Chapter 452: Crazy and insane
"Today, Shushan and the human race will be destroyed!"
The demon king groaned loudly.
He opened his arms to end this battle once and for all.
Countless demons condensed majestically behind him, forming a layer of fog that covered the sky, falling down, and trying to engulf everyone.
"Hmph, I never thought that I would destroy Shushan a second time." The demon king said calmly with no expression on his face.
"Destroy it."
The demonic mist solidifies and falls, trying to melt everyone into it.
Xiang Wuhui raised his head and looked at this scene. The wildness in his eyes actually dissipated a little.
In his old eyes, there was an indescribable indifference.
He looked around at Ni Shuang, Yan Ze, Jiang Yunqing, Ji Yao and others.
They are all friends of that boy.
But because of his wrong decision, he will now be buried here with himself...
Thinking about this, the word 눕깊 appeared in my heart.
regret.
He regretted...놊He should have been persuaded by that boy.
I should have been relying on my heart, firming up my own ideas, suppressing the demon clan alone, sealing off Shushan, and letting these young people get involved.
He regrets...
He should teach Su Ming the swordsmanship so that he can cultivate enough to dare to stay here and fight against the demon lord, but ultimately die in vain.
He regretted even more that a hundred years ago, he failed to persuade his senior brothers, which ultimately led to Li Xuan and Liu Die'er being forced into a desperate situation, killing countless disciples and attracting the demon king!
In his opinion, those bullshit etiquette and ancient laws passed down from the ancestors of Shushan are just tools to restrain people's hearts and are useless!
Senior brother Wei Tianhai regards it as the truth...
But at that time, Xiang Wuhui didn't say anything and chose to remain silent.
He had no chance to stop all the catastrophes caused.
Every time, he makes the wrong decision.
Jiu Jianzun, who is used to seeing life and death, has long been numb to his own death.
But these young people are the hope of humanity.
Why, do you think they will be destroyed along with you?
"I have no regrets. I have always had no regrets?"
he murmured to himself.
Jiu Jianzun drank a pot of top-notch red wine, feeling the fragrance of the wine flowing into his limbs, and a few glimmers of light appeared in his eyes.
It was as if the shackles of the sword realm were shattered.
When the demon king heard this, he burst into laughter.
"Xiang Wugui, are you begging for mercy?" He smiled lightly, but he did not restrain himself from the killing move in his hand, but pressed it down even faster!
Gai's pressure fell from the sky, causing the sky to turmoil.
Xiang Wugui answered in silence with an expressionless face.
People who seem free and easy are actually the most free and easy.
At this moment, his eyes recalled a girl.
Back then, he also had a confidante.
When Xiang Wuhui was young and went down the mountain to slay demons, he met a mortal girl who was a teacher.
The two fell in love at first sight.
But she got a strange disease and died of premature aging.
The Shushan Taoist method heals instantly, but it must not be used on mortals, otherwise it will destroy the barrier between the monk world and mortals.
So, Xiang Wugui didn't do anything and just watched her die like that.
Even until her death, he never revealed his feelings.
At that time, Xiang Wuhui was over eighteen or nineteen years old. Although he knew that the etiquette and laws of Shushan were bullshit, he still chose to abide by them.
Because at that time he was dedicated to seeking the Tao and wanted to explore the true essence of swordsmanship.
Once he deviates from Shushan's laws, Shushan will also expel him from the master's sect, and he will never have the chance to practice swords again.
Therefore, between love and the sword, he chose the sword without any hesitation.
He regretted this matter.
regret!
Endless regrets!
There was coldness in Xiang Wuhui's eyes, which was a reproach to himself.
He even said that he was even worse than that boy Li Xuan!
After all, Li Xuan decisively gave up his kendo skills in order to be with Liu Die'er!
How free and unrestrained this is, how wild!
녦……
Regret is regret.
If he had to do it again, he would still choose this way.
Because, God is ruthless.
As a general manager, you have to be the one who carries the heavyweight, so that the common people in the world can be less miserable.
Do you feel pain, regret, and suffering?
Of course there is pain, regret, and suffering!
It must be borne by others.
Regret, so what? !
At this moment, Xiang Wuhui more or less understood the persistence of his senior brother.
It all boils down to two words, responsibility.
When the life and death of the people are all in your mind, you have to give up something.
One person's pain is insignificant compared with the pain of everyone in the world.
But this does not mean that Xiang Wuhui will become as stubborn as his senior brother.
He has decided to take a new path for Shushan, the human race, and sword cultivation.
Xiang Wuhui's eyes were clear, he raised his sword with one arm and pointed at the sky.
"I said...I regret it!"
The broken wooden sword in his hand trembled in awe.
Immediately, the terrifying sword energy swept over like a phoenix, like a curtain dancing wildly for nine days!
The sword energy swept through the sky and covered the sky.
Only when you understand that you have regrets can you break and then stand up, then you will truly have no regrets!
His state of mind was instantly clear and transcendent to the realm of the venerable.
He actually...became a saint!
Unlike those who change jobs, monks in this world will increase their lifespan by a lot every time their cultivation level is improved.
Entering the holy realm, you can easily live for hundreds of years.
And when they level up, 놊 requires experience points, while 녦뀪 relies on "enlightenment".
After the realm is upgraded, the life span is nourished. Xiang Wuhui's appearance also becomes younger.
His hair is white, and he becomes a middle-aged swordsman.
Boom!
The next moment, Xiang Wuhui, the wine swordsman, holding a broken wood sword, slanted up and killed into the sky!
He raised his head and drank a mouthful of strong wine, his eyes flashing with brilliance!
He opened his mouth and chanted, his voice was like a bell:
He was crazy and crazy, and he flew a sword for thousands of miles.
He lay on the clouds and forgot the sword scriptures hundreds of times.
All the monsters came to the world? I think it's nonsense!
He drank Wuhui's wine, and danced with a long sword to cut the sky!
His dusty ancient robe, like the shadow of the sword energy, followed him across.
He only had one arm left, and his body was seriously injured and had not healed. He looked bloody, but he was very cool.
At this moment, his fighting spirit was several times more terrifying than his peak period before!
Only when you know how insignificant you are, shoulder the great responsibility of heaven, abandon your ego and protect the human race, can you become a sword saint in the world!
Only when you understand this truth can you break into the realm of sword saint in this world.
This sword is unparalleled in power, and it can actually shatter the space in an instant.
This sword is like thousands of swords, tens of thousands of swords, and the light is brilliant.
The demon fog controlled by the demon king was chopped and swallowed by the infinite sword light, and instantly dissipated into nothingness and annihilation.
Puff!
This sword directly slashed on the chest of the demon king.
This sudden sword was really beyond expectations.
The demon king didn't have time to respond, and was slashed back a step, with a wisp of purple demon blood overflowing from the corner of his mouth, and the sword mark on his chest was hideous.
There was a hint of surprise in his eyes.
"You... have entered the holy realm!?"
Zi Tuo rarely showed such an inappropriate expression.
Because he was the monarch of the demon clan, what he represented was not himself, but the majesty of the entire demon clan.
