Where is the sword demon? Everything in front of us is more like an image. Those moments that can be broken by a bullet are ripples in the long river of history.
The sword demon's body was facing away from him, and his figure like a cold front thrust straight into the sky. His fierce aura was terrifying.
"Disciple, get up!" The vicissitudes of the voice have gone through countless years of tempering, and there is also a rare charm hidden in it.
The wind blew across my face, and the wind in the cold winter was more like a sharp knife, which made my face hurt.
Qiankun stood on a high peak, looking up at the sky quietly. His mind was in a trance, probably because he saw the person he was thinking of!
The girl's graceful body was looming in the blurred vision. Under the dark night sky, there was a hazy light on her body.
Qiankun's voice was a little hoarse, as if a stone of gunpowder had been lit in his throat, making him feel hot, thirsty, and manic.
But when the girl gently touched his cheek with her cold fingers, his heart immediately calmed down.
"Yuzhi...you?" He was in a daze, "Yuzhi...you? How could..."
The girl covered her small mouth, looked at Qiankun with a smile, and said: "Brother, don't you welcome Yuzhi?"
He was startled, and in his cold pupils, a piece of ice seemed to be gradually melting. He stared blankly at the girl. At that time, he was so eager to see the girl, but in that patch of ice In the destructible time, everything seems to be in vain.
When the girl hugged him, his body gradually gained a touch of warmth, and his lips twitched slightly. He didn't know what to do. He was obviously so eager, but when faced with this situation, he There was some hesitation again.
Yuzhi...my Yuzhi...
Leng Feng stood proudly on the top of the mountain. At the junction of the sky and the sea, there was an arrogant figure standing there quietly.
His cold expression made people tremble unconsciously, and his sharp eyes were full of killing intent brewing in them.
And this person is also Qiankun's master - Sword Demon.
Perhaps, tens of millions of years ago, his name was not Sword Demon! But when time and space are reversed, everything in the past gradually becomes clearer.
There is no light on the dark earth, but in the far east, there is a warm light that is slowly spreading deep into the earth, and of course it will definitely touch this area.
Wake up... Disciple... wake up from the catastrophe of the past... wake up!
Let everything go away with the wind, let everything suddenly appear as before, let everything fly over your high head, let everything wither in the river of time...
The fog spread quietly in the distance, and the blades pierced the wanton north wind. The girl covered her mouth and stood quietly behind Qiankun.
At this time, the sword demon's figure was like a thin breeze. He disappeared without any breath on his body. But when he appeared again, that arrogant breath seemed to crush and crush the entire world. , shattered.
In front of the sword demon was an old man with white beard and hair. There was a kind of teasing on the old man's face. This kind of teasing was not worth mentioning in the eyes of the sword demon.
The sword demon said word by word: "Qiankun, this person is the one who killed your beloved wife!"
At that moment, there was a calm sea in my heart. However, suddenly, a wild wave suddenly broke out of the silent sea, and the waves splashed straight into the sky.
Qiankun's face became ferocious, and there were patches of fresh blood between his bright red lips. He seemed to have taken a sip of blood, and then his pupils turned scarlet.
His arms were shaking slightly, and then his body began to shake violently, "Kill...kill...kill!!!"
Emotions were like cracked stones that exploded in an instant, and the magma inside was so hot that it burned everything in the world.
It turns out that this is the purpose of that withered old man...
If time and space can be changed, if time and space can really be changed, then I would rather kill him in this situation.
The distant sky was now completely blue, and the old man standing on the bank of the sky had a gentle smile in the corner of his eyes.
His body was in tatters, and he could be said to have no clothes or enough food to eat, but the divine light in his pupils was so brilliant.
The traces of history, in his eyes, are repeated again and again, and he is more like the traveler who has penetrated the tunnel of time and space.
There is hardly anyone like him in the world, and he has just woken up from a deep sleep. In the future, there will probably be more demons or saints gradually awakening from their dead slumber!
The corners of his mouth were gently raised, and his old face was very kind.
"Child, don't waste this opportunity!" His voice swayed from side to side in mid-air. Later, the voice was like a red leaf, quietly stranded in Qiankun's ears.
And this sentence is just that you know and I know, Qiankun stared blankly at the sky. At that time, he had too much emotion and too much hatred in his heart, but among these emotions, there was something hidden. A warm smile.
He knelt on the ground with a pop and bowed quietly to Yuankong, "Junior thanks senior for his kindness!"
At this time, he was his true self, but he seemed to have escaped into the reincarnation of time and space, and the girl buried in his arms was not dead at that time.
Therefore, the sword demon standing on the top of the mountain at this time should also have traveled through the time rift and escaped into this realm.
The old man with white beard and hair gives people a sense of sanctity both internally and externally.
Even Qiankun, whose eyes were cracked, was still in a daze at that time. He looked at the old man standing not far away from him quietly, and said in deep thought: "Who is he..."
Time is eternal, lost and never returned. He hugged Yuzhi tightly, "Yuzhi! You must hide behind me later, you must..."
