In the floating rain of light, Yan Chun looked down at the sword that was parked in his heart, knowing that everything was over. He felt lost for a moment, but smiled... and showed a happy and nostalgic expression.

The sword master is drunk, selfless and invites the moon, flying swords and galaxies... Many amazing scenery passes by, as if it is a bit regretful, and can be recovered.

Supernatural powers, geese fly south.

Reversing cause and effect.

The light rain did stop suddenly and reverse, and his body seemed to be formed quickly due to light gathering--

But it disintegrated again!

The flowing light and rain are endless.

The moment Jiang Wang became a saint, the cause and effect were too powerful, and he was praised by the world and the sword was borne for a lifetime... He could not push back this cause and effect!

Or it may immediately push back the cause and effect... it is still unstoppable, but it still won't go as expected.

Actually, I know this, but I still have to struggle a little. For someone like Yan Chunhui who has been persistent for thousands of years, he refused to cry when he saw the coffin. He knocked a few muffled sounds in the coffin board to be considered the final farewell.

Finally, he smiled relievedly, stepped on the flying sword that had been flowing for a moment, and looked at Jiang Wang: "My way is still far away, and your way is still high. I want to ask what the Yellow River wants to establish today?"

Above his head was the starry sky getting farther and farther away, the gradually illusory moon.

His dream is the moon in the water, and his people are shadows in the water.

His eyes also seemed to fall from the stars to the world, and for the first time he felt acquainted with fireworks.

Of course this is not his tenderness.

"This is the curiosity of the dying person, or it may be considered a parting intention..." He said: "If Jiang Jun feels it is unnecessary, he can do nothing."

Jiang Wang held the sword and stopped at Yan Chun's long sword, which was coming back, as if the last bridge between the two seekers.

He also finally felt this swordsman of the old era and his heart that never looked back.

He said, "It's still the old words outside the valley."

The selfless demon is now killed, and the valley has not returned to the ground, and the sword monument outside the valley can be removed.

But the Wuhui Valley incident and the intention of sweeping away the human and demons will not stop like this.

Yan Chun laughed back: "Jiang Jun's sword surround is not only the place outside Wuhui Valley... has it already covered the world?"

Yan Chunhui wondered why he lost and died, or maybe he had already got the answer.

Jiang Wang said slowly: "The sky is always moving, and the sun and the moon are orderly. Just like the stars in the sky, my sword is just one of them."

"Those who do evil will not be able to walk under the sun!"

Yan Chun replied and recited the inscription on the sword monument. At this moment, looking back at Hengyan, who suppressed Wuhuigu from a different perspective, had a different feeling.

At that time, I felt that time was chasing, and the years were tight, and everything was difficult to stop. I just wanted to move forward. Looking back now, I felt that the sun that had been baked in Wuhui Valley was not warm, because he had never really enjoyed it.

"This 'under the sun'..." He smiled and said, "You are the sun, and you are walking on behalf of the sky?"

"I dare not compare with the sun and the moon." Jiang Wang stood calmly: "But he wants to do evil like a human demon-"

"When hearing my name, you should avoid the way."

"When I meet my sword, I should respect his head."

In fact, the earliest Five Heroes of Fenglin, a young man who was just starting out, did they ask for? They wanted to use the sword in their hands to punish evil and promote good, and to eliminate all the injustice in the world.

At that time, he felt that he would be the most just and powerful Jiang Zhisi in the Inspectorate Division.

At that time, how could I know that even Ouyang Jie, the chief of the World Inspectorate, could not do all the wrong things, nor could he eliminate all evil? Oh, he was also rushed into the door by the gods, locked in the main yamen in a magnificent place, watching the people in the hall coming and going, and they were not discovered until the center escaped from Zen.

At that time, the eldest brother wanted to be a mayor, protect the people of the town, and make them live and work in peace and contentment; the second brother wanted to charge forward, whip and leap horses, and defend their country...

Later they all grew up.

"Jun Jiang has lofty ambitions, and that is a star man farther away than the place I look at." Yan Chunhui's eyes were a little envious and sighed: "But Mr. Jiang knows that there are good things in the world, there must be evil? Evil is endless. For all ages, the sea of ​​evil has been surging, and it has not been defeated by sages."

Jiang Wang said: "I know that good things must be evil. Those who live cannot end, and those who are evil cannot be eliminated."

