"Why should I believe you?"

Tang Jiusheng asked:

"Where will the pie fall out in this world?"

"It doesn't matter to me if you believe it or not."

Lingyun in the sword said with a smile:

"I just showed up and persuaded me.

If you don't believe it, let it go.

But with your ability now, not to mention revenge, it is even difficult to run.

If you are willing to be a useless person, see that evil person rampant in the world.

What can I do if I want to be a turtle with my head?

Let’s talk about it.

Is there anything else you can lose now?

If you are a human being for a lifetime, you can't even help you and revenge.

What face does he call himself a swordsman?”

Tang Jiusheng's face looked ugly.

He sat in the chair, maintaining that movement.

My heart was full of twists and turns, and when I thought of Shen Qiu being so free and comfortable.

He felt very angry, and his heart was even more painful.

I also thought of asking for medical treatment in the past two months.

He even dragged his seriously ill body to Lin'an Nippan Temple.

Master Yuanwu cannot heal this soul disease.

If there is no adventure, I will spend the rest of my life with this useless body.

Your own sect, your own family, and your own reputation.

All will no longer exist.

The eagle that once soared in the sky now can be like a chicken walking around.

Lean on the ground and look up at the sky.

The martial arts world that I once walked in can only be found again in my dreams.

this

Too bitter.

die.

Not the most terrifying.

Every day when life is worse than death.

Every day in a daze.

Like the walking dead every day.

It is the most painful torture.

He is not afraid of death!

If you can become a master, you will never be afraid of death.

But he is now.

But I'm afraid of living.

It's really ironic.

"Come!"

Tang Jiusheng was in a state of excitement in his heart and made a heart move.

Raise the sword up to reflect your eyes.

His eyes were covered with blood, and he let go of resistance, and the sword in front of him blended with his mind and body.

The next moment.

A heat flow extends the arms into the body.

That is power.

That power was like flowing water, quickly filling Tang Jiusheng's spirit.

He could feel that the speed of his soul was being filled quickly.

I am becoming complete!

He could feel it.

That's it.

That's it!

The light in Tang Jiusheng's eyes became brighter and brighter, as long as the heart and soul were completed.

As long as my injury heals, I will still be the master I admire in the world!

You can still fight yourself!

I have to take revenge myself!

The monster hunter

"etc!"

Before the fantasy in his heart ended, Tang Jiusheng suddenly let out a shout of excitement.

wrong.

The situation is somewhat subtle.

The power did not stop after filling the loss of the soul.

It was like a pot of ink poured into water, quickly invading his soul.

memory.

Memories that do not belong to him emerged suddenly in front of him.

Tolerize, transform and fill his original memory and mind bit by bit.

wrong!

Not so!

Tang Jiusheng was frightened and wanted to throw the sword.

But it's too late.

Amid the crazy laughter of an old man, the world in front of him became increasingly blurred.

He could see his son and rushed into the room with a look of shock.

It seems to be trying to support him.

"Go away!"

He wanted to shout out and keep his son away from him.

But the final shout was completely stuck in my throat with the darkness in front of me.

"Um"

Tang Jiusheng, who fell to the ground, opened his eyes in his son's arms.

The eyes were warm, just like the gentle eyes of an old man.

He looked at his anxious son and smiled.

The fingers moved a little.

It was a little stiff at first.

But soon, it became flexible.

"Don't be afraid, Yu'er, don't be afraid."

Tang Jiusheng struggled and let his son help him up.

Moving your shoulders and limbs.

He picked up the ancient long sword on the ground and put it into the scabbard.
To be continued...