Chapter 636: Wrath of Heaven

【Thirteen Deadly Swords】does not only have thirteen swords.

There is also the fourteenth sword that gives it soul, and the fifteenth sword that represents death and destruction, which no one can defeat and no one can control.

The stab of the four sword slaves in front of them is the reproduction of the fifteenth sword that they cannot master even if they put down all their specialties, in the form of a sword formation.

Jiazi is responsible for left and right, Yichou is responsible for up and down, Bingyin is responsible for front and back, and Dingmao is responsible for filling the gaps.

All life was extinguished, and the magic sword that made everything still seemed to reappear.

But this time there was only pure destruction.

The place where the sword tip pointed completely turned into nothingness.

The leaves had not yet fallen to the ground, but they had suddenly disappeared.

In this nothingness, it seemed that there were tens of millions of sharp swords and knives, and tens of millions of invisible hands were controlling them.

Even if a small grain of dust fell in, it would be chopped into tens of millions of pieces, becoming particles that could barely be observed with a microscope.

But this nothingness stopped an inch in front of the two girls.

The two moved forward, and nothingness turned into something.

The crushed leaves reappeared and fell to the ground again.

It was as if it had just been in a time that did not exist.

The murderous intent was eliminated.

The swords in the hands of the sword slaves turned into powder.

But they were unharmed.

It was not that they could not do it.

But Amber and Diewu did not want to.

"The master said that he had seen you before."

"Therefore, he is willing to only give you failure, not eternal sleep."

They were talking to the man in the thatched pavilion in the distance.

Li Lin had indeed seen Xie Xiaofeng.

In that strange time and space where he was the emperor of the martial arts world, Daqimen, Yihua Palace, and Shenjian Villa coexisted.

The four sword slaves had already knelt down.

The way Amber and Diewu responded was beyond their imagination. The only people who could do this were not ordinary people, only [immortals and Buddhas].

They could only do nothing, like an ostrich burying its head in the sand pit when facing a crisis.

"I will never forget such a sword. Is it reincarnation?"

When the old voice came to an end, the person in the thatched pavilion had already appeared in the weed-filled courtyard like a ghost.

There was no movement, as if he had been standing here from the beginning.

Xie Xiaofeng's Qinggong was as famous as his sword.

To be precise, Qinggong is the life of a swordsman.

As an excellent swordsman, his Qinggong is naturally excellent.

He once appeared in two cities two hours apart, two cities five hundred miles apart, dressed neatly and strolling leisurely.

Just like now, when his last voice landed in the courtyard, the four sword slaves realized his arrival.

Of course, Amber and Diewu were different. Their eyes always followed Xie Xiaofeng's figure, and his miraculous Qinggong seemed to be non-existent in front of them.

His amazing charm even when he was old also failed to impress the two.

When he was young, after he defeated Huashan Sect's first swordsman, "Dragon Swordsman" Hua Shaokun, at the age of ten, and after trying his first woman, he began to become absurd and romantic.

For most of his youth, he was not in the Divine Sword Villa, but in brothels and the boudoirs of young girls.

No woman could refuse him, and he never forced himself.

At his friend's wedding, he just stretched out his hand, and the most beautiful woman in the world, Murong Qiudi, the bride, left everything and followed him.

Even though they had never met before.

And now, his charm, his sword, and his lightness are ineffective in front of these two mysterious girls.

Even though his current martial arts have reached a limit and touched the mysterious spiritual realm, as long as he breaks through the fifteenth sword, he can reach the legendary realm of "the sword is the sword, I am me", "the sword is not the sword, I am not me", the legendary realm of [immortal Buddha].

His breakthrough is not a response.

Even if Yan Shisan used the fifteenth sword on him, he would not be able to do anything to him because his sword was now [untraceable].

He wanted to completely master the fifteenth sword that belonged to him after surviving the duel. He would rather cut off his thumb to seal the sword if he was not sure.

"It is not reincarnation."

"The body of response is not unique to Buddha. Ordinary people can also reflect the universe and be born from the world."

"Draw the sword."

"Xie Xiaofeng."

Amber and Diewu said, and the porcelain sword flew between the left and right hands of the two, with the tip of the sword pointing directly at the old man.

Xie Xiaofeng did not have a sword. The magic sword that belonged to him had been abandoned at the bottom of the lake, and the thumb of the sword hand's life was also cut off by himself.

But he still had a sword.

He himself was the magic sword.

He drew the [sword].

The side of Xie Xiaofeng that belonged to a human faded away in an instant.

Under extreme pressure, the destructive poisonous dragon imprisoned in his broken body began to lie dormant. A breeze blew by, a wind that he had not thought of for about twenty years.

