Wei Wuji suddenly felt a sense of panic, and a strange stinging pain came from his heart, as if the stinging pain of an old friend returning from his soul on the sickbed.

Lost, endless loss surged into my heart, and wanted to swallow him!

He knew that Xiao Weimu's life had ended, ending under his "Zhanlu Sword".

Xiao Weimu looked at the sky with his eyes. This sky was still so gloomy, but there was no trace of rain. He understood that all the joys, beauty, pain and torture in his life had ended at this moment. There was no regret in this life.

"It is my honor to die at your hands!" This is the last sentence that Xiao Weimu, the most powerful swordsman of Zhao State, said in his life, in his strongest swordsman of the Yuxu swordsman.

At the last moment just now, when staring at Xiao Weimu's eyes, Wei Wuji's sword also slowed down, and he was about to retract this fatal sword move.

But Xiao Weimu's hand deliberately deflected, and the sword was no longer resentful. How can he kill someone?

Wei Wuji could feel that Xiao Weimu was begging for death!

He knew that the swordsman would rather die under this sword.

Understanding and sympathy can only arise between this even hero and feel the other person's thoughts.

After saying that, Xiao Weimu fell down!

The sky is dim and dark clouds are stacked, and the day is covered in darkness.

This unparalleled swordsman fell down after all.

Is the wind blowing away the bad news of his fall or respect for him?

quite a while.

The dark clouds gradually dispersed, and the strange phenomena of heaven and earth returned to normal.

A ray of dawn shone onto the earth from the gaps between the dark clouds, but the world seemed to be colder and darker.

There was a smile on Xiao Weimu's face at last.

The last drop of blood dripped from the "Zhanlu Sword", fell into the soil on the ground, and sank into the earth. Wei Wuji looked up and looked around. The sky and the earth were floating, and he suddenly felt an indescribable loneliness.

"Let the fallen leaves return to their roots!"

Wei Wuji put away Zhan Lu's sword, picked up the falling "cold snake" from the ground, put it on his waist, and then picked up Xiao Weimu's body.

The weather is cold, the sword is cold, and the people are cold.

Wei Wuji's heart was also cold.

All the changes in the world have returned to normal. The sun shines on the earth, warming everything, but it cannot warm up some things in the end.

Li Mu traced the downstream and, at the speed of Wu Zun, did not find Lin Luo in the surging river. He sighed all the way, and the Zhang River finally merged into the Yellow River. There was a surging undercurrent. He also had a master's palm to destroy his heart. He was afraid that there would be a situation where there was no life in the ten dead.

When Li Mu walked halfway, he felt the momentum of the people ahead, and the world changed.

The trees along the way were destroyed. Looking into the distance, there were only a pile of broken trees left, a scene of depressed walls and ruins.

Li Mu suddenly realized that Mr. Wuji had a fierce battle with the old man. The only thing he couldn't understand was why the old man who only had the top-grade Wuzong fought with Xinling Jun at the Wuzun realm and the world changed color.

When he arrived at the center of the battlefield, he saw Xinlingjun holding the old man's body and walking towards the mountain with a blank expression.

"Young Master Wuji, this person is the suspect of kidnapping the princess. His body must be handed over to His Majesty and the Prince to separate him!"

Xinling Jun stopped and said lightly: "He is a suspect, but he is also an upright swordsman. The swordsman is born with glory and cannot be defiled after his death!"

Li Mu was choked and didn't understand why Xinlingjun would shelter a suspect. In addition, Lin Luo fell into the river and disappeared from his body. Zhao State fell into a master. He was in a bad mood and said coldly: "Then I will ask Xinlingjun to personally explain to His Majesty and Prince Li later."

"Okay." After Xinlingjun said that, he continued to walk towards the foothills.

Xiao Weimu is a swordsman worthy of his respect and deserves the highest respect and treatment after his death.

But in an instant, Xinling Jun learned the true meaning of swordsmanship from Xiao Weimu. He still had concerns and bonds. These were obstacles that involved his swordsmanship inability to improve. He knew clearly that the last sword with Xiao Weimu was going to stab his throat, and he could not avoid it.

It was Xiao Weimu who gave up the opportunity to live and was determined to die.

Sometimes, insisting on stabbing is also a kind of fulfillment.

Although he survived in the end, Xiao Weimu's sword also fulfilled him, allowing him to understand the true meaning of swordsmanship and the path he should take.

The two met for less than an hour, but they had already learned the deepest part of each other's heart and knew each other extremely well.

Li Mu had nothing to say anymore. Although he was angry, he could only "do whatever he wanted" by Xinlingjun.

Wei Wuji was on the foot of the mountain and dug out a grave for Xiao Weimu, placed the body here, chopped out a wooden tomb sign, pointed at the book "The Tomb of the Yuxu Swordsman Xiao Weimu", and wrote: "My best friend Wei Wuji is standing."

Li Mu stood behind, until Wei Wuji set up the wooden sign, and only then did he see the big words engraved on the sword point.

"Xiao Weimu!" ​​Li Mu was both shocked. Didn't Xiao Weimu jumped off the cliff and committed suicide twenty years ago? Why is the name on this tombstone a person who had died twenty years ago?

"That old man is really Xiao Weimu, the first swordsman who was invincible in the north and south of Zhao twenty years ago?" Li Mu asked incredible.

Wei Wuji turned around and nodded, and took out Xiao Weimu's only relic "Cold Snake" sword from his waist. The soft sword was bright and radiant, soft and sharp.

"It's this sword. I've seen this sword twenty years ago." Li Mu was finally sure that the old man was Xiao Weimu. But what he couldn't understand was why Xiao Weimu, a Zhao man, helped the evil man to intercept the princess and destroy the marriage. In addition to the legend of death for twenty years, what happened in the past twenty years is now unproven.

The battle between the swordsmanship masters was settled, and the iron cavalry rushing out of Handan City rushed out for an incense stick of time and rushed to the ruins after the war.

"The cavalry battalion is divided into two groups to search from two routes! Then transfer a group of people from the city to search along the Zhangshui coast to see if you can find a person wearing an imperial guard uniform, and you will see a person dead and a corpse!" Li Mu immediately issued an order.

Now that Xiao Weimu died, the princess was not seen, and it was obvious that she had accomplices. Li Mu did not forget the top priority of this trip, and immediately sent cavalry to chase him, hoping that the princess would be whereabouts.

As for him and Xinling Jun, we have to go back and explain the big news that has just caused.

"What? I mean, I am the one who is beside me, Xiao Weimu, the swordsman who dominated the martial arts world twenty years ago?" Hearing this news, King Zhao fainted. He had also heard of Xiao Weimu's name back then. He was also the crown prince at that time, and he dreamed of one day being able to fight the sword in the world. What he didn't expect was that this confidant who had been by his side for twenty years actually kidnapped the princess and destroyed the plans of the two countries. Therefore, Xiao Weimu could be an undercover agent who was ambushed by Qin.

Thinking of this, King Zhao was sweating in cold sweat, and the last little nostalgia in his heart disappeared.
Chapter completed!