He was alone, facing the nine people of Taixu Pavilion, and added a great master Zhao Rucheng, a master of the Legalists, Wu Bingyi, a prime minister of the Great Chu State, and a minister of the Great Chu State, Zuo Xiao, and a Duke of Huai State who would arrive at any time.

At this moment, Yan Chunhui was indeed the one with a single power.

In the world that was highly anticipated, he seemed to hear the crazy singing that was coming through the clouds.

It’s like the time when the Flying Sword Age was declared shattered more than three thousand years ago.

In the 832nd year of the Taoist Literature, the Eternal Sword Master left the final contract in Tianmayuan, and like the broken seals of the past era, he inherited the flying sword technique at the eternal dusk.

It was not until the 19840th year of the Dao calendar that the era of flying swords was declared to be destroyed.

The reason why I still have eight years to return to the flying sword.

That's because there is also the sword of Forgetful Sword Lord Tai Shubai, who has a sword in the world.

There was also sword light in the starlight at that time, and there were wine cups in the bright moon at that time, so no one could say that the era of flying swords had passed!

Until Tai Shubai died, his sword broke...

Yan Chunhui still remembers that night, the stars fell like rain - his master drank and sang wildly, rode a sword like a small boat, and went alone towards the sea of ​​stars.

At that time, how could it be like a moment?

But at that time, he felt that his master was a great hero who fought alone in the villain.

And today, he realized that he was the great devil who was attacked by the righteous.

But he is also alone!

In order to walk towards the starry sky I look up to, I have done everything I can.

If there is only one truth about success in the world, why is this not? If there is only one possibility of victory in the world, why is it not now?

The hair on the forehead was gently raised, as sharp as a sword.

Yan Chunhui looked at Jiang Wang like this: "I will not blame you in this life and death. I wish I could be in the Yellow River. For this, I will be unlimited. Jiang Jun decided to decide that one person can do it, and ten thousand people can do it, and I will bear it myself!"

The appearance of this young man is stronger, the heart is sharp and the meaning is endless... After all, it is a bit like a re-enactment of that glorious era.

Jiang Wang looked at Yan Chunhui and understood that this was the invitation of Jue Dao.

Of course, he could turn a deaf ear and rush up in ambiguous way, killing Yan Chunhui like this, no one would think there was something wrong.

But this is the invitation to the Dao.

After fourteen years, he has once again come to the world and takes all his past with him.

He stood here back then, just wanted to gain the power of revenge. He was driven by hatred, but he never became a slave to hatred, never lost his personality, and did not abandon his bottom line.

Only day after day, and never give up on persistence.

Today he is standing here, asking the world to listen to the sword sound, just as he wishes to be the best!

This is a place of glory.

The road he and Yan Chun returned extended here, and there was only one person who could continue walking forward.

"The sage said: 'If the name is not upright, the words will not go well, and if the words are not upright, things will not be accomplished. But if the rituals and music are not prosperous, the punishment will not come to an end, and the people will be at a loss.' Now Yanchun is back from the crime, the Yellow River is the chief punishment, Yanchun returns to the judgment, Jiang Wang makes a judgment!"

He said: "Kui's famous general, please ask Mr. Mu to preside over me, so there is no regret."

In fact, there is no need for too many reasons to kill Yan Chun back!

Everyone knows what the human demons have done. Everyone knows whether Yan Chunhui should die or not.

Killing him does not require a list of charges, just like when Jiang Wang called Li Yi and Gongsun Buwei - one was the Taoist true lord and the other was the master of the Legal family, and he also went there with one stroke.

If Yan Chunhui could be killed at that time, I think there would be no criticism from the world.

But after all, I am watching the river platform at this moment. No matter what happens here, it will have a great impact on the present world. This is the reason why many people choose to make arrangements at this time, and it is also the reason why Yan Chunhui can defend himself, and law enforcement officers need to understand the canon punishment.

After all, those who came on stage are all bright people, or at least they all understand Jiang Wang. They slowly dispersed and stepped down from the stage.

But he had already walked off the stage, but he had never walked on the stage and had not spoken, and quietly looked at the night behind the brilliant galaxy: "Boss, I can decide for you."

