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Chapter 532: The world, the rivers and lakes! (asking for monthly tickets)

The magnificent and brilliant sword light seemed to tear apart the eight hundred years of long river.

The sword light was like the heroic spirit in people's hearts, climbing to the extreme, but then slowly calming down. Yuwen Lie swallowed his blood, rushed forward with a heavy spear in hand, and the army could not get in. However, all he could see was the wild wind dancing between heaven and earth, and the dark blue flags with dragon patterns rolling.

The emperor's sword slashes down, and the legend of the world comes out with a sword.

The waves surge into the current.

Murong Longtu took back the green bamboo, but Emperor Yingguo still refused to fall down and just sighed in admiration. The swordsman turned around and walked forward with such a powerful spirit. Yuwen Lie, He Ruoqinhu, and Qin Yulong all held weapons and wanted to fight.

Thousands of troops and horses from the surroundings marched forward, and a murderous atmosphere rose to the sky.

Emperor Ying simply raised his hand and said, "No need, let him go."

Sword maniac Murong Longtu is the only one among all the legendary figures in the world who can cut through thousands of troops. The long sword in his hand tells the story of the eight hundred years of legend in the martial arts world.

Emperor Yingguo smiled and said, "It's a relief to have such a person in the world!"

Murong Longtu did not say anything, but his back was straight with his white hair hanging down. Behind the Emperor of Ying State, the eight hundred years of national destiny that he had shouldered with all his ambitions in his life and paid every price for at the cost of everything had already been shattered after Ji Zichang's death.

It was chopped into pieces by Murong Longtu's sword!

Eight hundred years of vigor and vitality, eight hundred years of glory, all those lofty sentiments and ambitions, all those despicable plots, like the haze covering the sky, were finally shattered by this sword. Emperor Ying looked at his palm and murmured:
"Kill the Qi but not the person, sword maniac..."

"How can one word, 'crazy', fully describe your spirit?"

The distorted national destiny of the past eight hundred years dissipated. At that time, waves of desolate and murderous dragon roars were heard from heaven and earth. The sea of ​​clouds was vast, and red-gold scales were looming. The ancient red dragon watched this scene quietly.

The war between the two, especially after Ji Zichang burned all the descendants of the Red Emperor.

It is even more unlikely that the ancient red dragon will participate in this battle.

But at this moment, the ancient red dragon, which had witnessed the rise and fall of countless heroes over the past thousands of years, still let out a long roar. Murong Longtu, in a fluttering green robe, soared into the sky. The extremely arrogant ancient red dragon let this human swordsman step on his head.

Finally, they looked at Emperor Yingguo, Yuwen Lie, and He Ruoqinhu, who were standing under the dark blue flag with a dragon pattern and leaning on a long sword. An army of 500,000 was enough to defeat the ancient red dragon, but Emperor Yingguo just raised his hand and stopped the general.

He was leaning on his sword, still looking calm and dignified.

The sword maniac in green robe holding a sword stepped on the head of the red dragon. He was also extraordinary. After the end of the Red Emperor of eight hundred years and before the end of the three hundred years of chaos, there was such an intersection between the final overlord and the sword of the romantic and heroic spirit of the world.

There were waves entering the sea, and the ancient red dragon roared. In the three army camps, under the gaze of thousands of soldiers and horses, it tore through the sea of ​​clouds and flew away. The sound of the dragon's roar was fierce. The old swordsman held the dragon's horn, hugged the green bamboo like a sword, and slowly sat down.

The emperor of Ying State watched as the ancient red dragon and the sword maniac Murong Longtu left.

Still calm and composed, he went to appease the three armies, but did not continue to press forward. He returned to the central army camp. Yuwen Lie and other three of the top ten generals in the world followed behind him. However, when the gate of the camp was lowered, the expression of the Great Emperor of Ying State, who had been calm and composed before, suddenly changed.

He just staggered and fell forward, but he still held the sword in his hand against the ground, staggering. Sword maniac, sword maniac, how arrogant! He just broke eight hundred years of luck with one sword, but did not kill him.

Should we kill him or not?

Emperor Yingguo didn’t know.

But he only knew that he was still alive, having used his last bit of vitality and everything he had gathered to control the filthy luck that had lasted for eight hundred years. It was only because of the greatness of that luck itself that, even if it was like drinking poison to quench thirst, it could prolong his short lifespan.

“…Have you reached your limit?”

The step that the emperor could take only when he gave up his life was ultimately from external forces, and was completely broken by the sword of the free and easy swordsman. The Emperor Yingguo twitched his lips.

