It was Luo Feiyu and Gongsun Shiliu who received the long sword given to them by the Smiling Sword Yan who was hiding in the cave when they visited Quandu. Luo Feiyu got the sword, and Gongsun Shiliu got the music score "Elegy Ode".

The sword body is as crystal clear as water, and its true appearance cannot be revealed unless it is awakened by a tragic song. At that time, Sword Master Fu Xiang once joked that this sword was transformed from the sad tears of a fairy in the sky. But in fact, it was a sword fairy who turned himself into a sword a hundred years ago.

The eternal and dustless sword intention was incorporated into the only two lines of clear tears in his life, just to mourn the woman who played the sword song for him.

Only the sad sword song can awaken this sword.

"This is Juechen's tears." Mo Wendong looked at the sword coldly.

Luo Feiyu held Juechen's tears in his hands and was a little lost in thought.

Ren Shaohua sighed with emotion. He was one of the few people around Luo Feiyu who knew the secret of Juechen's tears. Since these Juechen's tears can appear on the sword, it means that Gongsun Shiliu has not forgotten his love for Luo Fei.

Yu's promise.

She finally came.

But, in another way, he stood by Luo Feiyu's side.

Luo Feiyu, who had not cried since meeting Mo Wendong just now, finally shed tears at this moment.

Tears falling into the Sword of Tears are like water droplets falling into the rivers and lakes, causing ripples.

In his tearful eyes, amidst the wind and sand, Luo Feiyu could vaguely see the girl holding an umbrella walking towards him. The fiery red dress outlined the girl's faith.

"There is a fire in my heart,

This flame can set a prairie fire for thousands of miles,

Create a peaceful and prosperous world for you."

"Hahahahahahahaha." Mo Wendong suddenly raised his head and laughed.

The past passed before his eyes like a revolving lantern.

From the first time I opened my eyes on the carp hall of the mirage, I saw Luo Yesi's smile, then I stepped into the mountains and studied chess with the stars, until I broke all the peach branches in the forest and entered the immortal tomb. Finally, in Quandu, my father was about to fall asleep.

When he was in the Sword Cave, he used magic to make his father "wait" for his mother's return.

Everyone has his own position in his heart.

He thought he was fighting for the past and for those who risked everything for the sake of common people.

But why are these people against him?

Although he laid plans for the world, how could he ever let those chess pieces die with regret?

In his opinion, it is better to die without regrets than to live with regrets.

"Why." Mo Wendong's eyes flashed with sadness, but soon turned into that indifferent look. He raised his silver clothes, raised his palms high, and was in front of Luo Feiyu in an instant.

A wave of pressure fell.

Heavenly City.

Luo Feiyu fell to his knees and spat out a mouthful of blood.

Mo Wendong laughed angrily and stretched out a hand. Bu Shenghan pushed it to the extreme and directly grasped Juechen's Sad Tears, as if he wanted to use the inner strength of the extreme cold to condense the tear sword.

But the Sword of Tears still flows as before, and only the drops of blood condensed into ice fall down.

The reason why Juechen's Tears of Tears has transformed from two lines of clear tears into the intact tear sword it is today is because the sword masters in the past generations have lived up to the tears that were integrated into the sword.

"Why! Why do you all want to be my enemy?" Mo Wendong shouted angrily.

"Because even you are your own enemy." Luo Feiyu looked at him coldly.

Mo Wendong was stunned: "What?"

Luo Feiyu trembled all over and managed to stand up: "Although you claim to be an immortal now, as you said, deep in your heart, you have never let go of your youthful self. The reason why you don't

If you dare to face your own heart, are you afraid that you now will disappoint you then?"

He tightened his grip on the hilt of the sword, his eyes determined.

"Shut up, shut up!" Mo Wendong roared angrily: "You wanted to avenge your mother, and I let you do it. Your good brother wanted to go crazy in the martial arts world, and I also let him deny his wish.

.You are repaying kindness with evil!"

"His so-called crazy martial arts world is just about traveling around the world with his lover by his side, instead of being trapped in the despair of the past forever." Luo Feiyu stabbed Mo Wendong's chest with his sword, "And you too

It’s just self-righteousness and selfishness to pave the way for others.”

Mo Wendong held the sword tightly, and the sound of tearing flesh and blood was shocking.

"Forget it, since you are so stubborn, I won't look at this paradise." Mo Wendong suddenly laughed, "Because I have lived in the paradise that my mother called me all my life. It's a pity that I still can't go back after all.

In this story.”

Ling Jianqiu was suddenly shocked: "Not good!"

Mu Kexin asked: "What's wrong?"

"Mo Wendong wants to explode his immortal body in advance." Ling Jianqiu said in a deep voice.

Black mist and purple thunder kept pouring out from Mo Wendong, surrounding him and Luo Feiyu. It was the wandering soul of Loulan, which represented the "Ultimate Yin", and the "Ultimate Yang" Zixiao Sword Thunder.

.Using the power of yin and yang to detonate this immortal body will inevitably lead to disasters that will affect the entire people.

But Luo Feiyu still only held Juechen's tears in his hands, trying to break free from Mo Wendong's control and move forward with his sword.

As long as the Cun Xin Xian Kou is activated and pierced into Mo Wendong's heart, Mo Wendong's immortal body will be broken, and all this will be over.

Mo Wendong naturally thought of this and hurriedly urged those Yang Lei and Yin Souls to approach his chest.

"Damn it!" Ling Jianqiu pressed the hilt of the sword, but felt a stinging pain in his heart.

As soon as Mu Ke's heart grasped Guhan's hand, he almost fainted and fell to the ground.

Liu Zangyue was holding a long sword, but her expression was complicated.

Only Ren Shaohua successfully took a step forward, but now he has surpassed all his abilities. Stopping Mo Wendong is nothing more than a fool's dream. But even so, he must give it a try.

Mo Wendong looked at Luo Feiyu: "That's it!"

But at this moment, a white shirt floated over and hugged Mo Wendong from behind.

Mo Wendong hurriedly turned his head, only to see that beautiful face that he had been thinking about all day long.

The visitor called softly: "Wen Dong."

Luo Feiyu felt that Mo Wendong's hand had lost strength for a moment, so he stabbed forward with all his strength. Juechen's tears soon penetrated Mo Wendong's chest. Mo Wendong was startled and wanted to break free, but

The woman in the white shirt hugged him so tightly that the sword of tears penetrated her body.

In an instant, the sword and thunder were extinguished, and the wandering soul drifted away.

Juechen's sad tears quickly turned into mist and slowly dissipated in the air.

Luo Yeci burst into tears: "Wen Dong."

The demonic nature in Mo Wendong's eyes dissipated in an instant. He leaned on Luo Yesi's shoulder and looked up at the sky.

"Ye Ci, do you want to take me away?"

"Yes." Luo Yesi's voice gradually became weak.

Mo Wendong smiled: "Where are we going?"

"It's late at night and I'm too old to return." Luo Yesi slowly closed his eyes.

In this desert, only a few miles away from Taoyuan, an immortal died.
Chapter completed!