[Earth Shattering, Heaven and Earth Burning]

This is the name of the sword, the name of his sword style that is as natural as the wind.

The fallen leaves on the bluestone bricks were blown up by the wind again and flew towards the two.

The sword is not the fallen leaves, but the invisible wind.

When the wind blows, who can resist it?

Who knows where the wind comes from?

Xie Xiaofeng's figure did not move.

But his spirit and his sword have already merged into the wind.

The strong wind swept across the earth, and there were indeed omissions.

But who can notice this omission?

And this omission, the center of the vortex of the wind, where the leaves are, is a change in the change, the inspiration and the strongest point of this sword style.

It is like the water rushing down from the mountain. When it flows down, you can clearly see the gap in it, but when you reach out your hand, the spring has already filled the gap.

The porcelain sword does not need to find the omission of the wind.

It just wakes up, and the clear sword energy crosses the sky.

The wind is also cut off equally.

Along with the sword in Xie Xiaofeng's heart, the dormant poisonous dragon.

Xie Xiaofeng smiled.

He is a swordsman who has reached the pinnacle. His whole life has been spent in the sword. The sword has become his life and his soul.

There is no sword in his heart, which means that he has no life and no soul.

What is left in this body is an ordinary and weak old man.

But he laughed.

Laughed heartily.

The four sword slaves also laughed.

"You are obviously no longer a sword."

"You have lost your life."

Amber and Diewu were puzzled. They could never put down the sword. The sword was their master and everything to them.

"I have been liberated." Xie Xiaofeng said, "Not just from the sword style of the fifteenth sword, but completely liberated from the sword."

"I am finally just Xie Xiaofeng."

In order to put down the sword, he once abandoned his birthright and wealth, faked his death and lived incognito at the bottom of society, to be a [useless Aji].

But he could not get rid of the sword.

To live, live with dignity, and let himself and the people he cares about live, Xie Xiaofeng holding the sword can only appear again.

"Even if I don't need the sword, I am Xie Xiaofeng."

The old man with white hair and beard waved his palm, without the slightest demeanor of a swordsman. The heavy but light palm force swept past, scraping the bluestone slabs along the road and the gate that had been blocking the courtyard into powder, revealing the brown soil underneath.

"You are stronger, but also weaker."

"You are only stronger than you were before you received the sword, but weaker than you were at that moment."

Amber and Diewu frowned.

"Maybe." Xie Xiaofeng smiled and nodded, "but that's only now."

He will definitely be stronger in the future than he was at that moment.

"I don't understand."

"Adding more to the story."

Amber and Diewu shook their heads and disappeared in the sword energy.

The story of the sword in this world is completely over.

The knife that will soon be comparable to the previous sword is coming.

But they did not stop.

They are going to find two swords.

A domineering and murderous sword.

A compassionate and merciful sword.

——

Forbidden City, Golden Palace.

The domineering figure who killed all the people who blocked his way was slowly moving forward.

He had disheveled hair and blood on his face, but he looked more like an emperor than the man in dragon robes on the dragon throne.

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"You are no longer the emperor. I am the true emperor."

The domineering figure waved his sleeves.

On the dragon throne, this person who should be the most honorable person on this land rolled down from the dragon throne in front of the man and fainted.

His eyes did not linger on the emperor at all, but just stepped on him, as if it was just a carpet or a step.

Until he sat on the dragon throne and laughed wildly for a long time, he looked down.

In his unbridled laughter, the emperor who was face-down on the ground had woken up and staggered to his feet.

"I am the true emperor of the Ming Dynasty. Since the Three Sovereigns and Five Emperors, no eunuch has ever been able to be an emperor."

The domineering figure on the dragon throne was actually a eunuch.

Anyone who saw him for the first time would not think so.

The emperor, who looked more like a white-faced scholar besides his arrogance, looked more like a eunuch.

It was as if their bodies were swapped, just like their current identities.

"Don't you see I'm already the emperor?"

The man was not angry. He still had some mercy on this old master who had promoted him.

Although, he was appreciated because he saved this incompetent and mediocre emperor.

"You? You want to be the emperor is just a foolish dream!" The emperor said disdainfully.

The man should have been furious.

The door-panel sword in his hand is called [Heaven's Wrath].

It can only be controlled with the blood of the tyrants and masters in conjunction with the [Heaven's Wrath Heart Method].

The sword and the heart method will inspire the hegemony and devilishness of the sword holder. The combination of the two is the most evil swordsmanship in the world.

The sword drinks blood and absorbs power.