Yuwen Lie and He Ruoqinhu supported Emperor Yingguo.

When they helped Emperor Ying up, they found that the old king couldn't even take a step forward. He Ruoqinhu said, "Your Majesty, your body...can't, you can't fight anymore."

Qin Yulong held the sword of Emperor Yingguo.

Emperor Ying was being supported, but for some reason, his palm suddenly had a huge force, and he grabbed Yuwen Lie's palm and said, "Don't retreat. Don't retreat!"

Yuwen Lie and He Ruo were frozen in time, but the old king's eyes were still as blazing as fire at this moment: "We cannot retreat, we must continue to push our army forward, continue!"

Blazing fire.

Emperor Ying was sitting there, holding his sword. He murmured, "The Grand Master is still confronting Li Guanyi at Zhenbei Pass. We cannot give up this opportunity. We must continue to fight no matter what."

"Keep going!"

Yuwen Lie said: "Your Majesty, please continue to rest for a while."

They took off the heavy armor for Emperor Yingguo and found that the king, who once had broad shoulders and served as a royal guard in his youth and was praised for his bravery and beautiful appearance, was now skinny.

It was as if everything he had was burned and turned into nourishment for his fighting spirit.

When the wind blew past, it looked like an ugly skeleton beneath the robe.

There was already unrest in the army.

The human mind cannot be controlled.

Even Yuwen Lie, He Ruoqinhu and Qin Yulong forcibly suppressed the three armies.

But the thoughts in that person's heart were still surging like undercurrents, circulating in secret.

A swordsman in green came from the front of the army. The light from his sharp sword was brilliant and magnificent. Later, the ancient red dragon came and left with the sword maniac on its back, which had a huge impact on the morale of the entire army.

In such a situation, if the sword maniac broke into the army camp and Emperor Yingguo did not show up, the morale of the entire army would begin to change drastically. On the second day, it was beyond Yuwen Lie's expectations.

Under the dark blue flag with a dragon pattern, the king in heavy armor appeared again. He had broad shoulders, looked proud, and his white hair was meticulously braided into a crown, looking brave and majestic.

He could also wear this extremely heavy armor, put on the king's cloak, ride a war horse, and walk through the camp. His eyes were bright and blazing like flames. He spoke loudly and laughed loudly. When he met old soldiers, he could accurately tell their names.

The army's morale was boiling.

They moved forward for another two days and continued to suppress the Qilin Army.

Emperor Yingguo himself rode his warhorse, holding his spear in hand, chanting poems, and standing in front of the mountains, looking at the raging waves, he suddenly said: "Now the last battle in the world is about to come, and the soldiers will soon fight with the Qin army."

"Come, there is a banquet today, have fun!"

"You can eat meat and drink one cup of wine."

Qin Yulong looked at the back of Emperor Yingguo, slowly bowed, and said, "Yes!"

Emperor Ying smiled and said, "Go ahead."

Even though this famous general, who had married the daughter of a high-ranking official of the enemy country and was once a knight-errant, was sufficiently valued and trusted, he slowly withdrew and went forward to pass on the military order of Emperor Yingguo.

The slight impact of the events of the previous two days on the morale of the army had already been completely suppressed by the performance of Emperor Yingguo in the past two days. Now that the war is imminent, they can eat meat to their heart's content and even drink a glass of wine.

So the army was delighted, everyone was extremely happy. The 500,000-strong army set up camps in a row, went to get meat, wash rice and cook. From the generals to the soldiers, everyone was worried and nervous about the upcoming war.

But we should also forget and let go of these pressures for a while during such celebration.

They ate to their heart's content, celebrating the moment and forgetting all their worries. Emperor Yingguo came in person to have fun with the old soldiers. When they talked about the fights and clashes of the past, he still remembered and laughed a lot, recalling all the joys and sufferings of the past.

The emperor could still eat meat and drink wine, and his demeanor was calm.

Then he stood up and said, "Everyone, wait a minute to drink..." When he stood up, the old soldiers and brave generals all stood up respectfully and looked at the man who led them to conquer all directions and led the Great Ying Kingdom to the historical peak.

The emperor, who was about to embark on the road to peace, stood up, raised his glass, and said:
"Respect the Emperor!!"

It was sunset, dyeing the forest red. Jiang Wanxiang looked at the soldiers and brave soldiers in front of him and felt dazed. The faces of these people seemed blurry, yet clear. Memory and reality were intertwined.

The rough and brave warriors laughed:

"To the King!"

