Late at night in midsummer, Yixing, Qingzhou, Ping'an Community. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

It was the height of summer, and it was extremely hot throughout the day, and it was only late at night that the temperature slowly dropped. At this time, the residents of the community also fell asleep.

In an ordinary room, a seventeen or eighteen-year-old boy was having nightmares with a hideous face. His eyes were closed, his breath was short, and his hands unconsciously clutched at the sheets, as if he were in endless pain.

The sword light, the blood, the peach blossoms flying in the sky, the indifferent eyes that seemed to look at ants, and the gentle eyes that made it hurt heart.

The boy was sweating profusely, and he sat up from his sleep suddenly, one hand tightly covering his chest, and he was gasping for air, and his hair over his ears blocked his entire face in shadow. After a while, the boy raised his head, revealing a look full of pain and a pale face without a trace of blood.

"I'm not dead?" Looking at his intact body, the boy let out a whisper that only he could hear, his eyes full of shock.

Suddenly, when he realized that the scene around him was wrong, he grabbed the mobile phone on the bedside and saw the current system time clearly displayed under the faint fluorescence: June 10, 2010.

"Me, back to three years ago?"

However, the voice that came to mind made him stand on the spot.

"The host meets the minimum requirements, and the system is on"

"Preliminary identification, confirmation by the sword master system"

"Do you want to enter the trial space immediately?"

The moment I heard the voice, a slightly unfamiliar memory suddenly came to my mind:

He obtained the inheritance of the sword codex, embarked on the road of sword cultivation, emerged in the cultivation world, and was named the "Little Sword Saint", everything seemed so smooth and deserved.

Until...... The Great Tribulation is coming.

Countless anti-heaven powerhouses of unknown origin have appeared one after another, and the entire cultivation world has undergone earth-shaking changes.

Thinking of this, a deep hatred appeared in Qiu Yuebai's eyes. The man's gaze, like an ant, stabbed him in the heart like a sharp sword.

"It's really disappointing to be such a weak Sword Book Heir. How about taking my trick and letting you live?"

A voice without emotion came out of the man's mouth.

What happened next, like a nightmare, was deeply engraved in his own heart.

The difference between heaven and earth, the despair of trying his best but being powerless, watching the golden giant hand like a god descending from the heavens, destroying all his defenses.

However, the most desperate thing was the cyan shadow that appeared the moment before the golden giant hand immediately killed her, the blood-stained peach blossoms flying in the sky, and the watery gentleness in her eyes that looked at her for the last time.

"Qing Yao...... Why? Why did you do this for me, who the hell are you?"

The heart-wrenching pain once again filled her chest, Qiu Yuebai clenched her hands, and the words spoken by her pale lips were extremely firm: "This time, I will never let the same thing happen to me again." “

"System, enter the trial space. “

The familiar transformation of consciousness is still the same galaxy reversal, but the bright bright light makes him have to close his eyes now.

Swords! All broken swords! Dense swords of broken swords filled the sand where he was. The sky was a blood-red sun, the air was full of flying sand, and the surrounding walls were full of broken swords, and a desolate aura enveloped the world.

Looking at this familiar scene, Qiu Yuebai no longer had the shock and excitement he had when he first entered, and he didn't care about the strange remnant sword landscape around him, and walked directly in the direction of his memory.

Not far from the foreground, there was a resounding sword roar and an explosion of smoke and dust in the sky.

Qiu Yuebai was still expressionless and continued to walk forward. However, before he could reach it, the smoke and dust in the sky seemed to stretch out from the center, and a gust of wind swept out from the inside out, revealing the originally obscured scene.

"It's still exactly the same as it was at the beginning. “

Two figures stood and lay down, appearing in sight.

The figure standing, dressed in gorgeous clothes, with indifferent eyes, with its right hand behind its back, surrounded by bursts of golden streamers, looking down at the latter condescendingly, its lips moving slightly, as if to say something. Seeing this scene again, Qiu Yuebai was still the same as before, unable to hear a single word clearly.

Although he knew that it was just an illusory shadow, he couldn't help but feel endless anger and resentment when he looked at the golden figure.

"Abandon the Emperor of Heaven. "Teeth clenched, it was an ordinary projection of this person, and he beat himself to death with one move, killing Qing Yao, who helped him block most of the attacks.

The lying man looked extremely embarrassed and miserable, his clothes were tattered, and his whole body was covered with large and small scars, and the sand under him was soaked red with blood.

And yet he was laughing, laughing heartily. Although every slight movement of the corners of his mouth caused more blood to flow out of the wound, his eyes were full of excitement and pleasure.

"The sword master of the previous generation of the sword canon, the legendary Kunlun Sword Saint, Yun Muge, lived for the sword all his life, and died because of the sword, heh, he is really a veritable sword saint. ”

Qiu Yuebai continued to look at the changes in the field, although he had seen it once in his previous life, but he was far from reaching this realm, every time he watched it, he only felt that it was out of reach.

As Yun Muge's laughter became louder and louder, the joy and joy in the laughter became more and more obvious.

The broken sword stuck in the sand beside him all began to tremble, and slowly let out a "buzzing" sword groan as the laughter became more and more high-pitched, and slowly flew into the air from the soil.

"Zheng", like the sound of a long sword unsheathed, one after another long sword flew out of the soil, not only the speed flew faster and faster, but also changed the previous dilapidated taste, or majestic, or light, or sharp, countless sword momentum from the sword body thin hair, with a dazzling sword light, with the two of them as the center of the rotation, forming a sword vortex covering the entire sky, turning the entire sky into a sea of swords.

Qiu Yue Bai stared at the sky, he had seen this scene in his previous life. Although it is only a phantom, it seems to be an endless sword light, and no matter how many times you look at it, you will be deeply shocked.

And the gorgeously dressed Emperor of the Abandoned Heavens, the indifferent expression on his face finally had a little more solemnity.

He slowly stretched out his right hand behind him, and swung it towards the ten thousand swords, and the golden streamer formed a gorgeous band of light with the wave of his arm, which suddenly spread from the center to all around, endlessly, bringing up ripples like ripples in the entire sand, from the beginning as if a breeze was blowing, to just a few seconds later, the golden natural disaster tsunami was full of eyes, and it continued to grow stronger at an alarming speed.

Finally, the rotation speed of the sword vortex in the sky had reached a critical point, and thousands of sword lights fused into a brilliant giant sword of light, and as the giant sword slowly fell, the space fluctuated violently, making Qiu Yuebai feel that the giant sword was about to crush the surrounding space every moment.

The energy fluctuations in the ground are getting slower and slower, but the golden color of the light belt is getting more and more intense, and slowly forming a phantom of a golden giant palm, and slowly upward, the spiritual pressure accumulated by the giant palm, as if even the surrounding light has been oppressed, making the surrounding space into chaos, and the extremely slow rising speed is like the accumulation of the last moment of a volcanic eruption, as if the next moment will split the entire heaven and earth.

Finally, as Yun Muge's laughter stopped, the originally extremely slow speed of the Giant Sword of Light and the Golden Giant Palm suddenly accelerated, and the tip of the giant sword and the palm of the giant palm burst out with dazzling light at the same time, and in that instant, they came into contact.