Luo Yin stood with his sword in his back, waiting for the person he was waiting for.
After an unknown amount of time, a figure rushed towards him from a distance, and stopped suddenly when he saw him. He was still dressed in gorgeous attire, but he showed a bit of embarrassment. The sudden setback made him feel extremely gloomy, but when he saw the young man in black standing silently, the corners of his lips curled up slightly on the half of his face exposed under the mask, as if Saw a pleasing prey.
Within a month, the foundation he had built for many years was completely destroyed. After all, he underestimated Yi Shuimeng's determination and strength, and underestimated the enemy too carelessly. He never thought that Yishuimeng had been saving up for today's thunder strike for several years, and even started to arrange it when Ye Ziyun was alive.
He should have been furious at first, but when he was at the end of the road, he suddenly felt better. He adjusted his clothes slowly, narrowed his eyes and looked at his opponent, with a bit of malice in his smile.
"With Hero Luo buried with me in the Immortal Pavilion, this deal is not a loss."
Yi Shuimeng actually invited Luo Yin to deal with him, but it was exactly what he wanted, and it happened to let out the suffocation in his chest.
Luo Yin raised his eyes to look at that person, waiting here was not ordered by others, but out of intuition, and he really waited for his opponent. He didn't speak, just took the sword in his hand, and then waited for the opponent's movements.
The masked man slowly untied the long package on his back, and then took out a long sword.
Luo Yin's gaze also fell on the long sword, and he was finally sure that the palpitation he felt before was not due to the pressure from the opponent in front of him, but because of this sword.
"You should have seen this sword before at the Sword Tasting Conference."
When the fierce sword forged by Master Ouyang first appeared in Taiyuan, thousands of people present held their breaths, and their minds were all captured by the sword.
The name of the sword is "Rebirth".
Luo Yin heard a sword cry, not from the Sword of Rebirth, but from the sword in his hand, which sounded like an ominous cry.
Twenty years ago, Master Ouyang forged two swords in one furnace, one named Xiangsheng and the other named Xiangsui. Rebirth is a fierce sword. Master Ouyang carefully collected it and never showed it to others, but he gave it to his old friend for many years with the accompanying sword.
"Two swords accompany each other, but one is destined to be the foil of the other. The person who gave you the accompanying sword probably never expected that today will happen, and when you passed by the Sword of Past Life in Taiyuan —”
The man slowly drew out his sword, and pointed at Luo Yin from a distance, with a proud, arrogant and cruel smile on his lips, he said mockingly:
"Have you ever thought that you are destined to die by this sword?"
Jiangdu, the mansion of Zhong Xin, the acting leader of the Wulin League in recent years. He was taking a nap in the study when he heard a bang, something heavy was thrown onto his desk and rolled into his arms. .
He opened his eyes and looked, suddenly scared out of his wits.
That day, I heard that the mansion of President Zhong was attacked by thieves, but when the guards of the mansion heard the exclamation of President Zhong, they rushed to them, but they didn't see half a person, and they searched the mansion inside and outside, and there was nothing abnormal.
However, Zhong Xin was so frightened that he couldn't afford to get sick. After a few days, he resigned from his position as acting leader of the Wulin League on the grounds that he was sick, and no longer took care of the affairs of the Wulin League, and retired to another hospital to recuperate.
Over the past year, under Zhong Xin's management, the Martial Arts League has gradually weakened, existing only in name only. And no matter who the successor is, in the rivers and lakes, Yi Shuimeng is the popular aspiration, not only in the south of the Yangtze River, but also in the north of the Yangtze River. The water alliance makes the heroes respect wherever it goes.
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