Eternal obsession looking for flowers to bloom, picking the moon and picking stars will bury a person.

Ning Yi sounded a little familiar with this sentence, but for a while, he couldn't remember where he had heard it.

And at this time, he couldn't think about it, because the black-haired boy had already attacked him with that long sword, the sword light was agitated, and the sword qi was radiant and powerful.

The strength of the black-haired boy suddenly skyrocketed a lot after holding that long sword.

It's no wonder that he dared to fight Ning Yi.

for he has his own trust.

As strong as Ning Yi, they all had to be solemn at this time, and seriously deal with the young man's sharp offensive.

At the same time, since the black-haired boy used a sharp weapon, he also unceremoniously took out the world's famous sword Zhijun short sword given to him by his grandfather from his spatial magic weapon.

Sharp blades and swords clashed, the sonorous sound was deafening, and the bright sparks flew in all directions.

At the same time, a gust of wind centered on the two of them swept away in all directions.

In the fierce battle, Ning Yi's dark eyes were shining, looking at the black-haired young man in front of him, a smile full of excitement appeared at the corner of his mouth, and said, "This sword is really extraordinary." ”

If someone like him is a casual opponent every time he encounters, it won't be interesting. Only the stronger the opponent and the more he feels threatened, the happier he will be.

Because only the stronger the opponent, the stronger you are, can you make yourself stronger.

Only the more powerful the opponent, can you sharpen your mind and exercise your quality in all aspects.

Therefore, seeing that the black-haired boy was faintly threatening himself because of the strength of the long sword in his hand, Ning Yi showed a sincere and happy smile on his face.

At the same time, he also took the initiative to improve his skills a lot, which he used to deal with the fierce attack of the black-haired boy.

Ning Yi's true cultivation is far beyond the ability of the black-haired boy, so no matter how strong the young man is, he is still defeated by Ning Yi who is holding the sword of Zhijun.

A mouthful of blood gushed out from the corner of his mouth, and after Ning Yi's terrible blow, the black-haired boy Liu Ling was immediately seriously injured and flew out, and fell to the ground in embarrassment.

Due to the severity of his injuries, he was unable to get up from the ground and continue to fight again.

"Your cultivation is not bad, and the sword in your hand is also extraordinary, but the gap between you and me in cultivation is not small, and it is impossible to defeat me and avenge Zhang Zhe with this. ”

Looking at Liu Ling, who fell to the ground not far away, Ning Yi said, there was no arrogance in his tone, but he was calmly stating a fact.

The implication is that if you want to get revenge, you have to work harder.

It's just that Ning Yi's calm words were in Liu Ling's ears, but they made Liu Ling unhappy. He looked at Ning Yi, and there was a look of unwillingness and unyielding in his eyes. Wiping the blood flowing from the corner of his mouth, he said with a grim look in his eyes: "It's not over yet! Even if you are defeated, you have to be injured a little!"

Then, after falling to the ground, he tried to raise the long sword in his hand, pointed at Ning Yi, and recited a treacherous and mysterious incantation and secret language, casting a unique magic method.

And as the black-haired boy's incantation ended, in an instant, the long sword in his hand trembled violently, and burst into a terrifying light.

What's even more shocking is that with the light of the sword in the black-haired boy's hand, there was a mysterious energy in the martial arts arena, which made an extremely strange picture appear in the martial arts arena. And it is in everyone's mind.

A beautiful girl with a graceful demeanor, covered in blood, appeared in a ruined and desolate battlefield where corpses and bones were piled up.

The sky was dark, thick clouds were thick, and from time to time there was a roar of fierce winds, flying sand and rocks.

Her eyes were glazed and devoid, and she looked lost in her soul. It's just that, even in this state, she still keeps looking for something in the sea of corpses and blood.

She turned over corpse after corpse, walked over hill after hill, and stepped over countless barren grass, never stopping.

The battlefield was vast and boundless, but she still searched for corpses, even if some of them were already in tatters, and some parts didn't even have bones left.

