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"It was my fault that I put you under the supernatural tree and made you unable to escape in this life." Xian Jianchen said, "I shouldn't have spared your life."

He stood alone at the end of the continent, surrounded by white and cold fog.

The sun and the moon are not seen between the sky and the earth, and the five fingers are not seen when you stretch out your hand.

The only answer to him was an extremely hoarse voice, coming from nowhere, like a dead tree being blown by wind and sand:

"200 years, Xian Jianchen, you have kept me here for 200 years, I always wanted to see you again, don't you want to see me? Don't you want to catch up with me?"

The usual smile on Xian Jianchen's face disappeared, and the casual sense of burnout also disappeared.

His eyes were cold and his back was straight.

"What else can we talk about between you and me?" Xian Jianchen opened his arms, and the black cloak rolled like a sea tide, covering the sky and the sun, "Open!"

The ground trembled, as if being run over by a giant ship.

A forest of swords rose from the ground, dense with thousands of swords.

"I will open the seal today and let you out. There are many swords here, you choose one and cut it yourself."

Xian Jianchen's voice echoed over the sword forest.

The hoarse voice seemed to be regretful: "Xian Jianchen, you shouldn't have opened the realm."

……

Any corner of the world, regardless of whether they are in the snow field or whether there is a passage in the sky above their heads, has seen this "meteor shower".

Countless sword shadows crossed the sky, leaving behind brilliant and magnificent trails, brighter than meteors.

36 counties on four continents, islands in the sea, all the monks looked towards the end of the mainland, and realized one thing in unison:

"The Sword God has released his sword!"

Ordinary people regard it as a beautiful shooting star, exclaiming again and again, children are still ignorant, and dance happily.

The higher the cultivator's cultivation level, the more his heart trembles when he observes the shadow of the sword, as if facing the might of the sword directly, shrouded in a terrifying shadow between life and death:

"It turns out that people can be so powerful that there is still a difference between the gods and the gods."

"Isn't that person injured? How can he use such a sword?"

"He must have reached the end of the continent, got back his natal sword, and became invincible again!"

"But what kind of enemy is worthy of his sword?"

Song Qianji recalled Qijueqin.The eight swords left to him by Xian Jianchen flew out and surrounded him, glowing with various brilliance, humming together with the shadows of the swords all over the sky.

"Let's go, take me to find him." Song Qianji patted Wuyingjian.

The Shadowless Sword moved in response to the sound, came to his feet, and turned into a stream of light.

From now on, the road is smooth and there are no obstacles.

The Wuying Sword is like a stupefied green man, rushing into the vast white mist at the end of the continent.

The ominous premonition in Song Qianji's heart was getting deeper and deeper.Seeing a black figure from afar, he jumped off the Shadowless Sword: "Xian Jian—"

That person turned around, his appearance was very similar to Xian Jianchen, and his height was also the same.

However, the cheeks are slightly sunken, and the figure is excessively thin.

He was also wearing a black dress, but it seemed to have been dusty for many years, covered with dust, and the hem of the clothes was a little torn.

Song Qianji looked at the person in front of him, his blood went cold.He stood stiffly, as if he had been frozen into an ice sculpture in an instant.

The voice is still calm: "Who are you? Why do you always turn into someone else? Have you forgotten who you are!"

Xian Jianchen made the strongest strike, yet this person can still stand here...

Could it be that this battle is over and the outcome has already been decided?

Is he late?

"Song Qianji, you have killed me so many times, but you still don't know who I am. Have you seen clearly? This is what I am." The person in front of him lowered his eyes, and his face, which was extremely similar to Xian Jianchen, showed a peaceful and compassionate expression. Smiling, there seemed to be pity in his eyes, "Go, say goodbye to him."

After that, he turned his back and stepped out of the way.

When Song Qianji saw the real Xian Jianchen, he felt dizzy and absurd for a moment.

The person who was quarreling with him just now, after parting not long ago, met again with this appearance

——Xian Jianchen sat in meditation, his whole body was shrouded in gray and black death energy.

A huge blood hole was pierced in his chest, and a broken sword was inserted impressively.

The broken sword has no hilt, the tip of the sword is three inches into the chest, and the body of the sword is exposed for a foot, with intricate patterns on it, like a hundred flowers blooming.

