After gathering the seven deadly sins brothers, summon the younger sister!

The slender reeds on both sides of the road are tall and lush, and the green leaves are full of spring.

The breeze blows gently, and the reed leaves sway like ribbons, casting long mottled shadows in the moonlight.

The swaying light and shadow fell on the man's face, flickering, making the already terrifying Nuo opera mask even more eerie.

He showed up today, wearing a shirt with plum blossom pattern on the sleeves and a palace belt around his waist. The black silk thread was strung together with flower knots, which were interlocked in an orderly manner. The tassels at the bottom swayed in the wind, but there was no beauty to it, only a creepy feeling that made one's scalp tingle.

The bone Buddhist beads were still neatly worn around his neck. He stood in the middle of the narrow path, completely blocking Ji Changzheng's way.

A gust of wind caused the reeds to sway in waves, and the insects that were chirping happily in the grass suddenly fell silent.

The wind suddenly stopped, and the two men's eyes met for a moment, with murderous intent swirling around them.

"Shh-"

In a flash, two long swords were unsheathed at the same time, bringing up a burst of cold starlight.

Ji Changzheng jumped off his horse, controlling the speed, angle, and strength of his sword perfectly.

"Zheng——"

The crisp sound of the sword was like the shattering of jade at Kunshan, and the stirring sound lingered in the sky.

The two swords collided, the reeds were broken, and the sharp and terrifying sword energy cut through everything, spreading out a layer of milky white airflow.

The elite soldiers tried hard to steady the frightened horses, but before they could come to their senses, they heard a muffled cough, and the General Tiance, whom they were proud of in their faith, was forced to take two steps back.

With just one move of confrontation, Ji Changzheng was at a disadvantage.

He steadied the violent internal force in his body. The palm of his hand holding the sword was numb from the shock. He frowned and looked carefully at the sword in the masked man's hand.

In the confrontation just now, it was not Ji Changzheng who lost, but his sword.

As he fought on the battlefield, the sword that had brought him many military exploits suddenly broke.

This sword is also a rare and famous sword, but it is so much inferior to the one in the masked man's hand.

Unfortunately, it was dark at night and he couldn't see clearly.

Until the man took the initiative to hold the sword across his body, wiped the sword with his fingertips, and blood flowed from his cut fingers, flowing along the lines of the sword.

Just like a river with dry branches is slowly being filled.

The moonlight was brighter than before, and a ray of light shone down, illuminating the sword.

Or rather, the sword was so dazzling that even the moonlight seemed dim.

It's not that the moonlight is brighter, but that everything pales in comparison to this sword.

He saw it clearly.

One side of the sword is engraved with the sun, moon and stars, while the other side is engraved with mountains, rivers and plants.

On one side of the hilt is written the art of farming and animal husbandry, while on the other side is written the strategy of unifying the world.

Ji Changzheng's heart felt like it had fallen into boiling molten lava and was tumbling around. No matter how hard he tried to suppress it, his trembling fingers and lips that were pursed to the point of turning almost white still betrayed his emotions.

Shocked, stunned, disbelieving.

Just as described in the rumors and records in ancient books, this is a sword of the Holy Way, the Xuanyuan Sword, which symbolizes the unification of the world and has the same status as the imperial seal!

Furious and desperate, he searched for it, but who could have known that fate would play such a trick on him. Not only had the Xuan-Yuan Sword appeared in the world, it also had a home.

Who can win under this sword?

All the princes in the world must bow down to him and submit to him.

The bone Buddhist beads danced in violent arcs as their owner moved at high speed. In just a moment, those elite soldiers lost their lives before they could even scream.

In just a blink of an eye, the path was covered with corpses, and all the comrades who had fought with him against the enemy half an hour ago were dead.

The long raven-feather eyelashes drooped gently as if in mourning, half covering the surging, strange and deep emotions in the eyes like thick fog.

He bent down, picked up a soldier's sword, and waved it twice casually to see if it was suitable. After confirming that it was suitable, he suddenly raised his eyes and stared at the masked man.

Like two faint ghost lights, the light jumps and makes people tremble with fear.

The man held the Xuanyuan Sword in his hand, and every step he took was strangely silent.

Even though I was stepping on the muddy ground and fallen reeds, it was still eerily quiet.

The world seemed to have silenced as well.

He walked towards him, and it was obvious what he wanted to do.

This is the first time that the masked man exposes the Xuan-Yuan Sword to outsiders, and exposing it means that he will take your life.

Perhaps he also felt that no sword in the world could withstand his internal strength and could not take Ji Changzheng's life, so he sacrificed this divine object.

There was no need to say anything else, he just had to break Chi Zhao's spine.

The cold wind howled in the frenzy of sword energy, and the two men seemed to have turned into meteors in the sky, colliding and intersecting, and the friction of their swords produced dazzling sparks.

The sword dispersed when dodging, and the snow-white sword reflected Ji Changzheng's eyes and eyebrows as cold as ice.

"Zheng——"

"Zhengzhengzheng——"

Everything around was flattened.

Sword energy, internal strength, and consumption rate all turned into tangible milky white airflow.

The sword that he picked up casually was not a famous sword, and it was not broken yet. It was simply that Ji Changzheng used his internal strength to stabilize it.

If the sword breaks, the person's internal strength will be completely dissipated, his tendons and veins will be destroyed, and his body will not be able to withstand the pressure and will perish.

The galaxy turned upside down, the heaven and earth roared, and when Xuanyuan appeared, all the kings submitted to him.

"Zheng——"

The last sword, the last impact, it was as if the flesh and bones, and the soul were also trembling violently.

"Click——"

A crisp sound is actually insignificant in the raging noise, but it is as heavy as a trace of life that cannot be ignored.

There are fine cracks on the sword body, which looks very beautiful.

His lips had been bitten long ago, and there was blood in his mouth. The opponent's terrifying attack and internal force shook his body so much that he could not bear it. His ears were bleeding and his eyes were dripping with bloody tears.

Ji Changzheng, is this really the end for you today?

His will was like black iron, indestructible, but his mortal body collapsed before it could withstand the force that shook even the heavens and the earth.

There was a darkness in the masked man's eyes, like a thick pool of ink. No emotion could be seen in them, and he had no emotion at all. He pressed hard with the Xuanyuan Sword, and hot blood spurted out of Ji Changzheng's throat, staining the reeds on the ground red.

"Click——"

"Click——"

Ji Changzheng never took a step back. His determined eyes were like the bright moon that never sets. Blood flowed down from his mouth, nose, ears, and eyes, gathering at his jawline and dripping in large red beads.

"pat-"

"pat-"

He felt dizzy, his ears were ringing and his vision was blurred. Cracks covered the sword and it shattered at the slightest touch.

He was so fragile that even a slight breeze could shatter him.

At this time, the moon seemed to cause changes in the tides.

With a "bang", like a surging tide, the inexhaustible internal energy exploded around the two of them.

Someone held his blood-sticky hand holding the sword, and the endless internal strength helped him stabilize the broken sword at the critical moment.

The blood had already wet his eyelashes and eyeballs, and the stinging sensation made it impossible for him to see the person in front of him clearly.

But he recognized that voice.

Because he had just talked to her in the evening.

"You can't control a divine object like the Xuanyuan Sword."

A gentle breath came from the girl and enveloped Ji Changzheng.

The faint fragrance is like a lotus in the pond, or like a burning Buddhist incense stick, which makes people calm and peaceful.