When the sky and the earth were dark and the light was at its end, Lingmiao Peak was shrouded in endless despair, and on the last step near the peak, more than a dozen figures stood still, and through the frightened eyes, they could see that their hearts were not calm. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Among them, the three people standing on the last ten steps are even more bizarre and extraordinary.

Situ Ling, who had just stepped on the ninetieth step, had her eyes closed, and on her smooth forehead, a sea-blue sigil appeared, as bright as a star.

In the void above her head, a blue ancient seal hung and condensed, the tide rolled, the starlight fell, reflecting the surrounding circle, Situ Ling bathed in the starlight, and the sound of the ebb and flow of the tide faintly came from her ears, only to feel unprecedented peace and tranquility.

The darkness of the outside world also seems to be isolated by the bright starlight, and it has nothing to do with her.

Going up the four steps again, Wu Yue, who stepped on the ninety-fourth step, only felt that he was in the world of a sword, to be precise, it was a sword mound.

Billions of broken swords stand in it, or broken blades, or notched and curly blades, or cracks all over the place, or rusty

Heaven and earth were full of slaughter and despair, Wu Yue stepped on the sword mound, looking at the broken sword full of remnants, the wind blew like a blade, cutting the skin, and suddenly there was red blood oozing out, dripping down.

Wu Yue was unconscious, walking on the nameless sword mound, his fingertips stroked a broken sword blade, let the sword wind blow his body, and the sword qi invaded his body, he felt sad and inexplicably sad, only to feel that every sword wind, every wisp of sword qi penetrated through the skin, invaded **, and cut off sword marks in his heart.

Lonely in my heart, covered in bruises!

In this way, Wu Yue stepped like a mountain, in this world where everything does not exist, only the remnant sword goes farther and farther, there is no purpose, no direction, blood is sprinkled all the way, he stands like a sword, walks like a mountain, and never stops for a moment.

I don't know when his eyebrows are already overflowing with sadness, the seven-foot man has tears in his eyes, and every time he touches a broken sword, he adds an extra sword mark to his heart, leaving a sword story.

It's not pain, it's heartache.

I don't know how far I walked, I don't know how long I walked, as if I had traveled all over the mountains and rivers and walked through the vicissitudes of life.

At this time, Wu Yue was like a skeleton, except for the miserable white skeleton, there was no hair and flesh left, and through the gloomy ribs, it was faintly visible on the left chest, and there was still a heart that was still beating all over the body.

Stopped, Wu Yue raised his head in a daze, there seemed to be two points of spiritual light in the empty dark pupils, staring quietly ahead, in the center, there was not a sword standing in a radius of 100 meters, but on the empty ground, there was a dark and simple heavy sword standing in it.

Towering, there seems to be a sword blade whispering, hundreds of millions of remnant swords screaming like a song, the sword wind stops, swinging out of the mountains and rivers, the sun and the moon are all over the world.

Surrounded by 100 meters, there are no ten thousand swords, only a bladeless heavy sword intact, standing in the center, thick as a mountain.

Wu Yue was stunned, he knew this sword, when he stepped on the ninetieth step and experienced the ancient battlefield, the heavy sword in his hand was the same as it, if I remember correctly, this sword should be called Starfall.

"Click"

Feeling the sound of the call coming from the Starfall Heavy Sword, Wu Yue's heart shook, and in a trance, the person had unconsciously stepped forward, clicking, clicking the sound of bone wear, extremely harsh, in this world full of broken swords, it seemed extremely strange and terrifying.

The heavy sword trembled lightly, humming nonstop, as if feeling Wu Yue's approach, and the low sword chant became more and more urgent, as if excited, and as if urging, even the entire sword mound trembled.

The sound of the sword roaring in the higher and higher of the Qing Dynasty came and went, like the thunder in the sky was dull, and it was like a dragon chanting dominantly, resounding throughout the whole world.

However, at this moment, Wu Yue seemed to have no external matter, only the bladeless heavy sword in front of him in his eyes, and he couldn't hear any sound in his ears.

Without too much hesitation, in the urging of the Starfall Heavy Sword, Wu Yue stretched out his miserable white bone hand and firmly grasped the hilt of the Starfall Heavy Sword.

The dark sword glowed into the sky, the sword chant was high-pitched, like Tianfeng Lingyun, Wu Yue's eyes flashed, he held the sword with both hands, and his chest and heart suddenly beat violently.

In a long roar, Wu Yue's huge force surged upward, and slowly pulled out the Starfall Heavy Sword from the vast earth.

Heavy sword like a mountain, since the casting of the sword, in the endless years of the long river, the sword edge is immortal, after the vicissitudes of life, but no one has been able to hold it in the palm, finally, the sword has not recognized the master, has not drunk blood, has been buried in the sword mound.

The mighty sword roared up, the general trend was like the sky, thousands of miles of mountains and rivers, and hundreds of millions of remnant swords were ringing, and they seemed to be happy for the birth of Starfall.

However, at the moment when the Starfall Heavy Sword completely broke away from the earth, was pulled up by Wu Yue, and held it in his palm, he didn't have time to be happy, and suddenly, the ground shook, and the entire sword mound began to gradually collapse.

Hundreds of millions of remnant swords broke out of the ground, converging like a dragon, like a monstrous sword river, in Wu Yue's horrified gaze, falling down, the sword blade pointed directly at Wu Yue's heart, like a heavenly punishment.

"Ahh

"Boom Boom"

In a burst of tragic wails, a remnant sword fell through the slaughter, piercing through Wu Yue's heart, although it had turned into a skeleton, but the painful torture invaded the depths of the soul.

The wailing stopped, and hundreds of millions of remnant swords continued to pierce his heart, Wu Yue no longer had the strength to howl, holding the sword with one hand, half-kneeling on the ground, at this time, even death and coma became a luxury.

However, what Wu Yue didn't know was that every time he was hit by a sword, the sword marks in his heart would fade a little, and a small vein would appear on his body, and his miserable white bones would also be dyed with a layer of black color, and gradually turn black, like ink and jade.

Heaven and earth are still collapsing, sword felling is still continuing, at this time, in the hall at the top of the spiritual peak in the outside world, everything is still, and only a line of glazed sword light runs through the sky.

In his eyes, there was only the stagnant and proud figure in the distance, but he never knew that there had already been earth-shattering waves in the silent and stable void realm.

A dark and bladeless ancient heavy sword, in that void space, rushed left and right, as if entering a no-man's land, the sword intent was like a mountain, volleying and slashing, swinging a continuous sword qi, stacked and rippling.

If it weren't for the space boundary curtain in the system's void realm, which was strong and invincible, far from being comparable to ordinary space magic weapons, this sword would have already smashed the space and escaped.

Rao is like this, many magic weapons and artifacts in the void world have also suffered unwarranted disasters, most of them have been slashed by sword qi, and they are damaged at least and destroyed at worst.

Fortunately, the fury of the black heavy sword only lasted for a short moment, and when the sorrow forced out the golden jade ancient sword, and the two competed, the sword was twenty-three, and the sword move was exhausted, and the dark heavy sword in the void world also fell silent again.

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