The Sword Dynasty

No one knows what it means to need a sword now.

But in the eyes of these sergeants and practitioners who are still loyal to him, even if he dies himself, he can preserve some face.

So a practitioner standing beside him handed a sword in silence.

Yuan Wu held the sword.

The moment he held the sword in his hand, it seemed that some vitality returned to his body.

However, his hands began to tremble at the same time.

"Too heavy."

He looked at the sword and shook his head. "A lighter sword."

This sword is called "Qing Jue", not the standard sword of the Qin Dynasty, but in the world of practitioners, the weight of this sword is not too heavy.

The sergeants and practitioners around still didn't understand what he was thinking, but when he heard this, more than a dozen swords were handed over.

Among these swords, there are short swords as thin as cicada wings, there are three-foot-long fingers, and there are also seven-foot long swords, but the body is extremely thin and light, and the weight is only a fraction of that of ordinary swords.

Yuan Wu glanced at the swords and held one of the long yellow swords.

This sword is named "Xuanmu", and it is made of a kind of diamond wood in the extremely cold land. After grinding, the sharpness is comparable to that of fine gold, but the weight is one-third of the ordinary black iron sword.

Yuan Wu held the sword, and then he stood up.

This sword looked like a cane to him at this time, but he stood up and stopped shaking. The sergeants and practitioners around him looked at him with admiration and admiration.

There is no real element in Yuanwu's body now. To the world of practitioners, it is a waste person. However, even with this, his attitude of holding a sword and the manner of using a sword are still few people can reach.

Yuan Wu brandished his sword.

A slight whine sounded in the air.

The void in Yuan Wu’s eyes disappeared again, and he seemed to be alive again, laughing at himself, "This sword is called Qian Qingfeng. With the practice of the widows in the past, it is a palace, and it has to be lifted. Flying out, I just can't think of just being able to bring up such a whimpering wind like an old dog."

The sergeants and practitioners behind him all felt sad, and some even cried out.

"Let's go."

Yuan Wu, however, waved his hand very lightly, beckoning these sergeants and practitioners to leave.

"Holy Lord!" These sergeants and practitioners startled, raising their heads one after another.

"What's the point of you staying?" Yuan Wu just waved his hand again and smiled slightly, "Finally, it's not just between me and him?"

A cultivator heard Yuan Wu's meaning and moved: "Holy Lord, you want to be with Ding Ning..."

Yuan Wu glanced at him, nodded, and interrupted his words

Everyone can see that his mind has been decided.

Everyone can see that he doesn't want to talk any more.

These sergeants and practitioners did not speak much, and after worshipping salutes, they left.

Among the few black camp tents, only Yuan Wu was left.

The whole world seems to be quiet, and it seems that only Yuan Wu is left.

There was not much in this temporary camp, and these soldiers and practitioners did not take much away when they left.

When the wind blew the camp's door and made a slight knocking sound, Yuan Wu looked out from the raised camp curtain and saw the marching iron pan on the brazier whose flame had been extinguished.

Next to the marching iron pot, some dry food was piled.

There are millet rice cakes that are very dry and hard, and beef and mutton that are dried.

Yuan Wu smiled bitterly.

There was a sound in his belly, not caused by any flow of vitality in the past, but just a pure stomach.

He has not had such a feeling of hunger and panic for many years, especially after reaching the Eight Realms, he rarely needs to eat and drink like ordinary people.

However, even in the course of his previous practice, his control of diet and daily life was extremely harsh, and most of his food was an elixir conducive to practitioners.

He stepped out of the camp and started a fire.

The flame rose, boiling the water in the marching pan.

He cut some dried beef and mutton into it and waited until it boiled again. He shredded the millet rice cakes and put them in the pot. Then he put the salt granules and some wild grass that can increase the aroma and color of the food.

He had seen many of these in the previous battle with Han Zhaowei. Although he rarely did it by himself, he was no stranger.

He began to eat.

Hunger is the source of all good food.

The crude and simple food of this pot was a long-lost taste for Yuanwu at this time, and it was difficult to describe with words.

Satisfaction is easy to make people think a lot. For example, with Qili **, for Yuanwu at this time, this pot of food that makes him full of warmth reminds him of many beautiful things in this world. Let him have more courage to survive.

If death is the final result, then these foods can also allow him to enjoy many good things before death.

He touched the slightly swollen belly and looked up toward Changling.

He smiled, and there was a lot of bitterness and resentment in his smile, but it was suddenly more fierce and fierce.

"I want to thank you for pushing me to this step."

He looked at Changling and smiled to himself, "Dissatisfaction comes from dissatisfaction. Since many years ago, I have lived in your shadow. You naturally feel that I am mediocre, and it is far inferior to you both in strategy and cultivation. But I don’t think so. I don’t think I’m weaker than you. I naturally want to prove that I’m stronger than you. I can kill you, so you die, and I eventually ascended the throne to become the strongest emperor in the world. "

"But I didn't expect the Nine Dead Silkworm to make you live again. I didn't have confidence in the cultivation of this matter, but when I crossed the eight realms, I was even more dissatisfied, but I had already won the world, and I dared not take risks. "

"Dare not to take risks is to be afraid to deal with you. Now that I think about it clearly, I regret it. You and I should have used such a duel to understand. As early as when you entered Changling and became famous, then I It should be duel with you."

"I didn’t dare before, I was scared before, but it doesn’t mean that I think I’m really inferior to you, really better than you... I’m really unconvinced. Now that I have nothing, I have nothing to fear. ?I have the confidence to deal with you now, and have the confidence to try to kill you."

Yuan Wu slowly stood up.

He carried the sword and began to walk.

He doesn't have a true yuan now, so walking to Changling is easy to be tired, but he would rather be like this, because the more he is, the faster he can adapt and get used to it without real yuan.

Ding Ning told everyone in the world that he should be given a fair chance to fight.

He is now going to Changling to fight Ding Ning fairly.

Since he is already a waste person without real elements, Ding Ning naturally wants to empty all the real elements in his body.