The sword holder's power increases dramatically, and he is immune to all poisons, indestructible, and has infinite strength.

The legendary butcher Bai Qi, who killed 400,000 Zhao soldiers, was once its owner.

But even Bai Qi was killed by the sword because his own hegemony could not suppress the sword's growing devilishness.

Not to mention the man in front of him who had no bells, whose lover was dead and whose life was ruined.

His temperament began to become extreme and irritable.

However, the appearance of a sword made [Tian Nu] feel threatened, and his reason began to return.

"There."

"In the imperial city."

The porcelain sword was suspended in the air.

Two silver figures moved forward.

In the Hall of Supreme Harmony.

"Me? I am not worthy of being an emperor?" The man sneered, "You are a tyrant who ignores state affairs, only knows how to be a carpenter, and even joins hands with Japanese pirates?"

"You are a licentious person who covets his soon-to-be-married lover and oppresses him with imperial power while working for you?"

"Without me and Zhao Zheng, you would never have been able to ascend the throne."

"You don't think Ye Min really likes you, do you?"

"The person she likes is Zhao Zheng."

"She married you for the so-called great love, so that you can be a good emperor."

"Wei Jinzhong, you~" The emperor was broken.

"Zhu Youxiao, don't you understand this very well? Otherwise, you wouldn't be suspicious as soon as I provoked you." Wei Jinzhong sneered, "Suspicious of this woman who you got because of power and who is pregnant with your child."

The door of the Hall of Supreme Harmony shattered out of thin air.

"Let it go, Jinzhong."

In the holy golden glow, the victim that the two were talking about, Zhao Zheng, appeared.

He put his hands behind his back, as if he was just visiting an old friend, just to have a chat.

"I've let it go."

"Let it go?" Wei Jinzhong mocked, "Sure enough, you cuckold, your turtle mentality has improved again."

"I had to give up Ye Min to let you enter."

"Last night I killed your best friend in front of you, and made your martial arts great."

"I thought you would not appear again for a few years."

Zhao Zheng was not angry, he just smiled calmly and looked at Wei Jinzhong with compassion, "Hatred will only make people fall and degenerate. Only forgiveness and mercy are the only way to get rid of it."

"Very good." Wei Jinzhong said, "Then wait a minute, wait until I kill Zhu Youxiao, then you can forgive and pity me. I will repent and be a good emperor."

Zhu Youxiao, who also suspected that the [Compassion for the World] mentality made Zhao Zheng's brain go bad: Zhao Zheng, you won't really agree.

"Then I will stop you." Zhao Zheng said, "You won't be a good emperor."

Zhu Youxiao breathed a sigh of relief.

"Because my last name is not Zhu?" Wei Jinzhong sneered.

"No, it has nothing to do with your eunuch status." Zhao Zheng shook his head. "During your life, Wang An, Lai Xi, and the emperor have loved you very much, haven't they?"

"But how did you treat them?"

"After you gained power, how did you confuse the emperor, seize power, and plunder the people's wealth?"

"It's all nonsense!" Wei Jinzhong raised his sword. "According to your logic, shouldn't I have a chance to be a good person and a good emperor? You are just loyal and weak."

"Just like you gave up Ye Min!"

"You can obviously assist me, and I will listen to all your suggestions."

"But you just blindly oppose it, and for this you even joined forces with the Japanese pirates. Don't think I don't know where your [Zhanlu] comes from!"

Two female voices suddenly came from a distance, interrupting Wei Jinzhong's endless chatter.

"Stop."

"Shut up."

"Go on."

"The sword of benevolence is about to disappear."

Wei Jinzhong didn't look at the source of the voice at the first time, but laughed.

"Zhao Zheng, you are wavering!"

"You haven't really let it go!"

"You can let go of your hatred for me, but as the commander-in-chief of the Jinyiwei, you can't let go of your blind loyalty to Zhu Ming!"

"In front of your blind loyalty, love, brotherhood, and hatred can all be let go."

"Your blind loyalty is both the source of your [Compassion for the World] mental method and your weakness that prevents you from achieving perfection."

"Don't listen to him, Zhao Zheng, I command you!" Zhu Youjian couldn't stand it anymore, "Uh--"

His head rolled down, blood gushed out like a fountain, staining the dragon robe on his body red.

"Very good."

"It was him who prevented Ren Jian from achieving perfection."

"Very good."

"All you have to do next is forgive us."

Zhao Zheng turned his head to look at the source of the voice, and the compassion for the world on his face completely disappeared, leaving only deep hatred.

The state of [Compassion for the World] that can make time stand still was shattered.

Thunderclouds suddenly appeared in the sky, and the sky was angry!