0642. I'm Back

The ancient stone-patterned sword shimmering with silver light patterns emitted long-suppressed sword sounds in Dao Lan's hand.

Shan Yunxiu looked at his sweetheart blankly.

This is him.

This is who he was back then.

He is back.

Wei Ximin smiled evilly, stared at Dao Lan, and said: "Back then, you were no match for me, and you are no longer the same now. I will crush you under my feet once again to make you understand what a true genius is." , what is true pride...Kill!"

He was covered in black mist and pointed out with a finger.

"Demon Abyss Devouring Heaven Finger... Devouring Heaven and Earth with One Finger!"

A black demonic snake that was as solid as substance wrapped around his fingertips and spit out a red letter.

The world-destroying demonic energy lingers.

"The misty rain is blurred and the white crane is riding on it!"

Dao Lan swung the ancient stone-patterned sword in his hand.

He had used the same sword technique before, but was easily defeated by Dao Lan.

But this time, when it was used again, the sky was filled with mist and rain, and a poignant feeling that was indescribable in words rose up in the hearts of everyone who saw this sword.

"ah……"

Screams sounded.

Wei Ximin backed away like a snake or a scorpion.

His fingertips were sliced ​​off by the sword light.

One move and instant defeat.

how come?

"I don't believe it." Wei Ximin looked at his severed finger, his expression becoming more and more ferocious.

Dao Lan didn't want to say more.

The stone-patterned ancient sword was swung again.

"The Misty Nineteen States of the Southern Dynasties."

It's the same sword style again.

Dao Lan's demeanor has changed a long time ago, and the same moves are swayed from his hands again, as if he is a peerless calligrapher and painter walking in the mist and mist with an umbrella, and the sword in his hand is his pen.

The pen moves the dragon and the snake.

The sword scares ghosts and gods.

Wei Ximin's expression was extremely hysterical: "Demon Abyss Devouring Heaven Finger... Two fingers shake the sky!"

He pressed out with two fingers, and the world seemed to be shattered and shaken by the two fingers.

but--

puff!

Blood splattered.

Two severed fingers flew up in the blood.

Wei Ximin staggered back as if he had seen a ghost in the daytime.

The two moves he made were all his most proud fingering techniques.

He has killed countless powerful enemies with his [Demon Abyss Swallowing Finger].

But what he got in exchange for these two moves today was that he had only two fingers left on his right hand.

A sense of disparity that made him feel pale and powerless came to his heart.

This made him feel more uncomfortable than killing him.

"I don't believe it...You loser, you want to stand on my head? Stop thinking! Dream!" Wei Ximin stared at Dao Lan, completely hysterical.

The originally young and handsome face became ferocious and twisted, like the ugliest devil.

"Demon Abyss Devouring Heaven Finger, three fingers..."

he roared.

But a sword penetrated directly through his chest, directly interrupting the concentration of the third move.

Stone-patterned ancient sword.

The hilt of the sword was held in Dao Lan's hand.

"Ho ho..." Blood poured out of Wei Ximin's mouth uncontrollably.

He looked at Dao Lan in disbelief.

Dao Lan said calmly: "The first two swords are to tell you that the real [Southern Dynasty Misty Rain Sword] is enough to crush your [Demon Abyss Swallowing Heaven Finger], and this sword is to tell you that the current You are already vulnerable in front of me, so killing you is like killing a chicken."

He put his foot on Wei Ximin's chest and abdomen, knocking him down.

The stone-patterned ancient sword was slowly drawn out.

"You...ho ho..." Wei Ximin still wanted to struggle, but the misty and misty sword intent pouring into his body along the stone-patterned ancient sword had instantly destroyed his true energy, shattered his meridians and Dantian, and made him Unable to muster any strength at all, he could only fall to the ground slumped.

Dao Lan stepped on Wei Ximin's chest, looked down from a high position, and said: "Today, I will send you, a twisted butcher with bloody hands, on the road."

The tip of the stone-patterned ancient sword was aimed at Wei Ximin's forehead.

Under the shadow of death, the anger and panic on Wei Ximin's face gradually dissipated.

"Okay, do it, haha... I... I owe you everything I owe you." He smiled crazily and looked at Lazy: "Do it, give me the dignity and glory I deserve."

In the last moments of his life, Wei Ximin seemed to have calmed down.

Dao Lan shook his head and corrected word for word: "Wrong, you didn't give it back to me, but I took it back with my own hands. These are two different things."

The disdain and contempt in his eyes deeply hurt Wei Ximin's calm heart.

"As for the final dignity and glory?" Dao Lan sneered, "Haha, are you worthy?"

Wei Ximin suddenly struggled violently again: "Why don't you deserve it? What are you talking about? After all, I have defeated you before. You were my defeated general. I..."

The words have not yet finished.

The stone-patterned ancient sword completely penetrated his head.

The sword intent destroyed all life.

"I...I don't accept it! I don't want to give in!"

In the last moments of his life, Wei Ximin twisted and screamed.

But everything has come to an end.

Dao Lan slowly pulled out the ancient stone-patterned sword, stood in front of Wei Ximin's body, and wiped off the blood on the sword with Wei Ximin's black clothes.

This war with twists and turns was finally over.

Dao Lan turned back to Li Mu and gave him a long bow.

Li Mu smiled.

At first, he just thought that Dao Lan was a bit unclear, but he didn't expect that there was such a story behind him.

Today, the number one genius of the Yanhuang War Department finally regained his long-lost glory.