The men with blue dragon patterns smiled:

'General, drink! You have to drink too, hahahaha, you can't lose to us. You can't pretend to be drunk like you did in the past! Brother Gao Xiang, you should also lead the way and drink, don't just sit there and laugh! '

'Look, you're laughing again!'

The Royal Guards gritted their teeth, their eyes determined: "Brother, we will definitely win!"

The old Emperor of Ying was in a trance, and he seemed to see more people in the blurry sunset. But at this moment, he suddenly heard a voice saying, "Emperor, Emperor?"

Emperor Ying looked up and saw the brave soldier saying:

"The battle will begin soon. Your Majesty doesn't drink, so we brothers dare not drink this."

Emperor Ying looked at the wine in the cup and smiled. He laughed loudly, holding the hilt of the sword at his waist with his left hand, holding the wine cup with his right hand, raised it and laughed:

"Everyone, fight hard."

"Fight for peace!"

The army responded with a roar, and the brave men of the world raised their wine cups and bowls and shouted:
"Fight for peace!"

The sound surged and rolled in the sky. The Emperor of Ying State laughed loudly. He looked deeply at the men in front of him who were looking at him with smiles. He turned around, holding his cloak in his hand. When he turned around, his sleeves and cloak rolled up, like black clouds that swallowed up the red light of the past sun.

Emperor Yingguo walked into his central military camp.

Then, he fell forward heavily.

He saw the sky rolling, everything changing, and the bloody sunset suddenly turning upside down, like a burning charcoal in a furnace that had struggled with all its light and strength, falling to the ground and flickering.

"His Majesty!!!"

"His Majesty!!"

Yuwen Lie and He Ruoqinhu came over together. They supported Emperor Yingguo, who finally fell ill on the bed. His expression gradually became arrogant. His eyes were calm, and he lay on the bed and said, "Yuwen."

Yu Wenlie said: "Your Majesty."

Emperor Ying looked at the arrogant general and said, "You have a cold and arrogant temperament, but you have the integrity and perseverance of a general. Generals like you are the pillars of the country. The country will be strong and brave without you."

"But, being too strong will break easily. You are a sharp blade. You cannot break yourself because of your arrogance..."

Emperor Ying coughed a few times, then looked at He Ruoqinhu over there, beckoned him over, and said softly: "Mr. Qinhu, you have followed me the longest, have rich experience, and are brave for the country, but you have too many family and party connections."

"I don't doubt your loyalty to your country, but you are loyal to the country, but what about those forces and parties that are entangled with you? They are taking advantage of the power of others and causing chaos in the world. Won't they still ruin your reputation?"

He Ruoqinhu's expression suddenly changed. He knelt on the ground and said, "I understand."

The Emperor of Ying State stretched out his hand and grasped the palms of Yuwen Lie and He Ruoqinhu. His palms were still warm. He pulled them both and said, "You are both the pillars of my Great Ying. After I leave, my Great Ying State will be in your hands."

"Yulong is still young. You two should help him."

"Give him my sword and let him know, cough, cough, cough..."

Emperor Yingguo's face flushed, and he coughed for a while, but as if there was steel in his mouth, he said, "I never doubted him."

Yuwen Lie said: "Your Majesty, take a rest first and wait for the dragon's health to recover."

Emperor Ying was lying there, and he said calmly, "After I die, the funeral will not be announced."

Yuwen Lie and He Ruoqinhu had frozen expressions on their faces, and there was grief on their faces.

Emperor Yingguo said calmly: "I will die. With the strength of you all, we are not inferior to the enemy. However, as the Grand Master said, the mechanism is the number one general Xue Guogong five hundred years ago, and there are also fierce generals such as Yue Qianfeng. Our army is galloping here, so I am afraid it will be difficult to gain an advantage."

"I'm afraid this battle will not be able to fulfill my wish."

"but!"

Emperor Ying held the hands of the two generals tightly, and said word by word, "Even if I die, you must take away those things that have been stigmatized for eight hundred years, and those things that will threaten the peaceful world."

"It was all used up on the battlefield!" "Don't feel sorry for it, those are things that will never be needed in the era after us!"

Yuwen Lie and He Ruoqinhu felt the Emperor Ying's hand tightening in an instant. That huge force was totally unlike that of an old man on his deathbed. They were grief-stricken and said, "Yes, we will obey your majesty's order."

Emperor Ying lost all his strength, and lay there, chuckling:

"Finally, he died of his old age..."

"Really? What a pity."

