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

But in the eyes of these soldiers and practitioners who are still loyal to him, even if he commits suicide, he can still save some face.

So a practitioner standing beside him silently handed over a sword.

Yuan Wu held the sword.

The moment his hand held the sword, 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 "Qingjue", not a standard sword of the Qin Dynasty, but in the world of cultivators, the weight of this sword is not heavy.

The soldiers and practitioners around him still didn't understand what he was thinking, but after hearing what he said, more than a dozen swords were handed over.

Among these swords are short swords as thin as cicada's wings, three-foot long, soft and long swords, and seven-foot long swords, but the sword body is extremely thin and weighs only one-digit that of an ordinary sword.

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

The sword is called "Xuanmu". It is made of a diamond wood in the extreme cold. After polishing, it is sharper than pure gold, but it is one-third of the weight of an ordinary black iron sword.

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

This sword was very much like a crutch to him at this time, but he stood up and stopped trembling. The soldiers and practitioners around him still looked at him with admiration and admiration.

Now there is no true energy in Yuanwu's body. He is a useless person to the world of cultivators. However, even so, few people can match his attitude and the demeanor of using a sword.

Yuan Wu waved his sword.

A slight whimpering sounded in the air.

The hollowness in Yuanwu's eyes disappeared a little more, and he seemed to have lived a little more, smiling self-deprecatingly, "This sword is called Qianqingfeng. With my past cultivation, even a palace will be blown away. I didn't expect that now it can only bring about such a whimpering wind like an old dog."

The soldiers and practitioners behind him were all sad, and some even sobbed.

"You guys go."

Yuan Wu waved his hand lightly, signaling the soldiers and practitioners to leave.

"Master!" These soldiers and practitioners were shocked and raised their heads.

"What's the point of staying?" Yuan Wu just waved his hand again and smiled sarcastically, "In the end, it's not just a matter between me and him?"

A practitioner heard Yuan Wu's meaning and said, "Master, you are going to be with Ding Ning."

Yuan Wu glanced at him, nodded, and interrupted him

Anyone can tell that his intention is determined.

Anyone can tell that he doesn't want to talk more.

These soldiers and practitioners were not talking much, but they bowed and bowed and left after ceremonial prayers.

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

The whole world seemed to be quiet, and it seemed that Yuan Wu was the only one left.

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

When the wind blew the door of the camp tent and made a slight knock, Yuan Wu looked out from the raised camp tent curtain and saw the march iron pot on the brazier where the flames had been extinguished.

Next to the march iron pot, there was some dry food piled up.

There are millet cakes that are very dry and hard, and there are air-dried beef and mutton.

Yuan Wu smiled bitterly.

There was a sound in his abdomen, not caused by any previous flow of energy, but simply empty stomach and hunger.

He has not felt so hungry for many years that he feels so hungry, especially after reaching the Eighth Realm, he rarely needs to eat the same food as ordinary people.

However, even in the previous practice process, his control over his daily life was extremely harsh, and most of the food was a elixir that was beneficial to practitioners.

He walked out of the tent and began to make a fire.

The flames rose and boiled the water from the march iron pot.

He cut some air-dried beef and mutton into it. When it boiled slightly again, he broke the millet cakes and threw them into the pot, then put salt grains, and put some weeds that can increase the aroma and food color.

He had seen a lot of these in the past battles with Han, Zhao and Wei. Although he rarely did it himself, he was not unfamiliar with it.

He started to eat.

Hunger is the source of all delicacies.

This pot of crude and simple food was a long-lost taste for Yuanwu at this time, and it was hard to describe the sweetness in words.

Filling and warming easily makes people think a lot, such as having the strength to think about lust. For Yuan Wu at this time, this pot of food that made him full and warm makes him think of many beauty in this world more and gives him more courage to survive.

If death is the final result, then these foods can also allow him to enjoy a lot of beauty before he dies.

He touched his slightly raised belly and raised his head to look towards Changling.

He smiled, with less bitterness and resentment in his smile, but suddenly he became more sharp and cruel.

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

He looked at Changling and smiled and said to himself, "Dissatisfaction comes from dissatisfaction. Since many years ago, I have lived in your shadow. Naturally, you think I am very mediocre. Both the strategy and the cultivation level are far inferior to you, but I don't think so. I don't think I am weaker than you, so I naturally want to prove that I am stronger than you and I can kill you, so when you die, I finally ascend to the throne and become the strongest emperor in this world."

"But I didn't expect that the Nine Death Silkworms would let you live again. I didn't have confidence in the matter of cultivation at that time, but when I crossed the eighth realm, I was even more unwilling to accept it. But I had already won the world and I dared not take risks."

"If you dare not take risks, you are afraid to fight you. Now that you think it through, I regret it. You and I should have learned about it with such a duel. As early as when you entered Changling and your reputation first became famous, I should have duel with you."

"I didn't dare to be afraid before, but it didn't mean I felt that I was really inferior to you. I really couldn't compare to you. I was really dissatisfied with you. Now I have nothing left, what else can I be afraid of? I have the confidence to fight you and try to kill you."

Yuanwu stood up slowly.

He started walking with the sword.

He has no true energy now, so he is prone to fatigue when walking to Changling like this, but he would rather do this, because the more he is, the faster he can adapt and get used to the feeling of not having true energy.

Ding Ning told everyone in the world that he would give him a chance to fight fairly.

Then he is going to Changling and have a fair fight with Ding Ning.

Since he is no longer a useless person without true energy, Ding Ning naturally has to clear all the true energy in his body.
Chapter completed!