Today's Dao Lan, with a half-step king-level cultivation, one man and one sword, is enough to sweep across the entire Yingxian Star Region, even the Ziwei Star Region is as big as it is.

Shan Yunxiu cried with joy, and hugged Dao Lan gently on the side.

All the suffering and torture finally dissipated.

"Haha, Buddha Amitayus, brother, we meet again." The old Taoist priest appeared on the Sword of Freedom and winked at Li Mu.

Li Mu recognized that this wretched-looking Taoist priest was the wretched old Taoist priest who was watching in the crowd when he was cutting stones at the Jinyang Sect Star Station. From the sound of his voice, he was also in the battle of Star Wind City. , the wretched Heavenly Lord who appeared in the chaotic air mass in the sky.

It's indeed the same person.

"Senior." Li Mu returned the greeting.

The old Taoist priest laughed and said: "Hey, don't, don't, don't, we are about the same now, weighing only eight pounds or two. Don't call me senior, just call me brother Tianzun."

Brother Tianzun?

Such a cool name?

At this time, the figure covered in black cloak also landed on the deck of the Sword of Freedom.

"meet again."

A strange sound like two moss-covered rough stones rubbing against each other.

Li Mu's eyes lit up: "Is it you?"

This black cloaked figure turned out to be the mysterious black cloaked stall owner who sold rough stones in the gilded town market.

"So you are also from the Yanhuang War Department, wouldn't that mean..." Li Mu was greatly surprised.

So, this black cloaked stall owner who even has god-level rough stones is actually a sinner?

Li Mu suddenly understood.

He saw on the Fairy Net that there was a general-level battle in the outer space of the Bitter Star world that day. There was no winner between the two sides. Except for the three hell dogs, the other side must be the sinners headed by Tianzun. camp, except for Tianzun, other general-level strongmen did not show up. The mysterious stall owner in black cloak appeared in Gilded Town so coincidentally. It was not by chance, but like the wretched Taoist priest Tianzun, who came to the town after the war. Gilded Town is under renovation?

The mysterious stall owner in black cloak nodded and said: "Young people are terrible. I didn't expect that the little guy who worked as a handyman in the lower realm sect back then turned out to be the hero who turned the tide today."

At this time, one hundred thousand ghost cultivators had already retreated in formation.

The soldiers of the Yanhuang War Department also came to the Sword of Freedom.

When they lifted up their visors, Li Mu saw that these warriors ranged from young monks to old men with aged faces.

The appearance is different.

The only thing they have in common is the fearless fighting spirit in their eyes, and their loyalty to their robes and their race.

Perhaps their armor has been damaged, their weapons have gaps, and their expressions are slightly tired, but their will supports the Yanhuang Blood Dragon flag and has become the top three elite war corps in the Ziwei Star Territory. In their heyday, they were so famous that they stepped across the starry sky, their soldiers pointed at them, and all races trembled.

An uncontrollable respect surged in Li Mu's heart.

When he thought he was fighting alone in the world of China, on Earth, on Bitter Star, and in Starwind City, in fact, there was such an iron-blooded war corps that was not afraid of death, and was also struggling to support the existence of the Yanhuang Blood Divine Dragon Race. .

Compared with what I have done, these seemingly ordinary soldiers have done more and are greater.

Looking at the expectant, respectful, and adoring faces, and looking into their eyes, Li Mu felt sour for no reason, and then his blood surged again.

"You... have worked hard." Li Mu saluted to such an iron-blooded war corps.

The soldiers said nothing.

They took off their helmets and held them on their left chests, then used the weapons in their right hands to stick them tightly against their right chests, and then lightly hit them.

Clang!

Clang, clang, clang!

The sound of weapons hitting armor.

It is also the sound of loyalty hitting the heart.

This is the most noble tribute the Xuanhuang War Department pays to its heroes.

Even the old Taoist priest Tianzun with a wretched face put his fist on his chest with a solemn expression at this moment.

"They have all heard your story and know your legend." The mysterious stall owner in black cloak walked to Li Mu and said: "In the vast galaxy where everyone is the enemy, only loyalty is immortal, only blood is immortal, every day A story about the resistance of criminals, whether it is success or failure, is the biggest motivation to move forward. Things in the world are like chess, life is like a pawn, Yanhuang blood, dragon species, long river of stars, who has ever seen a Yanhuang warrior take half a step back? ?”

The wretched Taoist priest Tianzun also said: "When we gather, we are like a ball of fire, when we disperse, we are filled with stars. The men and women of our sinful people, no matter where they are, have never forgotten their mission. The Yanhuang War Department will never surrender."

Dao Lan also looked at the warriors who had been wounded in battles in front of him, holding the stone-patterned ancient sword against his chest, and said: "Brothers, today, I am back. I will use my sword in my hands and the blood in my body." , to defend the dignity and glory of the Yanhuang War Department."

Clang, clang, clang!

The soldiers returned the favor.

Shan Yunxiu stood gently beside Dao Lan, without saying a word, but he had already expressed everything.

The soldiers and senior officials of the Shan family who survived this war may not be able to understand the passionate passion in the hearts of the criminals that will last until death, but they were also shocked by the scene in front of them. Looking at these People, looking at these calm faces with peerless fanaticism, from the head of the family Dan Zhengfeng to every sailor and boy, feel goosebumps all over their bodies, and have lost the ability to speak in the shock.

Li Mu smiled with tears in his eyes: "I'm back too."

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Three updates today, this is the first.