Qianzhou felt that he must be crazy, maybe he was not normal when he walked into Yundu from the beginning. Otherwise, how dare you raise your sword against natural disasters as a "cornerstone"?

However, Qianzhou's heart was unusually calm - Faust was injured one after another in Yundu, and his injuries were not light. If it were in this world, no matter how seriously Faust was injured, it would not be something that a thousand boats could deal with. But this is the other side, the abyss. [Natural Disaster] is no longer an authority, but a shackle! Moreover, judging from Faust's appearance, it is not easy for him to pass through the afterimages!

The silver essentia once again converged into a short sword in Qianzhou's hand, and this time the light on the sword was far more dazzling than any before. The will on it even Faust looked sideways.

"You're right, there's no turning back. Faust raised his staff, and at this moment he finally unloaded his disguise completely—the emotion on his face was no longer hypocritical. His eyes were cold and solemn, and the pure killing intent surged like the tide of the sea.

Whether it is an off-the-board means or the name of "natural disaster" is meaningless here! At this moment, the brave wins when they meet on a narrow road!

"Come!" Faust shouted, his staff meeting the short sword of the thousand boats.

The novelist and the natural disaster intertwined in the wind and snow, and the glow of silver and black collided in one place, bursting into a sharp sound, like the roar of thunder in the sky.

A sword was blocked, and Qianzhou immediately retracted his strength, and after changing his move, he slashed at Faust again.

Completely subconscious, he didn't even notice that he had never had combat experience and was growing at an astonishing rate.

In the way he least wanted it.

The mournful roar of swords and canes breaking through the sky echoed across the empty snowfield, singing a song of iron and blood.

Qianzhou swung his sword faster and faster, almost sweeping into a cloud of silver light and shadow. The backlash from his arm and the feedback of musculoskeletal overwhelm were completely forgotten by him.

There was only one thought in Qianzhou's mind.

Hurry!

This was the first time that Qianzhou's blood had a feeling of blood boiling, and he almost turned every bit of depression in his heart from the beginning of Yundu into his sword and smashed it. For a while, I just felt hearty!

In the gap between the sword and the staff, Chishu seized the opportunity to punch Faust in the chin. At the same time, Faust's elbow also landed on Chishu's chest.

The two of them each stepped back.

Qianzhou gasped violently, only to feel that his eyes were hot, and the scarlet blood was steamed and dried into blood stains halfway through the flow, and coagulated on his face.

"I see. Faust gasped, "Not to build a foundation, but to light a fire." You're a true lunatic. ”

A thousand boats cannot be denied.

He only became an extraordinary person by chance, and he had no clue how to set up the cornerstone. On the contrary, it is more convenient to use the soul as firewood, after all, once born and twice ripe. What's more, if he hadn't been able to get through the afterimages, he wouldn't have been able to get here.

"At this time, I should persuade you to cooperate, and I can solve your problems when I return to this world. "But I don't think it's pointless, because you're as naïve as you wouldn't respond." You have no intention of turning back!"

The novelist did not answer, but simply chanted softly.

"Like all the poets who dream of horses, I have to walk on the same path as the martyrs and the clowns. ”

"All men will quench the fire, and I alone will lift it high. ”

"By this fire I was able to survive the long night. ”

Qianzhou held a sword in both hands, and his young face was solemn.

Of all the things in the world, only I am the most perishable,

With an irresistible, dying speed.

Maybe I'm going to fail,

There is no coffin, no place to bury.

But history itself will triumph!

Qianzhou raised his sword flat, and the surging will around him could not even hide the wind and snow.

Today, I wield my sword against the scourge.

Look at me, I'm crazy!

Faust looked at Qianzhou and felt nervous and excited for the first time in a long time.

It was only the third time he had seen the boy, but he was surprised with each change. It's like—

The furnace is quenched, and the cast iron is steel!

"I'll admit that you're the best of humanity as well. Faust said solemnly, "But you must know that you are facing an unstoppable [natural disaster]!"

