After all, the Sword God is the Sword God.

The scope of meaning of this sentence is not only applicable to the empire and the Temple of Light, but also to the current Tang En.

That's right, the sword god Wu Ding is old now and is in dying due to serious injuries. But this doesn't mean anything. As long as he can breathe at this moment, he can suddenly raise his sword to kill someone in the next moment, and he will definitely succeed - there is almost no doubt about this!

So Tang En was very careful. Whether he was stepping down or pushing the door with his hand, the black dagger trembled and shook lightly, and the light was slight, like a venomous snake's tongue that was shrinking in his mouth, ready to go!

The next moment, push the door open.

The exquisite loft is a two-story building from the outside. In fact, after entering, I found that this is not the case. It only has one floor, so it is so grand. The house is a bit dark and very warm, mixed with the smell of medicine. In the quiet atmosphere, only the warmer around the corners of the wall makes a slight sound.

Deep inside the house surrounded by curtains, the thin old man leaned against the head of the bed, like a carved "No" and "Wrong". His thin and yellow face reflected the light of the candlelight beside him, and the dusk atmosphere could not be blocked. Only those eyes that looked fixed were turbid and did not hide their splendor!

Slap, the door closed.

"Xiao Tang, you are here." The old man's voice was weak and tired, weak, and seemed to have a faint joy of relief.

He bowed and said, "Yeah, long time no see, Mr. Wu." Tang En came to the capital this time just a temporary idea, and there was no delay on the way, so it was impossible for anyone to notify Wu Ding first. However, it doesn't matter if he has reached their level or not. Tang En believed that after he stepped into the attic area, Wu Ding immediately felt it. So it is not surprising that he has this familiar conversation that he lets go.

"Sit." Lift your hand slightly. Woodin looked at the seat beside the bed.

"You're welcome. I'll just stand here." I'm leaning against the door. Tang En waved his hand and refused without thinking. What a joke, the distance is now dangerous enough. Leaning over, that's not a tragic death?

Of course, if it is not Tang En, it is certain that Wu Ding will definitely take action, and he will not come at all. The actual situation is just the opposite. Judging from the current situation, Wu Ding has no reason to attack him. However, as the saying goes, you are not afraid of ten thousand, just afraid of if. Tang En was also scared. Wu Ding had no reason to die together in the battle on the river before, but he finally chose a battle method that was almost burned with both jade and stone, so now he cannot tolerate Tang En being uncautious.

Wu Ding was slightly stunned when he heard this, then he smiled after understanding it, and nodded, "Then let it be, cough cough... I remember asking you a question before. If you were asked to assassinate me, what would you choose to do? Your answer is that nothing needs to be done. As long as you live longer than me, it's fine. Haha... you are right, I'm defeated."

Tang En touched his nose and shook his head: "You have never been defeated, and no one can defeat you. Moreover, losing to time is the most glorious way of defeat in this world."

"Ha, this flattery sounds novel and nice..." Wu Ding raised his lips, as if he was happy. But then he sighed and shook his head, "But if I had a choice, I would rather be able to defeat this defeat a little earlier, or be defeated directly by you and Bamutu before. In that way, I might be more at ease..."

Tang Enran mutely, of course he knew what this sentence meant. However, he couldn't get involved in this matter and could not control it. It was not an exaggeration to say that it was Wu Ding's own family affairs.

"Okay, let's not talk about this for now." After a moment of silence, Wu Ding took the lead in breaking the silence. "I invite Xiao Tang, this time, to reach a deal with you."

Wave your hand, "There is no such thing as trading. Mr. Wu, what are you saying, but it doesn't matter. As long as you can, I will do it for you."

This is not Tang En is pretentious or playing the trick of retreating to advance, but being sincere. In fact, there is no personal grudge between Tang En and Woodin. Even if Tang En beat Woodin's closed disciple Wen Silin when he first met, Woodin did not retaliate afterwards, but handled it impartially.

When Tang En singled out this, he respected Woodin's character very much.

"No need to do this, you and I have different positions after all. Private friendship is private friendship, and it is a transaction and a transaction. Moreover, I am the one who takes advantage of you."

After a pause, Wu Ding looked at Tang En, "I want to exchange a sword for your two promises."

For one for two, in terms of quantity, it is naturally a good advantage. However, Tang En's expression remained unmoved and he spread his hands and asked: "Please speak."

"First, kill Winsling."

"Huh?" Tang En was stunned when he heard this. After reacting, he frowned slightly, a little puzzled, "There is no big problem, but why don't you clean up the portal by yourself?"

