In Dao Lan's hand, the ancient stone-patterned sword, which was shining with silver light patterns, let out a long-suppressed sword cry.
Shan Yunxiu stared blankly at her sweetheart.
This was who he was.
This was who he used to be.
He had come back.
Wei Ximin grinned hideously, stared at Dao Lan, and said, "Back then, you were no match for me. Now, you are no match for me. I will trample you under my feet again and let you understand what a real genius is and what real pride is … Kill!"
Surrounded by black mist, he pointed out with one finger.
"Demon Abyss Sky-devouring Finger … One Finger to Swallow Heaven and Earth!"
A solid black snake coiled around his fingertip, spitting out its red tongue.
World-destroying demonic aura swirled around.
"Driving the White Crane in the Misty Rain!"
Dao Lan waved the ancient stone-patterned sword in his hand.
He had performed the same swordsmanship once before, but it was easily defeated by Dao Lan.
But this time, he performed it again. In the misty rain in the sky, an indescribable sense of poignant beauty rose in the hearts of everyone who saw this sword move.
"Ah …"
Screams rang out.
Wei Ximin retreated as if avoiding snakes and scorpions.
His fingertip was cut off by the sword light.
He was defeated in one move.
"How could this be?"
"I don't believe it." Wei Ximin looked at his severed finger, and his face became more and more ferocious.
Dao Lan was unwilling to say more.
He waved the ancient stone-patterned sword again.
"The Misty Rain of the Southern Dynasty."
It was the same sword move again.
Dao Lan's body movement and bearing had already changed. The same move was wielded by him again. He was like a peerless painter walking with an umbrella in the misty rain, and the sword in his hand was his brush.
The brush moved like dragons and snakes.
The sword shocked ghosts and gods.
Wei Ximin's expression was hysterical. "Demon Abyss Sky-devouring Finger … Two Fingers to Shake the Sky!"
He pressed out two fingers. Heaven and earth seemed to be about to be shattered and shaken by these two fingers.
But —
"Puff!"
Blood sputtered.
Two severed fingers flew up in the spray of blood.
Wei Ximin staggered back as if he had seen a ghost in broad daylight.
Both of his moves were the finger techniques that he was most proud of.
He had killed countless strong enemies with the [Demon Abyss Devouring Finger].
However, the result of his two moves today was that his right hand was only left with two fingers.
A feeling of the disparity that made him feel powerless welled up in his heart.
This was even worse than killing him.
"I don't believe it … A piece of trash like you wants to stand on my head? Dream on! Dream on! "Wei Ximin stared at Dao Lan, completely hysterical.
His originally young and handsome face had become hideous and twisted like the ugliest devil.
"Abyssal Devouring Finger, third finger …"
He bellowed.
However, a sword pierced through his chest and interrupted the condensation of the third move.
Stone Vein Ancient Sword.
The hilt of the sword was in Dao Lan's hand.
Blood gushed out of Wei Ximin's mouth uncontrollably.
He looked at Dao Lan in disbelief.
Dao Lan said calmly, "The first two moves are to tell you that the real Misty Rain Sword of the Southern Dynasty is enough to crush your [Demon Abyss Devouring Finger]. And this move is to tell you that you are so vulnerable in front of me that killing you is as easy as killing a chicken."
He stepped on Wei Ximin's chest and abdomen, knocking him down.
He slowly pulled out the stone vein ancient sword.
"You … Hehe …" Wei Ximin still wanted to struggle, but the Misty Rain Sword Intent that poured into his body through the stone vein ancient sword had instantly destroyed his natural qi and destroyed his meridians and Dantian. He couldn't gather any strength at all, so he could only fall to the ground.
Dao Lan stepped on Wei Ximin's chest and looked down at him, saying, "Today, I'll send you, a bloody and twisted butcher, to hell."
The tip of the stone vein ancient sword was aimed at Wei Ximin's forehead.
Shrouded by the shadow of death, the anger and panic on Wei Ximin's face gradually dissipated.
"Okay, do it. Haha … I … I've returned everything I owe you." He laughed wildly and looked at Dao Lan. "Do it. Give me the dignity and glory I deserve."
At the last moment of his life, Wei Ximin seemed to have calmed down.
Dao Lan shook his head and corrected him word by word, "You're wrong. You didn't return it to me. I took it back with my own hands. These are two different things."
The disdain and contempt in his eyes deeply hurt Wei Ximin's originally calm heart.
"As for the last dignity and glory?" Dao Lan sneered and said, "Haha, do you deserve it?"
Wei Ximin suddenly struggled violently again. "Why not? What are you talking about? After all, I once defeated you. You were once defeated by me. I … "
Before his voice died away —
The stone vein ancient sword completely pierced through his head.
The sword intent destroyed all his vitality.
"I … I don't accept it! I don't want to accept it! "
Wei Ximin screamed in a twisted manner at the last moment of his life.
But everything had come to an end.
Dao Lan slowly pulled out the stone vein ancient sword, stood in front of Wei Ximin's body, and wiped off the blood on the sword with Wei Ximin's black clothes.
This battle, which had been full of twists and turns, finally came to an end.
Dao Lan turned back to Li Mu and bowed deeply to him.
Li Mu smiled.
At first, he just felt that Dao Lan was a little mysterious, but he didn't expect that there was such a story behind him.
But today, the number one genius of the Flaming Yellow Army finally regained the long-lost glory.
Today, Dao Lan's cultivation was half a step to the King Realm. He alone and his sword were enough to sweep across the entire Brilliance Immortal Star Region. No matter how vast the Ziwei Star Zone was, he could still go there.