At that time, Qiankun's face still looked childish, but his deep pupils had a vicissitude that did not match it.
And the sword demon standing on the top of the mountain also had a looming murderous intent in his eyes.
And under the white sky, there was a thin piece of snow, swinging down from the sky.
On a July day, it was snowing in the middle of winter. Perhaps this was not a good sign.
He stared blankly at the sky, paying attention to everything happening around him.
At this time, the old man with a sacred face sighed softly, "I could have forgiven you! But since you have violated the rules, there is nothing I can do!"
The old man's body was like a ripple, turning into nothingness.
At this time, the rustling water droplets fell on Qiankun's hair, and the cold snowflakes melted into pieces of snow, and the coldness was in Qiankun's heart...
If history can be changed, I'm willing to risk everything!
It is the tenderness of the past that floats on the green cheeks, and it is the vicissitudes of the world that fall in his bright pupils.
His thoughts are so contradictory, and the world's affairs are just like his thoughts, changing over and over again. At that moment, the old man's breath seemed not difficult to capture.
When he punched, the silent air trembled violently. The old man's body was revealed in front of him again, but instead of showing any fear, the old man's face showed a cold smile.
Is he engaging in psychological warfare? But, no matter what, I will defeat you...
In the cool air, pieces of scorching inner flames were burning Qiankun's thoughts crazily.
He also disappeared, disappearing under this peaceful and strange sky, but the old man remained motionless. He simply stopped taking action. He was waiting for Qiankun's move.
Like a rainbow, it hung on the sky, and his bright fist rolled up pieces of crazy light, quickly sliding down from the sky.
He was more like a meteor, streaking across the sky crazily, and then falling straight down. The heat of that moment could be seen in his pupils.
The speed and passion were clearly revealed at that moment. His figure was so illusory, he had done his best, but reality and illusion were blurred at that moment.
Kill...kill...kill! ! !
There was a biting chill in the air, which was in sharp contrast to the blazing heat that burned the top of the clouds. Exposed to the air, the bright red skin gradually turned blue and purple with the hot temperature.
At this time, the young man was enduring the biting cold and was also under great pressure.
The crazy martial arts realm was at its peak at that moment, but deep down in his heart, he was still thinking, "Not enough! Not enough! Not enough! It's still far from enough!"
The flying meteor streaked across the surface and then crashed to the ground.
boom......
Flames splashed in front of my eyes, and the loud noise ignited the entire quiet plateau. The loud noise lingered in my ears, and the fire spread into the distance with the long wind. After that, there was a majestic flame between the sky and the earth. Hard to extinguish.
Qiankun bent down and his breathing became heavy, "Is he...dead?"
You are so disgusting! He raised his groggy eyes. At this time, the young man was very weak, but he saw the hateful old man again.
You...are really an immortal cockroach!
The boy's body was swinging from side to side, and he seemed to be about to fall.
The girl standing behind him lightly covered her mouth with a look of fear. She rushed to the boy's side and choked out: "Brother! What's wrong with you...brother!!!"
A line of clear tears passed down quietly from the girl's delicate face. She sobbed and looked at the old man with hatred, "Brother, wake up! Wake up..."
Perhaps Qiankun never expected that the girl died because of him!
Brother, Yuzhi will avenge you!
The powerful flames burned away the tenderness in the girl's eyes. She pulled out a long sword from her waist, and then, a majestic aura erupted around her.
And this kind of Qi is even better than Qiankun at its peak, and this kind of Qi is still rising.
Looking at the boy who fell behind her, her heart felt like wild sand and huge waves, "I want you to die!!!"
The voice was terrifyingly cold, and his body was like a cold blade coming out of its sheath, instantly rising to the sky.
boom! boom! boom!
The dazzling light continued to fall from the sky, and the eyelids of the unconscious young man trembled slightly for a few times. In his dream, in that turbid dream, he lost her forever.
He didn't know what he was mumbling, and his voice became sluggish. He wanted to open his eyes, but the heaviness was like a peak, pressing down on the bottom of his heart.
Faintly, nothing has changed, everything seems to have undergone tremendous changes.
When the heavy breathing became even, a happy smile appeared on the girl's face. She stood in front of the young man, and the long sword in her hand burst out with bright streams of light.
The murderous intention has never faded, brewing quietly in the bottom of my heart. The feeling has become thick, like snow in the cold winter, squeezed into a thick and biting ice by the cold wind.
At this time, the sharp light in the girl's eyes seemed to become sharper, "No one can hurt my brother Qiankun, no one can..."
The long sword tore through the air, and at that moment, the thick space barrier was torn open by the sharp blade.
Time seems to have become a little sluggish. In the face of absolute power and speed, there are no unchangeable laws in the world.
So, will history be changed?
In the dim and lightless dream, he was screaming heartbreakingly, and it seemed that he was going to die in that dim time.
I can no longer feel the deep and painful scars on my body.
He struggled to wake up from his dream, but in front of him was a resolute girl. When she looked back and smiled, he only felt the pain in his heart, one wave after another, so the pain continued, at least it was still Not to the point where he couldn't stand it.
