Most of the meridians in his body were burned down, and his cultivation was full of Dongliu, which was no different from the useless man. However, he was still in the true meaning of the sword he had just cast. He had an enlightenment in the sword realm, and felt that he was closer to the sword realm of his master back then.

His gaze was slightly blurred, and the heat was steaming, and the sunlight was coming from behind him, and his shadow fell in front of him. In a trance, he seemed to have returned to the time when he was learning sword at Zhao Jianlu, and he followed his beloved master.

At that time, the master seemed to be unable to see the mountains at the top, surrounded by clouds and mist. He didn't know how far he was between him and him, and he couldn't even see where his master was. However, now, his figure seemed to gradually merge with the figure of his master in his memory.

He seemed to have met his master again, and the feeling was so beautiful that he didn't care about his physical condition at all.

Isn't we still worth it

At this moment, a concerned voice came into his ears, and a pair of firm and powerful hands supported his shaking body.

These hands belong to Tang Zhefeng.

Tang Zhefeng stood beside him, frowned deeply, and was worried indescribable in his pupils.

Zhao Ce, who was usually extremely cold in his appearance, smiled when he looked at his expression. He let his body weigh himself against Tang Zhefeng's hand, and then responded softly with some pride: This is Zhao Jianlu's reputation, and it is naturally worth it. What's more, even if I can't use swords anymore, I finally tried out the two swords of my master. I, Zhao Jianlu, have Zhao Yi and Zhao Si. As long as I tell them what I have experienced, it is worth it.

Tang Zhefeng was stunned, then shook his head and sighed solemnly: You Zhao Jianlu is so terrible.

Zhao Ce did not respond to his words again, but raised his head vigorously.

The figure of the teacher appeared in his blurry vision.

The teacher stood up with difficulty. His body was a little hunched. His skin was burnt and cracked into pieces like scorched earth. However, there was fresh flesh and blood growing inside the crack, as strange as a snake molting its skin. What was even more strange was that his skin inside was black.

This seemed to be a strange method of healing, but anyone could feel that the process of healing was very difficult. The powerful momentum and extremely cold breath of his body disappeared without a trace.

I think Wang Jingmeng is still not as good as my master.

Zhao Ce looked at the teacher and commander, and did not discuss the outcome of this battle, but said: My master not only has strong personal cultivation, but also brought out a group of disciples like us.

The teacher was silent for a moment, and he nodded as a tribute to express his agreement.

Nan Jiayu looked towards the direction of Tianqi City.

A huge cloud appeared in the sky in the direction of the Apocalypse City, like a city in the sky pressing against the Apocalypse City.

This means that a new master appears and then goes into battle.

Nan Jiayu is a practitioner of Zhuoshan Sword Academy. Zhuoshan Sword Academy is also one of the places where he is qualified to participate in the Minshan Sword Association. He has not achieved excellent performance for many years. Before being transferred from Changling to this front line by the Bingmasi, he only practiced in Zhuoshan Sword Academy for three years.

So he was just a very young practitioner and a very young sergeant.

In this great war that has been the best since the dynasty, he often exists as a secret whistle.

At this time, he was located in an unknown hill, half a day away from the battlefield of Apocalypse City. He could barely see the changes in the wind and clouds above Apocalypse City and the outlines of many marching teams spreading in the wilderness like long snakes.

On a main road under the nameless hill where he was, a train was slowly passing by.

This train chariot seems ordinary, but based on his accumulated experience over the past period of time, he can judge that Sima Cuo, the commander of the Qin army in the Yinshan area, must be Sima Cuo, who was riding in one of the chariots.

This train chariot will arrive at Apocalypse before dark.

Can the prince in this train lead the Qin army to win the victory here

Looking at the clouds in the distance and the army spreading like long snakes with invisible heads and tails, Nan Jiayu felt particularly small and helpless.

However, at this moment, he felt a strange aura.

Inexplicably, three figures came from nowhere, but at this moment they hit him without any hesitation and appeared on the hillside in front of him, heading towards the chariot on the road below the hill

This sudden intrusion only means that he had not sensed the existence of these people before, which made him feel creepy.

If, as usual, even if the other party is a practitioner with higher cultivation than him, what he has to do at this time will naturally be the first warning.

However, this creepy feeling was too strong, which made his body extremely cold and stiff, and even if he could not move a finger.

He even felt that his qi, blood and true energy would freeze together in the next moment, and then die silently.

It was an old man, a woman and a young man.

The old man was an old monk holding a staff, so old that every flesh and blood had turned into a dried tree root.

The woman's peerless beauty even if she just silhouettes have a shocking beauty.

The young man was covered in a black scarf and seemed particularly quiet.

When he stood there, the young man seemed to turn his head and nodded.

Because the movement was too subtle, he could not be sure.

However, this action turned the chill in his body into cold sweat, flowing out wantonly.

Until the figures of these three people disappeared into the forest below him and reappeared closer to the mountain road below, he did not make any moves.

Because he knew that it would make no sense to do anything in front of three such people.

The fear that just filled the body was like the lowest-level cub in nature, like a deer facing a giant tiger.

The chariot team was moving slowly on the road.

The sky was originally clear, but it changed in an instant. A huge cloud enveloped the sky, like a blizzard about to fall, and the road was like dark night.

This was obviously a powerful master who came with murderous intent, but the train chariot team was surprisingly quiet.

When darkness came, countless fire lights lit up silently.

There were people holding glowing phosphorites everywhere on the chariot, and the pale light emitted scattered the surroundings into a blurry and dreamy picture.

Almost all the curtains in the chariot were quietly lifted out, and the people in one of the chariots leaned out and stood quietly at the front of the chariot.

The misty light shone on him and could easily be seen, and he was Sima Cuo.

This level of change in vitality was enough to make him understand how terrible the practitioners coming were, especially the old monk soon appeared in his perception.

However, the expression on his face still did not change at all, but instead felt relieved that he had been waiting for for a long time.
Chapter completed!