Shan Yunxiu burst into tears of joy. She gently hugged Dao Lan on the side.
All the suffering and torture finally dissipated.
"Haha, Amitayus Buddha, brother, we meet again." The old Taoist appeared on the Sword of Freedom and winked at Li Mu.
Li Mu recognized that this wretched-looking Taoist was the wretched-looking old Taoist who was watching him in the crowd when he was cutting the stone in the Star Posthouse of the Gold Sun Sect. Judging from his voice, he was also the wretched-looking Celestial Master who appeared in the mass of Primordial Qi in the sky during the battle of Star Wind City.
Sure enough, they were the same person.
"Senior." Li Mu returned the salute.
The old Taoist said with a laugh, "Hey, don't, don't. We are almost the same now. Don't call me senior. Just call me Brother Celestial Master."
"Brother Celestial Master?
What a coquettish name! "
At this time, the figure in the black cloak also landed on the deck of the Sword of Freedom.
"We meet again."
A strange sound, like two Primordial Stones covered with moss rubbing against each other, rang out.
Li Mu's eyes lit up. "It's you?"
The black-cloaked figure turned out to be the mysterious black-cloaked vendor who sold Primordial Stones in the market of Gold Town.
"It turns out that you are also a member of the Flame Yellow Army. Doesn't that mean …" Li Mu was greatly surprised.
"In that case, this black-cloaked vendor who even has a divine-level Primordial Stone is also a sinner?"
Li Mu suddenly saw the light.
He had read on the Immortal Net that there had been a battle between two General-level experts in the outer space of the Bitter Star that day. The two sides were evenly matched. Apart from the hellish three-headed dog, the other side must be the camp of sinners led by the Celestial Master. However, except for the Celestial Master, the other General-level experts did not show up. But the mysterious black-cloaked vendor appeared in Gold Town so coincidentally. It was not a coincidence. But like the wretched Taoist Celestial Master, he came to Gold Town to recuperate after the battle.
The mysterious black-cloaked vendor nodded and said, "The younger generation will surpass us in time. I didn't expect that the little guy who was doing odd jobs in the inferior world that day turned out to be the hero who turned the tide today."
At this time, the 100,000 ghost cultivators had already lined up and retreated.
The soldiers of the Flame Yellow Army also came to the side of the Sword of Freedom.
When they lifted their masks, Li Mu saw that some of the soldiers were young cultivators, while some were old men with weathered faces.
Their appearances were different.
The only thing they had in common was the fearless fighting spirit in their eyes, as well as their loyalty to their comrades and their race.
Perhaps their armors had been damaged, their weapons chipped, and they looked a little tired. But their willpower supported the flag of the Flame Yellow Blood Dragon Army, which made them one of the top three elite troops in the Ziwei Star Zone. In their heyday, they had trampled across the starry sky. Wherever they pointed their weapons at, all races would tremble in fear.
A kind of uncontrollable respect welled up in Li Mu's heart.
When he thought that he was fighting alone in the Divine Land, on Earth, on the Bitter Star, and in Star Wind City, in fact, there was such a fearless iron-blooded army that was also struggling to support the survival of the Flame Yellow Blood Dragon Army.
Compared with what he had done, these seemingly ordinary soldiers had paid more and were more noble.
Looking at the expectant, respectful, and admiring faces and their eyes, Li Mu didn't know why, but his heart ached for no reason, and then he felt his blood boiling.
"You … have worked hard." Li Mu saluted to such an iron-blooded army.
The soldiers did not speak.
They took off their helmets and held them on the left side of their chests. Then, they pressed the weapons in their right hands tightly against the right side of their chests, and then gently hit it.
Clang!
Clang! Clang! Clang!
It was the sound of weapons hitting armor.
It was also the sound of loyalty hitting the heart.
This was the highest respect the Dark Yellow Army gave to a hero.
Even the wretched-looking old Taoist Celestial Master also put his fist on his chest with a solemn expression at this moment.
"They have all heard your story and know your legend." The mysterious black-cloaked vendor walked to Li Mu's side and said, "In the vast universe where the whole world is your enemy, only loyalty and passion are immortal. Every story of the sinners' resistance, whether it is a success or a failure, is the greatest motivation for them to move forward. The affairs of the world are like a game of chess, and life is like a pawn. The Flame Yellow Blood Dragon Army, the Divine Dragon Army, has ever seen a Flame Yellow Army soldier take half a step back in the vast universe?"
The wretched-looking Taoist Celestial Master also said, "When we gather, we are like a ball of fire, but when we disperse, we are like stars in the sky. No matter where we are, we have never forgotten our mission. The Flame Yellow Army will never yield."
Dao Lan also looked at the wounded soldiers in front of him, pressed the ancient stone sword against his chest, and said, "Brothers, today, I'm back. I will defend the dignity and glory of the Flame Yellow Army with the sword in my hand and the blood in my body."
Clang! Clang! Clang!
The soldiers saluted back.
Shan Yunxiu gently stood beside Dao Lan. She did not say a word, but she had already made everything clear.
The soldiers and high-level members of the Shan family who had survived the war might not understand the soul-stirring passion of the sinners, but they were also shocked by the scene in front of them. Looking at these people, looking at the calm but peerless fanaticism on their faces, from Shan Zhengfeng, the patriarch of the family to every sailor, they all felt goosebumps all over their bodies and lost the ability to speak in shock.
Li Mu smiled with tears. "I'm back, too."
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