Cold tears hung on her face, and bright red blood soaked her purple robe. She smiled and shouted: "Brother Qiankun, look! I have avenged you!"
Time is like running water, passing by quietly in front of the eyes. The four seasons are spring flowers and autumn fruits, summer cicadas and winter snows, passing by at will in front of the eyes, and then leaving the unique mark of time.
This scene after scene, in the soft thoughts, gradually becomes gentle, like a green shade in midsummer, more like a petal blooming in spring.
After he woke up, it felt like the world had never changed, but when the clear sound of breathing reached his ears, he suddenly realized that everything had clearly changed.
It seems that all the memories have passed away. In the monotonous time, there is only the simplicity of living. There is a dark mark in his empty pupils.
Therefore, he later embarked on a bloody road, drinking blood at the tip of a knife...
He embraced the whole world, but the whole world seemed unwilling to be with him.
There was a kind of expectation in his melancholy eyes. He was waiting, waiting for everything that could happen, but that emptiness was still so heavy that he couldn't bear it and couldn't change it.
Later, his heart gradually became stiff, and only in the midst of the killings could he find a rare trace of comfort. His heart was like a dry river, with no more water and no life.
Ancient time passed quickly in his palms. At this moment, time was so simple, but the story itself gradually became thicker and fuller.
When the heavy breathing faded from his ears, the graceful girl in front of him appeared in front of him again.
He choked up and cried like a child. He stretched out his fingers and gently touched the girl's face. At that moment, his fingertips felt numb. He looked at the girl blankly, and then his tears dried up. , leaving shallow marks on the face.
"Are you... still going to leave?" He muttered, as if he didn't believe what was happening in front of him.
The girl stood in front of him, covering her mouth with a smile: "Brother Qiankun, do you want me to leave? Or do you want to stay with brother Qiankun?"
"Really? Can you really do whatever I want this time?" His body was trembling slightly, and the hot tears in his pupils burst out crazily. At this moment, he no longer cared about everything, and everything There is nothing to worry about anymore.
Under the bright sky, there is a clear and shallow cloud, flowing wantonly in the blue sky. This scene is like a piece of clear ink, quietly spreading out to the surroundings.
The trembling shoulders revealed the cowardice in his heart, and in front of Yuzhi, his cowardice should be explained by another word - gentleness!
Later, he finally smiled. He hugged Yuzhi's body tightly in his arms. He choked with sobs, just like a child. He was really happy and really sad.
After thousands of years, I never expected that you would come back to me again.
"Is he dead?" In the silence, the voice was more like beads, splashing on the jade plate, echoing gently in the ears.
The girl snuggled into Qiankun's arms, looked at him with a smile, and said, "Leave him alone, okay?"
He was stunned, looking at the girl blankly, and said: "If it weren't for him, you wouldn't have died!"
The girl shook her head gently and said: "No! I didn't die because of him..."
Later, the girl with a face as bright as a star, smiled at the boy and stuck out her tongue, saying, "What if all of this is fake?"
He was stunned and said, "Yuzhi, what are you talking about?"
The girl covered the boy's lips with a smile and said: "Brother Qiankun, actually this is just a joke played by God!"
"What..." He looked at the girl blankly. Perhaps, this was a scene he had never expected!
The girl sighed softly and said: "Brother, I have been sleeping for tens of thousands of years, but I did not die in the war tens of thousands of years ago!"
"Yuzhi...are you serious?" Perhaps, this scene was something he had never expected!
It turns out that after thousands of years, I realized that the world was just a joke on me, but as long as I saw Yuzhi appear in front of me, everything would be worth it.
He hugged the girl tightly and never let go. You will not be allowed to leave this time!
"Where is that senior?" Perhaps this is the last puzzle! But he still wanted to know clearly the ins and outs of everything in the past.
Yuzhi's laughter was like a silver bell, saying: "He! He is my father!"
He looked at the girl in disbelief and said, "What? Daddy? Are you kidding?"
The girl shook her head gently and said: "Even dad can't hurt brother Qiankun, but how can dad be willing to kill me?"
The uncertain night sky gradually became real. He hugged the girl's delicate body and walked resolutely towards the distance, with a gentle smile on his face.
His clear pupils were filled with the dawn of happiness, "Yuzhi, let's go!"
The long river of history will splash with patches of bright light, and it will also hide patches of darkness. It is soaked in the long river of time, and the vicissitudes in the eyes are a kind of gift.
When the dark night dissipated, everyone woke up from their dreams, and he, Qiankun, seemed to have been sleeping for thousands of years. When he woke up, there was a trace of trance and a trace in his eyes. Very happy.
Because Yuzhi is nestled in his arms, which is enough...
The long-lost Sword Demon stood quietly in the sky, and beside him stood a withered old man. The old man's whole body was exuding a holy halo, and he seemed more like a saint. So unattainable.
However, the strength of the sword demon at this time seemed not to be weaker than that of the old man in front of him. He looked at the old man with a smile and said, "Look! I once said that he will always wake up!"