This is indeed a question. The fact that rebelling from the master is extremely serious, whether in the present world or in another world. Moreover, Wen Silin is not just rebelling from the master. He also attacked and assassinated his senior brother Haita during this period, which is equivalent to directly destroying the Sword God lineage. Such a rebellious disciple who is so arrogant that no matter which sect is placed, he will be punished. Moreover, it must be killed by this sect and clean up the portal, otherwise he will not be able to pick up the face.

With Wuding's strength, even though he is at dying, it is still very easy to kill Winsling, which is to raise his hand and do it every minute. And even if he is unwilling or unbearable to take action, with his sword god's prestige, as long as he speaks out, some warrior masters come forward to surround Winsling directly.

So no matter how you think about it, it seems that this matter should not fall on him, Tang En.

"Kill him?"

Wu Dingmu's deep face was calm from beginning to end, but when he mentioned this, he couldn't help but twitch the corners of his eyes. He seemed to remember the great disciple who was limited in talent, but he had always been a persistent disciple, and the closed disciple who was talented but could not support the mud... The folds like mountains and rivers trembled, and there was grief like abyss hidden inside.

After a while, I took a deep breath and closed my eyes slightly, "My sword is dirty!"

His voice was faint, but of course Tang En could hear the thorny heart from it, so he simply nodded: "Okay, I'll help you with this."

It's really not a big problem. To be honest, if Winsling was not Wooding's disciple, Tang En would have killed him several times.

He seemed not to want to mention it again, and heard everything about the man, including his name, and was afraid that he would dirty his mouth again. After a few breaths, Wu Ding continued, "Second, if the empire is destroyed one day, I will ensure that my family is worry-free."

Tang En was stunned again when he heard this, staring at Wu Ding, who was full of fatigue, and was silent for a moment.

To be honest, Don Eun had just guessed Woodin's request, including letting the Gray-Clothed Army form an alliance with Bran, or asking him to assassinate important figures of the Northern Wilderness Tribe to help the Bran Empire continue to survive, etc.

This is not a guess out of thin air, but a speculative conclusion drawn from Woodin's position and style. He is the sword god of Bran, who has long dedicated his life to this empire. It is no exaggeration to say that if it weren't for him, Bran would have collapsed this morning...

But now it is such a patron god-like existence. When they are in danger, they are no longer considering the form of empire, but the safety of their own family.

This is not irony, it is just a simple astonishment and confusion.

But looking back, it's normal. He is the Sword God and the No. 1 master in the world. But equally, he is also an ordinary person.

He has his own emotions and desires, joys and sorrows, and it is natural that he will be the first to consider the safety of his family and relatives in this chaotic time.

Of course, more importantly, the current situation in the capital and the recent actions of the eldest prince's forces have undoubtedly completely angered the old man who has protected the empire for most of his life. So when he was dying, Wu Ding made such a decision...

After understanding this, Tang En simply agreed again, "No problem. In fact, with Philip's friendship with me, if it really came to that time, I wouldn't stand by."

"Okay, let's talk about the temple meeting in the next time." Seeing Tang En nodding and agreeing, Wu Ding smiled gratitude at the corner of her mouth, and then the topic changed, which led to the most concerned issue of Tang En. "I have heard of your little lover, and I have asked someone to inquire about it. If you want to save her safely and the child in her belly, you must kill that hypocritical old guy."

"Old hypocritical guy? Uh, you always say..." After a pause, Tang En's expression suddenly changed, "Pope?!"

Wuding nodded.

Tang En was completely stunned, but he didn't have a long time to be stunned. After quickly coming back to his senses, he looked at Wu Ding suspiciously: "Is it really necessary... to play so much?"

Tang En had to doubt that, as far as he knew, Wu Ding and even the Sword God lineage had never been in opposition to the Temple of Light. Now that he proposed this statement, was it necessary to kill people by borrowing a knife?

"It's very necessary!" With Wu Ding's experience, of course he could guess what Tang En was thinking. He raised his hand and gently explained: "As far as I know, your little lover is not restricted from his personal freedom in the temple club now, and he is living a good life. Do you know why?"

"This is because she was banned, the magical ban under the hypocritical old guy's personal hands. Unless he can cut off his scepter that never leaves his hands, or kill him directly, even if you can save her and leave the temple, she will die."

"Damn—"

Tang En was furious when he heard this, and was also frustrated. Saving Xia Wei'an away from the temple would always be compared to killing the pope. That was definitely the difficulty of the latter. To be honest, Tang En never considered the possibility of a head-on conflict with the temple. People are more aware of themselves. The temple’s thousand-year-old heritage is not just for fun, let alone now, it is still on the other party’s main battlefield. Not to mention that it is him, even the sword god Wu Ding in front of him could not do this. So Tang En came this time with the purpose of stealing Xia Wei'an from the temple. But now...

This matter seems to be really going to be a big deal!

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Chapter completed!