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Chapter 230 A late battle

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    No one knew what he meant now that he needed a sword.  But in the eyes of these soldiers and practitioners who were still loyal to him, even if he committed suicide and died, he could still save some face.  So a cultivator standing beside him silently handed over a sword.  Yuanwu held the sword.  The moment his hand held the sword, it seemed that some vitality returned to his body.  However, his hands began to tremble at the same time.  "Too heavy." He looked at the sword and shook his head, "I want a lighter sword." This sword is called "Qing Jue" and is not the standard sword of the Qin Dynasty, but in the world of practitioners,  The weight of this sword is not too heavy.  The sergeants and practitioners around him still didn¡¯t understand what he was thinking, but after hearing his words, more than a dozen swords were handed over.  Among these swords are short swords as thin as cicada wings, three-foot-long finger-wrap swords, and seven-foot long swords. However, the sword body is extremely thin and its weight is only a fraction of that of an ordinary sword.  Yuan Wu glanced at these swords and held one of them, a withered yellow long sword.  This sword is called "Xuanmu". It is made of a kind of diamond wood from extremely cold places. After polishing, it is as sharp as fine gold, but its weight is one-third of the ordinary black iron sword.  Yuanwu took hold of the sword, and then he stood up.  This sword looked like a crutch to him at this time, but he stood up and stopped shaking. The soldiers and practitioners around him looked at him with more admiration and admiration in their eyes.  There is no real energy left in Yuan Wu's body now. To the world of practitioners, he is a useless person. However, even so, his posture of holding a sword and his demeanor with a sword are still something that few people can match.  Yuan Wu waved his sword.  There was a slight whine of wind in the air.  The hollowness in Yuanwu's eyes disappeared a little more, and he seemed to be alive again, smiling self-deprecatingly, "This sword is called Qianqingfeng. With my past cultivation, even a palace will be destroyed."  Flying out, I didn't expect that it would only bring such a sound like an old dog whimpering." The soldiers and practitioners behind him were all sad, and some even cried.  "You guys go." Yuan Wu waved his hand lightly, signaling the sergeants and practitioners to leave.  "Your Majesty!" These soldiers and practitioners were shocked and raised their heads.  "What's the point of you staying?" Yuan Wu just waved his hand again and smiled sarcastically, "In the end, isn't it just a matter between me and him?" A practitioner heard Yuan Wu's words.  Meaning, he said with emotion: "Your Majesty, you want to marry Ding Ning." Yuanwu glanced at him, nodded, and interrupted his words. "Everyone can see that he has made up his mind."  Everyone could tell that he didn't want to talk any more.  These soldiers and practitioners stopped talking and bowed one after another before leaving.  In several black tents, only Yuan Wu was left.  The whole world seemed to be quiet, and it seemed that only Yuan Wu was left.  There weren¡¯t many things in this temporary camp, and the soldiers and practitioners didn¡¯t take many things with them when they left.  When the wind blew the tent door, making a slight knocking sound, Yuan Wu looked out from the raised tent curtain and saw the marching iron pot on the brazier with the flame extinguished.  Next to the marching iron pot, there is some dry food piled up.  There are sun-dried and hard millet cakes, and air-dried beef and mutton.  Yuan Wu smiled bitterly.  There was a sound in his stomach, which was not caused by any flow of energy in the past, but just pure hunger.  He has not had this feeling of hunger and panic for many years, especially after reaching the Eighth Realm, he rarely needs to eat like ordinary people.  However, even in his previous practice, he was extremely strict in controlling his diet and daily life. Most of his food was elixir that was very beneficial to the practitioner.  He walked out of the tent and started to light a fire.  The flames rose up and boiled the water in the marching iron pot.  He cut some air-dried beef and mutton into it, and when it boiled slightly again, he broke up the millet cakes and threw them into the pot, then added salt grains and some wild herbs that could increase the aroma and color of the food.  He has seen a lot of these in his previous battles with Han, Zhao and Wei. Although he rarely does it himself, he is not unfamiliar with it.  He started to eat.  Hunger is the source of all good food?.  This pot of crude and simple food, for Yuan Wu at this time, has a long-lost taste, a sweetness that is difficult to describe in words.  Being full and warm makes people think a lot, such as having the strength to think about lust. But for Yuan Wu at this time, this pot of food that makes him full and warm reminds him more of the many beautiful things in this world.  He has more courage to survive.  If death is the final result, then these foods can also allow him to enjoy a lot of good things before death.  He touched his slightly bulging belly and raised his head to look in the direction of Changling.  He laughed, and the smile lost a lot of bitterness and resentment, but suddenly became more sharp and cruel.  "I would like to thank you for forcing me to this point." He looked at Changling and said to himself with a smile, "The dissatisfaction comes from being unconvinced. Since many years ago, I have been living in your shadow. You naturally feel that  I am mediocre, far inferior to you in terms of strategy and cultivation, but I don¡¯t think so. I naturally want to prove that I am stronger than you, and I can kill you, so you died.  I finally ascended the throne and became the strongest emperor in the world. " "But I didn't expect that the Nine Death Silkworms could bring you back to life. I didn't have confidence in my cultivation at the time, but when I crossed the Eight Realms, I  But I am even more unconvinced, but I have won the world, and I don¡¯t dare to take risks.¡± ¡°I don¡¯t dare to take risks because I am afraid of fighting you. Now that I think about it clearly, I regret it. We should have had such a duel a long time ago.  I understand that I should have had a duel with you as early as when you entered Changling and became famous. " "I didn't dare to do it before. I was afraid before, but it doesn't mean that I feel that I am really inferior to you. I am really better than you.  But you and I are really unconvinced. Now that I have nothing, what else can I be afraid of? I now have the confidence to fight you and try to kill you." Yuan Wu stood up slowly.  He started walking with this sword in his hand.  He has no real energy now, and walking to Changling like this will easily make him tired. However, he would rather do this, because the more so, the faster he can adapt and get used to the feeling of not having real energy.  Ding Ning told everyone in the world to give him a fair chance to fight.  Then he is going to Changling now to have a fair fight with Ding Ning.  Since he is already a useless person without true energy, Ding Ning naturally has to empty all the true energy in his body.  (The finale is coming soon, what do you want to say?)
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