[Slow Travel] Assassin System - Mingguang

Three days later, the rising sun rose from the horizon with a radiant light, depicting the ice-sculpted and snow-built Hangjing City Tower in a brilliant and brilliant manner.

The solid city wall is sealed in layers of ice, and it seems that it has borrowed a bit of ice and snow's character, so cold and inviolable, and so fragile and vulnerable.

It's a pity that this short-lived beauty and clarity soon disappeared. The sun was rising and the wind was whistling in the sky, and it started to snow again. Spinning around, in a hurry, without a clue.

The snow was getting bigger and bigger, and in the layer upon layer of white mist, Miao Xuan climbed up the city tower again with the help of the shadow, and this time, he saw the soldiers of the Southern Dynasty waiting in full formation, and the guards waiting above the city gate. Jing Huan—Even though he knew the ending, Wei Jinghuan still chose to resist.

Miao Xuan looked at the silver-armored general on the tower, and for a moment, he suddenly remembered the past ten years ago, the border gate that resisted the grassland but was finally covered with dust, those heroic souls who came back from the underworld and denounced thousands of unwillingness... …

Yes, the goal is determined, and it is impossible to compromise easily just because of those nice words of persuasion, or the threat of soldiers approaching the city.

The tower of Yanguan seems to be no different from that of Hangjing, except that those who ascend first will step on the last line of defense of this decaying dynasty step by step.

Miao Xuan sighed inwardly, but in the end, the shadows and ice and snow stepped over, revealing his real body on the city wall.

The people on the city wall immediately turned their heads, Wei Jinghuan saw Miao Xuan at a glance, but his expression did not change, he was still dignified and calm, like a person who has come to the end of a road, finally waiting for him The ending that was predicted a long time ago——

He even greeted quite peacefully: "High Priest, you are here."

Wei Jinghuan did not show any killing intent or hostility, and Miao Xuan was not surprised, because at this moment, he also had a similar mood.

Miao Xuan raised his head and looked at the sky, the snow in the sky was getting bigger and bigger, although the ice crystals and snowflakes were still finely broken, but the thick cumulus clouds completely blocked the sun at some point, and prepared for the coming heavy snow. Well get ready.

Miao Xuan lowered his head and asked softly again: "I still want to ask you again..."

"Wei Jinghuan, are you really unwilling to surrender? As long as you are willing to give in this step, I can guarantee that in Hangjing, the Tartars will only touch the royal family of the Southern Dynasty."

This is the highest promise that Miao Xuan can give as a high priest. If he really wants to make the promise single-handedly, he will have to pay a high price for it, which is to overdraw all the prestige and energy of this identity.

Wei Jinghuan is not an ignorant person, not to mention that he knows the Tartars so well, and of course he knows Huo Erlanle's sincerity, but his answer is as straightforward as ever.

He said: "If the Tartars want to step into Hangjing's land, they must step on my dead body first."

"Is that so..." Although Miao Xuan had expected this answer a long time ago, after hearing the rejection again, he still felt complicated.

There was no need to persuade anymore, so Miao Xuan reached out to pick up his own shadow, and took out a six-foot-long gun made of shadow.

If it is said that the weapon that Miao Xuan has used the longest is the sword, then the gun that entrusts him with the strongest emotion is the gun. The gun has a dark body, cold tentacles, and the most familiar texture. This is the first thing Miao Xuan has known in his long life. Divine Soldier, it accompanied him silently, like a non-speaking partner...

It's just that in the past Miao Xuan only loved silver guns, but now he has grasped the shadow and made a pure black brutal weapon with his own hands.

At the other end of the city gate, Wei Jinghuan also stared at the cold soldier born from the shadow, with a cold light flashing in his eyes: "Your weapon is actually a gun, this is the first time you use it in front of the world Bar?"

"That's right." Miao Xuan nodded. He knows a lot of weapons and is proficient in all kinds of weapons. When he was on the grassland, he mostly used bows and arrows, daggers and sabers. Few people knew that he, the chief priest of the Tartars, was most accustomed to and good at, It turned out to be a domineering, rigid, and upright spear that didn't match his shadow at all.

"This is really..."

Wei Jinghuan smiled, as if he didn't know what to say, and finally said with emotion: "I am ashamed to trouble the high priest to use such a magical weapon."

