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The man in black robe was not angry but smiled, but his laughter was a bit unpleasant and unusually hoarse, as if there was something missing inside his throat.
"Haha, there are many kinds of swords just like people.
There is an upright sword, and there is a dark and treacherous sword. There is no distinction between high and low, right or wrong. "
The man in black robe held out his left hand, holding it empty, and as the black energy lingered, a long sword filled with mist appeared in his hand.
He stroked his sword and said calmly:
"Every swordsman has an amazing talent, but for so many years, you haven't even awakened your own sword, which is a bit disappointing."
"What does it have to do with you?" Zhao Wujiang's eyes were cold. He knew that the sword the black-robed man was talking about was probably the Tianjing in his body, but the Tianjing had been integrated with his spine, so there was no way he could pull it out, right?
But the next words from the man in black robe shocked him so much that he couldn't calm down at all.
Just listen to the man in black robe say in a deep voice:
"Zhao Wujiang, do you want to know Zhao Changyuan's current situation?"
Zhao Wujiang's heart was filled with overwhelming murderous intent, and the golden light in his eyes had condensed into a galaxy.
"Hehehe..." The man in black robe laughed like a night owl crying:
"Then you can't lose!"
"Zhao Wujiang, first you have to wake up your sword!" The man in black robe continued:
"Only by holding the sword in your own hands can you cut through the fog you are in!
I have sent the sword furnace to you, why are you so slow to move!
Do we really want to wait until the sword master comes out of seclusion to take you back by force? "
"She is a human being, not a sword furnace, and I am not a sword attendant!" Zhao Wujiang's eyebrows were cold. The man in black robe in front of him behaved strangely. He could not tell whether he was an enemy or a friend. It was impossible for him to believe whatever the man in black robe said.
"Women's kindness, if you don't move, one day she will be pierced by the sword's energy and die without a whole body!
If you don't move, you will be captured by the sword master and trapped in the sword tomb!
And Zhao Changyuan will never see the light of day again! "
The man in black robe's voice became hoarse, as if he hated the iron.
"Who are you?" Zhao Wujiang's eyes were burning with anger as he stared at the man in black robe.
Jia 23 and Jia 19 were overwhelmed with emotion. Isn’t Mr. Zhao a native of Lan Xin? How come it has anything to do with Sword Tomb, one of the most famous holy places in the world?
Swordsman? Master Zhao is a swordsman? Doesn’t that mean he has to go back to the Sword Tomb and serve the sword for the rest of his life?
"People from the Sword Tomb." The man in black robe still answered this way, but he sighed slightly. His eyes under the wide hat took a deep look at Zhao Wujiang, turned around and left, and the last words came faintly:
"The time left for you is running out.
Remember, you can't lose!
Once you lose, you will never recover!
It's not just you...
Understand? "
"Then you have to tell me what I'm going to face, right?" Zhao Wujiang shouted.
The man in black robe made two fingers together and pointed at the sky.
I don’t know whether to tell Zhao Wujiang that you have to face the sky, or to tell Zhao Wujiang that you have to face the pursuit of Jianzhong, or to tell Zhao Wujiang that you have to face everything, everything.
Zhao Wujiang took a deep breath. He seemed to have never really seen the world clearly.
He has been staying in Kyoto, between ups and downs, officialdom and trivial matters, and has not set foot in the rest of Daxia at all.
He seemed to be a person standing in the fog. He could hear the sounds around him but couldn't see the people and things around him.
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The horses were careless, kicking and stamping on the mud that had not yet dried up after the rain.
Zhao Wujiang's body kept shaking as the horse galloped, just like a small lotus in a lotus pond under a heavy rain.
A23 and A19 followed behind with worried expressions.
Zhao Wujiang was unsettled and frowned slightly. There was a slight pain in his shoulder. It was the "Tao curse" that Yang Miaozhen, the saint of the Human Sect, had planted hard before.
"Tai Shang Tai Xing, constantly responding to changes. It drives away evil spirits and binds evil spirits, and protects life and body.
Wisdom is clear and the mind is peaceful.
The three souls are eternal, and the soul has no loss.
Urgency is like a law. "
The mantra for purifying the mind was quietly chanting in his heart.