Blood trickled down from the broken part of the sword body, forming a stream.

When Xian Jianchen heard the movement, he barely raised his lowered eyes, saw Song Qianji and cursed:

"Damn, this deity is most afraid of this kind of scene. Hey, boy, you are not going to cry, are you?"

"So you really only have one sword." Song Qianji gritted his teeth, held his hand and asked, "Why didn't you wait for me?"

He didn't make a move all the way, not playing temper or tempering his successors deliberately, so that these god soldiers with different tempers can be surrendered as soon as possible.

He really only has one sword left.

Song Qianji opened his mouth, but made no sound.Xian Jianchen's hands were very cold, colder than the thousand-year-old ice in the snow field.

Suddenly, the silver whale of the Dead Sea, the purple smoke of the Ziyun Temple, the raging fire of the Bailong River, and many chaotic colorful fragments all passed before his eyes.

Along the way, they snatched pillows, tea, and swords. They disliked each other and tested each other. Finally, they told the story of learning scriptures from the west and marched into the snowfield with great singing.

Xian Jianchen asked: "What are you waiting for? The three of you have a game of Ascension Chess? Let's see who will ascend first?"

"It's this time, can't you say something human?" Song Qianji took a deep breath, maintaining a calm expression, "It's okay, it's okay, I still have the Immortal Spring."

While convincing himself, he summoned a clean bottle from the Purple Mansion, but Xian Jianchen held his hand: "Your Immortal Spring is useless to me. Look at this sword, it is my natal sword. I am controlled by my natal sword." Injured by a sword, there is no cure for it. I should have died 200 years ago."

Song Qianji drank in a low voice: "Shut up, adjust your breath with luck!"

Xian Jianchen laughed softly, touched the wound, and vomited blood: "Don't move, I have something to tell you."

Song Qianji didn't dare to move again: "Okay, tell me."

"My original name was Xian Chen, and the word 'jian' in the middle was added by myself after I practiced swords. My younger brother is called Xian Jie. Two brothers, fate is like dust, good name. Oh, my younger brother is the one you saw just now .Don't blame me for not trusting people, I have been deceived by him too many times."

His eyes glanced at Song Qianji, as if falling on the source of the rolling river of time, returning to the dusty memory of many years:

"When we were young, our two brothers depended on each other for life. The bad days were not too bad. When I met a casual cultivator who came to the village to settle down, I learned a few skills. Huaweizong, the elder said that he has no talent and can only enter the outer door. I hid the spiritual root and accompanied him to the outer door. I can learn by myself by reading the classics, so I taught him when I learned it. But his spiritual root is weak and weak. Competitive and always get bullied where I can't see."

Song Qianji's mouth was full of bitterness. He knew very well what the Huawei Sect's outer sect was like in the past.

"After the matter of hiding the spiritual root was exposed, many elders wanted to accept me as an apprentice, and they fought over it. I put forward a condition, whoever is willing to accept my younger brother into the inner sect, I will worship whoever is willing to be a teacher. Who knows This incident caused other disciples to be jealous, and then caused many misunderstandings, which made him turn against me and escape from Huawei Sect."

"Huawei Sect wanted to hunt him down for the crime of treason, so I was naturally not happy, so I simply left the sect and did a casual cultivator, looking for his whereabouts everywhere. My journey was smooth and smooth, and I encountered many adventures. Breaking through the world. This part, how do you say it looks a bit like you?"

Xian Jianchen smacked his lips.Song Qianji knew that he was teasing himself deliberately, so he forced a smile: "I have thousands of canals, who is wandering around like you."

"It's great to have thousands of canals, huh?" Xian Jianchen snorted softly, "Let's continue talking about our brother. He fled to the West Sea to study the evil and heretic skills, and when he accomplished his evil skills, it happened to coincide with my trip to the West Sea. He sucked I bumped into me when I was in power, and I beat me into a cripple with the newly acquired 'water-covering sword', and forcibly dissipated all my power. Yes, it is the sword next to you. I think you already know that this sword has a strange temper, and I want others to see it. Blood, I have to pay my own blood first... I took him to the Demon Pagoda of Hongye Temple, and chanted scriptures every day to wash away his hostility. Unexpectedly, it took only 100 years for him to cultivate a righteous fruit, from a sinner to a respected by everyone. The master of preaching scriptures. He broke out of the temple and hosted a banquet for Huaweizong, and invited my wife and I to attend the meeting."

