Yuan Wu has always been a very contradictory person.
He has always been very low-key, or rather forbearing, very plain.
When those people in the Bashan Sword Field were all-powerful, he didn't show much of his cultivation at all.
Many of those people's much-talked-about sword competitions, many exciting stories that many young practitioners yearn for, rarely include him, or only have a faint shadow of him.
Therefore, it is not a pity that many story books and classics in the world of practitioners were burned by his order after he ascended the throne.
But he is undoubtedly extremely eager for success, eager to make contributions, and become a unique sage in history.
He had many proud moments again.
For example, the Mieba Mountain Sword Field allowed the most powerful sect at that time to quickly disappear, suppress the army with powerful means, and ascend the throne smoothly.
For example, after the Lushan League and Yijian Pingshan, he began to call himself a widow.
In his opinion at the time, there was no one in the world who could stand shoulder to shoulder with him.
And in all his past, even if he didn't say anything, many people can figure out in private that the thing he is most proud of is naturally killing Wang Jingmeng, prying Wang Jingmeng's corner, and getting Wang Jingmeng woman Zheng Xiu.
No matter how Zheng Xiu and him intrigue in the end, and even in the end they have to fight to the death, but at least in the first few years of his accession to the throne, he will feel that Zheng Xiu chose him because of emotional factors other than mutual use.
In his opinion, the final hatred after these years is just because Zheng Xiu's ambition has never been satisfied, and it has always been inflated, and he has disappointed Zheng Xiu more and more.
But what is the reality
From the very beginning, Zheng Xiu felt that he was just a tool to fulfill her ambition.
Or in any aspect, in Zheng Xiu's heart, he is actually not as good as Wang Jingmeng.
Maybe he didn't get any real love from Zheng Xiu from the very beginning, or Zheng Xiu has been regretting and annoyed all these years, so he became more and more disgusted with him and disappointed with reality.
Some things don't ask, some things don't say, there will never be an answer.
But in Yuan Wu's view at this time, those Linglians that have been bathed in starlight from the very beginning can be the answer to the question.
This answer, like the vitality of the stars burning in his body now, is like a thousand ants devouring his heart.
Zheng Xiu didn't look at his sad smile.
Because she can no longer see.
She herself relied on poison and secret methods to return to the light. At this time, all the power in her body rushed out, and she had really reached the point where the oil was exhausted. Her eyes lost their vitality, and even the moisture in her pupils was covered by her own sword. The scorching breath emitted evaporated.
At this time, she is already numb and has no love or hate.
For her own life, she has no answers.
By the end of the day, she had stopped thinking about it.
All thoughts are empty.
She was extremely focused, as if she had put her entire life into this sword.
She took the last step of her life.
This sword is like a point of no return.
Zhao Jianlu and Zhao Yi, who were not far away from her and Yuan Wu, were suddenly moved.
Zhao Jianlu's sword intent was originally the sword of death.
Forget me, forget me, never return.
But even he couldn't display the sword intent of Zheng Xiu at this time.
Zheng Xiu's sword intent at this time, combined with Zhao Jianlu's sword intent to the extreme, vividly and perfectly.
Yuan Wu smiled sadly, and he looked at Zheng Xiu fiercely.
But it was also difficult for him to see Zheng Xiu's face clearly.
The world in front of him seemed to be completely ignited by this sword.
The huge furnace fell, making his eyes red.
The vitality of the stars traveling through his body like a highly poisonous toxin that could not be dissolved slowed down his reaction a bit.
He swung his sword horizontally, blocking Zheng Xiu's sword.
He was so angry that he had never been able to control the surge of power in his body.
However, there was a crisp sound.
His wrist bone holding the sword couldn't bear the impact of the sword intentions of both sides, and it was directly broken.
He was in severe pain and screamed, and the true energy in his body was like several strands of ropes forcibly binding his wrists, making his whole arm and the natal sword in his hand as if integrated into one, and the sword continued to move.
when!
The fiery real fire parted in front of him like a wave, passing over his head and under his feet like a wall.
Zheng Xiu, with his sword in hand, was chopped off by his incomparably strong sword.
But at the same time, a crisp click sounded from his right shoulder.
He had a severe pain in his right shoulder, which was painful.
The bones of his right shoulder were all shattered, and some broken bone stubble even pierced his flesh and blood, and got out.
"ah!"
He let out a louder cry of pain.
This cry was like the roar of a wild beast, and it contained countless emotions, the most of which was unbelievable.
His body trembled unceasingly because of the pain and the violent emotion.
The air outside him was ablaze.
However, his face was pale and bloodless.
Half of his body was stained with blood, his right hand could no longer hold his natal sword, and the bright yellow sword light fell powerlessly from his hand.
I don't know if it's the sweat from the heat or the cold sweat from the pain.
His hair was soaked with sweat, and strands of messy hair were glued together and stuck to his forehead and cheeks.
In Yuan Wu's life, he has never been in such pain, nor has he been in such a mess.
Zheng Xiu's body was flying upside down.
Her body is empty.
Because it is empty, it is easy.
She has never been so relaxed in her life at this time... If she is happy.
She used all her emotions and her whole life in this sword, she was inexplicably happy.
Her consciousness began to fade.
But there was a smile on the corners of her mouth.
The burning heat around her made her finally feel warm.
She felt as if she closed her eyes in the warm spring sun of Jiaodong County, fell on the hillside full of golden flowers, and fell asleep in the warm fragrance.
Amidst Yuan Wu's painful cries, there was silence inside and outside the port and even on the far side of the Wei River.
Everyone's eyes did not look at Yuan Wu, but fell on her, on the sword in her hand.
Everyone feels strange.
At this time, Zheng Xiu was completely different from the indifference she always gave to anyone, and she was extremely warm.
However, her figure quickly faded away from everyone's sight, only the little red sword was still spouting chaotic flames.
Her body began to disintegrate, turning into ashes, turning into red embers dancing with the flames.
Several cracks appeared on the golden phoenix clothes, but they did not disappear completely, and slowly fell to the river below.
The red sword hovered in the air for a moment.
On the broken ship, Zhao Yi bowed to the place where Zheng Xiu disappeared.
He couldn't judge Zheng Xiu's life, but at least the last battle, this sword, made him have enough respect.
The red sword flew back towards him, but he took it back by his sleeve.