After laughing, Wei Jinghuan raised his hand in the same way, only to see him grasp it forcefully in the void, so the emperor ordered that a shapeless long sword be held in his hand out of thin air!

It is not only Miao Xuan who can get the magic weapon, Wei Jinghuan can also do it.

It is said that among top experts, flying flowers and picking leaves can hurt people. The same principle applies to Miao Xuan and Wei Jinghuan. Take advantage of your own abilities and use them as weapons at your fingertips.

Wei Jinghuan's sword is powerful enough to cut through all obstacles, just like the emperor, who is the king, and nothing tangible can show his strength in front of it.

The spear used by Miao Xuan is completely opposite to this. It is the king of a hundred soldiers built by shadows.

These two legendary weapons of the world are almost entirely made up of concepts, they have been sleeping in the heart of their masters until the moment of life and death, and they were not born one after another.

I don't know if it's luck or misfortune, but the Nightmare Shadow Spear and Emperor Heaven Sword could only appear because they met opponents who could match them, but because of this evenly matched fight to the death, they were destined to be broken and broken...

But the reason for the magic soldier to come out of the scabbard is to decide the outcome.

Whether it was Miao Xuan or Wei Jinghuan, it was as if they had made an appointment, and they started together——

First, an invisible sharp blade descended from the sky, cutting through the snow curtain layer by layer, and chopping the snowy scene into fragments scattered under the dome, like floating mountain peaks.

Afterwards, black shadows boiled and roared, rising from the white snow on the city tower, galloping and circling between the snow-covered mountains, like a majestic ink dragon swimming.

The two had never really fought to the death like this, and it was inevitable to be tempted when they started, but even this kind of confrontation was enough to arouse a vision of heaven and earth.

Who would have thought that such a beautiful and misty scene, intertwined with snow-white and jet-black, is actually the rarest powerful battle in this world!

Is it the mountains that cut off the dragon first?Or will the ink color break the barrier first?Just relying on the naked eyes of ordinary people, I'm afraid they can't tell the strength from the weak at all, just like when a mortal faces a natural disaster, he can't tell whether the mountain torrent is more terrifying or the earthquake is more shocking.

This rare game in the world turned out to be fans of bystanders, and cleared by the authorities!

As a direct participant in the battle situation, Miao Xuan has much more advantages than Wei Jinghuan. He can control Wei Jinghuan's position, and he can also be immune to a large amount of damage caused by "Emperor Heaven", which is equivalent to controlling the rhythm of the battle. In his hands, although he can't get close for a while, Wei Jinghuan can't always guard against death.

Wei Jinghuan manipulated the invisible sharp blade to cut the space above the tower. Although he could hurt the powerful enemy who had already escaped into the shadows, he couldn't capture the exact position of the opponent, and the shadow's whereabouts were difficult to determine, and it was still possible to cross the space. The blocking barrier is very tricky.

Wei Jinghuan's reaction was quick. After many years of fighting, he vaguely guessed that Huo Erlanle's shadow still had the ability to detect and could not stop him, so he simply used himself as bait, and surrounded him with the gods of the emperor's orders. The invisible sharp blade under him, only waiting for a close attack when he sacrifices himself to fight back.

Soon, Wei Jinghuan got this opportunity.

While the shadows were tumbling, Miao Xuan quietly approached from behind. His speed was extremely fast, and the spear was the king of soldiers. Almost in the blink of an eye, the tip of the spear constructed by the shadow was about to pierce Wei Jinghuan's back heart——

The sharp sound exploded!Wei Jinghuan dodged in the past, and countless invisible sharp blades shot out from the position he had been waiting for, spinning and cutting, wrapping around the space with a radius of [-] meters like a vortex, the sharp blades are omnipresent, vowed to Cut open the shadows and reveal the assassin hidden within.

Miao Xuan lost the blow and immediately backed up with all his strength. He was defeated in this brief confrontation, so the mountains separated by space in the midair were turbulent, and the invisible force fell down, smashing the continuous Molong to pieces. !

This time, the shadows scattered and splashed as if they had substance, flowing in a hurry, as if they were in a state of embarrassment, but water is invisible, and shadows are no exception. After a few hooks, the dragons gathered again and galloped across the mountains again among.

After missing a hit, the shadow was not discouraged, but launched a charge again, and saw the dragon's head raised high, making a silent neigh, piercing through the snowy snow again, and biting Wei Jinghuan again in the blink of an eye!

