Every time he thought of this, he felt sorry for the son in front of him.
"Mom, I can't bear to leave you, but I have a reason to leave. Forgive me for being unfilial. I can't listen to mother this time."
Yang Feng was also extremely reluctant to let go of Yang Mu's words.
But the fact is that he must leave. No matter how long he stays, he does not belong to this world after all.
"Jin'er, don't cry. It's a good thing that the child has broken into the realm of a master! You know, in the ruined Great Xia, there was only one swordsman master in four hundred years, and now the child is only thirty-eight years old. At this age, he has become a great master, but this place is too small for him."
Maybe only men can understand men!
After Yang Zhong recovered from his injury, his current swordsmanship level was also at the third stage of the peak of the Nine Realms. Only he understood how much perseverance and determination was needed to break through to the Tenth Realm.
Even when you have these, you may not be able to break into the tenth realm. Strength and luck are both indispensable.
"Zhong, I just don't want my child to leave. Do you think there will be a day to see him again now that he's gone?"
Su Jin's words were stuck in his throat, leaving Yang Zhong speechless for a long time.
He didn't know this, but if they really forced Yang Feng to stay in the name of family affection, Yang Feng wouldn't be happy.
"Jin'er, our son is not a thing in the pond. This world is too small. He needs to go to a more vast place outside. If he doesn't come to us, I promise you, I will take you to find him."
After hearing this, Yang Feng, who knelt in front of the two of them, had tears in his eyes.
Mother Yang's words made him feel very guilty.
He only thinks about himself and forgets his parents.
Poor parents in the world, even if he has a soul that does not belong to this world, his life is still given by the person in front of him.
"Father and mother forgive the child for his unfilial piety. The child has changed his mind and wants to stay."
"Really? An'er!"
Su Jin was overjoyed.
But Yang Zhong held Su Jin's hand tightly.
"Jin'er, restraining the child in the name of love will only harm him. I know you have always been a sensible person. You do this just because you hope to keep An'er by your side, but have you ever thought about it? However, An'er is the world he yearns for, the world he remembers, the relatives and friends he remembers... they..."
"Zhong, please stop talking, I, I promise to let An'er leave."
Su Jin is not a selfish person, her only selfishness is only for her dearest ones.
"Father, mother, thank you for your understanding of the child. Parents, please rest assured that the child will never forget you."
Yang Feng kowtowed several times to the second elder.
For the remaining three days, Yang Feng stayed by his parents' side.
Time flies by in the blink of an eye.
Today's Duanmai Mountain is extremely lively, with many people gathered in the rivers and lakes, temples, and folk.
Grandmaster Po Kong, they had only heard of the deeds of the sword demon Dugu Baitian, no one had seen it with their own eyes.
Today is different.
A true master.
In the crowded Duanmai Mountain, everyone is looking forward to Yang Feng.
On this day, the sky above the imperial city changed.
Flying swords fill the sky.
Like shooting stars streaking across the sky.
Their destination is Broken Mountain.
There is a figure at the front of these countless flying swords.
He wields his sword and rides the wind.
Like the legendary swordsman.
Behind him are thousands of flying swords, just like the emperor among swords.
"Look, what is that?"
"A lot of shooting stars?"
"Are you dazzled? Where did the shooting stars come from in broad daylight?"
Yang Feng chose to prepare during the day and use the power of the stars at night to break the shackles in one fell swoop.
Outside the Duanmai Mountain, the people watching were already buzzing with voices.
Big crowd.
There are countless flying swords falling from the sky.
How spectacular?
"Wan Jian is coming to court. This Xiao An is directly forcing Graman. I don't know when I will be able to show off."
A Tuo was also shocked by Yang Feng's operation.
It’s really awesome.
Just imagine, a person is leading thousands of flying swords and flying in front of everyone. How fucking pretentious is this?
"Yang An, I want to have a baby with you!"
"Yang An, you are so handsome!"
"Yang An, I like you!"
A bunch of female swordsmen fell, and even some of the people watching were deeply shocked.
"Xiao An, I didn't expect that this operation of yours is really good. It can be enjoyed by both young and old."
"Your Majesty, please stop making fun of me."
"Get ready. We'll wait until night to see how you show off your magical powers."
Jiang Kui led everyone to withdraw, leaving Yang Feng a quiet place.
Yang Feng took a deep breath.
Force yourself to calm down and adjust yourself to your best condition.
People outside Duanmai Mountain have never felt that time has passed so long. They all spent it in one minute and one second.
Half a day has never been so painful.
Seconds are like years!
Finally, time gradually passed with the projection of sunlight.
When night falls, the Duanmai Mountain should be completely silent.
But today's Duanmai Mountain is destined to be unable to remain silent.
Because today will definitely be a day recorded in history.
Three hundred years ago today, no one witnessed it.
The vicissitudes of life have changed the fate of chess.
Three hundred years later, the storm is rising again!
The starry sky is exceptionally clear tonight.
There is no bright moon in the sky, only bright stars.
In the Sword Ruins, countless flying swords made trembling sounds.
A swordsman in green shirt is flying in the air with his sword.
The green shirt he was wearing was dyed with the colorful starry sky.
The swords on the ground stood up one after another.
Inside the ruins, there is a hole on the top. Looking from the bottom up, it seems to connect heaven and earth.
On the other side of the ruins, Jiang Kui, Zang Jian, A Tuo, Leng Wushuang, Yang Zhong and others were staring intently, for fear of missing any detail.
On the outskirts of Duanmai Mountain, countless people were concentrating.
The sword flying off the ground became a ladder.
Like a staircase leading to the sky.
"With swords as steps, no wonder Senior Dugu Baitian left so many useless swords behind."
Everyone was shocked when they saw Yang Feng's actions.
It's so awesome.
Yang Feng gave up his sword and flew into the air, stepping on the steps made of swords.
Like a devout pilgrim.
Above the dome.
They are stars, stars that are so bright and dazzling to the extreme.
"Thousands of swords cast a ladder, and you can climb to the dome. Is this the realm of a master?"
"Look at the stars in the sky..."
"What happened? Starfall?"
The dazzling stars are like kites with broken strings, no longer at the mercy of fate, no longer hanging in the sky.
But falling.
A phenomenon has occurred that has never occurred in the past three hundred years.
Starfall!
These falling stars are extremely fast and carry a violent impact.
boom!
boom!
Fire and stone fell from the sky!
These meteorites did not fall elsewhere, but directly hit the "Sword Platform".
A ladder made of swords.
This seems to be a taboo, this road should not exist in the first place.
Yang Feng, who was standing on the sword platform, noticed this.
"No wonder I said, how did these flying swords become useless?"
Seeing these meteors hitting the sword platform and causing cracks in the sword platform
, Yang Feng understood immediately.
It wasn't that the sword couldn't bear his weight, it was just some meteors.
"Meteor" is a special existence among many stars.
Their bodies are actually dust, carrying the dust of Mars, because they have been in the sky for a long time.
Quality has also changed.
"Yang An, you have to be careful!"
"Xiao An, come on! You can do it!"
Although Jiang Kui and others were very reluctant to let Yang Feng leave, they also knew that they should not be a drag or hindrance to Yang Feng.
It is not easy to cast these tens of thousands of swords. Even Jiang Guo took five years to cast them.
