The night sky shimmered with bright stars, but there was still no finger in the thick trees, and no light could penetrate into it.

A disgraced figure stumbled down a high slope, and his face was out of sight.

Only a dagger could be seen.

The dagger glistened and slammed into his chest.

He didn't pull the sharp knife out of his chest, for he knew that the dagger had pierced into the tightest part of his body.

Once pulled out, it will inevitably die immediately, and if you don't pull it out, you may be able to live a little longer.

There was still one hour left in his life, and there was no fear, but he was more awake than usual.

When a person learns that he is nearing the end of his life, he certainly hopes that he can do more at this last second.

The less time there is, the more precious it is, and he wants to make the last second of his life count.

After rolling down the high slope, he staggered along a green meadow to a small valley.

There was no grass or flowers in the valley, only the hard stones.

Gusts of wind blew in from the mouth of the valley.

The "whining" sound of the ghost's cry and god wailed into the eardrums, and he walked into the valley against the fierce wind, and immediately saw a giant sword towering into the sky.

The starlight was obscured by dark clouds, but the greatsword still shone brightly.

He fell next to a big rock, struggled to climb over, and muttered, "Daoran senior, I'm here, are you okay?"

No one answered, and there was only his voice in the air.

He struggled to his feet, his hands firmly grasping a small piece of the sword, as if trying to pull out the mountain-like greatsword.

No matter how hard he tried, the sword didn't seem to move.

Come to think of it, too, human power simply can't shake it.

His hand was only grasping at the stone attached to the sword, and now he didn't even move the stone.

He also seemed to know that it was futile to do so, and his heart was not too depressed.

Looking up at the sky, his cloudy eyes suddenly brightened, and his voice was hoarse and he shouted, "There is, there is."

The blood was almost gone, but his face was red with madness, and he trembled with excitement.

"Lord Longteng, are you ...... here", a person suddenly came out of the darkness.

A middle-aged samurai with a scimitar in his hand.

Long Teng turned around, glanced at him, and said hoarsely: "Trigger, you are still here."

He stood opposite him respectfully, his face and clothes were all stained with blood, he looked at Long Teng for a long time before he lowered his head unwillingly, and said in frustration: "Lord Long Teng, we are defeated."

Long Teng's voice seemed to vomit out of his lungs, "Defeat, I won't be defeated, you come here."

He didn't know what he was going to do, but he saw Long Teng circling around a stone, and he walked over, bowed down and said, "Most of our forces have been suppressed, I don't know what else ......."

Long Teng suddenly stopped and said, "Okay, it's okay, you stand still, let's pull out this sword together now."

He looked at him in disbelief, then looked at the towering giant sword, and hesitated, "My lord, you said you wanted to pull out this sword?"

Long Teng exhaled deeply, his eyes bulging out due to overexcitement, and he walked closer, looking at the demon-like expression on his face, he couldn't help but step back.

Long Teng's voice was no longer human, and he whispered, "Do you know what kind of demon is pressed under this sword?"

When he heard his voice, he was already in a cold sweat, and when he looked at the distorted expression on his face, he was even more afraid.

"Lord Longteng, you ......".

Long Teng beckoned to him and said, "Come, you carry that side, I'll carry this side."

"How can this be done?"

Long Teng seemed to be much more awake at this time, he looked up at the dark void, and said in a ghostly voice: "Hey...... Then we can destroy it."

He didn't dare to believe Long Teng's words, and he didn't dare to get close to him anymore, and now Long Teng seemed to have become a ghost.

After Long Teng circled the giant sword for half a circle, he suddenly used force and hit the sword hard.

There was a fierce aura in his palm, which seemed to be extremely in line with the demonic temperament on this sword, and the wind around him suddenly raged.

"Whining" like a hundred ghosts running out of hell, the whole valley suddenly trembled, and then a strange howl of ghosts lingered.

Listening to it next to him, his mind was tingling, his stomach twitched, and he suddenly lowered his head and vomited.

After a palm, the greatsword remained unmoved.

Long Teng was unwilling to slash out several palms in a row, even if the blood in his palm still did not stop, no one knew why he couldn't get along with this historic giant sword, why he had to destroy it.

His internal strength was incomparably strong, although the sword did not move, the earth moved, and dozens of openings suddenly opened under his feet, and he could already feel the ground shaking while collapsing downward.

Somehow, Long Teng, who couldn't even stand still, actually used a monstrous force, he shouted wildly and ran towards the edge of the giant sword, and shouted: "Destroy."

With a "boom", a bolt of lightning slashed down in the sky, and Long Teng smashed it with the extremely fierce thunder and lightning regardless of it, "No one wants to stop me."

"Whew......", this loud sound did not seem to come from the sky, but from the giant sword itself.

Long Teng's body jumped up, and as soon as he touched the sword body, he suddenly "buzzed", which was even louder than the thunder just now.

Then the entire space seemed to distort, and Long Teng's body burst out of thin air, exploding like gunpowder from the inside out.

Standing in the distance, his heart pounding, and before he could see clearly, a blinding flash of light burst from the greatsword.

Destroying countless peach trees around it, the soil was charred and blackened as if it had been scorched by a huge mass of energy.

When the surroundings calmed down again, Sakano lay on the ground and cautiously raised his head and looked around.

Making sure there was no other movement around, he quickly ran forward, trying to see the scene as clearly as possible.

There were still only the towering giant sword and a few pieces of fabric scattered on the ground.

Long Teng's bones were long gone, not even a single blood stain remained, all of them were scorched clean by that mass of energy.

It's incredible, what kind of magic power is it, Wild Boy looked at the ancient divine sword carefully, and looked at it for a long time, because the sword body was really huge.

In the end, he didn't notice anything, he was just about to walk away, when he suddenly heard a "sizzle".

The sound was not loud, but it came from the sword body very clearly, and it came from the giant sword like a strange peak.

Turning around, and looking up again, his eyes instantly dilated, "No", there seems to be a crack at the edge of this sword now.

He raised his head and looked at the only crack, and suddenly he couldn't help but shudder in his heart, he actually found that there were blood bubbles in the crack on the sword's body.

Plop, plop......

This greatsword seems to have a human being, with life.

(End of chapter)