Talk about bragging, why do you really have the qualifications of a great emperor?

Chapter 100 If you go and never come back, you will never come back (fourth)
Sword Immortal is very strong.

There is no doubt about this, as a sword fairy who was born with the way of the sword, he majored in breaking all spells with one sword.

No matter what kind of tricks the other party has.

I am fearless and fearless and break it with a single sword!
Facing an enemy that was hundreds or thousands of times stronger than him, the Sword Immortal in White didn't retreat half a step, but the aura emanating from his body became more and more aggressive.

Clang~! ! !

The surging and mighty sword energy is like a dragon going out to sea, spanning thousands of feet and sweeping away thousands of troops.

In the place where the terrifying sword energy raged, countless demons howled, and the endless demonic energy was wiped out and turned into nothingness, which made people's blood spurt uncontrollably.

pity.

Compared to the endless cloud of demons, the endless demon race, those killed by the sword fairy in white are not worth mentioning at all, they are completely useless.

Slashing through the magic cloud with one sword, it will soon be covered by a thicker cloud.

Slashing the demons with one sword will soon be replaced by more demons. Compared with the total number of demons, there is hardly any weakening.

The sword fairy in white.

After all, there is only one person.

The sword energy is stronger again.

It is also impossible to wipe out this endless demon race with one's own strength.

after all.

The endless demonic cloud surged, and the sword light in the demonic cloud gradually dimmed, and it was no longer as unstoppable and invincible as it was at the beginning.

Long ~
Sword Immortal's offensive weakened slightly, but Moyun instantly became more rampant than before.

The thick black clouds surged towards the white-clothed sword fairy like huge waves, one wave after another, slamming towards him, leaving no room for him to breathe.

after all.

The sword fairy in white was still wounded, wrapped in endless demon clouds, the three-foot long sword in his hand was broken, the white clothes were stained with blood, and there were countless tragic scars all over his body.

The sharp aura that was originally aimed straight at Xiaohan was also sluggish at this time, obviously exhausted.

But he still didn't take half a step back.

Holding a broken sword, standing proudly on the top of the nine clouds, alone, facing the endless cloud of magic, behind the lights of thousands of families, beings who have no knowledge of this bloody battle.

The suona sound gradually subsided, and there was no more publicity.

The faint sound of the erhu sounded, as if he had foreseen the end of the Sword Immortal and was doing his best for him.

kill! ! !

The Sword Immortal slowly raised the broken sword in his hand, and red-gold flames burned all over his body, and the already sluggish breath suddenly multiplied several times, ten times.

this moment.

His whole body has been transformed into a sword, a peerless divine sword capable of opening up the world.

Heaven and earth live together!

The white figure disappeared, turned into an endless flame, turned into the last meteor in the black sky, turned into a sword energy that traversed thousands of miles and tore the sky.

The sword energy spans thirty thousand miles!
One sword light cold nineteen states!

The amorous feelings of this sword seem to illuminate the eternal years.

The desperate, oppressive, and almost unstoppable magic cloud was pierced through abruptly.

Through the cracks torn by the sword qi, one can see the light cast from the nine heavens, bringing hope to the gloomy earth again.

Although, only for an instant.

……

The sword fairy fell.

The broken sword fell from the sky and slanted on the barren mountain.

Like a tombstone.

The undried blood on the edge of the sword is like an inscription on a tombstone, describing a tragic battle.

Erhu sounds hoarse.

The atmosphere is gloomy, and the world is sad.

The magic cloud became more and more rampant, covering most of the sky.

It is unbearable to feel hopeless.

suddenly.

A sharper and higher-pitched suona sounded than before, accompanied by the sound of rumbling war drums and low-pitched horns.

The song of war resounded throughout China.

On the top of Wanshan Mountain, one after another, bright divine light shot out, rushing towards the endless magic cloud one after another.

Sword Qi, vertical and horizontal!
Thunder, smash the darkness!
Talisman, destroy evil and kill evil spirits!
Formation, through heaven and earth!
……

Wan Zai Cang Matsushita.

