There was something wrong with my past life

Looking back on his life over the past hundreds of years, the sword master felt as if his life was in a dream.

A hundred years seem like a blink of an eye.

Regarding the fact that he was about to face death completely, the sword master felt peaceful in his heart, perhaps because he had been waiting for this moment tonight for too long.

Moreover, the decision to leave had already been made a hundred years ago when he found the sky-cutting sword and decided to die for the sword to awaken it.

I still remember that when I was young, I was very timid, weak, and prone to crying. I was extremely afraid of death. Whenever I encountered anything remotely dangerous, I would hide behind my brother.

It was not because he wanted to put his brother in danger, but simply because, in the mind of the young sword master at that time, his brother was an omnipotent hero.

Such thoughts continued until the tragedy happened that night when the blood moon came.

In his mind...the great hero who was omnipotent in heaven and on earth fell.

No one can rely on him anymore, and he can hide behind him when he is in danger.

Therefore, he decided not to hide behind anyone anymore, and decided to become an upright man, just like his brother...

The sword master has no fear at all about death itself.

Because death is not a complete separation, I will always accompany my brother in another attitude, becoming the sharpest sword in his hand, cutting through thorns for him, and guarding him silently.

Even though...at that time I couldn't say anything, couldn't hear any sounds, couldn't see any pictures, and all consciousness had disappeared...

However, as long as I know that I will stay with my brother forever, everything will be fine.

Not long ago, more than a month after returning from the place of exile, Ning Ye, who had just woken up from a coma, went to the sword master and asked him why there were millions of people in the world, but they were so kind to just one person. .

The sword master at that time, because he knew his current physical condition and did not want Ning Ye to be too worried, did not talk about the brotherhood between the two, but only replied to Ning Ye that he was important to him. It is a special existence.

Later, Ning Ye asked him about the sword master who had mentioned that day that the sword master would feed the sword with his own body, and asked him if he would die.

The sword master at that time did not answer this question directly, but only said:

"I will never leave you. I will be by your side, forever and ever."

The voice of this sentence was very soft, but the tone was extremely firm, like an indestructible sword cutting through thorns.

This is the decision made by the sword master!

"Mom, why are you crying? And Uncle Sword Master, why are they pointing the wooden sword at Dad? Are they playing some special game?"

The only person in the field who has remained calm is probably Xiao Lian, who is still confused about the situation.

Xiao Lian felt very puzzled as to why her parents and the sword master's uncle were so strange tonight, crying at every turn.

After taking all the world's famous swords into his body, the sword master's soaring sword intent that originally shot into the sky gradually shrank and solidified.

In the end, not even a trace of the sword's intention could be felt, and it was completely restrained, like the spring breeze blowing on the face.

As the saying goes, laymen watch the excitement, while insiders watch the door.

Many cultivators who were watching in the distance thought that the sword master who was planning to hold back a big move now simply withered, and they started talking among themselves.

There was even a cultivator with a brain circuit that was different from other monks. He was very business-minded and started selling melon seeds, soda drinks, small benches and other items directly on the spot. It can be said that he made a fortune in a wave.

Different from these ordinary monks, big figures who have reached a certain level of cultivation, such as Chaoyue Shanglong Liuxi, feel that all the sword intent around the sword master is restrained in their bodies, and now they look like ordinary sword masters. , all with serious and solemn expressions.

They knew that this was the sword master pouring everything he had into that sword without reservation.

The sword master's body began to become illusory at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"Xiao Lian, the sword master's uncle is leaving...Finally, let's say goodbye to him."

Long Aojiao hugged her daughter tightly. She clearly understood what this meant, so she choked with sobs and warned her daughter.

As a sister-in-law, she knew very well that the sword master, as a brother-in-law, missed and liked her brother too much, so he loved everything related to Ning Ye.

Or to be more precise, only everything related to Ning Ye could make him care.

And Xiao Lian, to the sword master, is the most precious rare treasure in the world.

"Uncle Sword Master, are you going back to that mountain? Don't worry, Xiao Lian and dad will often bring delicious food to visit you on that mountain!"

Xiao Lian thought that the uncle of the sword master was going back to the mountain called Jianfeng, and she had even thought about the next thing.

As soon as I have time, I will take delicious food to the mountain to visit Uncle Sword Master. After all, there is nothing else delicious except for swords all over the mountain. Uncle Sword Master would definitely be too tired to stay in that kind of place alone. Bored and super hungry.

Well, that’s such a happy decision!

Hearing Xiao Lian's farewell voice, the sword master looked at her, and then a hint of warmth appeared at the corner of his mouth.

Then, as his body gradually faded, the best sword in the world raised high in his hand finally fell towards Ning Ye, and he slashed out the all-consuming sky-cutting sword!

This sword was not accompanied by any earth-moving, mountain-shaking, unparalleled vision of heaven and earth, nor was there any sharp sword energy that stirred up the wind and clouds.

On the contrary, this sword seemed extremely calm, as calm as if nothing happened, it was just a sword casually slashing into the air.

The monks who were watching from a distance only saw the sword master slashing out a sword, but they did not see any sword energy, nor did they feel any sword intention.

Everyone was talking about it, and they all felt that their intelligence had been insulted.

There was such a huge movement just now, with thousands of swords entering the body and sword energy soaring into the sky. How come at the end, the thunder was so loud and the raindrops were quieter? Even any sword cultivator in the field can produce sword energy and sword intent that are thousands of times better than this sword!

Isn’t this a scam?

As the saying goes, the forest is big and there are all kinds of birds. Naturally, there are also thoughtful people who realize that this sword is unusual.

To be able to not emit the slightest bit of sword intent, or the move itself is like an embroidered pillow without any useful information, but this situation is completely impossible for the sword master.

So it can only be another possibility.

This sword was so powerful that it exceeded everyone's understanding and perception, so they couldn't see or feel anything.

"Kacha!"

A deafening crisp crackling sound came from Ning Ye's body and from the sky.

Many onlookers were unaware of this and were frightened to death by the sudden sound.

As the leader of the Dao Alliance, Chao Sangyue heard the cracking sound and knew that everything had settled. He turned around and left, preparing to find the senior Daotian who was very unruly a thousand years ago in the Dao Alliance. It’s Chu Ran.

The main reason is that I am afraid that if I watch the show here too late, the reincarnation of this crooked senior Daotian will be killed by some people.

As for Ning Ye's eyes, after the sound of shattering, the phantoms of the birth and death of all things and the flow of stars gradually disappeared, returning to the clarity that ordinary people should have.

"Xiao Li..."

Looking at the sword master whose body was gradually becoming transparent and seemed to be dissipated in the wind, Ning Ye softly called the sword master's nickname.

Just like when he called his brother countless times.