Under the huge dragon head, General Yinjia looks very small, but his body is always surrounded by invisible giant fronts, just like the battle of heaven and the soul of heaven and earth. Became his servant, even that Mo Long couldn't do anything to him, he could only be defeated again and again, scattered in the sky and the earth again.

Perhaps this is the scene after the limit of what human power can achieve, putting life and death aside, but righteousness without regret. Following the unity of heaven and man, the battle between the two sides has become a collision between heaven and earth. Even if ordinary people exhaust their imagination, Can't build such a magnificent wave.

In just two quarters of an hour, Molong gathered and dispersed dozens of times, and when the invisible blade cut off the dragon again, this confrontational battle finally had a temporary cessation, and Miao Xuan once again fought on the city wall. He condensed his body shape, and spit out a few mouthfuls of blood before he could stand still.

This body has indeed reached the end of its strength, and it can still gain the upper hand in a crushing situation, but once it encounters an evenly matched opponent, it will immediately expose its owner's weakness.

The shadow is indeed immune to most damage, but the number of times the shadow is hit is not a lot, and coupled with Miao Xuan's already bad background... His health bar is only one-third left.

Wei Jinghuan also landed on the top of the wall. His condition seemed to be much better, but his face was also heavy: "So that's how it is. You are already suffering from chronic illnesses. You won't be able to hold on for long!"

Miao Xuan wiped the blood from his mouth, raised his head and smiled again: "Maybe? But don't worry, I won't fall because of this in the battle."

Wei Jinghuan clenched the long sword in his hand: "No wonder you are willing to fight to the death with me, you have been waiting for this moment for a long time... Rather than dying weakly on the bed, you are more willing to break vigorously in the battlefield .”

And can make a final contribution to the Tartars

Wei Jinghuan used a very affirmative tone, even a little mocking at the end, Miao Xuan didn't deny it, but just sighed.

It has to be said that Wei Jinghuan's guess is indeed reasonable, and Miao Xuan believes that after he leaves this world, his elder nephews will also guess like this, and this is exactly the result he wants to lead...

He is always experiencing all kinds of life and death, and all he can do is to prepare a reasonable reason for his farewell.

Miao Xuan shook his gun, and went up again, but this time he didn't escape into the shadows, but swept the spear very directly, Wei Jinghuan didn't even use the emperor to retaliate, but raised his long sword, Meet the enemy with the sword.

The invisible long sword retains the characteristic of being unstoppable, and Miao Xuan can only dodge the edge all the time, which prevents him from taking advantage of the shadow gun, but Miao Xuan's physical experience and ingenuity are far better than Wei Jinghuan, so even in the At such a close distance, in the most dangerous hand-to-hand combat, Miao Xuan was still unscathed.

It's better to say... Wei Jinghuan's speed is getting slower and slower.

From Miao Xuan's point of view, Wei Jinghuan's status bar has a [Erosion] hanging brightly. This negative effect did not appear out of thin air, but was superimposed by Miao Xuan — as early as when the black dragon was intercepted on the peaks of heaven and earth. At that time, Miao Xuan approached Wei Jinghuan dozens of times. Although he failed to attack and kill each time, the shadow of collapse had long been entwined on him, and the terrifying effect was continuously accumulated one after another.

[Erosion] is a very special effect, it is not like [Poisoning] or [Bleeding], it cannot bring continuous loss to the target, but it can greatly weaken the defense ability of the target, making a small Wounds can cause critical damage.

In other words, Wei Jinghuan in this state cannot withstand any harm from Miao Xuan, and he cannot even make a single mistake, otherwise he will have to pay a hundred times the price.

But want to not make mistakes in front of Miao Xuan?

This is impossible.

What's even more cruel is that in the state of being eroded by shadows, Wei Jinghuan will find it difficult to use the grace of heaven. It's not that he has lost this ability, but once he tries to manipulate the invisible sharp blade, his body will also echo a thousand knives The pain of death.

Even if Wei Jinghuan continued to maintain his best state of staying in the air, Miao Xuan would have a way to beat him down, let alone such a tragic situation?

In Miao Xuan's previous attacks, apart from the initial temptation, he weakened the target's determination while in the superimposed state-whether it was the modeling this time, or Tianen's "Nightmare", in the assassination It's really an advantage.

