The last time we saw each other, it seemed like he had gotten to his current position without any effort.
He seems to have another name that has been forgotten.
Fox masks, thousands of faces for each person.
Zhang Shuming's eyes were also filled with many complex emotions.
He seemed to be recalling the scene not long ago when the Lord of Eternal Night broke into his meeting room with a sword and put the sword on his neck to force him.
Or maybe the Immortal Forbidden Lord is pretending to obey his orders but actually harming the interests of his subordinates to achieve his own goals.
It was still those few people who were killed. They were pretending to obey me but actually disobeying me all day long and causing trouble for me.
Now the ban master has escaped, and those who pretended to obey the law but actually disobeyed it are dead. Although faith has collapsed, it is not necessarily a good thing.
He looked at the four people in front of him.
However, Second Uncle Murong Huishou, as the master of space, was suppressed by those old guys.
My uncle's whereabouts are unknown now. If he could come back, everything would be much easier.
But then the game would go from hard mode to easy mode, which would defeat the purpose of the game.
Zhang Shuming looked at everyone and asked, "How are the people I asked you to train going?"
After hearing Zhang Shuming's words, Number Five smiled and said to Zhang Shuming, "Don't worry, Shuming, those more than ten people from the Changming clan are exactly like her in appearance."
"I guarantee that even if I stand before you, I won't be able to tell the difference..."
"That's great, the show is about to begin."
"Let Jian Fatian of the Sword Sect jump around a bit. I believe she wants to get rid of these unruly practitioners even more than we do."
"After all, we were the ones who spread the secret of this kid's blood through someone else's hands."
'Since then, the current situation is also within our expectations.'
"Isn't it?"
When Zhang Shuming finished speaking, Number Five, Number Seven, Number Nine, and Number Ten all squinted their eyes and laughed.
No one answered.
The memories faded away, and only Zhang Shuming was still sitting in the conference room.
An extremely dark shadow appeared behind him.
When the shadow appeared, Zhang Shuming's voice slowly said, "Divine Shadow."
When Zhang Shuming's voice fell, the shadow behind him knelt down directly.
He knelt behind Zhang Shuming and said in a low, emotionless voice, "Master, do you need me to end this chaotic world?"
"I can......"
Before Shenying could finish his words, Zhang Shuming interrupted him with a wave of his hand.
"You can't do that right now."
"Without absolute certainty, you must never take action. Everyone can get into trouble, but you can't." Zhang Shuming turned his gaze to the dark shadow behind him, when the moonlight shone on the dark shadow through the window.
His appearance emerged clearly under the moonlight.
He has gray hair, a handsome face and a sharp temperament.
Zhang Shuming looked at Shenying and smiled faintly: "I didn't expect that in the blink of an eye, you and I have grown old."
When Shen Ying heard Zhang Shuming's words, a long-lost smile appeared on his lips: "Thirty years have passed in the blink of an eye."
"How can I not age?"
Zhang Shuming looked at Shenying and nodded: "Yes!"
"Thirty years have passed."
"How is that man now?"
"Crazy about the sword!" Shenying seemed to know who Zhang Shuming was asking about, and blurted out the answer.
Zhang Shuming looked at the divine shadow and said, "Take me to see it. It's time to see what the old man Lichou looks like now, who shocked the martial arts world a hundred years ago with his Farewell Sword and made everyone pursue the highest level of swordsmanship and want to become a sword immortal."
With a wave of Shenying's hand, the environment Zhang Shuming was in changed immediately.
Appeared in a fortress.
They walked straight into the depths of the fortress.
It was a huge space with an old man inside.
He was dressed in a green shirt and leather shoes, with an extraordinary aura, and boundless sword energy permeated around his body.
He held a sword in his hand.
He kept repeating in his mouth: "Jian Ming Farewell!"
"Please enlighten me!"
"One sword opens the heavens and the earth, and the waves are heard for a hundred days!"
"When the peach blossoms bloom, who will draw his sword and startle the cycle of reincarnation?"
"It can only be me, Li Chou, who slays the immortal with one sword, showing my divine power."
"This sword is called Withered Glory."
As the old man with sorrow recited it one by one.
He finally drew the sword in his hand.
The moment the sword was unsheathed, everything around it felt the fluctuations of the old man Lichou's sword.
Everyone around seemed to be trapped in the sword power of the old man Lichou.
The originally white floor tiles seemed to be stained with the traces of time. With the old man Lichou as the center, everything within five meters around him was slowly being stained with the traces of time.
Finally, the floor tiles gradually became yellow and rotten.
"Crack!" A dense mass of objects shattered into pieces.
His sword had not yet been drawn, but the sword energy around him was already extremely strong. The broken floor tiles slowly floated up and kept spinning around him.
Waves of air rose up from the surroundings, swirling and emitting a terrifying aura.
The divine shadow stood in front of Zhang Shuming and blocked everything for him.
Zhang Shuming looked at the old man Lichou with excitement in his eyes.
This feeling is no less than that of the Lord of Eternal Night, or even stronger.
"Stop him!" Zhang Shuming looked at the old man Lichou and said to Shenying.
If he swung this sword, I guess everything here would be razed to the ground.
The next second, the divine figure disappeared behind Zhang Shuming, and when it reappeared, it had already arrived in front of the old man Lichou.
The speed was so fast that even old man Li Chou only reacted when he got close to him.
The divine shadow directly struck the hilt of the old man Lichou's sword.
Old Man Lichou looked at Shenying and smiled: "It's better that you came!"
"Just try out the old man's sword technique!"
Shenying looked at the old man Lichou and said softly, "I can't have fun with you today. The master is here."
"Besides, you're looking for a swordsman, and I don't practice swordsmanship!"
Hearing this, the old man Lichou sighed helplessly: "I'm afraid this dream is all in vain!"
"My sword has reached perfection. I control the years around me. Now I want to use it to challenge heroes from a hundred years from now!"
Hearing this, Zhang Shuming laughed: "You can challenge Jian Fatian of the Sword Sect!"
As Zhang Shuming finished speaking, Old Man Lichou shook his head and refused, "I've seen his sword. If I strike him, he'll die."
"He's not worthy of my sword!"
"That Sword Immortal Gu Baili?"
"I have already tested his sword in my early years."
"It's very powerful, but it shouldn't be as good as the Three Withering and Blooming Days and the Three Autumns Days that I have realized now."
"So what do you think of her?"
As he spoke, Zhang Shuming took out the tablet he had prepared earlier, and the scene playing on it was the scene of Miao Qingyin killing Wangchuan.
When old man Lichou saw the sword energy in Miao Qingyin's hand, his eyes were filled with sword energy.
With a casual strike of the sword, boundless sword energy spreads in all directions.
Every sword strike felt as heavy as a raging storm.
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