Just after the man in black said this, the old beggar raised his eyebrows and his eyes also changed.

The original surging fighting spirit has all changed into murderous intent soaring into the sky.

The palace of the Tang Dynasty was the safest place in a thousand years. Two hundred years ago, the Tang Dynasty was besieged by other countries and soldiers came to the capital of Kyoto, but the city was full of singing and dancing and peace, and the festival was still celebrating. In the end, the enemy country had to return in disappointment.

The defense range and hardness of the palace protection formation in the palace are so wide and hard, surpassing all defensive formations ever.

There are countless patrols and surveillance in the palace. Even Guo Mingzhe can't do it if he wants to get treasures in the palace.

"Uncle Master has always wanted to return the original Xuanhuang Sword Book with Datang, but His Majesty the Emperor of Yuanzong said frankly that no matter what means he used, even if he was to seize it with force, as long as he could get it back with Changmingzong's own ability in the hands of the palace, then His Majesty would give it back without any responsibility, but our sect never could get the book back."

The Xuanhuang Sword Book was created by the founder of Changming Mountain. It is powerful, but it was taken away by Ye Tingfeng, who claimed to be the first person in a thousand years. It was then circulated and fell into the hands of the palace.

Emperor Yuanzong believed that no one in Changmingzong is qualified to practice this sword now. Instead of insulting the reputation of the sting sword, it is better to leave it in the collection of the palace.

Now it has been dusted there for more than a hundred years, but Guo Mingzhe can only sigh.

The old beggar looked at the hideous mask and asked the question that he had asked twice again, but this time it was a little different.

"Where are you in the palace?"

He knew that he would not get the answer, but he subconsciously asked.

Unless it was an insider in the palace who committed the crime, how could he stolen treasures of the level of Xilinjian?

The man in black's heart-killing sword was filled with the aura of a majestic and domineering superior. It must be the royal nobility that was influenced by the palace.

The man in black did not answer his question, gently raised his right hand, raised his sword above his head, and pointed at the sky angrily.

The moment he raised his hand, a light yellow light suddenly appeared in the barrier, like the fierce sun in the sky, like a man with great ambitions in his prime, full of energy and looking down on the world.

Then the tip of his sword tilted, pointing to the distance where the earth and the sky meet, which was the western skyline.

The sunlight in the barrier suddenly dimmed a lot, and the remaining light was like the afterglow of the setting sun.

These afterglows are the sword postures of the small sword facing the west. Just as the young master of the Mid-Autumn Festival who sang a heroic and sad story with his singing voice, this sword also tells the sudden end of a great figure's life with his sword posture and sword intent.

It was originally the sun was in the sky, but the sun sets at the next moment; I remember that I was full of energy back then, but now I only see the hero in the twilight years.

Although this scene is sad, it is not magnificent, and it even makes people feel a little cold.

It's so cold that it makes people want to cry.

Because the great man ended up leaving only a piece of loess buried in him, all the legends of his life were put into vain and no one heard of them again.

The old beggar shrouded in the sunset and felt the sadness and unwillingness. He suddenly felt a little tired. No matter how strong a person is, he will die sooner or later. No matter how profound his cultivation is, he will still die, but he will die later.

He had been expelled from the master's sect long ago. Why did he struggle at the foot of the mountain for fifty years? So what could he do if he was forgiven by the master in the future? Can that history be erased?

The lifespan of a practitioner can be as long as hundreds of years or as many as thousands of years. He can do countless things, but what can he do after doing these things?

Will there be a legend left for adults to tell to children before going to bed?

joke.

The bamboo stick in the old beggar's hand slowly fell down, closed his eyes, and was too lazy to look at the small sword in Xilin that was about to come to his front.

If he dies, what's the use of leaving a legend?

When your life is over, everything is useless.

Since you will die sooner or later, what’s the use of resisting? What’s the use of living? It’s just a matter of worrying. Why don’t you leave here? What’s the difference between dying early and late?