Soon, many wounds appeared on Wei Jinghuan's body, and the erosion of shadows was everywhere. Although these wounds looked inconspicuous, they combined caused huge damage. In this case, It will be difficult for Wei Jinghuan to control [Emperor Heaven], not only that, but the erosion will directly bring physical pain, even if he doesn't use Heaven's grace, Wei Jinghuan at this moment must be as if he has fallen into an ice cave, and his whole body is numb——

Miao Xuan is very aware of this state, because he himself has experienced it many times in the shadows.

But Wei Jinghuan's expression did not waver in the slightest. He still seemed confident and seemed to be at his peak state. If it wasn't for the slightly sluggish movements that revealed his real situation, Miao Xuan would have thought that the "erosion" he saw was Fake.

Just like this, Miao Xuan also admired this opponent more and more. Wei Jinghuan has one of the most powerful forces in the world, but he didn't gain any benefits for himself because of it. After a doomed end, he finally gave his life completely.

The fight between the two became more and more dangerous, the fight had reached this point, and the end was in sight, but at this moment, under the city tower, there was a sound of war drums in the distance -

The Tartars are about to attack the city!

Wei Jinghuan was shocked. He knew that there was not much time left for him. A city wall without [Emperor Heaven] would not be able to withstand the attack of a strong enemy. If he could not end the evenly matched fight before the arrival of the Tartar vanguard , and then quickly invest in the city defense, this time Hangjing will definitely not be able to defend.

Below the city wall are the two armies in formation, and above the city wall is the peak fight, and once he has scruples, Wei Jinghuan's attack is immediately restrained.

On the contrary, Miao Xuan knew that Wei Jinghuan should no longer be able to control Tianen's floating sky, so he completely gave up running into the shadows to assassinate. I experienced the joy of meeting my opponent, and even felt a little hearty.

A master's move, even a little mistake, Wei Jinghuan thought that he would be caught because of this mistake, but he didn't want his opponent to escape into the shadows again, and the fight between them seemed not as good as it was at the beginning That kind of ruthlessness, on the contrary, has a little bit more meaning...

Why?Could it be because Huo Erlanle was sure of the outcome of this round, so his subordinates showed mercy?Or is it because the reinforcements from the Tartars are close at hand, so the assassination turned into dragging?Or was the body of the Tartar High Priest already at the end of his strength, unable to escape into the shadows again?

"Boom! Boom! Boom!..."

Wei Jinghuan was in a state of confusion, when he suddenly heard the rumble of war drums above the city wall, his mind was fixed, and his distracting thoughts were swept away!

It doesn't matter whether Huo Erlanle is seriously injured or he is merciful, it has nothing to do with him. He just needs to join this battle and kill the evenly matched enemy as soon as possible.

The invisible sharp blade was activated again, almost miraculously, Wei Jinghuan firmly held the authority of Huangtian in his hand, his face was also distorted for a moment because of the pain, countless invisible sharp blades fell from the sky, Shrouded between heaven and earth, let the flying snow freeze again!

This day's punishment was like an unexpected ultimate move, and he went straight to Miao Xuan. After a short shock, Miao Xuan did not dodge or dodge. Flowing out from the ground, engulfing him——

It's time for a desperate fight. Whether it's Wei Jinghuan, who is suffering from severe pain, or Miao Xuan, who is deeply ill, they have completely given up their defenses and completely released their full power. Beijing's sky reappeared, but this time the scale was even more astonishing than at the beginning!

First there was an explosion like spring thunder, and then, the ice and snow mountains all over the sky collapsed together. The invisible wind pressure centered on the city tower of Hangjing, mixed and scattered the wind and snow together, and the clouds on the sky were squeezed by this. Pressing it, it spread out suddenly, and suddenly a round of brilliant scorching sun appeared!

Under the brilliance of the sun, the city tower poured with ice water looked more and more crystal clear, as if shrouded in a halo, so bright and dazzling in the boundless blizzard and wind that the imminent siege battle was suspended.

Above the city tower, the ice and snow refracted endless halos, leaving no shadows on this small platform. After landing on the ground, Miao Xuan could only step on the snow as thick as his calf. The icy city wall around him barely stood still.

The shadow gun has completely dissipated, and his blue bar has also bottomed out, leaving only the last blood gutter...announcing his victory in the decisive battle.

