No one knows what it means to need a sword.

But in the eyes of these sergeants and practitioners who are still loyal to him, even if he dies from suicide, he can save some face.

So a practitioner standing next to him handed a sword in silence.

He held the sword.

When his hand held the sword, it seemed that some vitality had returned to his body.

At the same time, his hands began to tremble.

“It’s too heavy.”

He looked at the sword and shook his head, "Let the sword be lightened."

This sword is called "empty", not the standard sword of the Qin Dynasty, but in the world of the practitioner, the weight of the sword is not heavy.

The sergeants and practitioners around still did not understand what he was thinking, but when he heard this, more than a dozen swords were handed over.

Among these swords are short swords as thin as cicada wings, three feet long around the fingers soft, and seven feet long swords, but the sword body is extremely thin, and the weight is only one-hundredth of that of the ordinary sword.

Yuan Wu glanced at these swords and held one of the dead yellow swords.

This sword is called "Horse", which is made of a diamond wood in a very cold place, and the sharpness after polishing is comparable to fine gold, but the weight is one-third of the ordinary basalt iron sword.

He held the sword, and then he stood up.

This sword was like a crutch for him at this time, but he stood up and stopped trembling, and his sergeants and practitioners looked at his eyes, but they still admired and admired him.

There is no real element in the Yuanwu body now, and for the world of the practitioner, it is a waste person, but even so, his posture of holding a sword, the atmosphere of the sword, there are still few people who can reach it.

The swaggered his sword.

There was a slight noise in the air.

The hole in Yuan Wu's eyes disappeared again, and he seemed to be alive again, laughing and laughing at himself, "This sword is called a thousand hectares of wind, and the old man's cultivation is a palace, and he must be flown out, and he can only bring up such an old dog sobs the wind."

The sergeants and practitioners behind him were dismal in their hearts, and some even sobbed.

“Go away.”

Yuan Wu waved his hand very lightly, indicating that these sergeants and practitioners would leave.

“Holy!”The sergeants and practitioners were astonished and raised their heads.

“What’s the point of leaving you?”Yuan Wu just waved his hand again and laughed slightly, "In the end, it's not just between me and him?"

A practitioner heard the meaning of Yuan Wu and said, “Son, you want to be with Ding Ning...”

He looked at him, nodded, and interrupted his words.

Anyone can see that his mind is determined.

Everyone could see that he didn’t want to talk more.

These sergeants and practitioners did not say much, and left after bowing down the salute.

In a few black tents, only the Yuanwu was left.

The whole world seemed to be quiet, and it seemed that there was only one person left.

There was not much in this makeshift camp, and these sergeants and practitioners did not take much with them when they left.

When the wind blew the door of the camp, a slight banter sounded, Yuan Wu looked out from the curtain of the camp and saw the iron pot on the fire that had been extinguished by the fire.

Next to the iron pot, there is some dry food.

There are dried and hard rice cakes, and there are dried beef and mutton.

The thorny laughed.

There was a sound in his belly, not caused by any previous flow of energy, but only pure fasting and hunger.

He had not felt this hunger for many years, especially after the eight realms, and he rarely needed to eat the same as ordinary people.

However, even in the course of previous practice, his control over eating and living is extremely harsh, and eating is mostly a spiritual medicine that is good for the practitioner.

...

He got out of the tent and started to make a fire.

The fire rose and boiled the water in the iron pot of the march.

He cut some dried beef and mutton into it, and when it boiled slightly again, he broke the rice cake into the pot, and then put it in the salt grain, and put some weeds that could increase the aroma and food color.

These he had seen a lot in the previous battle with Han Zhao Wei, although he rarely did it himself, but he was no stranger.

He started eating.

Hunger is the source of all food.

This pot of crude and simple food, for the Yuanwu at this time, is a long-lost taste, difficult to describe the sweetness with words.

Warming is easy to make people think a lot, such as having the strength to think about lust, and for Yuanwu at this time, this pot makes him full of warm food, but it makes him think more about the many beautiful things in this world, so that he has more courage to survive.

If death is the end result, then these foods can also make him enjoy a lot of good before he dies.

He touched his slightly raised stomach and looked up to see the direction of the long mausoleum.

He laughed, and there was a lot less bitterness and resentment in his smile, but he was suddenly more sharp and fierce.

"I want to thank you for taking me to this point."

He looked at Changling and smiled and said to himself, "The dissatisfaction comes from disillusionment, many years ago, I lived in your shadow, you naturally feel that I am very mediocre, whether it is planning or cultivation is far less than you, but I am not so think so."I don't think I'm weaker than you, I'm naturally going to prove that I'm better than you, I can kill you, so you die, I finally ascend to the throne, to become the strongest emperor in the world."

"But I did not think that the Nine Dead silkworms could make you live again, and I had no confidence in the cultivation of this matter, but when I crossed the eight realms, I was even more unconvinced, but I had won the world, and I did not dare to take risks."

"Don't take risks is afraid to fight with you, now think clearly, I am sorry." 」You and I should have known a duel earlier, and I should have had a duel with you when you entered the Great Tomb and became famous."

"I used to dare, I used to be afraid, but it does not mean that I think I am really inferior to you, really better than you... I am really unconvinced."Now that I have nothing, what can I fear?I have the confidence to fight with you now, and I have the confidence to try to kill you."

The thorns slowly stood up.

He began to walk with the sword.

He has no real yuan now, so it is easy to walk to Changling, but he prefers to do so, because the more he is, the faster he can adapt and get used to the feeling of real yuan.

Ding Ning told everyone in the world to give him a fair chance at a war.

Then he is now going to the Long Lingling and a fair war with Ding Ning.

Since he is no longer a waste person without real yuan, Nadingin naturally has to empty all the real yuan in his body.

It’s coming to an end, what do you all have to say?