PS: People have feelings, and objects have feelings. When writing this picture, I remembered the story of Gan Jiang, Mo Xie and Shang, and wrote it so that I burst into tears. Finally, I would like to recommend, reward, collection, and thank you everyone.

Director Wen was checking the files of the weapons store and wanted to see what happened to Heixiazi.

I hope to discover why Li Ming and Hei Xiazi hooked up.

Chen Xu on the other side was pulled into the temporary copy by the log book after he was fully prepared.

At the same time, far away in the suburbs of Shuoyang County, a ray of light suddenly soared into the sky, cutting through the void of the night, accompanied by the huge breath of swords, surging.

This sword energy is huge and mysterious. The sword practitioners, abilities, practitioners, abilities, and other people in the radius of 800 miles all feel the dark, lonely, and tyrannical aura.

The sword light lasted for more than ten seconds, and then disappeared.

"The magic sword was born?"

In the capital, in the courtyard, a man with white hair showed a look of surprise.

"Is this the direction of Shuoyang?"

Li Ming, who was still staying in H County, suddenly said in surprise.

Shuoyang is not far from H County.

Beside him, Hei Xiaozi was also present. He was shocked and showed a moving look on his face. The strange spiritual sword flew out of his body automatically, trembling buzzing, as if he was afraid.

"This...is not a sword tomb..."

Li Ming asked tentatively, and his words were wise.

Hei Xiaozi shook his head, and the puzzled look on his face was not concealed.

"Is it... Chen Xu..."

After a moment, he seemed to have thought of something, but then shook his head and denied it in his heart.

The sword he gave to Chen Xu was just a copy, and it was absolutely impossible...

In other places, this sword energy also caused a sensation, rushing towards Shuoyang one by one, one by one, one by one.

It is necessary to investigate clearly.

At the same time, in the temporary copy.

Chen Xu was in an inexplicable darkness, watching a light and shadow impression above from the perspective of a third party.

In the first scene of the picture, a man threw a dark and strange substance that exuded a rolling demonic energy into the burning stove.

I can't see the man clearly, but I only know that I seem to be practicing swordsmanship.

One year, two years, three years...ten years...

Countless years have passed, and relying on this stove, a vast city has been built around.

The city is crowded with people, and the scenery is very lively.

During this period, the material in the furnace gradually melted, and a sword began to slowly take shape.

A hundred years passed by.

At this moment, messages came into Chen Xu's mind.

Everyone has a sword in their hearts, killing all the ghosts and monsters, just for the straight and straight roads.

Swords are the ancestor of short-sighted soldiers and are close to the broad-minded weapon. With their profound art of Taoism, they have entered the mysterious legend.

Ancient country - Shuoyang, the city of swords.

The king said Jianzi, and was called Jianzishuo. He had been making swords for more than a hundred years. Because of swords, he died because of swords.

Jian Zishuo casts the last sword, which is also his only sword

Sword name - Shang!

Death because of the sword, sorrow because of the sword!

A magic sword that is insoluble in heaven and earth.

"Demon Sword?"

"Is it talking about my current body?"

Chen Xu looked around and found that the current perspective was quite strange. He could see that his soul was attached to a dark broken sword.

The sword was only half a piece, and it was pitch black all over, without any impurities. In front of the sword body, a human-shaped skeleton fell to the ground, and seemed to have been dead for a long time.

"This log turned itself into that magic sword! This start..."

Chen Xu wanted to continue to investigate, but a mental fluctuation suddenly came from the sword, dark, deep, but lonely and weak.

It seems to be weak.

"I have been waiting for a thousand years just to wait for you to come back."

"Sword...is it you..."

"Shang... has been waiting for your return..."

The sound was intermittent, and it was completely silent, and there was no rest.

The light and shadow imprints above this space begin again.

This time, we start telling the story from the perspective of a sword.

Sword Name Shang!

Shang still remembers that day it stood on the sword furnace, looking around through the sword furnace, and burning the city with a huge fire.

It was in the morning light, looking at the clothes fluttering, like the immortal Shuo, standing alone in front of the sword furnace, facing the endless army outside, and facing the surrounding fire burning city.

Shuo's back is lonely and bleak.

The sorrow at that time was not yet formed. It didn't know what happened to the Shuo who had been with him for decades. It just felt that his heart was so painful, so painful that he couldn't breathe.

It wants to go out and stay by Shuo's side, even if it uses half of its body, it has to fight with Shuo.

However, it cannot!

It could not leave, it could only watch Shuo faced thousands of troops and the other faced the fire.

Killing, blood, noise of soldiers and horses, roars of enemies, broken limbs and broken arms, and the towering palaces around them also began to collapse.

Shang's vision began to blur, and it could only vaguely hear Jianzi's anger:

Don't hurt it, it's still a child, it has not yet taken shape!

However, someone said coldly:

The devil sword must never be born.

Demon Sword? Are you talking about it?

It is called Shang, which is the name given to it by Jianzi. It is only called Shang, and other names are not rare.

The war continues.

The vast power collapsed the entire city. As the surrounding palaces collapsed, the flames in the sword furnace slowly weakened. Shang felt that his vision was getting blurry, and it could no longer see the distance.

I can no longer see my favorite sword.

It wanted to shout, but it could only reveal a silent shout: Shuo...

Where are you?

Don't leave me behind.

There was endless darkness around him, and Shang wanted to struggle to get out of this darkness, but it was useless.

I don’t know how long it has been, but it seems like a long time.

A ray of light shone through, cutting through the dark space, and Shang saw him again.

Jian Zishuo!

At this moment, he smiled all over his face, stretched out his hand and gently stroked its body, just as he used to.

But why is there not as warm as before?

Shuo, are you back?

It's so dark here, take me away quickly.

Shang said happily.

Although it doesn't know what joy is now.

However, Jian Zishuo did not speak and did not move.

After a long time, Jian Zishuo's body began to become blurred. He turned his back to Shang again and walked slowly towards the far side. Shang shouted anxiously, asking him where he was going and why he didn't bring it, but he only heard a word floating faintly.

"In this world, there is nothing more than separation between life and death."

"Child, I will always be by your side and never leave."

Jian Zishuo's figure dissipated, and Shang looked at it alone, feeling that there was only itself in this world.
To be continued...