Not far above the city tower, Wei Jinghuan lay down in the snow in embarrassment, his silver armor was torn off in many places, and bright red blood kept gushing out. on the white ground.

In the end, Miao Xuan won the final blow, so he was still able to stand still, while Wei Jinghuan fell down completely.

Miao Xuan closed his eyes, feeling astringent in his chest, he covered his lips and coughed a few more times, the smell of blood gave him a headache, and in this short period of time, Wei Jinghuan's blood strips It slid down again, which foreshadowed his imminent death.

The small system shouted anxiously: [Brother!Hurry up and close the head-the residual blood and death don't count, hurry up and make up the knife! 】

Miao Xuan was stunned, and then smiled helplessly. He supported the city wall with one hand, wiped the blood from his mouth again, and approached the dying Wei Jinghuan step by step.

The only thing that Miao Xuan didn't expect was that Wei Jinghuan was sober at the moment. Although he had lost control over his body, he still kept his eyes wide open, staring directly at the halo on the sky.

The small system breathed a sigh of relief: [It's still alive, that's great, it's still alive, let's wrap it up while it's hot! 】

Of course Miao Xuan heard this, but he just looked at the target one in this world and didn't move for a long time, which made the little system couldn't help urging: [Brother, get to know him quickly!Although we can't use the skills, we still have the dagger, if we don't do it, it will be too late when he dies—]

In the anxious voice of the small system, Miao Xuan finally moved. He groped around his waist, but it was not for the dagger. When he finally found what he wanted, he said to the system: "What did you say?" Wrong, but I don't want to kill him."

【elder brother?What did you say? ! ] The small system was taken aback for a moment, and then asked incomprehensibly, [If we don't kill Target [-], won't our mission fail this time?Why let go of this goal one!Do we have to wait for the next round——]

Can't wait.

Miao Xuan knew this very well. If he let Wei Jinghuan go and was unwilling to use the resurrection armor, then he would definitely not be able to complete the assassination in this world.

"So what, can't I afford to lose?" Miao Xuan smiled, "Then it's good to fail, anyway, I don't want to kill him—whether it's Wei Jinghuan or Xuan Jia, even if it's Huo Yuhuai, I won't lose." In no mood."

[Why is this——] The little system scratched its head frantically, [No wonder!I was very surprised at the beginning, Brother Miao, you have absolutely no need to persuade Target One to surrender, he is in a different camp from us, but you keep trying to keep him again and again, is that what you thought at the beginning? 】

"That's not true." Miao Xuan said sincerely, "This decision was only made in the past two years. When 'Xiandeng' set foot on Yanmen Pass, I only had a rough idea."

The little system was about to cry: 【Then why did you fight the target? Isn't this fight for nothing? 】

Facing such a small system, Miao Xuan smiled immorally: "Well, are the camps different? Since I have inherited the status of high priest, I must inherit this responsibility."

After hearing this, the small system regained a glimmer of hope: [Then let's use Resurrection A, the target will be transferred anyway, let's wait for the next batch, shall we?Maybe there are nasty villains! 】

Miao Xuan shook his head lightly: "No, no matter how many rounds the target changes, their nature will not change. This world is forcing me to make a choice, and I have no room for tricks—"

"The righteous can never be killed, the heroes can never be killed, and the backbone of a nation will not collapse until it is completely destroyed. The spark inheritance, this road is destined to have no end."

The little system listened blankly, and asked after a long while: [Brother, if you don't even want victory, what exactly do you want. 】

"What do I want..." Miao Xuan thought about it seriously, then said gently and firmly, "I don't really want anything, I'm just worried that I will lose the most important thing on this long road."

Having said that, Miao Xuan couldn't help looking up at the sky, and the scattered clouds tended to close together again: "This world is a conflict between civilizations, and I saw a destiny-like future in the tide of the times. But I saw the raging flames again. I never knew that the afterglow of a civilization would have such a strong force, whether it was the struggle against fate or the inheritance of the spirit..."

"After thinking about it for so many years, I still don't know what is right and what is wrong. I can't even tell what is right and wrong. If this is the case - since I don't want to and can't extinguish this flame, let me also join in it. "

The little system half-understood, but slowly accepted this choice. He lowered his head: [Then we are about to lose... We have never lost before, what price will we pay for losing a game... 】

"This is my choice." Miao Xuan slowly squatted down beside Wei Jinghuan, and said to the small system in his brain, "There is always a price to pay for seeking the Tao and proving the Tao. If I am really wrong , then hit the south wall first."

