Facing the second sword, Yiwei crossing the river, the ghost tailor still picked out a sword from the water with one finger. It seemed that Uncle Zhuzi was facing him with a sword, and he was about to fight with a sword. The ghost tailor's face was still ancient well-being. I can't tell whether he was really calm or what, but Uncle Zhuzi has three swords. Just looking at the first sword, he can't hurt him at all. Uncle Zhuzi's fight to die may not hurt this ghost tailor at all.

"It's a pity, Uncle Zhuzi." The fat man said at this time.

"Will he die?" I asked looking at the fat man.

"It's him who wants to die. After all, the ghost tailor came from that world. Over the past few hundred years, his skills have faded. However, a lean camel is bigger than a horse. Uncle Zhuzi is also a rare master. In time, he may not be able to enter the house on the kendo road. What a pity." said the fat man.

Although the fat man's words did not say clearly, the meaning was already very obvious. At this time, the sword had crossed the river with a reed. The sword was like a reed, floating above the water surface. The sword was so powerful that the ghost tailor still used the water sword to fight. The water sword was still broken inch by inch when it was touching the sword. However, the power of this sword was stronger than the previous sword Chunfeng Ten Miles. When the water sword completely shattered, the sword still had half a handle, stabbed the ghost tailor in the face. The ghost tailor raised his hand and greeted the sword with his hand.

This sword defeated the ghost tailor thirty-three steps, and the sword body was broken.

"This sword is called Wentian." Uncle Zhuzi started his hand, and the last sword came out, and this sword showed a dazzling light. This time, the ghost tailor finally stopped urging with a water sword. When the white rainbow rushed over, the ghost tailor slightly grabbed the hilt of the sword, but the sword continued to deteriorate, and his body was led by the sword for a hundred steps backwards. However, after about a hundred steps, the sword finally showed a decline. The ghost tailor sneered and reached out to press down. He seemed to be trying to press the sword under his feet.

The sword made a controversial sound, and the momentum surged again in an instant. The sword broke from the middle under the hands of the ghost tailor. As soon as the sword broke, the sword soared into the sky. It was too late for the ghost tailor to dodge. The sword was cut by the sword like a white rainbow and left a long blood mark on the ghost tailor's chest.

This last sword finally hurt the ghost tailor?

But he was just injured. Uncle Zhuzi's hand had no sword available, but the ghost tailor was still holding Uncle Zhuzi's last sword in his hand. He seemed angry that Uncle Zhuzi could be injured. He raised his sword and wanted to kill the sword man with his sword.

I took out a yellow talisman and prepared to stick it to my shoulder. I didn't stop Uncle Zhuzi just now, but I couldn't help saving him! But Chen Dongfang grabbed my hand and said, "It's not over yet."

The ghost tailor held a sword in his hand and rushed towards Uncle Zhuzi. The fight between the two of them was not as gorgeous as those masters who used swords on TV. It seemed like a collision of force. After Uncle Zhuzi's three swords, the ghost tailor finally fought back. The simple sword he returned.

"What else? Didn't you see him waiting for death?!" I responded to Chen Dongfang.

It was at this moment that Uncle Zhuzi closed his eyes, raised his head, and whispered: "I still have a sword, not hidden in my body, it is only in my heart."

The next moment, the broken sword in the ghost tailor's hand penetrated into Uncle Zhuzi's chest, but at the same time, Uncle Zhuzi hugged the ghost tailor in an instant. The next moment, a sword also pierced the body of the ghost tailor and shot out from behind.

My pupils contracted in an instant.

Uncle Zhuzi was nailed to the stone walls of twelve ghost caves. The ghost tailor took two steps back. He pulled out the sword on his chest and his body was shaking. Uncle Zhuzi's last sword for life exchange finally made the ghost tailor pay the price. When I looked at Uncle Zhuzi who was nailed to the stone wall, I threw off Chen Dongfang's hand and directly pasted the yellow talisman on his shoulder.

I may not be the opponent of the ghost tailor, but for me, some things are more important than life. I don’t care whether Uncle Zhuzi is determined to die, but I know he is dying for me!