Maybe that mistake will be destroyed in the long river of history, as if it had never happened.

...

...

This is the small sword from the west.

This is a sword coming from the west!

The Zhuxin Sword, which was previously full of royal nobleness, was just a man in black who wanted to try it out. After all, he was not a member of the royal family, and the one he felt the deepest was naturally not the royal aura.

This is his real sword of heart-killing.

Even without the deep support of the man in black, relying solely on the sword intent of Zhuxin and the sword intent of Xilin, it is in line with the principles of the law of heaven, and it is enough to kill everyone.

The strongest killer's strongest killer's sword is indeed extraordinary.

The man in black came to the old beggar's throat with a small sword from the west. His speed seemed slow but was actually extremely fast.

He was about to cut his throat and kill the other party completely, and the man in black let out an ugly laugh.

But the next moment, a ripples suddenly appeared on the barrier wall, like a sluggish wave caused by a stone falling into the water, spreading around.

At the same time, the buzzing sounds from ripples reminded the man in black that he was naughty when he was a child and hid in the bronze bell in the temple outside the city with his parents on his back. The monk rang the bronze bell without knowing it.

Under the influence of the barrier, sound cannot spread to the outside world, but can only echo inside continuously.

The deafening bell suddenly woke up the old beggar. He stretched out his withered left hand and grabbed the man in black's wrist. When the small sword in Xilin was only a hair away from his throat, he could no longer make any progress.

The old beggar's eyes gradually became brighter, and the turbulent Taoist heart became firmer again.

If you die, you will really lose nothing, so you cannot die.

The legends left behind will become historical allusions that inspire future generations.

As for that wrong thing...

He was fair in the dark, and he believed that he would get the understanding of Changmingzong and return to his master's sect.

Since that's the case, it's better to live for hundreds of years. The world is so big and there are countless scenery he has never seen before.

The old beggar carefully admired the small sword coming to the west, and was amazed.

The man in black grabbed his wrist and tried to break free, but unexpectedly, his fingers were like cast iron, and he could not move even if he could use force.

"Is this the little sword in Xilin?"

The blade of the short sword in the man in black shines coldly and cloud patterns linger. The sword body is straight and clear as if it is washed.

"It's indeed a good sword." The old beggar looked at him and said with a smile: "But I am still alive, and I can't help but fall into the name of "a sword that comes to the west without any support". It seems that the legend that anyone who has seen this sword will die will be ended. It's so fucking embarrassing."

The man in black did not speak, lowered his head, and remained silent.

The old beggar looked in the direction where the ripples rose, and looked at the small figure waving its fists and smashing the barrier wildly, and burst into laughter.

...

...

Feng Xiaohan found two lonely books in a corner of the library. He thought the recorded methods were very magical, so he immediately used Wanyan magic power to integrate them, so he wanted to go to the open space where he usually practiced martial arts to try the power.

But before I could go far, I found that the divine thought that had been attached to me had not followed me this time, and I felt a little strange.

Born with extremely keen intuition, he vaguely felt something was wrong.

So he searched with the last source of the divine thought in his memory and found a barrier. Judging from the biting cold and cold breath on it, it was obviously not arranged by the old beggar.

Since it is not the old beggar's method, it must be an outsider.

I guess that old guy was stunned to fight someone. Since he wanted to use the barrier as a cover, it was definitely not a competition, and he was very likely to fight to the death.

Feng Xiaohan didn't care what kind of thing he would be when he came to fight with the old beggar, so he clenched his fist and smashed it hard on the barrier.

This barrier can withstand the full-strength attack of the top grade of the Collapse Tribulation, which is an extremely clever method.

"I have always been lucky. I can beg for money that just fill my fill every time. Sometimes I have plenty of money, so I can buy some wine to drink."

The old beggar laughed and said, "Last time, I had a high cultivation level, so I was lucky enough to suppress you. This time you attacked with a magical weapon, but I felt like I was helping God. God won't destroy me, hahahahahaha."
Chapter completed!