"boom--"

Just as he thought of this, the eight-armed Dharma image was broken again, and even Gu Tian, ​​who had just returned, was severely injured!

"Zheng——"

Seeing this, Mu Xinghe's pupils shrank again and suddenly reacted. The purple and green swords behind him made a roar, and he wanted to fight to the death!

Can……

Before Ziqing's two swords could be moved, a weak voice suddenly sounded.

"let me……"

"Wuwang?"

Mu Xinghe, who heard the voice, looked at the distance not far away. Seeing that the vitality on Jun Wuwang was almost wiped out, not even much of the Taoist source was left. He just forced himself to stand there, but his hand slowly reached towards the iron sword behind him.

"You're crazy!"

Chongming looked at him, angry and distressed: "You are almost dead..."

"so."

Jun Wuwang said weakly: "I must give it a sword, because... this is probably the last sword in my life..."

Chongming's eyes trembled!

"You fool... are stupid all your life, why are you still so stupid..."

“…”

Jun Wuwang did not refute. He never denied that he was stupid, but this did not hinder his yearning for practice, his love for swordsmanship, and his worship of that figure tens of thousands of years ago.

You need to practice more food.

If you are stupid, you must be dedicated.

He felt that he was both naive and stupid, so after so many years, even though he had long been an immortal powerful force that everyone in the lower world respected, he still only practiced one sword, used one sword, and only sought one sword.

"The Yizi Sword I understand...is consistent."

The words fell.

His hand finally held the hilt of the iron sword, and his hand, which was originally trembling, suddenly became very stable.

He has used this sword for too many years. Although it was just a mortal iron at first, it has become extraordinary with the improvement of his cultivation and has become a manifestation of his philosophy.

Slowly draw out the iron sword.

The sword tip raised slightly, and his body suddenly became a little transparent. His body, his mind, his soul, and even his Tao... were all integrated into the iron sword, activated the rust, and turned into transparent sword patterns.

In an instant, the sword power has been achieved!

The iron sword body became cold and shining, and the cold light shone in Chongming's eyes and turned into figures.

Jun Wuwang, who was wielding his sword in the wind and snow, Jun Wuwang, who was wielding his sword in desperate situation, and Jun Wuwang, who was wielding his sword at the Xuantian Sword Fighting Conference... were clumsy, serious, or familiar... those countless figures left countless sword marks over the years, and were not buried by the long river of time, but were transformed one by one at this moment, and merged with Jun Wuwang in front of it.

"this time……"

Holding the grief in his heart, it asked in a hoarse voice: "How sure are you..."

“One percent.”

Jun Wuwang's figure became very ethereal and his voice became very light, "Just Master Chicken, this probability is already very high."

Chongming didn't say anything, a little sad.

Mu Xinghe was also silent, feeling that the gap between his sword and Jun Wuwang was far greater than he thought.

even.

Even Gu Tian, ​​who returned, didn't say anything, and wanted to see how powerful Jun Wuwang's last sword was.

Because they all understand.

Jun Wuwang has always been talking about one ten thousandth, one thousandth, or one percent now... it has never been a trick, nor gambling, nor luck.

It's an attitude.

It's a concept.

One of those probabilities is nothing more than some necessity among all possibilities!

one.

It is not that all swords return to one, but that all possibilities are cut off, leaving only one necessity!

For example, at this time!

For example now!

The moment the iron sword fell, a sword light also bloomed, not extremely dazzling, not boundless, just very flat and straight, it really sounds like the word "one".

"ah!!"

This sword was obviously like Jun Wuwang himself, no matter how ordinary it was, but the moment it fell, the winged bird made a violent hissing sound!

The whistle sounded.

The sword light had already landed on it. Although it seemed that there was no momentum, it intertwined its power of gods and ghosts, and its aura had already broken through Hengjiu's right wing and cut it down!

The pupils shrank after seeing them!

They didn't know the specific strength of this winged bird, but even Gu Tian, ​​the strongest man, could not hurt him at all, but now one wing was cut off by Jun Wuwang, who was dying?

"boom--"

With one wing missing, the winged bird suddenly became unbalanced and its momentum was much weaker than before. The woman in the bronze mirror of her heart screamed loudly, as if she was on the verge of being out of control.

"Failed..."

Jun Wuwang's illusory figure trembled, and a trace of regret flashed in his eyes, "Originally... I was going to cut its head..."

The words are over.

He loosened his hand, and the iron sword was inserted into the ground, and his body completely dissipated.

"Fool!"

"Wuwang!"

"well……"

The sorrowful cry of Chongming and Mu Xinghe was mixed with Gu Tian's sigh, as if it was his last retention, and more like... his last farewell.

"It's actually not right."

At this moment, a voice full of emotion suddenly rang behind several people.

The sound seemed to have some supreme power. As the sound rang, the winged bird stopped struggling and ran away. Jun Wuwang's figure stopped dissipating, and even the flow of gray fog around it stopped!

It's like...

Time was frozen like this!

certainly.

Compared to the various visions caused by this sound, the few people care more about the owner of the sound!

"Gu Han?"

"Brother Gu?"

“…Han’er?”

When they all turned around, the few people suddenly discovered that a figure slowly walked in the endless gray fog.

It’s Gu Han!

His steps were not fast or not, but every time he approached, Jun Wuwang's figure would condense a little, until he finally stopped not far away. Jun Wuwang's figure was completely solid. Not to mention being injured, even the blood hole in his chest disappeared!

This ability to reverse life and death is almost fulfilling, Mu Xinghe looked incredible, and completely eliminated his guess about Gu Han's cultivation at this moment.

I can't even understand it.

Where can I guess?

Gu Han did not reminisce about the past with the few people for the time being, but just looked at Jun Wuwang and said curiously: "Does this sword have a name?"

"you……"

Jun Wuwang looked at him, his face, which was already dull, was even more confused. There seemed to be a thunder sound in his mind, instantly splitting his memory that had been covered with tens of thousands of years!

"Do you have a name?"

Even if he didn't answer, Gu Han asked again.

"No……"

Jun Wuwang subconsciously shook his head.

"I think there can be."

"What?"

"Only without falsehood can we return to the truth."
Chapter completed!