Fantasy: The Book of Heaven at the beginning changes fate against the will of heaven

This is undoubtedly the most laborious, but it is the only way now.

Lu Yunchang knew that Xue Qinghan wanted to leave something to the world, so he tried his best to see and remember. Even if his eyes were dazzled, he never stopped, because this might be the last thing left in this world.

He didn't know why the sacred tree would let him come to see this doomsday scene, but no matter why, he was willing to do something for the world, even if it was insignificant.

I don’t know how long it took, the light dissipated, Lu Yunchang’s eyes regained clarity, Xue Qinghan apologized: “Sorry, there is really no time. I need to go to the outer world immediately to fight the life and death battle with the saint from another world.”

"Senior, don't worry, the things you entrust to me will not be lost in the long river of time." Lu Yunchang said sincerely.

Xue Qinghan rarely showed a smile: "You don't have to bear too much burden. The fact that you can come here means that the sacred tree is not dead, and then our world will not completely die. I believe that one day this world It can be rejuvenated.”

As he spoke, his expression suddenly became a little lonely: "Although I may not be able to see that day."

Lu Yunchang didn't know how to comfort him, but he still asked him the question that had always been in his heart: "Why do seniors trust me so much?"

Xue Qinghan sighed and said: "Because it was the sacred tree that sent you to see me, I trust you unconditionally."

After that, he turned around and said loudly: "Feixue."

In the distant sky, a white rainbow flew out from the ice in the far north, drawing a long snow-white line in the void.

All the monks in this world who saw this scene were greatly boosted in morale. They were on the verge of despair but now they were full of hope.

As long as the saint is still there, the world will not fall.

A white rainbow fell in Xue Qinghan's hand, and Lu Yunchang saw that it was a snow-white long sword with a mighty holy power and a buzzing sword sound.

At this moment, the swords in the hands of all the swordsmen in the world trembled at the same time. Countless sword energies burst out, killing the invading enemies.

Xue Qinghan stroked the sword in his hand: "Old man, this may be our last battle. Are you even getting excited?"

The sword clanged loudly.

"Okay." Xue Qinghan said impassionedly, "Then let us kill happily."

After saying that, he turned to look at Lu Yunchang and said: "Lu Yunchang, since you and I are destined, I will give you a Taoism viewing. Do you dare to accept it?"

Lu Yunchang nodded heavily: "Okay."

Above the clouds, a snow-white figure shot straight into the sky and headed towards the sky.

In the void outside the sky, a snow-white figure appeared quietly. Xue Qinghan looked around and sighed: "I didn't expect that in order to deal with me, three saints came from Xuanyin Realm. They really think highly of me."

"Hehe." An old and somewhat sharp voice sounded, "Your Excellency is a sword master and deserves such grand treatment from us."

Xue Qinghan followed the sound and saw a rickety old woman standing in the front left. She was bowing, holding a wooden crutch, and her smile was particularly charming.

But I heard a man's voice from the front right saying: "It was solved earlier, what nonsense are you talking about?"

"That's right." Another female voice came from behind, "It's a long night and a lot of dreams."

One to three.

A cold light flashed in Xue Qinghan's eyes, and three sword energies emerged out of thin air in an instant, slashing towards the three people in three directions.

The war broke out instantly.

Outside the battlefield, no one noticed that there was an illusory figure standing there, looking straight at the battlefield in the distance without saying a word.

Xue Qinghan is worthy of being a swordsman. Even if he is one against three, he can still fight with ease.

As we all know, the killing power of a sword cultivator is the highest among practitioners. Especially for sword cultivators who have become saints, their killing power is even more terrifying. Xue Qinghan can flatten mountains and cut off rivers with just one sword.

So what if the other party is three saints? Is there any enemy that Xue Qinghan can defeat with one sword?

Lu Yunchang saw it wonderfully, with brilliant eyes. Not to mention watching the battle between saints, it had never been introduced even in books. Today, since Xue Qinghan is determined to give him a Taoist review of this last battle, how can he, Lu Yunchang, refuse?

In the field, the sword energy and the Yin energy were constantly colliding. The flying snow sword in Xue Qinghan's hand seemed to be in a deserted place. Every time he swung the sword, a saint from the Xuanyin world was knocked away.

Xue Qinghan's swordsmanship carries the meaning of killing, and it is a killing sword. Who among the ordinary people in the same realm would dare to confront a sword cultivator head-on? The answer is no.

However, although Xue Qinghan was fierce, the cooperation between the three opponents was quite tacit, and they dealt with each other's offense and defense quite well.

Even with Xue Qinghan's killing power, trying to kill them all at once would be nothing more than a dream.

In the void, four figures were as fast as lightning and could not be seen clearly. There was only the sound of the clash of weapons and the roar of the surging spells.

Lu Yunchang was so excited to see it, a battle of this level was something that could only be encountered once in a while.

At this time, Xue Qinghan had already followed with a sword, determined to kill one person first. The big man on the right was shocked when he saw this. Only when the three of them fight against the enemy together can they put pressure on Xue Qinghan. Even so, it is still difficult to capture Xue Qinghan. If he is allowed to kill one more person, then today's victory will be a failure.

Thinking of this, he picked up a sledgehammer as tall as Bing and others without saying a word and smashed it.

Looking at this posture, even if Xue Qinghan can chase and kill the old woman, he will definitely be hit by this sledgehammer. At that time, one death will be exchanged for another injury. It seems that Xue Qinghan has made a profit, but in reality? There were two saints in perfect condition watching him with eager eyes, let alone if the old woman knew that she would fight back with all her strength, how should he deal with it?

The big man's intention was to surround Wei and save Zhao. He was sure that Xue Qinghan would definitely give up the pursuit and defense.

However, he didn't know that Xue Qinghan had already put life and death aside after seeing Lu Yunchang and knowing the final outcome.

The Feixue Sword was like a ray of red light, its power increased instead of decreasing, and it stabbed straight towards the old woman. Behind him, the sledgehammer swelled in the wind, and in the blink of an eye it became thousands of feet tall, like a huge mountain pressing down on Xue Qinghan.

"You..." Seeing that Xue Qinghan was really going to kill everything, the old woman panicked and yelled angrily, "Are you crazy?"

Xue Qinghan cut off her left arm again with a sword, and cut off the old woman's head with a sword while she was wailing in pain.

"Even if I die today, I won't make it easy for you." The old woman's head was still in the air, glaring at Xue Qinghan with great hatred.

She saw her body expand extremely, and her true body instantly appeared, turning into a huge old locust tree, blocking out the sky and the sun.

The value of the old locust tree turned into countless sharp thorns, which stabbed towards Xue Qinghan.

In front of the old locust tree, there was a fatal blow, and in the back, there was a giant hammer that pressed down hard. Xue Qinghan was not panicked though, the Flying Snow Sword turned into two, and the two turned into four...

It turned into tens of millions almost instantly.

Then Xue Qinghan waved the Feixue Sword in his hand: "Ten Thousand Swords Return to their Nest."