The staff in Faust's hand began to grow like a branch. The head of the staff is divided into seven strands and winds upward, and the obscure cane body emerges a series of exquisite relief statues that tell a story, and the tail of the cane is divided into three prongs.

Faust's power at this time is naturally not as powerful as when he was stagnant in Yundu time, but this is undoubtedly a more original and deeper power of natural disasters.

Thousands of boats stepped through the wind and snow, and they were indomitable. The silver sword light seemed to roll across a galaxy, and countless stars rose and fell, and finally collided together.

Faust struggled to swing the scepter down, and a dark curtain seemed to cover it abruptly.

This "curtain" is so heavy that the space is abnormally sunken. The "curtain" was wrinkled, not so much rolled up, but directly smashed on the sword light!

In a trance, Qianzhou saw Faust's journey on the earth for thousands of years. Walking through one country and one era after another, stirring up people's deepest malice, and then collecting and fermenting it.

Faust unabashedly shows that His accumulation is not a chasm that can be crossed by perseverance or wisdom!

The sword light was undoubtedly shattered under the "curtain", and although the "curtain" was a little thinner, it still swept over a thousand boats.

Faust coughed lightly, and the scepter in his hand reverted back to its original plain appearance: "Unfortunately, it is I who wins." ”

Qianzhou was half-kneeling on the ground, and his body was covered with dense wounds.

"Don't you want to know the reality of the world? Qianzhou raised his head and smiled.

A drop of silver flame dripped from Qianzhou's eye socket and landed right on the notebook that Qianzhou had just taken out of the empty bag.

In an instant, the flames soaked the entire notebook.

In the flames, the notes opened automatically, skimming over page after page of dense handwriting.

Faust subconsciously wanted to see the words on it, and his intuition told him that those words were important.

But as the notes turned page by page, the words evaporated in the flames, leaving only a large blank space.

As the last page of text vanished, the note completely turned into a silver flame dripping from Qianzhou's hand.

Qianzhou spoke softly, and the look in his eyes couldn't tell whether he was lonely or reluctant:

"This is where all the astray paths begin. ”

The flames that fell to the ground were not extinguished, but ignited the snow, flowing like mercury in all directions. In a few breaths, silver flames were everywhere as far as the eye could see.

And beyond the eye, the flames ignited one after another. It seems that after passing through the notebook, the flame has undergone an incredible qualitative change.

With this endless fuel, the soul fire that was supposed to be extinguished by Qianzhou was revived.

The "cornerstone" of this thousand boats was erected in an incredible way - the soul is the first fire, history is the firewood, and the past is the food.

Then, with the help of this vigorous flame, the thousand boats easily jumped over the "Dragon Gate", and the shackles between the human body and Dayuan were like a thin piece of paper.

Feeling something, Qianzhou stretched out his hand and pulled out a worn-out black fountain pen from the flames in front of him. Looking at the familiar damage on the pen, Qianzhou didn't expect that his old friend who had been with him for several years would return to his hand in this way.

Qianzhou raised his hand, and the pen turned into a black long sword. The two sides of the sword are not smooth, they are very rough. But if you look closely, you can see that the patterns, totems, and words engraved on the sword are either recorded or lost. Each one carries a piece of history.

"Fragments. "Qianzhou chose a name for the sword in his heart.

Then Qianzhou stood up, and a mercury-like flame surged around him: "How about this fire called 'Pale Silver Flame'?"

Faust shook his head: "This is your soul and blood, so you might as well call it 'the blood of the palesilver'." ”

"Okay. Qianzhou readily promised, "Then there should always be an end to the end of the poem." ”

Note: The note symbolizes fate and omniscience. In the end, the note is ignited by the soul fire of the thousand boats, which is equivalent to using the original trajectory and history (which is another kind of omniscience) as firewood for the burning flame, so as to build the cornerstone and jump over the dragon gate. That's why the handwriting disappeared in the flames, and Qianzhou would say, "All the wrong paths start from here."