The Sword Dynasty - 883. Chapter 882

Yuan Wu has always been a very contradictory person.

He has always been very low-key, or rather tolerant, very plain.

When the people in Bashan Sword Field were all over the world, he didn’t show much of his cultivation at all.

Many of those people are talked about by people like swords, and there are few stories about him, or only his faint shadow, in the stories that are exciting and that many young practitioners yearn for.

Therefore, it is not a pity that many story books and many classics in the world of practitioners were ordered to be burned after he became the throne.

But he is undoubtedly desperately eager to succeed, eager to make contributions, and become the only sage in history.

He has many moments of pride.

For example, the Mieba Mountain Sword Field made the most powerful sect disappear quickly, suppressed the army with powerful means, and successfully ascended the throne.

For example, after the Lushan Union League Yijianpingshan, he began to claim to be widowed.

In his view at the time, there was no one in the world who could compare with him.

And in all his past, even if he doesn’t say it, many people can figure it out in private. The thing he is most proud of is naturally killing Wang Jingmeng and prying Wang Jingmeng’s corner to get Wang Jingmeng. The woman Zheng Xiu.

Regardless of how Zheng Xiu and him eventually intrigue, even in the end, he won’t even score a life or death, but at least during his initial ascension years, he will feel that Zheng Xiu’s choice of him naturally has emotional factors other than mutual use.

The final disgust after all these years, in his opinion, was just because Zheng Xiu’s ambition was never satisfied, and it was always swelling, and he was letting Zheng Xiu down more and more.

But what is the reality?

From the very beginning, Zheng Xiu felt that he was just a tool to fulfill her ambitions.

Or in any respect, in Zheng Xiu’s heart, he was actually inferior to Wang Jingmeng.

Maybe he didn’t get any true affection from Zheng Xiu from the beginning, or Zheng Xiu has been in regret and annoyance all these years, so he hates him more and more, and is more and more disappointed in reality.

If you don’t ask some things, if you don’t say something, there will never be an answer.

But in Yuan Wu’s view at this time, those spirit lotuses that have been bathed in starlight from the very beginning can be the answer to the question.

This answer, like those stars’ vitality burning in his body now, to him, it was like a thousand ants eating their hearts.

Zheng Xiu did not look at his stern smile.

Because she can’t see it anymore.

She herself relies on poisons and secret methods to bring back the light. At this time, all the power in her body is rushing out, and she has truly reached a state where the oil and the lamp are dry. Her eyes have lost their brilliance, and even the water in her eyes is on her sword. The scorching breath evaporates to dryness.

She was dead at this time but she had no love or hatred.

For her own life, she has no answer.

By the end of this, she stopped thinking about it.

All thoughts are empty.

She was extremely focused, as if she had put all her life in this sword.

She took the last step of her life.

This sword is like a road of no return.

Zhao Jianlu, Zhao Yi, who was not far away from her and Yuan Wu, was shocked at this time.

Zhao Jianlu’s sword intent was originally a desperate sword.

Give me away, forget me, and go for nothing.

But even he could not display the sword intent of Zheng Xiu at this time.

Zheng Xiu’s sword intent at this time, and Zhao Jianlu’s sword intent were in perfect harmony, vividly to perfection.

Yuan Wu smiled sternly, he looked at Zheng Xiu fiercely.

But it was difficult for him to see Zheng Xiu’s face clearly.

The world in front of him seemed to be completely ignited by this sword.

The huge furnace fell, making his eyes red.

The celestial vitality that passed through his body like a highly toxic toxin that couldn’t be resolved slowed his reaction.

He swung his sword horizontally to block Zheng Xiu’s sword.

His unprecedented anger was unable to control the surge of power in his body.

However, there was a crisp sound.

The wrist bone of his sword could not withstand the collision of the sword intent of both sides, and it broke directly.

He was in severe pain and screamed. The true essence in his body was like a few ropes forcibly binding his wrist, making his entire arm and the natal sword in his hand as one body, and the sword was incessant.

when!

The blazing real fire separated like waves in front of him, and raged across his head and soles like a wall.

Zheng Xiu even carried a sword, and was cut and flew out by his extremely tyrannical sword.

But at the same time, a crackling sound rang from his right shoulder.

His right shoulder suffered a great pain, and his heart ached.

The bones of his right shoulder were all shattered, and some of the broken bone stubble even pierced his flesh and blood and got out.

“what!”

He let out a sharper cry.

This cry is like the scream of a beast, containing countless emotions, most of which is unbelievable.

His body was trembling constantly because of the pain and the intense excitement of his mood.

The air outside him was red.

However, his face was pale and bloodless.

Half of his body was stained with blood, and his right hand could no longer hold his natal sword, and the bright yellow sword light fell weakly from his hand.

I don’t know if it is sweat from heat or cold sweat from pain.

His hair was soaked with sweat, and the messy hair was glued together in strands, sticking to his forehead and cheeks.

Yuan Wu’s life has never been so painful, and has never been so embarrassed.

Zheng Xiu’s body was flying upside down.

Her body is empty.

Because it’s empty, it’s easy.

She has never been so relaxed at this time in her life…if so happy.

She used all her emotions and her life in this sword, and she was inexplicably happy.

Her consciousness began to disappear.

But there was a smile on the corners of her mouth.

The scorching anger around made her finally feel warm.

She felt like she was closing her eyes in the warm spring sun of Jiaodong County, falling on the hillside full of golden flowers, and falling asleep in the warm fragrance.

Amid Yuan Wu’s painful cry, there was silence inside and outside the port and even on the river beyond the Weihe River.

Everyone’s eyes did not look at Yuan Wu, but fell on her, on the sword in her hand.

Everyone feels strange.

Zheng Xiu at this time was completely different from the indifference she had always given to anyone, extremely warm.

However, her figure quickly faded from everyone’s field of vision, and only the scarlet little sword was still breathing chaotic flames.

Her body began to disintegrate and turn into ashes, turning into red embers dancing with the flames.

Several cracks appeared in the golden phoenix clothing, but did not completely disappear, slowly falling to the surface of the river below.

The scarlet sword hovered in the air for a moment.

On the broken ship, Zhao bowed to the place where Zheng’s sleeves disappeared.

He couldn’t judge Zheng Xiu’s life, but at least this last battle, this sword, gave him enough respect.

The scarlet sword flew back towards him, and his sleeve was retracted.