Dugu Jian's face turned pale, and his whole body was shaken. He no longer had the strength to hold the Wushuang sword in his hand, and inserted it into the soil.
The sword's intention has condensed the essence of all things in the world, transcending the world; the sword's intention has controlled the life and death of all living beings and annihilated all living beings.
How does it feel to face this kind of sword intent?
Unable to parry, resist, or match, we can only panic and wait for death. It is a feeling of emptiness, hollowness, and emptiness that makes the six senses unresponsive and without any perception. It is a feeling like death.
It’s just the intention of the sword. Before the sword is released, the person is still alive, but the intention of death has arrived first!
Death comes suddenly!
No one can describe the feeling of Dugu Jian at this moment. If the feeling of defeat is a kind of torment and pain, then the feeling of death is more terrible than fear and more frightening than fear.
This kind of taste made Dugu Jian dare not open his eyes and his body couldn't stop trembling.
The sword intention that comes first is the sword intention, and what kind of sword is it?
If I could witness this sword...
With a thought, Dugu Jian's heart suddenly exploded. He opened his eyes in an instant and there was an unprecedented light in his eyes. He had made it clear that he was determined to die. Even if he turned into ashes, even if he was wiped out in the next moment, he still wanted to witness this with his own eyes. sword.
However, he was not lucky enough to see it. Just when he opened his eyes, a ray of bright sun shone through the clouds. The clouds that blocked the sky slowly broke open, the strong light disappeared, the thunder disappeared instantly, and the thousands of feet of light scattered across the earth again.
There is no trace of the sword intent in the world, as if it had never existed.
Dugu Jian couldn't help but stretch out his trembling hands. He seemed to want to catch the invisible thing, but everything was in vain.
Why didn't this sword fall? !
With an unprecedented desire and an unprecedented resentment, Dugu Jian suddenly looked around, but there was no one around, and that person was gone...
He couldn't help shouting: "If you don't kill me, why don't you kill me? Why? Why on earth is this?!"
After shouting in a hissing voice, he murmured to himself: "You don't kill me just to give me a chance to challenge you; you don't draw your sword just because I am not worthy enough to order you to draw your sword. You despise all living beings, you Don't put anyone in your eyes, even I am not worthy of your help... Who can understand that kind of loneliness, that kind of emptiness, that kind of pride and helplessness? You are so proud of the world, you can only admire yourself..."
Today's battle is a thousand times more miserable than the defeat to Wuming seven years ago.
He had no way to make a move, no way to answer the challenge, and he didn't even have the courage to swing his sword. But compared to the pain of losing to Wuming, today's battle made him feel extremely proud!
Techniques have transcended into Tao, art has transcended into gods, and the pinnacle of swordsmanship has reached this point.
A few miles away, the carriage moved forward slowly.
In the spacious carriage, he was sitting in front of a small table in any seat. Just when he reached out to lift the wine bottle, a slender and beautiful hand had already lifted the wine bottle one step ahead of him.
"I'll pour it for you."
Although the soft and beautiful voice is cold, how can you not hear the tenderness in it?
Hanhan sat on her knees and stretched out her jade hand to place the wine glass, but she heard Yao Yue say sharply: "Who wants you to be troublesome?"
Huanwen placed the wine glasses without paying attention, smiled sweetly at Ren Lang and said, "I will also drink two glasses with Ren Lang."
How could Yao Yue pour wine for her? She immediately put down the wine bottle in her hand and shouted: "Stop your coquettish manner."
He sighed helplessly, poured himself a cup, and drank with his head raised...
Huanwan suddenly made a face at Yaoyue, suddenly looked depressed and sad, and said: "Why does my sister always make things difficult for my sister? How many times has my sister offended her? If Wen'er is at fault, then Huan'er is here I apologize to my sister first and hope that she will forgive me."
Yao Yue stared at her, her eyes almost bursting with fire.
He casually put down his wine glass and said angrily to the delicate and helpless Hanhan, who was still on the verge of crying, "Don't make trouble with me."
Huanwan gave him a reluctant look, her charming virginity was enough to make any man in the world blush and his heart beat, and said calmly: "Ren Lang always favors her. Sister Yue nearly hurt the Nu family in the past two days."
Yao Yue said angrily: "If I kill you, how can you still be alive?"
Huanwan's soft and boneless hands pulled Ranwan's sleeve and said, "Look, Ren Lang, look at her, she is scaring Wener again."
Yaoyue was so angry that her whole body was shaking. This pretentious and charming person was really irritating, but what was even more irritating was that the man seemed to be very useful.
…
Hangzhou.
This is a very simple tea house.
The teahouse is located on the bank of Xili. In the teahouse, an old man with hair in his sixties who has grown hair is telling the story of the "White Snake".
The old man's name is "Uncle Xu" and he is the shopkeeper of the teahouse. There were seven or eight businessmen in the tea house, and a group of children about six, seven, eight or nine years old. In addition, there was a girl with a round face, a face like the morning glow, and a bright appearance.
But this girl is Zhong Ling!
After a story about the Legend of White Snake was told, everyone was still satisfied.
A boy with thick eyebrows and big eyes, an innocent and straightforward face said: "That monk Fahai is so bad, he actually killed the White Snake."
Uncle Xu smiled and talked eloquently: "Master Fahai certainly shouldn't have done it, but it was Xu Xian who beat White Snake to death. Master Fahai just lent his bowl to Xu Xian."
The children didn't know what was going on, and looked ignorant and confused.
Zhong Ling chewed the melon seeds, spit out the melon shell and said, "Hey, they call you Uncle Xu, are you the Xu Xian back then?"
Everyone was stunned, and the children's eyes widened...
Uncle Xu was stunned when he heard this, and looked at the girl who looked unkind to him and said, "Girl, you are joking. The story of the White Snake has been circulating for hundreds of years. Even if Xu Xian really existed, he would have been dead long ago, not to mention that this is just a story. "
Zhong Ling frowned her delicate eyebrows and said softly: "Is it really just a story? I always think what you said is true. You are not Xu Xian, could you be Xu Shilin, Xu Xian's son? Looking at your age, you should be the same as the story The Xu Shilin in is not much different!"
Uncle Xu couldn't laugh or cry and said: "Young lady really misunderstood. I just happen to have the surname 'Xu', not Xu Shilin, let alone Xu Xian." "
Zhong Ling stared at the old man with a fierce expression on his pretty face and said, "You'd better not lie to me. My eldest brother's martial arts skills are unmatched in the world. He can scare people to death even if he yawns."
After hearing what she said, Uncle Xu had a strange expression on his old face, as if he was both amused and holding back his laughter.
Zhong Ling clapped her little hands, stood up, and immediately walked out of the tea room.
When he was about to walk out of the tea room, he turned around and said, "I will find out your details carefully. If you dare to lie to me, I will make sure you look good." After saying that, he walked out of the tea room.
Uncle Xu looked at the retreating girl's back, thoughtfully.
In fact, he knows this girl...
Just a few months ago, a family came to the West Lake. As soon as this family arrived in Hangzhou, they spent huge sums of money to recruit thousands of civil servants to build a manor by the West Lake. At that time, almost all the craftsmen from all over the south of the Yangtze River were recruited together. With such manpower, in just over a month, a magnificent manor was built.