"Jiang Wanxiang, you are really a waste."

He closed his eyes and suddenly heard a noisy sound coming from outside. He was puzzled and asked what was going on. Qin Yulong entered and said, "There was a sudden solar eclipse in the sky, and the soldiers were noisy."

Emperor Ying lowered his eyes.

So Jiang Wanxiang laughed.

"what……"

"I heard that in ancient times, when a heroic leader died, there would be a destiny. I was born as a bastard of the royal family, and I couldn't even afford a horse or armor at the beginning. I have finally come to this point. Will the heaven change for me?"

He closed his eyes and whispered, "Jiang Su."

The three generals suddenly felt sad.

Jiang Wanxiang said softly: "Sing the Chi Le Song again..."

But at this time, Jiang Su was still fighting for the world at Zhenbei Pass. Yuwen Lie gritted his teeth and strode out, looking at the panicked soldiers, and said: "Your Majesty, you are fine!!!"

"It's just that I suddenly feel like singing the Chi-Le Song today."

These brave soldiers were all confused, but when they looked at each other, they didn't know who started singing. The voice was not a very melodious and beautiful singing voice. The men who traveled the world and fought in all directions had rough and unpleasant voices when they sang ballads.

But for the coarseness and out-of-tune of one man, there is the bravery of ten men.

When the three armies and tens of thousands of people shouted, there was a desolation and grandeur that could shake even the heaven and earth.

Three hundred years ago, the world was divided into north and south. The Southern Chen was the land of culture, while the Northern Chen was in opposition to the grasslands. The songs of the Northern Chen were desolate and solemn, so when the sun went down, the three armies sang the Chi-Le Song together.

"Chi Le Chuan, at the foot of Yin Mountain, the sky is like a dome, covering the whole area."

"The sky is blue, the wild is vast, and the wind blows the grass and sees cattle and sheep."

The heroic ballad will never be spread, the song in the yurt is natural.

The heroic spirit of Zhongzhou lasts forever.

Also went to Chi Lechuan in Yinshan Mountain.

Jiang Wanxiang tapped the beat with his fingers and slowly closed his eyes.

The setting sun seemed to cover him again. He was in a daze for a long time and felt the sunlight was dazzling, but suddenly a hand patted his shoulder. He was in a daze for a moment and sat up suddenly. He was still sixteen or seventeen years old.

Just when he was confused and puzzled, he suddenly heard a shout.

"Hey, Jiang Wanxiang."

A young girl blinked: "What are you standing there for?!"

"Today I will go with you to buy horses and armor. Don't you have anything to say about the world?!"

"Why, you don't want it?"

"You still say, ahem, a real man, holding a weapon, riding a war horse, sweeping across the world, to wipe out the chaos of the past two hundred years, to bring peace to the world!"

"Big talk, shameless."

The young man was stunned, and for some reason, he burst into tears.

Looking at the back of his friend Gao Xiang and the girl walking away, he grinned, followed them and said, "Here I come!"

Jiang Wanxiang tapped the beat with his fingers.

Heavy hanging down.

Never lift it again.

………………

And on that day, the Ancient Red Dragon roared and carried the green-robed swordsman on his back. An old fellow like the Ancient Red Dragon had been galloping across this land thousands of years ago, and he had never seen a figure like the green-robed swordsman.

"You have destroyed the destiny with one sword. There will never be another person like you in the past three thousand years or the next three thousand years."

The ancient red dragon's voice was vague. Murong Longtu sat on the dragon's head, looking at the world with a smile, and said, "Really?"

The ancient red dragon said: "Haha, is there any lie?"

"Your skills are so advanced that they can't be any more advanced!"

"From ancient times to the present, you are considered a legend in all martial arts legends. You have a unique spirit!"

Murong Longtu sat there cross-legged, leaning on the dragon horn, looking into the distance without saying a word. That trace of vitality had already begun to dissipate. What the Life-Extending Gu feared most was that kind of sharp and domineering aura.

The aura of the king, the aura of the army, and the fierce sword aura.

The swordsman looked into the distance and said, "It is time for old men like us to deal with the old things. You are a good omen, so you don't have to get involved in such things. The ancient red dragon is the symbol of the Red Emperor's lineage. If you show up, all the blood shed before will be in vain."

"Besides, even if you have an army of 500,000 plus the top ten generals in the world, you will still die, but it's better than this."

The ancient red dragon sneered: "Just them?!"

"You want me to die, but do you know how I got this reputation as the greatest auspicious sign in the history?"

Murong Longtu just chuckled.