He was ready early in the morning - he didn't plan to go up and stand up for Jiang Wang. He just wanted to wait until Jiang Wang and Hong Junyan and Yan Chun came back to kill each other directly.

Since there is no limit, sneak attacks should not be restricted.

The long life tells Him that if it has become an enemy, killing the enemy is the most important thing.

Jiang Wang shook his head, "Mr. Mu has the power to win, but Tao is not here. I am a battle between him and the Tao. Only the sword can be determined, but the other can be replaced."

Mu Fuyao stood in the audience like a pointed monument: "Who cares about the truth? Life and death are the essence."

"My pursuit of the Tao is in Shenlu, my journey of the Baiyujing, and I am in contact with the Taoist path of the Dongjia."

"For the most fundamental interest needs, and perhaps some...feelings."

After living for too long, the word "feeling" actually made Him ashamed.

But He said clearly: "I don't want you to die."

The people on the stage gathered like flags and scattered like seas.

Jiang Wang always knew what he would face, so he knew very well how hard-earned the situation at this moment, and cherished all of it very much.

He said: "Ideals are personal pursuits, not imposed responsibilities. No one should be responsible for your ideals."

"I never ask for anything. I do the right thing, and everyone will support me - and I haven't seen it right."

"After all, we have lived in this world and walked such a long way. Who can't make up a few words of truth?"

He looked at Yan Chun and replied: "Everyone has a reason to come here."

"Last time at Guanhetai, I said justice cannot be just in the hearts of the people, it must be proclaimed and singed and swords."

"I'm also wondering, what exactly is justice?"

"Maybe even if a reasoned person loses, the audience will give you some sympathy."

"Maybe, when people who do the right thing, and people who do the wrong thing, are about the same fist... people will support the right thing more."

“That’s enough.”

“That’s enough.”

"I just need to support the right one when my fists are almost as hard as them."

His long hair was raised, and his robe flew: "I have already walked the road, and now it's time to look at my sword."

Lu Ye clenched his fists in the audience!

He thought he understood what true self-confidence is, invincible self-confidence is "unlimited"! It is "looking at my sword"!

"How lucky! He can use a sword to decide the way with the Demon Lord." Yan Chunhui sent Zhang Fei indiscriminately, and the sword intent came out of his skin. At this moment, he remembered too many past events.

I even recalled when I was young and full of energy.

I remembered the countless flying swords that were flying across the sky and migrating like fish and dragons. What a grand scene!

Now the glory of the world is all about the stories of others.

"My era is unknown, and you are the most shining reputation of this era."

"Why can you ask for my own way for this decision?"

"A thousand years of life, which has gone against the times and was washed by time, has to hide the sword with dementia and nourish the spirit with forgetting. It is not that Yan Chun returns without transcendence, but that the era of flying swords has passed!"

He pointed his sword in front of him, his eyes opened with a bright star, and he finally had three points of heroic spirit!

The sword roared all over the sky, like the sound of the starry sea: "If you don't achieve enlightenment, you'd rather die - now we will fight you!"

Jiang Wang showed off his sleeves: "Please be the referee of this game! The winner is only determined by life and death!"

On the martial arts stage, a battlefield that belongs to the two of them was cracked.

Jiang Wangzi moved forward: "Someone told me that the wrong process cannot get the correct result."

"I was told that we need to use swords to protect our principles."

"Someone also told me that the most important thing is the result."

"They are all my teachers. At a certain stage in my life, I have benefited a lot."

"So I try to do the right thing, try to be as strong as possible, and try to win the results."

"The True Lord is powerful, and Kuijun preaches the name of the saint!"

Sugar Chang sings in the Yellow River. All the swordsmen on the scene were in the sheath, like beasts hitting cages. The brilliant sword light flipped along the long river layer by layer, like a dragon in the long river, turning up dragon scales in the sky light.

This sound comes, and thousands of sounds respond. It is in Qi, Chu, Mu, Jing, Qin, Jing... The swords sound in the world!

"As the referee, I have to compete for the title again."

"This time, I will be at the top!"
Chapter completed!