The sword fairy is very strong.
There is no doubt about this. As a swordsman who used the sword to overcome tribulations, he specializes in defeating all kinds of magic with one sword.
No matter what the other party's tricks are.
I am fearless and can defeat him with one sword!
Facing an enemy hundreds or thousands of times his own, the white-clothed swordsman didn't even take a step back, and the aura exuding from his body became more and more sharp and menacing.
Clang~! ! !
The mighty sword energy was like a divine dragon rising out of the sea, sweeping thousands of feet and sweeping away thousands of armies.
Where the terrifying sword energy was raging, countless demons howled, and the endless demonic energy was turned into ashes and turned into nothingness, making people unable to help but feel their blood flowing.
pity.
Compared to the endless demonic clouds and endless demon clans, those killed by the white-robed swordsman were not worth mentioning at all, and they were a drop in the bucket.
Cut open the demonic cloud with one sword, and it will soon be covered by a denser demonic cloud.
Cutting away the demons with one sword will soon be replaced by more demons. Compared to the total number of demons, there is almost no weakening at all.
The swordsman in white.
After all, there is only one person.
The sword energy is strong again.
It is also impossible to destroy this endless demon clan by oneself.
after all.
The endless demonic cloud surged, and the sword light in the demonic cloud began to gradually dim, no longer as unstoppable and invincible as it was at the beginning.
Long~
The sword fairy's offensive faltered slightly, but Mo Yun instantly became more rampant than before.
The thick black clouds were like huge waves, rushing toward the sword immortal in white, one wave after another, hitting him, leaving no chance for him to breathe.
after all.
The sword fairy in white was still injured, wrapped in endless demonic clouds. The three-foot long sword in his hand was broken, his white clothes were stained with blood, and there were countless tragic scars all over his body.
The sharp aura that originally shot straight into the sky was now sluggish, obviously consumed a lot.
But he still didn't take a step back.
Holding the broken sword, he stands proudly on the top of the sky, alone, facing the endless demonic clouds. Behind him are the lights of thousands of families, all living beings who have no knowledge of this bloody battle.
The sound of the suona gradually subsided and was no longer loud and wanton.
The faint sound of the erhu sounded, as if he had foreseen the ending of the Sword Immortal and was preparing for him.
kill! ! !
The sword fairy slowly raised the broken sword in his hand, and red-gold flames burned all over his body. The already sluggish aura suddenly increased several times, ten times.
this moment.
His whole body has turned into a sword, a peerless sword that can open up the world.
Heaven and earth live together!
The white figure disappeared, turning into endless flames, turning into the last meteor in the black sky, turning into a sword energy that spanned thousands of miles and tore the sky apart.
The sword energy stretches across thirty thousand miles!
The light of one sword chilled the nineteen states!
The style of this sword seemed to illuminate the ages.
The despairing, depressing, and almost unstoppable demonic cloud was forcefully penetrated.
Through the cracks torn by the sword energy, one can see light falling from the nine heavens, giving hope to the dark earth again.
Although, only for a moment.
…
The sword fairy fell.
The broken sword fell from the sky and was stuck on the barren mountain.
Like a tombstone.
The blood that has not yet dried on the sword's edge is like an inscription on a tombstone, describing a tragic battle.
The erhu sounds hoarse.
The atmosphere is gloomy, and the whole world is sad.
The demonic cloud became more and more rampant, covering most of the sky.
One cannot help but feel despair.
suddenly.
A sharper and higher-pitched suona sounded than before, accompanied by the rumble of war drums and the low sound of horns.
The war song resounded throughout China.
From the top of the mountains, streaks of bright divine light shot out, rushing towards the endless demonic cloud one after another.
The sword energy spreads across the sky!
Thunder, shatter the darkness!
Talisman, destroy evil and kill evil spirits!
Formation, through the sky and the earth!
…
Under the evergreen pine tree.
