Calamity Crown

He is in heaven.

His cannon will frighten all common people.

And those who could threaten him?

Compromise eventually.

Just like back then.

Ok?

Just when Zhao Shan was thinking about his enthronement, he suddenly saw a figure in the panicked crowd going retrograde.

Yes, female swordsman.

Going towards Goethe.

"Tsk tsk, this is love."

"It really touched me."

"Come on, if you go faster, you can die with the man you love."

Zhao Shan applauded lightly, looking like cheering.

But the malice in his eyes became more and more obvious.

He took over the communications again.

"Goethe, my brother has good news for you. Your woman, Li Yuan, is coming to you—I have to say that you are the same as your ancestor Zhao Jingjue."

"They're all very feminine."

"Of course, most of the women who have a relationship with you have a miserable end."

"Zhao Jingjue needless to say, that guy is simply horrible."

"However, you still have a chance—"

Zhao Shan deliberately elongated his tone.

"what chance?"

Goethe asked very cooperatively.

"Your Majesty!"

"Kneel down and beg me for mercy!"

"As long as you kneel down and beg me for mercy, I will let your woman go!"

The malice in Zhao Shan's eyes is not just strong.

At this moment, it is more like reality.

Whether Goethe kneels or not, he will never let the female swordsman go.

But if Goethe knelt down, that would be great. He is very aware of the irrationality of the people at this time. He just needs to "kneel down to save your woman, but what about the other innocent people you have implicated" - he Just saying something like this is enough to make Goethe completely divided into the opposite by irrational people.

What if Goethe doesn't kneel?

That's fine too.

Facing Goethe who refused to save her, what would the female swordsman think?

You know, she was desperately rushing towards the airport.

Therefore, whether Goethe kneels or not, he is the winner.

He, Zhao Shan, is a winner every time.

But when Zhao Shan was looking at Goethe expectantly, admiring Goethe's dying struggle accurately, the female swordsman shouted——

"Don't kneel!"

With a cry, the speed of the female swordsman increased by a point.

Her eyes were full of anxiety.

Holding the long knife in her hand, she could clearly perceive Zhao Shan's malice.

Even, she could guess what Zhao Shan wanted to do.

In fact, what she wants to do most now is to kill Zhao Shan.

But she can't.

The opponent is too far away.

It was so far away that her knife could not cut it at all.

Therefore, all she can do now is to come to Goethe and die with Goethe—she never thought about who she would die with, but Goethe appeared.

She is willing.

When did you have such a will?

Is it because Goethe has her favorite juice in the refrigerator?

Is it the serious nonsense, discussing sword and stick skills with her?

When they were still having nothing to do, the two clasped their fingers when they were strolling.

Both.

Neither.

The female swordsman only knows that she doesn't know when she started, her mind is full of Goethe's shadow, just like drinking water and eating in life, seemingly ordinary, but indispensable.

'The world is bitter, only you are strawberry flavor'!

These words resurfaced in the female swordsman's mind again.

Goethe is like this.

So is she.

hum!

The knife in the female swordsman's hand trembled again, and her speed became even faster. The 'ultimate power' she had just mastered was climbing the realm at an unimaginable speed for ordinary people.

It's just realm, not strength.

But it was enough for the female swordsman to open the door that ordinary people couldn't open at all.

She saw new realms.

If you are more than love, you can be more than sword.

The knife is straight, it will not lie.

The "Ba Dao" knife manual, on the surface, is: "A ruthless and ruthless cut with a single knife, there is love and righteousness without corpses"!

The core is: true love and sex, alluring with one knife.

But the real mystery is——

Love!

'Daoxie' loves his wife to create the 'Badao', driving the knife with hatred, making the knife invincible, but under the hatred, there is a love that is as painful as the skin.

It is the pain after loss.

The female swordsman at this moment feels that she is about to lose Goethe.

In an instant, it conformed to the real sword intent of 'Sword Evil'.

At this moment, she peeped into the profound meaning of 'Ba Dao'.

And let her-

Man and knife united!

hum!

The blade hummed, and the light of the blade flickered.

The female swordsman appeared beside Goethe like a flash of light.

"Man and knife unite!"

Xuan Bei and Ling Xiaozi were startled.

Then his face was full of darkness.

The unity of man and sword is an unattainable realm for fighters. It is the same as 'Unity of man and sword', 'Unity of man and stick', etc. They are all realms that fighters can only achieve after they have tapped their hearts.

With such a realm, it is equivalent to stepping into the "power of the universe" with certainty.

Just accumulate enough.

Just step in smoothly.

It can be said that people who can touch their hearts are geniuses.

Coupled with the age of the female swordsman, it is not an exaggeration to say that she is a peerless genius.

But what use is such a genius facing Zhao Shan's "rail gun"?

Just one more dead soul.

Rather than...

The old monk and the old Taoist looked at each other.

The two had an idea at the same time.

Can you send the female swordsman away?

Keep a tinder for them.

Zhao Shan guessed what the old monk and Taoist were thinking.

"Xuan Bei, Ling Xiaozi, I advise you not to move, otherwise, I will flatten 'Dalin Temple' and 'Taiyi Mountain'."

In the threatening words, Zhao Shan's face was full of sternness.

Zhao Shan was also very surprised that the female swordsman was able to succeed in persuading her heart and reaching the state of "integration of human and sword". Zhao Shan didn't care about the reserve of "Power of the Great Universe".

What he cared about was the talent and age of the female swordsman.

Less than 20 years old, the talent for success...

It's really scary!

The female swordsman must die!

Almost instantly, Zhao Shan put the female swordsman and Goethe side by side.

All must be killed!

"Ha, 'Taiyi Mountain', you can flatten it if you want. Anyway, the old man will probably die, so I don't have to listen to the nagging of my disciples and grandchildren. Instead, I have to consider the nagging of my ancestors—"

"Why didn't you discover you, a wolf-hearted bastard earlier."

As the old Taoist talked, he pointed at the sky and began to curse.

The old monk smiled and clasped his hands together.

"Amitabha."

"People are just stinky skins, if they are gone, they will be gone."

"If there is no fate in this life, then the next life will be."

"All karma...the poor monk is willing to bear it."

The smiling old monk spoke words that made Zhao Shan frowned, while the old Taoist laughed hahaha.

"Old bald donkey, I will carry half of it for you."

"Two brothers in the first life, we will meet in the next life, remember to remind me, bald donkey."

The old Taoist said, luck waved.

The black and white Taiji diagram appears in the hand.

"Don't worry, the one who loves to eat without hair is me."