Douluo Continent

"The battle at the top of the Forbidden City is over."

The system prompt sounded, and Yuan Fuyu recovered from his daze. He had just been completely immersed in the battle between the two and grieved at Ye Gucheng's death in the end.

But they are no longer the sword gods they used to be. Ye Gucheng, who was deceived by power and was known as the most beautiful sword in the world, "a sword coming from the west, flying immortals from the sky", was killed by the Piaoxue Sword.

However, the swing of Piaoxue Sword was no longer smooth. The sword god fell in love with a mortal woman, and his sword became bound.However, even with such a sword, I still move forward bravely for the sake of justice in the world and for the love in my heart.

Ye Gucheng, who was confused by power, was defeated by the sword of Ximen Chuixue, who was trapped by love. Doesn't this mean that love is above the secular world and has made the sword god Yixiao an unparalleled youth?

"Next, Yan Shisan has a decisive battle with the third young master."

Yuan Fuyu's eyesight went dark and he appeared in a small wooden house.

The night is getting deeper and the moon is full.

Although they are in different places, it is the same bright moon. Although they are different people, they sometimes have the same mood.

There is a river flowing under the moon, and there is a small boat on the river.

There is a fire, a pot of tea, and a lonely old man at the head of the boat.

The old man had a wooden stick and a knife in his hand - a four-foot-long wooden stick and a seven-inch-long knife.

The old man is using this knife to slowly peel the stick.

──What does he want to shape this stick into? Does he want to shape it into a sword?

The blade is extremely fast and the knife in his hand is extremely stable.No one could imagine that such an aging person would have such a pair of stable hands.

The wooden stick was gradually whittled into shape, and it turned out to be the shape of a sword.

The four-foot-long wooden stick was whittled into a three-foot-seven-inch sword, with a sword and a blade.

The old man stroked the edge of the sword gently, and the fire flashed on his face, with a strange expression on his face.

Yuan Fuyu couldn't see that it was excitement?Is it sadness?Still feeling?In fact, if Yuan Fuyu could see his eyes, Yuan Fuyu would see that he was just missing him.

I miss the past years that were full of joy and excitement, but also full of pain and sadness.He held the hilt of the sword and stood up slowly.

The tip of the sword was hanging down, but his rickety body suddenly straightened up.He stood up completely, and at this moment, his whole person changed.

This change was like a sharp sword in a worn leather sheath that was suddenly pulled out and glowed.

So are his people.At this moment, his person seemed to glow.This light made him suddenly become alive, making him look at least 20 years younger.

──How can a person completely change just because he has a wooden sword in his hand?

──Is this because he is a shining person? The river flows and the boat floats on the water.

But his men were like nails nailed to the bow of the ship. He stared at the sword in his hand and stabbed it out with a light stroke.

The sword was whittled from peach wood, dark and clumsy.But when the sword was thrust out, the sword seemed to change, becoming radiant and alive.

He has injected the power of his life into this wooden sword.A sword stabbed out lightly, without any change.But the change came suddenly, as naturally as flowing water.

The sword in his hand is like the ax in Lu Ban's hand, and the pen in Xi Zhi's hand. It not only has life, but also has aura.

He made an understatement and waved the dust as he wished, and in an instant he had thrust out thirteen swords.The sword technique was originally flowing lightly, just like the river water, but after the thirteen swords were thrust out, the river seemed to suddenly have murderous intent, and the world seemed to have murderous intent.

No. 13 The sword thrust out, and all changes seemed to have been exhausted, and it seemed as if the flowing water had come to an end.

His sword movement also slowed down, very slowly.

Although it was slow, it was still changing, and suddenly a sword was swung out, out of bounds and out of order.But this sword is like Wu Daozi's finishing touch, although empty, it is the hub of all transformations.

Then he thrust out his No. 14 sword.The sword aura and murderous aura on the river were very heavy, as if the sky was covered with dark clouds.When the sword was thrust out, all the dark clouds in the sky were suddenly pushed aside, revealing the sunshine.

It is not the kind of warm sunshine, but the scorching sun that shines with gold and stone, and the sunset is as red as blood.With this sword thrust out, all the changes have really come to an end. The water that had already reached its end now seems to have completely dried up.His strength was exhausted.

Yuan Fuyu's pupils shrank as he looked at the lightning strike. Yan Shisan's No. 14 sword contained such murderous intent that Yuan Fuyu thought he could not do it.

But at this moment, the tip of the sword suddenly vibrated strangely again.The tip of the sword was pointed at the fire at an angle, but when it vibrated, the fire suddenly went out!Although the sword edge was vibrating, everything that was originally moving suddenly stopped.Absolute stillness.Even the canoe that had been rocking on the river was completely still.Even the water flowing under the boat seemed to have stopped.

There are no words to describe this situation, only one word, a very simple word - death!

No change, no vitality!This sword brings only death!

Only "death" is the end of everything, the real end!

──The water dries up, changes are exhausted, life ends, and all things perish!

This is the real essence of "Thirteen Deadly Swords"!This is the real fatal sword!

This sword is already the No. 15 sword! With a "pop" sound, the wooden sword was overwhelmed and broke!

Yuan Fuyu was completely shocked. This set of swordsmanship was profound and subtle. This 15th change was like...like...a flower.

Yuan Fuyu's eyes were shining because he finally thought of an appropriate metaphor.

The previous Thirteen Swords are just the roots of the flower, and the No.14 Sword is just some branches and leaves. The flowers will not bloom until there are No.15 changes. His No.15 Sword, are the real flowers.

Of course, good flowers must be supported by green leaves and have roots to grow, but if the flowers don't open, the flower cannot be considered a flower at all.

The same goes for the Thirteen Deadly Swords. Without Sword No. 15, this set of swordsmanship would be completely worthless.

The river flows again and the boat floats again.But he still stood there motionless, sweating profusely and soaking his clothes.

He had a very strange expression on his face, maybe he was surprised?Is it joy?Still fear!

A kind of fear that humans have towards forces that they cannot predict and cannot control!Only he knows that this sword was not created by him.

No one can create this sword at all, no one can understand the emergence of changes in this sword, just like "death" itself, no one can understand and no one can predict it.No one can control this power of change.

The land was dark.He stood there in the darkness, his whole body seemed to be shaking, trembling with fear.

Why is he afraid?Did he know that even he could no longer control this sword?

Suddenly a long sigh came from the river, and a person sighed and said: "Why didn't the ghosts cry? Why didn't the gods shed tears?"

Another boat appeared on the river. It looked like a boat on Yanyu Lake.The lights on the boat were bright, and there was a game of chess, a pot of wine, a piano, a book, and a black stone under the lamp.

Whetstone!