I took a deep breath, and when the power was filling me, the fat man and Chen Dongfang wanted to hold me, but they could no longer hold me. I stepped into the water, and there was only the ghost tailor in my eyes.

"You are not my opponent now." The ghost tailor turned around and looked at me and said.

"So what, so what, no?" I rushed towards him and punched him. With this punch, I felt that I could destroy the world in an instant.

The ghost tailor sided slightly, dodged my punch, and then kicked me in the chest. This kick seemed to hit a huge rock on my chest. Since the fat man's yellow talisman, every time I get a little bit of the soul lamp, I will definitely be invincible.

But that was because I hadn't met a real opponent. I thought I might have the power to fight with the ghost tailor, but I didn't expect that he would break my ribs with just one kick, making it impossible for me to get up from the water.

The ghost tailor looked at me coldly and said, "I have given him enough respect for this last sword. When you light the soul lamp, you will understand that the world in heaven is by no means comparable to the world on earth, and the warrior on the earth is nothing more than an ant."

After the ghost tailor finished speaking, he turned around and left. I wanted to stand up, but now after being kicked by him, I didn’t even have the strength to stand up. Finally, the fat man, Chen Dongfang and Li Qing got into the water and dragged me up.

It was at this time that I saw my mother coming here at some point. She jumped onto a boat on the shore and rowed to the twelve ghost caves. She climbed onto the ghost cave, carried Uncle Zhuzi's body on her back, and then rowed to the shore again.

"Mom." I shouted softly.

My mother didn't cry, she nodded and said, "Let's go, go home."

When Han Xue saw this, she hurried over to support me. I shook my head and said, "I'm fine yet."

——My mother took a basin of water and cleaned up the blood on Uncle Zhuzi's body. We didn't go up to help, just watched it, looking at Uncle Zhuzi's face as peaceful as if he was asleep, I was thinking a lot of thoughts for a moment, and I thought about the care I had received from childhood to Uncle Zhuzi's family.

I thought of the criticisms that the villagers have spoken of for so many years.

When I thought about the relationship between them, I suddenly realized that perhaps my mother had always known Uncle Zhuzi's true identity.

Finally, my mother sorted out Uncle Zhuzi's face and said to me: "Yezi, I used to joke with him, saying that he treated you as his son, and then when he dies, he will let you be his coffin carryer. Now that he has left, you go and bury him."

I nodded and called Chen Qingshan. When he heard that Uncle Zhuzi was gone, he hurried over and came to the house to check the situation. I knew he wanted to know what happened, but he didn't ask after all, but silently called a few people to buy a coffin and then bury it.

Early the next morning, we were in a normal state and buried Uncle Zhuzi on the river beach. This was the place that Fatty showed. In Fatty's words, the Feng Shui of this place is not good, but Uncle Zhuzi can look at us and look at the twelve ghost caves.

——After the burial of Uncle Zhuzi, my mother still prepared the meal as usual, but none of us were in the mood to eat. In addition to the sadness brought by Uncle Zhuzi's sudden death, there was also the fight over Long Yuan at night. This time we experienced the horror of the ghost tailor.

Uncle Zhuzi's combat power has been beyond our imagination. The three swords are much stronger than the elder brother and Chen Dongfang. However, he has no room for fighting back under the ghost tailor.

The ghost tailor received the last sword and only expressed his respect for the dying person. Then, for us to fight against the ghost tailor at night?

But if you don’t fight, will Uncle Zhuzi die in vain?

How can we be willing?

In fact, now, sometimes I still feel a mess about my experiences in recent times. Over the past year, I have experienced too many things and met too many people I dared to think about before. I learned that Kunlun Mountain is not only a mountain, but also a Jade Emperor Dao in the mountains. I know that the Xuanyuan clan really exists.

I know I am a person from another world.

But I don't know what they want to do and what they want to do.

The Jade Emperor Dao and the Xuanyuan clan had no intention of helping. I know that for them, in the end, this was just a matter between the ghost tailor and me.

The ghost tailor wants to kill me.

I want to live.
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