If the sword of Xuanyuan sword has a soul

heavy night

There was still a night light burning in Yu Wentuo's study.

The young maid knocked gently on the door with a lacquered gold tray.

"Come in."

A clear and peaceful voice sounded from the room, and the maid just opened the door and entered.

The study room is not very luxuriously furnished, several rows of pearwood bookshelves surround the four walls, and densely packed volumes are stacked on top of it.

On the red sandalwood long table next to the window, there are all kinds of stationery utensils,

"My lord ordered me to bring some ginseng soup."

The maid gently placed the jasper bowl on the tray on the table beside her, while secretly looking at the long table.

This was the first time she saw Yu Wentuo.

A young man in a long red satin dress stood behind the case, with long bronze-colored hair pulled high, and a pair of narrow and long phoenix eyes under his sharp eyebrows. He was staring at the case at this time, his eyelashes half-down, and he couldn't see the sparkle in his eyes clearly.

Feeling her peeping, the boy looked up at her.

An unremarkable glance.

A glance without any emotion.

But it made her body stiffen, her whole body trembled, and she dared not move.

A pair of upturned phoenix eyes contained a pair of pupils of different colors.

The azure is like the sea, and the reddish brown is like gold. Under such lights, there is a sober, cold and sharp bewitching light like ice and snow.

Born with demon pupils.Rumors in the market suddenly appeared in her mind.

That was no joke...

Yu Wentuo took a full look at her reaction, and said lightly: "Just put the ginseng soup there." He turned his gaze back to the scroll.

There is a person painted on the silk, standing on the top of the peak, with sharp eyebrows and eyes like a knife's edge, slightly hooked lips, with an arrogance that no one in the world can match.

I'm afraid that such a face has turned into dry bones.

A touch of melancholy flowed out from his eyelids, it was the helpless streamer created by time.

In the vast world and the world of mortals, no one will know who the person in the painting is.

He never mentioned the name of his previous life.

Silently throwing the picture scroll in your hand into the charcoal furnace and burning it to ashes

In the past time and space, red men and dolls, just like this, slowly fell silent in his eyes.

Yu Wentuo stepped to the window, pushed open the vermilion casement, the air-conditioning and the cold moon shone on his face, making his face pale and cold even more.

Jade stones on top of the wind and snow in the north are ordinary.

Chen Guozhi's rebellion was like a broken bamboo all the way.

Yang Su finally made up his mind and talked to him about the counter-insurgency today.

Yu Wentuo's eyes were calm, looking at the night outside the window.

This battle must go.

Not only because of Yu Wentuo's obsession, but even himself, it is impossible to watch the flames of war, because he couldn't bear it for a while, and the established fate was full of variables, which eventually led to the end of the invasion of the demon world.

This is the bottom line of being a human being.

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Gunpowder smoke, flames of war, corpses, broken swords, life and death, protection and aggression are intertwined into a beautiful battle song on this land.

Everywhere I looked, there were corpses everywhere.

An army of [-] came roaring in the distance.

"We can't stop it."

The soldiers beside the general trembled.

They have blocked for three days, and now they are really at the end of their rope.

"At least until the imperial court's reinforcements arrive." Stretching out the long knife at his waist, the general hissed, "Behind us is our home, our country, and we must not let others invade it!"

"Fight, brethren, we die with honor!"

The bright blade pointed straight at the sky, and his eyes were burning with fiery flames.

It's just that the flame can't burn out the sorrow in everyone's heart.

A soldier had tears in his eyes.

It was a young child with green eyes.

He thought of his hometown.

There is a winding and clear river in his hometown, and across the river is a golden rapeseed field. When spring comes, he leads his sister to walk barefoot on the pebbles at the bottom of the river to pick those rapeseed flowers...

Now, he can never go back to his hometown again.

An army of one hundred thousand is approaching.

Death is also approaching.

"Reinforcements are coming!" Suddenly a soldier hissed.

"Reinforcements are coming!".

The general reached out to wipe the blood spattered on his face, and looked in the direction the soldier pointed.

The ranks of horses held high the flag of the Sui Dynasty and came from the right side, but in the blink of an eye, they had already arrived in front of him.

The general tremblingly asked: "Where is the big army?".

The leader was a teenager about twelve or thirteen years old, with a golden mask on his face, without even looking at him, he got off his horse and said: "There is no large army, I am enough alone!"

A golden ancient sword appeared in the boy's hand.

Facing the [-] troops rushing towards him, Yu Wentuo felt as calm as water.

With this sword swung, in the eyes of the world, Yu Wentuo is about to die, and the one who lives is a god, a demon, a demon, or a ghost!

But so what?

He doesn't regret it.

Life is alive, no regrets, that's enough.

The sound of horseshoes sounded like thunder, exploding in his ears.

The boy with the golden mask finally swung the sword.

What kind of style is that?

The sword energy spans hundreds of thousands of miles, and the light of a sword is cold to nineteen continents.

What kind of beauty is that?

The fierce sword energy soared to the extremes of the sky, the brilliance was dazzling, and everything in this world seemed to lose its color.

What kind of cruelty is that?

One hundred thousand souls were killed by the golden sword.

Ash, fly, smoke, extinguish.

The smoke cleared away, and under the bloody setting sun, only the thin figure standing with the sword remained in everyone's eyes.

It's obviously just a boy's figure, but he has the cruel determination of Shura's devil, and a pair of sober and compassionate demon eyes.At that moment, it seemed that he was the only one standing alone in the vast world, the setting sun was all over the place, and his clothes were blood red.

so lonely.

Since then, the name of Yu Wentuo has been known all over the world.

The author has something to say: Damn, Jinjiang, do you dare not swallow my text?