At the moment of seeing the eyes of this lonely tall man.

A sharp pain suddenly appeared in Su Mingyue's mind, tearing and raging in it as if it were a thousand knives.

It turned out to be a pair of eyes of different colors, the left eye was dark red, and the right eye was ice blue.

There is madness in loneliness, but there is absolute calmness in the madness, and the attributes that are quite contradictory in this lonely man seem to be extremely harmonious.

"Ahh

Su Mingyue roared uncontrollably, he hugged his head in pain, blood gushed out from the corners of his eyes and nose as if he didn't want money, and his eyes changed wildly between dark blue and gold!

It was an unimaginable fragment of memory with a huge amount of information, and the fragmentary images kept flashing and disillusioning in Su Mingyue's mind.

The Iron Horse Glacier, the Painted Corner Company Camp, and the beacon fire looks thousands of miles.

The defenders were dead, and only the unarmed Li people were left in the lonely city, and there was a somewhat thin figure standing alone on the city wall.

Outside the city, thousands of troops and horses have been killed, but there is only one person on the city wall.

He was drinking, a whole jar of wine.

Heroic and high-spirited, there is no appearance that a weak scholar should have.

The long robe and white robe, hunting and hunting by the whistling wind, a knife with a flickering cold light was slanted in front of the lonely figure.

One person and one knife, although he did not move, he seemed to have been unsheathed, and the fierce momentum had already pierced the heavens.

For a time, the gongs and drums shook the sky, and Huihong's horn even blew a corner of the dark night, and a string moon was in the northern sky, looking down on the whole world.

To the people, to the people, if you die for the sake of thousands of people, it is also to the people!

"Smack!"

The lone tall figure threw away the wine jar in his hand, the wine in it had already been drunk, and it was time to draw the knife.

The earth-shattering shouts of killing have always been mixed with beast-like roars, and if you look closely, these thousands of troops are not human beings at all!

This is a group of monsters with terrifying appearances, fierce faces, and infinite negative energy all over their bodies!

"Poof!"

The divine light of the Divine Power that pierced the heavens bloomed around the Lone Gao figure with a warm light, and he had already pulled out the knife that was slanted in front of him, and an inexplicable chant suddenly appeared around him and sang, as if to welcome the arrival of the gods.

An extremely brilliant sword instantly suppressed the shouts of thousands of troops and horses, and in an instant, the whole world fell silent.

The brilliance was gone, and the thousands of troops and horses had all been annihilated into a little streamer, and the lonely figure with a long knife gradually became illusory, and the endless loneliness was surging and churning on his body, and in just a few flashes, he completely disappeared between this world and the world.

Invite the moon with a knife, and a thousand troops will be easy!

However, even if he saved the people of this city, there was no place for him in this world......

The top of the West, the place of the gods, the city of clouds in the nine heavens and ten earths.

The supreme chant is sung around the lonely figure, who is fighting a group of self-proclaimed gods.

The tall figure was still dressed in a white robe, but the knife in his hand was gone.

What he was holding in his hand at the moment was a sword—a quaint longsword with an inverse lightning symbol on its hilt.

Seven brilliant gems were embedded in the entire Reverse Lightning Symbol, and the power of the rules was so strong that the entire Cloudsdale shook violently.

"Ye Qinghan, Hugh has to be presumptuous in this place of the gods!"

Several gods were furious, and they attacked the lonely man with infinite wishing power, divine light, and the realm of rules.

The blood had already stained the white robe of the lonely tall man, but the sword in his hand was still fierce, and even if the gods on top of him swarmed him, he couldn't help it for a while.

The lonely man smiled coldly, it was a pair of ice blue eyes full of ice and snow, as if he had seen through all life and death, and had insight into all conspiracies.

"Now that the undead are in the world, where are you guys who claim to be gods when those evil things are causing trouble to the world?"

"Gods and gods, don't you call yourself gods!"

"Zheng!"

Feeling the master's intentions, the long sword that was already embedded in the reverse lightning symbol suddenly roared out with a shocking sword roar.

Huaguang flows, and a sword cuts the head!

The seven heads had detached from their original bodies and flew into the sky.

The guys who claimed to be gods had no ability to resist under Ye Qinghan's sword.

"Ye Qinghan, if you dare to go against the will of the gods, there will be no place for you in this world!" The golden figure on the throne was furious, and roared hoarsely at Ye Qinghan.

"Humph!"

Ye Qinghan turned around suddenly, and glanced coldly at the figure sitting on the throne, his eyes full of ice and snow were full of pity and killing intent engraved in his bones.

The golden figure's ice-blue eyes that seemed to be flowing with lava shrank sharply, and a fear from his soul made his whole body tremble slightly.

"Even if there is no self in heaven and earth, Ye will never be in the same stream as you!"

Ye Qinghan suddenly laughed out loud, he walked towards the throne step by step with his sword, and for a while, no one dared to step forward to stop him.

"The Chosen, the Chosen, do you remember that you were once a Chosen!"

The wind surged, the long sword was raised, and in the next second, the golden figure sitting on the throne was already a corpse......

Void space, abyssal Jedi, purgatory sea.

"Are you desperate?crazy?Do you still want to resist?Chatter~"

The ghostly voice echoed in Ye Qinghan's ears, laughing unscrupulously, piercing and sharp, pointing to the darkest side of people's hearts.

And at this moment, Ye Qinghan was nailed to a pitch-black cross.

The hideous bone nails deeply pierced every acupuncture point on Ye Qinghan's body, whether it was the power of the will, the power of the underworld, even the legendary forbidden power, Ye Qinghan could not use a single point.

"Phew!"

Ye Qing smiled coldly, and spat out a mouthful of bloody spit disdainfully, the long sword that had been embedded with the reverse lightning symbol was now being inserted diagonally into the endless lava.

"So stubborn?"

The shrill voice suddenly grew cold, but soon it burst into laughter again, moody.

"It's my chosen protagonist, this game is really getting more and more interesting, chatter!"

"Hmph, do you think you're fate?"

Ye Qinghan was unmoved by the harsh words, his heart would not be shaken by anything and the so-called truth.

"No, I'm not fate. ”

The mysterious voice admitted this fact very calmly, but what he said next made people shudder even more, "You little guy is really naïve, that kind of thing is just a toy for me, can you just follow my script?"

"Don't think!"

Ye Qinghan was still smiling coldly, but soon his eyes began to dim.

"You!" the mysterious voice suddenly became angry, "Do you think that you can jump out of my script by annihilating your soul?"

The soul is scattered, the leaves are cold, and the light does not see the eternal night......