Chapter 983

Purple Osmunda star domain, three Shenyang, over the mainland, the hall of Yama out, looking at the changing starry sky, look with emotion.

I thought that if the magic palace was destroyed, peace would be restored in the world. I didn't expect that a greater disaster would come later, and the whole world would be in chaos.

"Let's say goodbye"

before the God forbids, Yi Xuanmiao raises his hand, takes off the mask of evil on his face, looks at the hell in each hall, and calms down.

Today's situation, hell is no longer suitable for the world, they need to go back to their own path.

"See you later"

Yan Luo took off his mask, showed his familiar faces, said goodbye to each other, and then left in different directions.

"Mu Shi Niang"

yin'er looks at the woman beside her and says, "where are we going?"

"Looking for your master"

mu Chengxue answered calmly, looked into the direction of the boundary and said.

At the same time, on Shenji peak, the red maple was falling, and the sky was red. After kneeling for three years, aman slowly got up. At this moment, nine days above, blood clouds gathered, and great calamities came to test the martial arts practitioners.

Aman looked at the sky. He held it with his left hand. In front of him, Zixiao sword trembled. In an instant, Zixiao came out of its sheath, and the sun was shining.

Linglong heart, Linglong sword, facing the world's first disaster, sword breath diffuse, not afraid.

"What's this?"

At this moment, all sides of the starry sky, a strong man of the fourth frontier of an alien race, felt that they were looking to the direction of Shenji peak.

The fourth realm, and it's human breath.

Is there a fourth realm in the Terran?

Jinxi City, Xiaoyue, on the second floor of Chang'an, the owner of Xiaoyue, dressed in a silver cloak, stands in front of the window and looks at Shenji peak in the distance. His eyes flash with emotion.

Shenji, your descendants didn't let you down. You can rest assured in nine days.

A hundred years ago, the Zhiming Marquis from the realm opened up the ancient battlefield, and the origin of heaven and earth was supplemented. A hundred years later, the first person to enter the fourth realm was also a person in the realm. I have to say that the person who came out of the nether world was really impressive.

The result of planting is that the efforts made by Zhiming Hou are rewarded.

Within the boundary, in the land of China, in the mountains stretching thousands of miles, the figure in plain clothes who re carries the sword is completely isolated from the world, returns to the world, and realizes the essence of the sword.

The autumn wind is bleak and the fallen leaves are colorful. In the falling autumn leaves, you can dance a sword in plain clothes, which is as graceful as a swan and as graceful as a dragon. The sword is singing softly and the sound is earth shaking.

In the first year, one chop, one stroke, one stab, simple, a thousand tempering.

All over the sky, the fallen leaves are cut by the edge of the sword, without any drag. The simple sword is simple and unadorned, without any impurities.

Take off the heavy burden and return to the beginning. Pure sword looks no different from ordinary swordsmen. Fighting for the sword is the world's sword art.

Day by day, day and night, the plain clothes in the wind seem to be tireless, waving their swords wantonly.

The sound on the sword is longing, nostalgia and gratitude for lifting the sword again.

In front of the waterfall, Prince Yan quietly looked at the sword dancing in front of him. In his eyes, there was a little joy.

A hundred years ago, when Daxia was in danger, the young man held up his sword in order to protect Daxia. Although the sword developed rapidly, it was too heavy and mottled.

One hundred years later, in the turbulent times of the hundred ethnic groups, the young men of the past have grown up, but the world is not able to be supported by young people.

Shenzhou is still the original Shenzhou, but now it needs more powerful guardians.

If he wants to continue to protect the people he cherishes, his sword must be strong enough to touch the kings and emperors of all ethnic groups.

However, before that, he must learn to put down all the burdens.

Autumn to winter, heavy snow, the waterfall gradually frozen, hanging upside down like a mirror, beautiful people intoxicated.

In front of the waterfall, snowflakes are flying. The sword of the swordsman is even more fierce. His figure is like magic, and his sword spirit is like frost.

The sword dancing all over the sky, crisscross in the snow, the sword into the waterfall, cut a smooth fracture, this year, learn the sword in detail, move ordinary.

In the second year, the spring and Autumn period was fleeting, and the sword was strong. In heaven and earth, the sound of the sword was like thunder, which made people tremble.

The birds flew into the forest. When they were frightened, they immediately flew into the sky. The amazing sound of swords became more and more harsh. The sky and the earth trembled and the mountains and rivers shook.

In the winter of the second year, the sound of swords stopped gradually, the thunder stopped in winter, and the birds and animals returned to their nests.

The third year

The fourth year

Year by year, time goes by so fast that the sword in the hand of the swordsman is faster and faster. Gradually, he can't see clearly.

In the tenth year, the swordsman's body shape gradually eased down, and his sword sense also narrowed down. His sword moves were changeable, and he seemed to forget what he had learned in the past ten years.

In front of the waterfall, in the sword stand beside Prince Yan, the green sword trembles. Feeling the sword in front of him, he asks for his order to get out of the scabbard.