"However, the universe shines brightly, there will be clear and turbidity. Time is like a flow, so how can there be no light and darkness?"

"Punishing evil and promoting good will greatly shine the world, and this is the teaching of the ancient wise and virtues."

"Those who do good will only do their hearts, and those who do evil will have some taboos!"

His eyes flew over Yan Chun and raised it gently, as if he was provoking a mountain. When his eyes fell, a stone tablet carved by a sword fell from the sky.

Rumble!

Endless night, thousands of miles of lightning.

It seems that there is a gap in the sky. The stele engraved by the sword wrapped in thunder is like a mountain, like a huge sword... It seems to be held in the hand of a god and relying on the human world!

In this way, it knocked open the sky, tore through the night, and established itself as a mountain of earth, standing in front of the river viewing platform!

The lightning shone suddenly, illuminating the lines of engravings. The strokes are still sharp, the sword energy is still erect, and the words are still the same.

Move the mountain with one eye, and write forever.

Jiang Wang said, "Now, this sounds, and then yells again!"

A stone tablet has its own words, and it has been said for tens of thousands of years.

"Is there any taboo for those who want to do evil in the world..." Gongsun Buhei, one arm, turned around and looked up, and couldn't help but sigh: "Great good!"

Yan Chunhui's body was like a floating light, scattering and scattering. He asked, "What if it doesn't shine in the sun?"

Jiang Wangningran: "My heart shines on it."

"If God's will not work?"

"I'll do my sword."

Yanchun is back with great regret!

What he saw was not Jiang Wang, but the past in his prime.

Who has never been young?

After all, it will last for three thousand years!

"A thousand years of lonely intentions, I hate walking in the world. I am so happy to meet you in this way!" He sighed and said, "Our swordsmen are born for the sword and die by the sword. They are so strong!"

The cold moon hangs high, even though it is as if it is in the water.

But there is another flying shadow passing by in the moon, but it is in the shape of a geese.

Yanchun returns to start again [Yellow Flying South]!

The sword light under his feet walked across.

His body scattered in the light.

The night that swept across the Shenlu finally swept away. Although the brilliant stars tonight were far away, they still formed a galaxy, and for the last time they returned for Yanchun.

People look up and see—

The galaxy passes through the sky, like a sword.

The twinkling of millions of stars seems to have reversed the world.

The sword started from Guanhetai, and the sword fell on Kuhai Cliff. Yan Chun returned to this sword and actually rushed into the gate of the world!

Since the Dukong Academy moved to the sea of ​​learning to conquer disasters, it has become much more lively here than before... After all, Shushan is still respected by Confucianism, and the influence of the present world's manifestation of learning is far beyond the Xuehe Sect. There is also a growing Lotus Holy Realm, which makes practitioners who come here to experience have a sense of security.

Even the Yellow River Association, which is known as the "No. 1 event in the world", is at its peak when watching the river platform, some people work diligently and devote themselves to their own careers and do not care about the affairs of the world.

At this time, many monks who were still sweeping away the evil concepts were shocked to look up—

The rootless world where stars have never been seen before is actually full of stars!

Yan Chun’s voice resounded here.

"The sword raises the sea of ​​evil, and I am sincere to you."

"Flying sword forgot to leave the world today!"

Thousands of stars and tens of thousands of stars bring out long tail flames, pouring into disasters, and stirring up endless waves.

In an instant, he killed countless evil views, swept the turbid water, and widened the sea of ​​jade belt several times.

"Madman!"

Dan Tai Wenshu, who was forced to kill Wu Yu by Gongsun Buhe, was rushed back to the disaster, could only be furious at the dispersed starlight.

After all, even if He is transcendent in the sea of ​​evil and lives forever, how can he shock a dead person?

The Evil Bodhi Ancestor has no sound, but the terrifying shadow of the tree seems to be spreading deep in the turbid water.

The disaster is actually quiet, only the crying and laughter of the evil immortal Hunyuan was vaguely swallowed.

An existence like the Three Evils of the Sea of ​​Negro will not be injured by Yan Chunhui's sword.

So for many people, this sword may not make any sense.

But Yan Chunhui's choice to leave this sword here is of much significance.

It represents the last sword in the era of flying swords, and it is against the sea of ​​evil.
To be continued...