The Sword Dynasty

No one knows what it means to have a sword now.

But in the eyes of these sergeants and practitioners who are still loyal to him, even if he dies on his own, he can save some face.

So a practitioner standing beside him silently handed a sword.

Yuan Wu took the sword.

When his hand held the sword, it seemed that some vitality had returned to his body.

However, his hand began to tremble at the same time.

"Too heavy."

He looked at the sword and shook his head. "Be a lighter sword."

This sword is called "clear", not the sword of the Qin Dynasty, but in the world of practitioners, the weight of this sword is not heavy.

The sergeants and practitioners around still don't understand what he is thinking, but when he hears this sentence, there are still more than a dozen swords handed up.

Among these swords are short and thin flaps, which are three feet long and soft, and also have a seven-foot long sword, but the blade is extremely thin and light, and the weight is only a fraction of the ordinary sword.

Yuan Wu glanced at the swords and held one of the long yellow swords.

This sword is called "Xuanmu", which is made of a kind of diamond wood in the extremely cold land. After sharpening, the sharpness is comparable to that of fine gold, but the weight is one-third of the ordinary black iron sword.

Yuan Wu took the sword and he stood up.

The sword was like a crutches to him at this time, but he stood up and stopped shaking. The sergeants and practitioners in his body looked at his gaze, but he still admired and admired.

There is no real element in the Yuanwu body now. For the world of the practitioners, it is a waste person. However, even with this, his attitude of holding the sword, the kind of sword, is still very few people.

Yuan Wu waved his sword.

There was a slight hurricane in the air.

The hollow in Yuanwu’s eyes disappeared again. He seemed to live a little more, laughing and laughing at himself. “This sword is called a thousand winds. It’s a palace and it’s a shackle. Flying out, I can’t think of it now, just to be able to bring up the wind like the old dog’s choked."

The sergeants and practitioners behind him were all in the air, and some even cried.

"Let's go."

Yuan Wu was very faint and waved his hand, indicating that these sergeants and practitioners left.

"Sacred!" These sergeants and practitioners were shocked and looked up.

"What is the significance of your stay?" Yuan Wu just waved his hand and smiled ironically. "Isn't it just a matter between me and him?"

A practitioner who heard the meaning of Yuan Wu, moved: "Shang Shang, you are going to Ding Ning"

Yuan Wu glanced at him, nodded and interrupted his words.

Anyone can see that his mind has been decided.

Anyone can see that he does not want to talk any more.

These sergeants and practitioners did not say much, and left after bowing.

In a few black camps, only Yuan Wu was left.

The whole world seems to be quiet, and it seems that only Yuan Wu is left alone.

There weren’t many things in this makeshift camp. When these sergeants and practitioners left, they didn’t take much.

When the wind blew the door of the camp and made a slight knock, Yuan Wu looked out from the curtain of the tent, and saw the marching iron pot on the brazier where the flame had been extinguished.

Next to the marching iron pot, there was some dry food.

There are glutinous rice cakes that are very dry and hard, and dried beef and mutton.

Yuan Wu smiled.

There was a sound in his belly, not caused by any previous vitality, but only a pure belly.

He has had no such feeling of hunger and palpitation for many years, especially after eight days, he rarely needs to eat the same as ordinary people.

However, even in the process of his previous practice, his control of eating and drinking is extremely demanding, and most of the food is a great medicine for the practitioner.

He walked out of the camp and started to make a fire.

The flame rose and boiled the water in the marching iron pot.

He cut some dried beef and mutton and waited until it boiled again. He threw the glutinous rice cake into the pot, then placed the salt and put some weeds that could add aroma and food color.

These people have seen a lot in the previous battle with Han Zhao Wei, although they rarely do it by themselves, but they are no strangers.

He started to eat.

Hunger is the source of all food.

This rough and simple food is a long-lost taste for Yuanwu at this time, and it is difficult to describe the sweetness with words.

It’s easy to make people think a lot, for example, with the power of lust, and for Yuan Wu at this time, this pot makes him warm food, but it makes him think more about the beauty of this world, let He has more courage to survive.

If death is the end result, then these foods can also make him enjoy a lot of good before he dies.

He touched the slightly raised belly and looked up to see the direction of Changling.

He laughed, and there was a lot of bitterness and resentment in his smile, but it was a bit more fierce and hot.

"I would like to thank you and push me to this step."

He looked at Changling and smiled and said to himself, "The dissatisfaction comes from being unconvinced. Many years ago, I lived in your shadow. You naturally feel that I am mediocre. Whether it is planning or repairing, it is far worse than you. But I don't think so. I don't think I am weaker than you. I naturally want to prove that I am stronger than you. I can kill you, so when you die, I finally climbed to the throne and became the strongest emperor in the world. ”

"But I didn't think that the nine dead silkworms can make you live. In the matter of repairing this, I didn't have confidence at the time, but when I crossed the eight borders, I was even less convinced, but I have got the world, I dare not take risks. ”

"If you don't dare to take risks, you are afraid to fight with you. Now I want to make it clear. I regret it. You and I should have used such a duel to understand. As early as when you entered Changling, when I became famous, I would It should be a fight with you."

"I didn't dare before, I was afraid before, but it doesn't mean that I feel that I am really not as good as you. It's really better than you, I am really not convinced. Now I have nothing, what else can I be afraid of? I Now I have the confidence to fight with you and have the confidence to try to kill you."

Yuan Wu slowly stood up.

He began to walk with this sword.

He doesn't have real yuan now, so walking to Changling is easy to get tired. However, he would rather do this, because the more he does, the more he can adapt and get used to the feeling of not having a real yuan.

Ding Ning said to everyone in the world that he should give him a chance to fight for a fair fight.

Then he is going to Changling now and fight with Ding Ning.

Since he is already a waste of no real yuan, Ding Ning naturally has to empty all the real elements in his body.

(It’s almost coming to an end, what do you want to say?)