Xingtie: After my death, Liuying will understand love

"I am not from Xianzhou."

"But under the destiny, I am from Xianzhou."

Su Xiaoquan put the rapier back into the scabbard behind his back, and looked at An Ming with calm eyes, "Sword Master An, your sword is really flawless as the rumors say."

An Ming put the hilt of the Wuye sword back into the scabbard. Now he can deal with most troubles with just the hilt.

From the previous fight, he could feel that the other party had no intention of killing, more like a sudden invitation to a duel.

An Ming could sense a familiar breath from Su Xiaoquan. Many years ago, he also saw such a breath from Jing Yuan and Yao Guang.

Commander.

But not a hunting commander.

Adhering to the principle that the enemies encountered on the Xianzhou are either abundant or destroyed, there should be no other destiny commanders.

"You came to Zhu Ming to wait for me, is this all you want to say?" The surrounding streets became quieter and quieter, and the pedestrians who passed by the two of them left silently as if ignoring everything that happened here.

An Ming then unsheathed the second fine iron sword from his waist. He only pulled out half of it and revealed a little of the sword body, but it already set off a terrifying sword aura. After more than 40 years of accumulation, he dedicated his life to the sword.

How strong An Ming is now, I am afraid only Fu Xuan, who usually practices with him, can know.

"Just a message for you."

Su Xiaoquan stepped back half a step and said with a smile: "Tianming, greetings to you."

The rising bubbles dissipated like memory, and sank into the bubbles like spring water and disappeared.

Only the jade omen was left.

The street once again returned to its prosperous side, as if everything that had just happened was just an illusion.

"An Jianshou?"

The boy who had never seen before replaced Su Xiaoquan's position, squatted down to pick up the jade sign and handed it to An Ming, "General Huaiyang is waiting for you at the Yanlun Casting Palace."

"Does the general have a female disciple?"

"Since Master Yingxing left, the general has never accepted a disciple."

The boy was a little shy, but still gave a detailed answer.

An Ming took the Qinghong Jade Sign. The information on it that was used to prove his identity seemed to have never been there. It was as clean as a brand new jade sign.

Casting Palace.

The boy folded a flying bird, and then the paper bird flew away like a living thing. The next moment, the whole ground began to tremble violently, and the palace in front of him began to reorganize like a drastic change.

The outer wall of the ring continued to shrink, and finally only the base under his feet remained. The light from nowhere was extremely shining.

An Ming watched the slowly moving hall, as if it was constantly moving forward following the orbit of a star, and under his feet was a dazzling light body like the sun.

It was as if countless images passed by his eyes. He saw endless trees, a hundred-meter-high golden statue, human-shaped birds with wings spread out, and the cloud riders who were all on fire, shouting "The fairy boat is flying, and the cloud riders are always victorious!" The light seemed to roar at An Ming, and those images were like books that he was flipping through, forcefully stuffed into his mind. "Zheng--" The long and crisp sword sounded, and An Ming looked directly at the sun indifferently, no longer affected by it. "It seems that you are An Ming," Huai Yan appeared at the end at some point, and continued with admiring eyes: "Looking directly at Emperor Sui and guarding your mind, no wonder the marshal praised you so much." The invisible barrier slowly rose, isolating Sui Yang's influence completely, and Huai Yan's footsteps gave people the feeling of mountains, like a mountain with no end. "Hello, General Huai Yan."

"No need to be polite. I can see that you are a good craftsman."

Huai Yan's eyes were extremely sharp. He could see the marks of sword forging on An Ming's body at a glance.

"General, you are joking. I just learned some forging knowledge in my spare time from sword practice," An Ming then pulled out the Wuye from his waist and placed it on the table.

"That's right. Taowu is not an evil beast that can be broken by ordinary weapons."

Taowu is the evil beast suppressed by Yuque. Over the years, Fu Xuan has tried his best to check the relevant information, but he has found very little. He can only know that Taowu is one of the four great beasts from ancient times.

Not to mention Taotie, although Taowu is suppressed, it is probably an extremely powerful evil beast.

"This Emperor Sui's Fire is for you to use as you wish."

"Thank you, General."

An Ming took a deep breath. After more than 20 years of friendship, the day of recasting finally came.

So he walked to the sun and began to prepare for the recasting of Wu Ye. He took out all the materials and recalled the conversation with Su Xiaoquan not long ago.

Perhaps, the last missing material was the rich blood that contained the revival of all things.

Is this her purpose?

It took several days of waiting to recast Wu Ye. Huai Yan assisted An Ming in forging. Before the blazing day of Emperor Sui, the broken sword body gradually solidified intoOne.

The blade that had been broken by the might of the Emperor Bow finally reunited at this moment.

An Ming raised Wu Ye with one hand and cut his wrist without hesitation. The golden blood flowed along the sword blade, leaving light golden lines wherever it passed.

All the materials began to slowly merge. Under the revival of the rich blood, Wu Ye truly reappeared the sharpness of the past.

The sword breath soared into the sky, like a dragon's roar.

Wu Ye had been silent for too long, and this vast sword intent was a declaration to the world.

Such power even caused strange phenomena in the sky above Zhu Ming. Auspicious dragons were faintly brushing in the golden cloud vortex, and the sword breath that soared into the sky tore all the clouds apart.

Wu Ye, then dawn.

An Ming put Wu Ye back into the scabbard and saluted Huai Yan seriously. The reason why the recasting was so successful this time was also due to the assistance of this master craftsman.

Before leaving, An Ming specifically asked about Su Xiaoquan. Huai Yan thought for a long time and told him that it might be the power of destiny.

Change fate, choose fate.

An Ming boarded the Star Raft on the way back, carrying the recast Wu Ye. At this moment, no one knew what level his strength had reached.

An Ming, who lost his sword, was almost invincible in swordsmanship, not to mention that he had a sword now.

An Ming, staring at the sea of ​​stars on the Star Raft, was somewhat silent. He could vaguely feel that the moment was coming, and that was the day to draw the sword.

"Taowu..."

An Ming looked down at Wu Ye in his arms, and a smile rose at the corner of his mouth.

What's wrong with the evil beast?

As long as there is a sword in hand, there will be no confusion.

When he was 19, Jingtian said to him before going to Fanghu: "You will be the one who cuts off your fate."

It was not until he was 43 that An Ming understood the meaning of it, and the fate that was wrapped up in fate and would cut off his fate.

In fact, the master knew everything, but he understood it too late.

Only when you really have the power to cut off your fate, you can find that it is also a kind of fate.