Feeling the breath of the green sword, Prince Yan's eyes moved and said calmly, "wait, it's not time."The sound of the sword stopped and calmed down.

In the 13th year, when the sword moved, there was no sound. Although the sword moved, it seemed to be hidden between heaven and earth. In the whole mountains, there was no movement except the sound of waterfalls and the roar of birds and animals.

In this year, the green sword was once again subdued by Prince Yan.

In the 15th year, when all things are in spring, all things open up, and the waterfall falls down, deafening.

I was surprised to see plain clothes passing by, a sword waving, the sky waterfall against the current, straight to nine days.

In this year, the swordsman's body was surrounded by sword breath. He thought about the heart of the swordsman, but the swordsman still couldn't hear.

In the 18th year, three years later, the breath of the sword permeates the whole mountains and rivers. The swordsman seems to feel the slightest. When dancing the sword, he is always at a loss in his eyes. He can't hear clearly and doesn't know the way.

A hundred years ago, he couldn't hear the rest of the sword because his heart was too chaotic. Now, this opportunity is placed in front of him again. Whether he can grasp it or not depends on his own nature.

One year, two years. From this year on, Ning Chen's face became more and more confused. He forgot the past and was absorbed in the sword.

Before I knew it, it was five years. In the 23rd year, the green mountains had changed, and there were fierce animals galloping among the mountains and rivers.

However, no beast dares to approach the waterfall. The sword breath between heaven and earth is more and more powerful, just like a natural barrier, which keeps all animals away.

"Ten years"

Prince Yan looked at the sword breath of the former, and his eyes became more and more intense. From the 15th year, he could feel the breath of the sword, but after ten years, he still couldn't really hear it clearly.

Compared with aman, his qualifications are quite different, but this is his only chance. If he misses it, his 25 years of hard work will be in vain.

In practice, he lacks too much talent. The only thing he is good at is the sword. If he can't reach the extreme in the way of sword, he will never enter the fourth realm in the future.

In the winter of the 28th year, in front of the great waterfall, the figure in plain clothes stopped gradually and looked at the waterfall in front. One stop was the whole winter.

Not far away, Prince Yan quietly looked at the young man in front of him. He sighed in his heart that martial arts and kendo are indispensable after all. Thirteen years, it's too long.

In the distance, the squeaking sound of the wheelchair pressing over the withered branches rings. In the drifting snow, a girl with bright eyes and white teeth appears. Sitting in the wheelchair, she looks calm and quiet, just like a goddess, not like a woman in the world of mortals.

Beside the girl, a figure in white quietly followed her. Her face was pretty and scholar like, and her breath was introverted, which made people not feel the slightest breath of martial arts.

In front of the waterfall, Prince Yan felt the two people coming from afar. His eyes moved and he said calmly, "just a moment."

"Twenty eight years ago, in today's troubled times, the whole world needs the power of Mr. Wang to frighten them. I hope the overall situation of Mr. Wang is the most important."

In the wheelchair, peacock looks at the king in front and says.

"Just a moment"

Prince Yan was not moved and said again.

When the peacock heard the words, the willow eyebrows wrinkled slightly and said, "Sir, it has been 28 years. You should know clearly in your heart that this matter has already become a foregone conclusion. Please make a decision as soon as possible."

"I said, just a moment!"

In front of the waterfall, Prince Yan's eyes flashed with a cold voice.

The king was angry, the wind and snow all over the sky suddenly stopped, and the whole world was frozen.

A moment later, the wind and snow drifted away again, and heaven and earth recovered as before, as if nothing had happened.

Beside the wheelchair, the young man, Xiaobai, with a slightly coagulating look, reaches out and presses the peacock's shoulder to stop it from going on.

"Brother Yan, how long will it take?"

Childe Xiaobai looked at the king in front and asked.

Prince Yan's eyes moved and looked at the young figure in front of the waterfall. After a long time, a touch of emotion appeared in his eyes and said, "three months."

"OK"

Xiaobai nodded and said, "then we'll wait another three months."

In the wheelchair, peacock also moved her eyes and quietly stared at the figure in front of the waterfall. There was no prejudice or abnormality in her beautiful eyes.

She knows enough about this person to break through the obstacles and stand on the peak of human martial arts. Such a will is really rare.

She gives him enough respect, but that doesn't mean she recognizes him.

Talent, effort and achievement are not equal in many cases. If he does not enter the fourth stage, he will not be qualified to stand in the troubled times. Although cruel, this is the reality.

In front of the waterfall, Xiaobai stepped forward step by step, stood beside the king, looked at the front, and said, "is this person so important to you?"

Prince Yan did not speak. However, his speechless attitude has shown everything.

"Brother Yan, you should know that in today's turbulent times, there are many strong people. Every moment of delay, the troubles are more serious. Compared with the common people in the world, sometimes, the gains and losses of one person are no longer important." Young master, Xiaobai said.Prince Yan looked back at the people around him and said calmly, "I don't know how the world is. The reason why I promise to help you is that you help the people in the world. However, there are exceptions to everything. This person is the exception. Compared with him, the safety of the world is not worth mentioning!"

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