The old man sat facing each other, halfway through the chess game, with smiles on his face, he stood up slowly, turned into two streamers, and rushed towards the magic cloud.

By the fragrant flowers.

The middle-aged man caressed the little heads of his children, took a last look at the woman he loved, put on his battle armor, held a long knife, and charged towards the Jiuchong Yunxiao.

In the deep valley of thunder.

The young man with a somewhat childish face resolutely stepped out of the valley, holding a halberd in his hand and soaring straight into the sky. In an instant, the purple light shone like a god who controlled thunder.

Be brave and fearless!

……

tragic.

The brutality of this battle exceeded everyone's expectations.

on the screen.

The black devil cloud was split again and again, but reunited again and again.

Top of the sky.

Streams of light disappeared one after another, and one after another fell, blood spattered into the sky.

In Fengqi Building.

All the voices of discussion have disappeared at this time, and everyone is staring blankly at the scenes, only shock and deep sadness are left in their hearts.

The eye sockets are moist at some point.

They know that the sound environment is often a reflection of reality, and it is often what the creator of the sound scriptures has seen and heard.

and so.

The scenes that appeared in front of their eyes at this time were most likely the wars that actually took place in the past years.

Not fiction.

Perhaps there really was a sword fairy back then, who was already in sight, wandering freely in the world, but in order to protect the common people, he fought until the sword was broken and people died.

Maybe there really are such a group of people.

Say goodbye to your parents, say goodbye to your family, go to the battlefield, and prepare to die in a hundred battles and bury your bones in a foreign land.

If you don't go back, then you don't go back!
Just because, behind them are the lights of thousands of families, and behind them are countless compatriots.

Although there are thousands of people, I will go! ! !
……

Outside the Fengqi Building.

More and more pedestrians stopped, listening to the melody coming from the building, and countless pictures burst into their minds.

The eyes gradually became moist.

It seems that it has resonated with the mysterious melody and entered into that war.

street corner.

A middle-aged man was dressed in rags, his hair was messy, his eyes were dull, and he exuded an extremely decadent aura, like a beggar in distress.

He walked aimlessly, hesitantly, as if he had lost his direction in life.

suddenly.

As if he heard something, his eyes suddenly shot bright light, and he looked in the direction of Fengqi Tower.

in the eyes.

The originally slack light began to gather slowly, and the originally sluggish and messy aura also began to gradually recover.

"The Immortal Song of Transcending Tribulation!"

"Master, brother, and uncles and uncles."

"It's back, it's back, it's all back."

"I miss you so much!"

"These years, I have worked so hard, so hard~!"

"Having a baby is so tiring!"

The middle-aged man muttered to himself, staring blankly in the direction of Fengqi Tower, his eyes gradually became moist.

Tears swirl in it.

The man did not shed tears, but he did not go to the sad place.

He slowly closed his eyes, let go of all his mind, and completely merged into the melody of the song.

The whole body breath.

It also gradually became more introverted, and the sense of existence of the whole person was greatly reduced, as if it disappeared from this void.

……

The impassioned battle song lasted for a long, long time.

at last.

The overwhelming demonic clouds were scattered, and the sky and the earth regained clarity.

The lights of thousands of houses were turned on again.

On the collapsed mountains, there is devastation everywhere, the ancient pines are broken, the flowers are withered, and the tombs are densely forested.

The mountain wind blows.

The broken flagpole and the incomplete battle flag fluttered.

The white silk ribbon flutters in the wind, as if guiding the heroic souls and letting those lost in the distance go home.

All sounds are silent.

Only the faint sound of the mountain wind remains, adding a bit of sadness to this vast sound environment.

when~
The ancient bronze bell sounded again, low and majestic.

Echoed for a long time.

　PS: There will be an update tonight, which is being written.

　　well.

　　Don't get fat, brothers, the next plot will be full of climaxes!
　　
　
(End of this chapter)