The moonlight pours down from the eaves, like water and tide, and the sparkling waves dance with silver flowers. Yan Ruofeng left, and the corridors in the palace were in a mess. Cao Zhengchun's legs were a little weak, and he was lying on the ground without any image, breathing heavily, with extremely fearful and complicated expressions in his eyes. He is not dead. In fact, Cao Zhengchun originally thought he was going to die, but he is still alive now. Feeling the belated pain in his neck, and seeing the oozing blood falling on his body that had turned dark red, his heart was pulled back from the abyss of death. Regardless of his seriously injured body, Cao Zhengchun survived the fatal sword blow, and there was a thought in his heart, "It's good to be alive!" ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ?. Cao Zhengchun seemed to have completely come back to his senses. The panic in his eyes dissipated, and there was only some inexplicable smell in it. "Did you take action?" The sword that had cut his throat just now sounded, and the sword with a strong hint of death With a sword strike, Cao Zhengchun was ready to die. But for some reason, Yan Ruofeng's sword that seemed to isolate space and break through time was inexplicably deflected. Yan Ruofeng himself was also thrown heavily several feet away. The arrogant and domineering appearance outside his body seemed to be filled with dark clouds. The black demonic energy was also forced back into the body by an unknown force. Yan Ruofeng just spat out an unknown byte and was defeated. There are experts here! Cao Zhengchun also knows him. "Looking at Cao Zhengchun's complicated face, there must be some connection between the two. At this time, Cao Zhengchun had a complicated expression on his face, looking coldly in the direction of his secret room, and said: "Don't think that I will forgive you. You made me look like this. Even if you give me everything, I will not forgive you." I will never forget how cold-blooded and ruthless you were back then, so ruthless that you personally killed your wife and turned your son into a eunuch like you! This is a cruel way to cut off descendants and lose the joy of the world. No one is willing to be a eunuch unless forced to the extreme. Unless there is a deep hatred, no one is willing to kill his opponent with a sword than turn him into a eunuch. But Cao Zhengchun was turned into an eunuch by his father, and his father also personally killed his mother and his own wife! It is said that tiger poison cannot eat its children, so what kind of father is Cao Zhengchun? That person? Or, is he still a human being? Why is he doing this? ! ! ! ! And why did he take action just now? What is his purpose for all this? What did he do to make Yan Ruofeng, who was possessed by the devil, choose to retreat? All of this is covered with a veil, and someone needs to slowly lift it. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ There are many different places and corners in the world. Here, there is a corner that has been forgotten by the world for a long time. This is an endless wasteland, it seems to be at least a hundred acres wide; but as far as you can see, it is full of desolation. Even flowers, trees, birds and animals are very rare, and there are no traces of human beings. However, there are really traces of people here! "But in the middle of this huge wasteland, there is a simple and small stone house standing there. Ordinary people always like to live in groups, why does the owner of this house choose this remote shabby house to live alone? Is this house owner extremely unusual? The wind blows constantly, and under the constant sound of wind, this stone house looks like a person who has struggled tenaciously throughout his life. Now we have to face the waning old man, who seems really tired. Even a house looks tired. It can be speculated that the heart of the owner of the house will be the same - tired? Yes! He is really tired! Since the moment he met the "sword", it was destined that he would never give up. A destiny that never gets tired! And he, the sword, have been separated by the law since then, and have been entangled for half their lives. His relationship with the sword is like a heart-stirring, hard-to-leave love. His sword is a sword unparalleled in the world! His swordsmanship is unparalleled in the world. This swordsmanship even transcends obstacles in the human world! However, no one knew that he was actually bitter and frightened in his heart. I was horrified by the sword in his hand, and horrified by the swordsmanship he displayed! He is worried, he is afraid, because that sword is no longer a sword wielded by a man, but a sword wielded by a man! This is something that he, a swordsman of unparalleled brilliance, would never allow. So, in the glorious age, he chose to go into seclusion, leaving behind the sword in his hand, leaving behind the unparalleled swordsmanship, leaving behind all the glory he had. Now, only the unbearable desolation remains ¡ Just like the desolation of this endless wasteland in front of me. In the confused world, only this simple stone house and the constant sound of wind accompany him as he wanes; even the "sword" that was with him through life and death and pierced the hearts of countless masters for him is no longer with him. beside him. What accompanied him was only boundless loneliness and desolation But today, in that dead wasteland, in the howling wind, Jing'er seemed to have sent some unexpected sounds, poking the annoying of falling wings. The sound was like a herd of wild horses running wild. No! Don't say "as if"! I should say - "Really?!" There really is a wild horse, and for some unknown reason, it is charging straight towards this stone house! Just when dozens of wild horses were galloping like thunder five feet in front of the cabin, suddenly, a "pop" sound came from the door! The sound was inaudible, and the door was not open, but surprisingly, the dozens of wild horses that rushed towards the door were chopped into pieces in an instant: howling miserably, and then with a "peng" sound, dozens of wild horses were instantly chopped into pieces. Blood smeared on the ground, and in the open space in front of the closed door, a huge blood sword about several feet long was suddenly smeared with horse blood! The situation was extremely tragic, and the bloody sword couldn't help but feel hot steam rising from it. Was that hot steam caused by the wild horses dying too quickly, before the horse's blood had time to cool down? Or some residual energy? The remaining energy of the peerless sword energy? The door has not been opened, the person has not appeared, the sword has not been exposed, but the horse is dead; how did the people inside the house deal with the wild horses? "It's just that no one has seen this seemingly miraculous swordsmanship, this swordsmanship that dominates and kills the world!" Or, no one in this world can remember such a swordsmanship or such a person! "Hey, I have been cultivating my health for decades, but I didn't expect that this sword attack would still occur from time to time. Even if I suppress it forcibly, it can only be a buffer. It really goes with the old saying, once you are in despair, it is difficult to turn back. The Thirteen Ruthless Swords are even more ruthless!" The people in the hut groaned and sighed deeply, with an indescribable melancholy. This desolate little hut gave rise to an unforgettable melancholy! If Yan Ruofeng, Shangguan Haitang, Duan Tianya and others were here, they would definitely recognize the traces of this sword. It is the fifteenth sword of Yan Ruofeng's Thirteen Deadly Swords. However, the mystery in this dilapidated hut is just in front of them. The man's sword was even more shocking, but his man was not controlled by the sword! Who is he? What is the connection with the Thirteen Deadly Swords? PS: That¡¯s it for today. Two chapters will be updated tomorrow.