"At that time, I was already the youngest person in the realm of transforming spirits in the world. I felt that the heights were too cold, and it was the time of my newlyweds, so I wanted to retire. My wife and I agreed to leave the cultivation world hand in hand after this banquet is over. Ask about the world."

When Xian Jianchen said this, his voice gradually became low.

Song Qianji listened silently, and swords, lights and swords flashed before his eyes.

The young and frivolous sword god and his newly married wife, the host who hides his sword in his smile, the guests who have their own ghosts, the younger brother who "reformed from evil and turned to righteousness", and there is no good banquet.

It's hard to imagine what kind of mood Xian Jianchen was in when he went to the appointment. The guests and hostess had a good time at the wine table. The younger brother even told his wife that he had made a big mistake, thanks to his elder brother who gave him a chance to repent.

Then the two brothers drank wine and chatted about childhood fun, the time when teenagers depended on each other.

Until he was very drunk.

Fine wine becomes poisonous wine, and congratulatory guests become feuding enemies.

His wife was controlled by evil forces and lost her sanity. She pulled out the natal sword from his waist and pierced it into his heart.

The younger brother slapped the table and laughed loudly, crying tears in front of his eyes.

As soon as Xian Jianchen grasped the blade, he snapped the natal sword.

Holding a half-cut sword, he was seriously injured and pursued all the way.Xian Jie fled all the way until the end of the mainland.

After all, he failed to kill, and sealed the blood relatives under the supernatural tree with the broken natal sword.

Then Xian Jianchen brought the Broken Sword that pierced through his heart into the Zifu, and returned to Huawei Sect like a normal person, to clean up the mess and take care of the funeral.

He casually appointed a living person who dared to speak to be the new head, who was later Master Xuyun.

From then on, his natal sword broke, and half of it was stuck in his heart. He had to endure the severe pain in his heart from time to time, and watched him go from being the strongest in the world to being weak.

The other half stayed under the superstar tree and became an indestructible seal, suppressing his blood relatives who depended on each other and turned against each other.

When he opened the realm in the Zifu and released the forest of ten thousand swords, it meant that he would also draw the natal sword out of the Zifu.

He must die.

"Didn't you always want to know this? Why this expression?" Xian Jianchen laughed.

"I'd rather not know." Song Qianji said.

Xian Jianchen waved his sleeves, and summoned a dull, rusty long sword: "This is the last sword, and this sword is called 'Going Alone'. It is a pair of yin and yang swords with Fushui, and it has to be conquered first. Only the water-covering sword can be used by you. You have learned all my swords, and you will have to walk alone in the future."

Song Qianji's eyes were red, and at some point he bit the tip of his tongue and tasted the blood in his mouth: "How did you become a master, I only know a little about your sword, why are you leaving alone?"

The nine-handed sword hummed and trembled, as if screaming.

"When I was invincible, you refused to call me master. I was at the end of my way, but you became my apprentice instead. How could there be such a stupid monk like you in the world."

Song Qianji shook his head: "I'm not a monk, I'm just a farmer."

"It's good to be a farmer. If there is an afterlife, I will also be a farmer." Xian Jianchen laughed, "This deity is not related to each other in this life. Wife, there is no destiny; brother, the same room fights each other. Before dying, there is an apprentice to die, Really, very good. Thank you, otherwise I would be a little lonely."

No matter how hard Song Qianji could restrain it, a burst of heat welled up in his eyes.

This person has been alone for hundreds of years. He has no friends but enemies. You think he looks down on everyone, and the last thing he needs is relatives, friends, care and understanding. It turns out that he will be afraid of loneliness at the end of his life.

"Walking alone in a thousand mountains, who will I go to with only a shadow..." Xian Jianchen murmured, his body began to shatter rapidly from the fingertips, turning into passing dust, "I went to be a teacher."

Song Qianji reached out to grab it, but only caught a handful of fly ash.

"Dang!"

The half-cut sword fell to the ground.