The Sword Dynasty

Chapter 898

No one knew what he meant by needing a sword now.

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

So a practitioner standing beside him silently handed over a sword.

Yuan Wu held the sword.

The moment he held the sword in his hand, it seemed that some vitality returned to his body.

At the same time, however, his hands began to tremble.

"Too heavy."

He looked at the sword and shook his head, "A lighter sword."

This sword is called "Qing Jue", and it is not the standard sword of the Qin Dynasty, but in the world of practitioners, this sword is not very important.

The sergeants and practitioners around still didn't understand what he was thinking, but after hearing his words, more than a dozen swords were still handed over.

Among these swords are short swords that are as thin as cicada wings, three-foot-long finger-wrapping swords, and seven-foot long swords, but the blades are extremely thin and weigh only a fraction of ordinary swords.

Yuan Wu glanced at these swords, and held one of the withered yellow long swords.

This sword is called "Xuanmu", and it is made of a type of adamantine wood in an extremely cold place. After polishing, its sharpness is comparable to fine gold, but its weight is one-third of that of ordinary black iron swords.

Yuan Wu held the sword, and then he stood up.

This sword was like a crutch to him at this moment, but he stood up and stopped shaking. The soldiers and practitioners around him looked at him with admiration and admiration.

The current Yuan Wu has no true energy in his body, and he is a useless person in the world of practitioners. However, even so, his posture of holding a sword and the kind of demeanor with which he uses a sword are still few people can match.

Yuan Wu waved his sword.

There was a slight whining wind in the air.

The hole in Yuan Wu's eyes disappeared a bit, and he seemed to be alive again, with a self-deprecating smile, "This sword is called Qianqingfeng, and with my past cultivation, it is a palace, and it will be thrown away." Flying out, I didn’t expect that it would only be able to bring such a sound like an old dog whimpering.”

The sergeants and practitioners behind him felt desolate, and some even wept aloud.

"You go."

Yuan Wu waved his hand lightly, signaling these soldiers and practitioners to leave.

"Your Majesty!" These sergeants and practitioners were shocked and raised their heads one after another.

"What's the point of you staying?" Yuan Wu just waved his hand again, and smiled sarcastically, "Isn't it just a matter between me and him in the end?"

A practitioner heard Yuan Wu's meaning, and said with emotion: "Your Majesty, you want to be with Ding Ning..."

Yuan Wu glanced at him, nodded, and interrupted his words
Everyone can see that his mind has been made up.

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

These sergeants and practitioners stopped talking and left after bowing and saluting.

Among the several black tents, only Yuan Wu was left.

The whole world seemed to have quieted down, and Yuan Wu seemed to be the only one left.

There weren't many things in this temporary camp, and when these soldiers and practitioners left, they didn't take much with them.

When the wind blew the door of the tent and there was a slight knocking sound, Yuan Wu looked out from the raised tent curtain and saw the marching iron pot on the brazier whose flame had been extinguished.

Beside the marching iron pot, some dry food was piled up.

There are sun-dried and hard millet cakes, and dried beef and mutton.

Yuan Wu laughed bitterly.

There was a sound in his stomach, which was not caused by any flow of vitality in the past, but just pure hunger and hunger.

He has not had this feeling of hunger to panic for many years, especially after reaching the eighth realm, he rarely needs to eat like ordinary people.

However, even in the process of practicing before, he had extremely strict control over his diet and daily life, and most of the food he ate was a panacea that would benefit the practitioner.

He stepped out of the tent and started a fire.

The flames rose and boiled the water in the marching iron pot.

He cut some dried beef and mutton into it, and when it boiled slightly again, he broke the millet cakes and threw them into the pot, then put salt grains, and some weeds that can increase the aroma and color of the food.

He has seen a lot of these in his previous battles with Han Zhaowei. Although he seldom does it himself, he is no stranger to it.

He started to eat.

Hunger is the source of all good food.

This pot of crude and simple food, to Yuan Wu at this time, was a taste that he had not seen for a long time, and it was indescribably sweet.

Being full and warm makes people think a lot, such as having the strength to think about sex, but for Yuan Wu at this time, this pot of food that makes him full and warm reminds him of many beautiful things in this world. Let him have 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 protruding belly, raised his head and looked in the direction of Changling.

He laughed, and there was a lot less bitterness and resentment in his smile, but it suddenly became more sharp and ruthless.

"I would like to thank you for pushing me to this point."

He looked at Changling, smiled and said to himself, "Dissatisfaction comes from disbelief. Since many years ago, I have lived in your shadow. You naturally think that I am mediocre. I am far inferior to you in terms of strategy and cultivation. But I don't think so. I don't think I'm weaker than you, I naturally want to prove that I'm stronger than you, 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 Nine Dead Silkworms to bring you back to life. In terms of cultivation, I didn't have confidence at the time, but when I crossed the eight realms, I was even more unconvinced. But I have won the world, and I dare not take risks. "

"If you dare not take risks, you are afraid to fight with you. Now that I think about it, I regret it. You and I should have used such a duel to understand. As early as when you entered Changling and became famous, I I should have a duel with you."

"I didn't dare before, I was afraid before, but it doesn't mean that I think I'm really not as good as you, I'm really not as good as you... I'm really not convinced. Now that I have nothing, I have nothing to be afraid of ? I now have the confidence to fight you, the confidence to try to kill you."

Yuan Wu stood up slowly.

He took the sword and started walking.

He doesn't have real energy now, so walking to Changling like this is easy to get tired, but he prefers to do this, because the more he is like this, 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 now going to Changling to have a fair fight with Ding Ning.

Since he was already a useless person without real energy, Ding Ning naturally had to empty all the real energy in his body.

(End of this chapter)