The ancient red dragon said: "Murong Dragon Map! Murong Dragon Map!"

Murong Longtu opened his eyelids a little and replied lazily, "Still alive."

The ancient red dragon said: "Oh."

Murong Longtu looked at the sky and the earth, and suddenly said, "Do you think there won't be swordsmen like me in the world in the future?"

The ancient red dragon said solemnly: "No, there won't be another swordsman like you in the past three thousand years or the future three thousand years. I'm afraid there won't be anyone as amazing as you in my life."

Murong Longtu smiled and said, "You are still young."

The ancient red dragon glared in anger.

Murong Longtu chuckled, and gently stroked the green bamboo with his fingers. Suddenly he said, "Chilong, is there anyone in the era of people you have seen who can prosper forever?"

The Ancient Red Dragon was silent, and said, "No, even if it is a good era at the beginning, it will continue to change, eventually accumulating various contradictions, and eventually erupting into various battlefields, and then being replaced by a new dynasty."

Murong Longtu said: "But, the world is getting better and better, isn't it?"

“Even if there are twists and turns, we must stride forward, just like a swordsman’s life.”

He stretched out his hand, the swordsman had white hair, and swept his finger across the green bamboo, saying: "I forged swords when I was young, and learned swordsmanship after my family was destroyed. After I mastered the ruthless sword art, I turned to the affectionate one. Later, my wife and children left me one by one, and I sat there forgetting all my feelings again."

"Hold the sword, practice the sword, abandon the sword, and finally the sword will no longer matter."

"Six years ago, or seven years ago, when I was in Zhongzhou, I challenged all the masters, the six palace masters, and the martial arts legends in the world. I said that I wanted to let you know that there will never be a swordsman like me in the future."

"I wanted to monopolize the world's surging and domineering sword spirit, but now I suddenly feel that I was too much of a swordsman at that time, too arrogant and too resolute."

The sword maniac smiled, and said dignifiedly:

"I was wrong!"

"There will be more swordsmen like me in the future!"

"Besides, there won't be just one!"

The ancient red dragon was shocked, but the sword maniac remained calm and confident, following the sword path:
"It is impossible for even a natural saint to solve all future difficulties in one go. Even the world created by Guan Yi and his people will have problems after hundreds of years. The world will also run out of luck by then."

"Then, there will definitely be someone who will hold a sword and let the world die."

“Then we will usher in a new era of peace.”

"I keep going back and forth, like a man climbing a mountain, like swinging a sword, and eventually going up. My name is just a swordsman in the rivers and lakes, and I will eventually be buried in the dust of the world. However, the sword that made the world die will live forever, and will exist for all generations."

"Is the way of the sword the power itself?"

"As long as you see this predicament, you still have the will to hold the sword and draw it."

"As long as you see someone who is invincible, you still hold the sword in your heart."

"Even if I'm powerless, it's still——"

"Not inferior to the swordsman of Murong Longtu!"

"Murong Longtu cut off the luck of a country and the vitality of a country in the midst of thousands of troops today, just to let the people of the world in the future know that no matter how huge the gap is, there is still a way with this sword."

The ancient red dragon listened quietly to Murong Longtu's words.

Then the swordsman put his fingers together and swept forward, his white hair flying, and said calmly:

"This is Murong Longtu's last sword in this life."

"Pass on the true meaning of this sword to all living beings."

"The sword points to the world."

"May all living beings in this world have this sword in their hearts. May there be swordsmen who are unwilling to give up and rise up from generation to generation. May all people in this world be swordsmen like me, Murong Longtu."

"Red Dragon."

"What do you think of my sword?"

After a long time, the Ancient Red Dragon said, "That's the best."

Then the swordsman laughed out loud.

Amid the laughter, the sound of swords rang out, but they gradually stopped.

Murong Longtu loosened his palm, and the green bamboo flew out of the red dragon and shattered in the air. The broken light was like bamboo leaves, just like this mighty and majestic sword intent, scattered everywhere in the world.

The ancient red dragon opened its mouth.

He felt sad again, but he did not call the sleeping swordsman again. The dragon's roar exerted its auspicious power, and the sound of swords resounded throughout the states. The swordsmen looked up and saw the sea of ​​clouds rolling in all directions, like crimson and gold.

Layer upon layer, it looks like the sky.

There was an ancient red dragon carrying a green-robed swordsman with white hair and bowed head on its back.

Fly across the rivers and lakes and the world, and fly into the clouds.

Never see you again.

(End of this chapter)