After walking thousands of miles, her eyes became more and more hollow, and her eyes became more and more sloppy.

Suddenly, on a blood-colored hill not far from her, a figure appeared in front of her standing upright.

It was a man long dead, but his body was still standing. His body was covered with horrible wounds, and his hair was stained with bright red blood, and he looked extremely miserable.

And in this man's hand, there is an iron sword. This iron sword seems to be unremarkable, but it gives people an incomparably sharp and compelling feeling, and bright red blood is constantly flowing on the blade.

Originally, the girl's eyes were very hollow, like a walking corpse, but when she saw this man seeing this iron sword, there was more brilliance in her sloppy eyes. At the same time, there is a sense of sadness and sadness.

Obviously, the men and girls who are stubborn and unyielding to death in this blood-colored hill and do not want to fall know each other, and they seem to have a deep relationship and a lot of relationship.

Walking slowly to the top of the blood-soaked hill, the girl took a deep look at the heroic and upright man who was stained with blood, and then she took the sword in the man's hand, which was still dripping with blood, into her own hand.

She lowered her head and reached out to stroke the iron sword stained with bright red blood in her hand, and the sadness and desolation in her empty eyes became more and more sad.

She brushed her hair fluttering in the wind, and then she raised her head slightly, looking at the sky where the clouds were thick and the wind was raging from time to time, and her empty eyes were as deep as stars.

"God is dead, and the devil is destroyed. And I'm still ......"

Looking at an unknown place in the depths of the sky, she muttered to herself. Her voice is very beautiful, but it is full of sadness, full of loneliness and loneliness.

"A thousand catastrophes, a hundred generations of difficulties, eternal hurry. In the blink of an eye, the eternal world withered, hundreds of millions of years of reincarnation were wiped out, and countless Tianjiao Junyan and heroic overlords went forward and succeeded, and their lives were broken......"

"The spirit of war is endless, the spirit is immortal, the war song is played forever, and your blood and tears will never be shed in vain......"

The girl muttered to herself, a look of determination on her delicate blood-stained cheeks.

At the same time, she looked at the mysterious and unknown place above the sky, and there were constantly tragic battles in her eyes, bleeding and drifting, corpses all over the field, the blood of thousands of people stained the sky and the earth red, the stars shattered, the sun and the moon were reversed, and the breath of endless destruction enveloped the universe.

"Whoa......

At this time, the world where the girl was located seemed to react to her words, and suddenly it rained like a torrential black rain, and at the same time, countless thunderbolts and lightning shuttled through the dark sky like dragons and snakes.

In an instant, the girl was overwhelmed by an endless torrential rain, and her bright red clothes were wet.

It's just that, for all this, the girl seems to have never seen or realized it, and her eyes are still looking at the sky without blinking, standing in place like a sculpture.

The only difference was that her eyes became slightly cold, and there was a faint murderous aura circulating. It was as if at the end of the heavenly vault, in that endless distance, there was a great enemy that she hated to the core.

"Are you afraid, afraid that your fate will one day be dominated by others?" said the girl, looking at the inky sky, as if there really was her rival above the sky.

It's just that there is no one to answer her at all. At this time, the clouds of ink were churning, the wind was howling, and the thunder and lightning were crisscrossing the heavens and the earth, and there was nothing but the pouring rain, and there was no other sound except the roaring rain and the thunder that was almost inaudible by the sound of the rain.

Then, the picture in everyone's minds was completely blurred and reduced to darkness. Only the girl's three words of loneliness and sadness still echoed in everyone's ears.

"Overturned in all directions, an inch of frost on the sword. Galloping vertically and horizontally, looking at the world, swinging the sword, unstoppable, the young man is amazing and the years are dazzling. The immortal road is boundless, and the dry bone road becomes the king, that is the battlefield that heroes are destined to ......"

"Eternal obsession looking for flowers to bloom, picking the moon and picking stars will bury a person ......"

"Wander the universe, walk through the wilderness. Waiting for you to come back......"