From Xunyang City to Wanliu Garden, Zhu Luo suffered two consecutive blows, and was no longer at its peak. However, when he set out his sword, he was still the strong man in the sacred realm, and he was following him with wind and rain.

The heavy rains tonight has been falling for a long time. Now, there is still a lot of rain flowing down from the mountain monuments. The rainwater flows into the white shallow canal, and the water in the canal has gradually become muddy.

Suddenly, the dizzy canal water became white, like snow chips.

It is not because it has been purified, but because it is refracted to light.

An extremely bright light appeared below the Tianshu Mausoleum.

This light comes from the sword in Zhu Luo's hand.

Immediately afterwards, a white light ball appeared in the night sky with scattered clouds. Everyone knew that this was fake, but it looked so real.

Zhu Luo's sword slashed towards Tianshuling.

A moonlight moved with it.

A moonlight also grew in the night sky at the same time.

The water in the shallow canal became extremely bright and white and a little dazzling.

The shrine made of white jade is also illuminated extremely white.

One sword intent, two moonlights, rise forward and follow, like a tide.

This is the strongest sword technique that Zhu Luo realized hundreds of years ago after seeing the moon of the demon clan in the snowy field in the extreme north.

It was with this sword technique that he directly killed the second demon general at that time and established his reputation for becoming unparalleled.

Tonight is his last night, and this sword must be his last sword, so of course it will be his strongest sword.

The entire Tianshu Mausoleum was illuminated by the moonlight. It was really awesome that this powerful man from Tianliang County urged his sword intent to such a state without healing his serious injury.

However... such a powerful and wonderful sword failed to enter the Shinto, let alone reaching the top of the Tianshu Mausoleum.

Just as the two moonlights rose with the sword intent, another light suddenly burst out from the bottom of the Tianshu Mausoleum.

This light is brighter, whiter and more stern than the moonlight brought by Zhu Luo.

It was also a sword light.

The sword light like wind and snow enveloped the world under the Shinto in a very short time.

Two extremely powerful sword intents met here.

The water in the shallow canal jumped like boiling, spraying countless crystal water droplets into the night sky, and then being cut in half.

Countless straight sword marks appeared on the hard black stone plaza, which penetrated deep into the ground, about several feet deep.

Countless shrill sounds of cutting filled the world, making them extremely terrifying.

Is it the two moons that can dispel the wind and snow, or can the wind and snow eventually cover the moon?

An extremely harsh sound of metal breaking sounded!

The wind and snow are blowing, the moonlight in the night sky is broken, and the moonlight in front of the gods is also destroyed and unknown!

Zhu Luo's figure suddenly dissipated.

The next moment, he returned to the front of his wheelchair.

His face was very pale, and the sword in his hand was broken.

The gray hair fluttered gently in the night wind, and several stems fell from time to time.

With the determination to die, he cut the sword toward Tianshuling, and was extremely determined, so he naturally would not choose to retreat.

He was forced back by the sword intent that was like wind and snow.

The Queen of the Tianhai Saint has not taken action yet. Whose sword intent is so powerful?

Zhu Luo's body trembled slightly, as if the next moment, he would be blown to the ground by the night wind.

The stargazer glanced at him.

Zhu Luo slowly shook his head, slowly retracted the broken sword in his hand into the sheath, slowly raised his head, and looked forward.

He could do these movements more casually, but he didn't, just did it very seriously and slowly, because he knew that this was his last time to withdraw his sword.

The sword intent, which was like the wind and snow, gradually dissipating, and the picture below the divine path was faintly revealed, and you could see a pavilion there.

There was a man sitting in the pavilion.

Zhu Luo looked over there and said with emotion: "I didn't expect that you are already so strong."

With a light sound, the front of his clothes cracked, and a clear and profound scar appeared, and blood gradually overflowed.

"Two years ago, Xun Mei went to death to seek the truth, which touched me. That night, I decided to break the state. Since then, I have been so strong."

An ancient voice started from under the pavilion.

The sound came from the armor, as if it was covered with dust and rust on the surface of the armor for enough time.

As the words came to an end, dust gradually rose, and then a metal friction sounded.

Immediately afterwards, the pavilion collapsed and smoke and dust were pouring out. There was a figure like a mountain in it, looming.

I sat under this pavilion for more than 600 years and finally stood up tonight.

He is the tomb guardian of the Tianshu Tomb.

The most powerful general in the mainland, history.

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Looking at the collapsed pavilion and the figure in the smoke and dust, people were shocked and their expressions became extremely solemn.

No one of the strong men who came to the Heavenly Book Mausoleum would forget the existence of this legendary figure, but people have become accustomed to seeing him as a statue or a symbol.

After guarding the tomb for more than 600 years, the world's number one god general has received respect from the whole world. Even if it is wind and rain in all directions, he dare not despise him at all.

Everyone knows that if it were not for the swearing to guard the tomb, he would have entered the sacred realm many years ago.

However, tonight, people only realized that he had already broken through the realm!

He stood in front of Shinto, holding the scabbard in his left hand and the military sword in his right hand. Although there was only one person, he seemed to be thousands of troops.

"Before His Majesty Taizong returns to the Star Sea, you made a vow that you will not be sacred in this life."

Zhu Luo ignored the increasingly deeper wound between his chest and abdomen, stared at Hisang and said, "Now that you have broken your vow, what face will you have to see Your Majesty in the future?"

Except for Zhu Luo, Stargazer, and other powerful people in the sacred realm, no one knew about this, nor did anyone understand why Emperor Taizong would make such a vow before his death.

Even the head of Qiushan family obviously didn't know the inside story, and looked thoughtful.

Historical silently and did not answer Zhu Luo's words. The shadow of his helmet covered his face. I don't know what expression was on it at this moment.

"The old man and his old vows were no longer important."

Zhu Luo sighed and said with emotion: "That's right. Even I broke the oath of the starry sky in Xunyang City. How could I be demanding on you when I attacked Wang Po?"

After saying this, he slowly sat back into the wheelchair and slowly closed his eyes.

The blood that overflowed from the wound between his chest and abdomen suddenly changed color and became crystal clear, as if there were a lot of crystal debris mixed inside.

Those crystal blood transformed into countless brilliances when faced with the night wind.

His body also turned into countless lights, just like the brightness on the snowfield of the demon clan hundreds of years ago.

The light gradually dissipated by the night breeze and floated in all directions until there was no trace.

Only an empty wheelchair was left.

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Zhu Luo is dead.

No matter what people evaluate him, especially after the night rain in Xunyang City, he is a big shot in the mainland.

Although he was defeated twice by the Southern Saint and Su Li, he was the strongest man in the sacred realm and the great master of the human race.

When he was young, he went north to the snowfield several times and made great achievements. He was able to write poetry and drink, and was extremely free and elegant. He was an idol of many people.

After all, he is the leader of the Jueqing Sect, the leader of the Tianliang County clan, and the wind and rain in all directions.

If it is normal for a big man like him to die, it will inevitably shock the big event that will shock the entire continent.

Tonight, his death seemed so ordinary.

This not only means that his death seemed too dull, but also that when he saw him die, many people's emotional reactions were not so exaggerated.

This means that everyone is vaguely mentally prepared, such things will continue to happen, and such scenes will appear.

There will inevitably be strong people in the sacred realm.

I just don’t know if it was the storm in all directions or the saint who was at the top of the Heavenly Book Tomb.

Tonight was indeed a very terrible night.

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To be continued...