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In the bone-chilling snow, Wei Jinghuan no longer saw only the clear and harsh sky, but an extra figure.

At some point, Joelanle had already walked to his side, and was looking down at him at the moment. They were all at the end of their ropes, and it was only to see who could gather more strength at this moment.

Is this the end?

A little unwillingness and sadness rose in Wei Jinghuan's heart. After all, he failed to defeat the powerful enemy. He heard the drums of the enemy's assembly. These Manchus from the north were about to step on his body and kill him. compatriots...

Although it seems more acceptable to die at the hands of Hoelanle than other Tartars, what about the people in Hangjing?Could it be that he couldn't even keep this last bloodline? !

Just when Wei Jinghuan was in despair, Miao Xuan slowly knelt down beside him. He did take out a knife, but this weapon was only the size of a palm, and it shone with a silver halo in the sun, like Frosty cold, soft like moonlight...

No one does not know it, this is the wolf knife, the famous silver wolf knife of Huo Erlanle on the grassland.

Wei Jinghuan was stunned, and a ridiculous thought floated up in his heart——

"I lost." Miao Xuan held the wolf knife in both hands, and gently placed it on the man's chest, right on the broken breastplate.

He said softly: "Wei Jinghuan, you are a hero."

Wei Jinghuan didn't come back to his senses for a long time, but before he could react, he had already grasped the last spoil in his life with trembling hands...

Perhaps the most beautiful one, too.

After simply admitting defeat, Miao Xuan no longer cared about the wolf knife. His body was too weak to hold on any longer. He could only lean against the city wall behind him, looking up at the sky, still blown by the cold wind. Come.

This world is finally coming to an end, and the ending of Huo Erlanle will probably be like the dark cloud Yada, passing away with the wind.

Whether it was the sound of the wind or the voice of people, it seemed that there was no sound between the heaven and the earth, and there were only two dying men, swallowing their last breath.

There seemed to be a black shadow passing by in the sky, circling high in the sky, Miao Xuan didn't know if it was an eagle, but there was no other creature in the world who dared to plunge into the sky and fight against the snow at this time.

In the silence, Wei Jinghuan suddenly asked softly: "Since you know that I will not surrender to you, why do you keep asking me again and again?"

Miao Xuan: "What if you agree."

Wei Jinghuan was stunned for a long time before saying, "Thank you."

So both of them stopped talking, Miao Xuan continued to look up at the flying snow all over the sky, Wei Jinghuan clenched the silver knife in his hand, the two square Chinese characters were branded in his palm at this moment, It is obviously cold metal, but it seems to have a blazing temperature.

This is the victory, the honor, and the promise that weighed a thousand pounds and cost tens of thousands of lives.

"Huo Erlan...Xuan Yi..." Wei Jinghuan suddenly called out, "Let's go."

Miao Xuan didn't understand: "What did you say?"

"You shouldn't stay here, this place is not suitable for you, just leave now." Wei Jinghuan's voice became softer and softer, "Go to those distant places... Go back to the grassland... Go back to the whitest snow mountain Come on...you shouldn't be the white deer they believe in, you should be like an eagle, far away, high, flying to the sky..."

This is really a sincere wish, but Miao Xuan was stunned to hear it, and was speechless for a while. He stared blankly at the snow-covered ground. The blood had already stained the place red, and it was frozen by endless frost. , dim and dignified.

"And I want to stay here forever." Wei Jinghuan almost just moved his lips again, but Miao Xuan heard it clearly, "Even if I die, I will take root here, looking at... looking at this piece of land. land……"

I don't know how long it took, the remaining gasp between the heaven and the earth has disappeared, Miao Xuan realized this slowly, and then he lowered his head to look at Wei Jinghuan's face, only to see pure white snow falling on the man's ashen face on, covering those eyes that were dying.

The dead corpses could no longer melt the snowflakes, and the silver armor was also stained with blood, leaving only the silver knife still glowing faintly.

Miao Xuan supported the city wall and stood up, the sky above his head was shrouded in dark clouds again, the sudden halo of scorching sun was like a shadow of a hundred-day dream, after waking up from the big dream, it was the endless cold winter again.

In the wind and snow, there seems to be a loud and clear cry that splits the sky.