Chapter 510

The Far North.

The wind howled, and frost and snow filled the sky.

At this moment, an old man and a young man were walking with difficulty in the snow.

The old man's steps were faltering, his white hair fluttering.

However, the sword-tip-shaped mark between his brows added quite a bit of spirit.

It was evident that when the old man was young, he must have been a man of great elegance.

However, he was already old.

His steps were faltering, his form withered.

This vast snowfield made him unable to see the end.

That day, Wushuang asked him to come out of the mountains.

However, after he decided to come out, he discovered that Wushuang City had changed hands.

City Lord Mingyue!

A person from the Ming family of Wushuang City!

Even his brother Dugu Yifang was a fake.

In fact, the Sword Saint had known for a long time.

However, he did not care about Wushuang City, only able to let the fake Dugu Yifang manage it.

He paralyzed himself like this, as long as it was still Wushuang City, it was fine.

Because of this, for these years, he never went to Wushuang City.

The fake Dugu Yifang was dead!

The Dugu family did not even leave behind any descendants.

The Sword Saint had resentment in his heart!

However, he could not destroy the Ming family.

Even, he did not have the ability to destroy the Ming family.

The Demon Lord's strength was far above his.

This full chest of anger, unwillingness.

He found Wuming.

However, Wuming had already entered the Heavenly Sword realm in his swordsmanship.

The Heavenly Sword is the master of ten thousand swords, representing the will of heaven.

This was not something he could defeat.

Because of this, he wanted to fight the Martial God.

Although Wuming said that he was not the Martial God's opponent.

But his life was not long.

Because of this, he acted on his own, just wanting to find the Martial God Xiao Mochen and fight to end the karma of Wushuang City.

Even if it meant death, he would fight to the death.

Instead of living a lonely and desolate life.

"Grandpa Sword Saint, why don't we go back?"

Wushuang looked at the old man before him with some worry.

Everyone said the Sword Saint was an invincible expert.

But the old man before him was clearly half a foot into the grave.

"You brat, do you not think highly of this old man either?"

The Sword Saint scolded.

However, he knew.

This was Wushuang's concern.

However, some things, he had to do.

The Sword Saint looked ahead, reached out his hand, and took out the wine from his waist.

He never drank wine.

Because wine is a great taboo for a swordsman.

But today, he drank the first sip of wine in his life.

And also the last cup of wine.

His eyes became firm again.

Is my life going to stop here?

No!

Absolutely not!

I want to fight!

I want to prove to the world, my sword, my strength!

My life, absolutely does not stop here!

With an unwilling heart, the Sword Saint's body leaned forward.

A bright light radiated from him.

At this moment, heaven and earth were eclipsed.

Only the Sword Saint felt incomparably refreshed, as if he had broken out of a cage.

He had never been so free, even unable to help but fly up.

The next moment, he saw his own body.

Is this the soul leaving the body?

The Sword Saint had a vague realization.

"Wushuang, you stay here!"

"This old man, is going!"

In an instant, the Sword Saint disappeared without a trace.