dusk?" Ning Chen asks a way.

"She doesn't walk in kendo, sword is just a sharp weapon for her," said Mu Bai.

"Aren't you angry?"

"Everyone has his own way. She is not suitable for Kendo, so she can't help it"

This night, rather Chen asked a lot of questions, evening white also strange patience, one by one answer.

Maybe it's lonely for a long time, maybe it's nice to see him, Ning Chen can't say why, anyway, such an opportunity, I'm afraid it's only this time in my life, don't ask white don't ask.

In fact, his relationship with Huangcheng is not so good. Jianliuying killed him several times, and Jianer also fought with him. Even in the dusk, he is waiting for the day when he can kill him.

In addition to Jian Yi, who had never been able to meet each other, the descendants of the whole barren city basically fought with him once.

"Master mubai, have you ever hated Daxia?" Ning Chen coagulates the next mind, the right color asks a way.

"The change of dynasties is inevitable. Why hate?" asked Mu Bai.

Ning Chen is asked to live, these big principles, who all know, can really happen in their own body, who can be calm.

The dawn of the East is about to shine. Ning Chen gets up and goes to the sea of fog.

"You can't see the light?" For the first time, twilight white asks.

"En" rather Chen ordered to nod, should way.

"Have you ever regretted it?" Dusk white calm way.

"No" Ning Chen shakes his head and says.

"You have the right to use the sword"

with that, mubai stops talking and sits at the end of the world, waiting for the next incarnation.

Ning Chen is promised to practice his sword in the sea of fog. Now his body can't practice, but only practice his sword.

The light of the ink sword flashed in the sea of fog. One move, merciless and cold, brought out fierce killing lights.The surrounding fog sea was driven by the sword light and turned violently.

All of a sudden, twilight white raised his hand, the heaven and earth suddenly settled down, a sword appeared face to face, and it was in front of him in an instant.

Ning Chen is startled, want to hide, but feel the body doesn't listen, can't move.

At the moment when the sword touched the body, it all dissipated. Ning Chen's imprisonment disappeared, and his cold sweat was flowing.

Just now, he really felt the breath of death, so close.

"Thank you for your advice"

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