The octogenarians sat opposite each other. Halfway through the chess game, a smile appeared on their faces. They stood up slowly, turned into two streams of light, and rushed towards the magic cloud.
Beside fragrant flowers.
The middle-aged man caressed his children's little heads, took one last look at his beloved woman, put on his battle armor, held up his long knife, and rushed towards the nine layers of clouds.
In the Thunder Valley.
The young man with a childish look on his face stepped out of the valley resolutely, holding a halberd and soaring into the sky. In an instant, the purple light shone like a god controlling thunder.
Be high-spirited and fearless!
…
Tragic.
The brutality of this battle exceeded everyone's expectations.
in the screen.
The black magic cloud was split up again and again, but reunited again and again.
The top of the sky.
Streams of light disappeared, broken bodies fell down, and hot blood splashed into the sky.
In Fengqi Tower.
All the comments had disappeared at this time, and everyone stared blankly at the scenes, with only shock and deep sadness left in their hearts.
The eye sockets are wet from time to time.
They know that the soundscape is often a reflection of reality, and is often what the creator of the sound scripture has seen and heard.
so.
The scenes that appeared in front of them at this time were most likely wars that had actually happened in the past years.
Not fiction.
Maybe there really was a swordsman back then, who was already destined to live forever and was free in the world, but in order to protect the common people, he fought until his sword was broken and people died.
Maybe there really is such a group of people.
Say goodbye to your parents, say goodbye to your family, and go to the battlefield, ready to die in a hundred battles and bury your bones in a foreign land.
If you never come back, you will never come back!
Just because behind them are thousands of lights, and behind them are countless compatriots.
Although there are thousands of people, I am going! ! !
…
Outside Fengqi Tower.
More and more pedestrians stopped, listening to the music coming from the building, and countless pictures popped into their minds.
His eyes gradually became moist.
It seems that it has resonated with that mysterious melody and taken on the role of that war.
street corner.
A middle-aged man was dressed in tatters, his hair was messy, his eyes were dull, and he exuded an extremely decadent aura, like a beggar in embarrassment.
He walked aimlessly, hesitantly, as if he had lost the direction of his life.
suddenly.
He seemed to hear something, and his eyes suddenly burst out with bright light, looking towards the direction of Fengqi Tower.
in the eyes.
The originally scattered light began to slowly gather, and the originally depressed and chaotic aura began to gradually recover.
"The Immortal Song of Overcoming Tribulation!"
"Master, senior brothers, and uncles and uncles."
"It's back, it's back, it's all back."
"I miss you so much!"
"I have worked so hard these years, so hard~!"
"Having a baby is so tiring!"
The middle-aged man murmured to himself, staring blankly in the direction of Fengqi Tower, his eyes gradually becoming moist.
Tears flowed in it.
When a man sheds tears, he doesn't shed them lightly, but they are not sad yet.
He slowly closed his eyes, relaxed his mind, and completely integrated into the music.
The breath all over the body.
He also gradually became more and more reserved, and his sense of existence was greatly reduced, as if he had disappeared from this void.
…
The impassioned war song lasted for a long, long time.
finally.
The overwhelming demonic clouds were scattered, and clarity was restored between heaven and earth.
The lights of thousands of houses were turned on again.
The collapsed mountains are full of devastation, ancient pines are broken, flowers are withered, and tombs are densely covered with trees.
The mountain breeze blows.
The broken flagpole and the incomplete war flag rustled.
The white ribbon flutters in the wind, as if it is guiding the heroic souls and allowing those who are lost in the distance to return home.
Everything was silent.
Only the faint sound of the mountain wind is left, adding a bit of sadness to this vast soundscape.
When~
The ancient bronze bell rang again, low and majestic.
Echoes for a long time.
PS: There will be an update tonight and I’m writing it now.
well.
Don't get fat, brothers, the next plot is going to be a series of climaxes!
(End of chapter)
