The thunder was rolling, the vast wilderness was shining with the blood of the setting sun, and the strange electric light spread from this side of the sky, and then rushed to the sky. The sound of the hunting wind www.biquge.info the pen and the fun pavilion swept up the gloom and solemnity of the entire grassland, and the birds occasionally flew by, leaving behind a desolate feather.

He walked like this, step by step, unusually calmly. The fingers of his left hand are hanging a sword very freely, the upside-down sword is not unsheathed, and his left hand is spinning, which looks very leisurely! The red beads on the hilt radiated with dazzling brilliance. The corners of his mouth with a smile and Lingxiu's eyes stared into the distance, as if with deep pity. At the end of the ancient road, there is an ancient city with a side stop.

He stopped, and a hundred feet away was the target, the target that was about to disappear. From a distance, the ancient city is covered by a yellow canopy. In the yellow light, on the city wall, the floating sword light was faintly visible, and the colorful qi rose and jumped in his cold eyes. As soon as his left hand opened, the sword in his hand spiritually floated up, rose to the height of his shoulder and stopped. But he pointed the hilt of his sword at the quaint plaque on the city gate--- damnation. Suddenly, a deafening thunderclap piled over.

On the wall of the ancient city, a sword light suddenly soared, and with a fierce sound of breaking the sky, a huge sword blade shot straight at him, and the brilliance turned brightly, as urgent as a star.

He was still bathed in calm, motionless. In front of him, a glowing blue air shield appeared, and the clearly visible blue air flow flowed rapidly around the air cover. The hundreds of immortal swords swarmed up like moths to a flame, surrounding the air cover densely and tightly. Immediately after a burst of bright light, it flashed violently, and the air hood shattered unexpectedly. The group of immortal swords squeezed together after breaking through the air cover, and a few of the weaker ones suddenly turned into iron powder, and the others were also scattered. There was silence on the walls at first, and then there was a cheerful cry. Suddenly, there was silence on the city wall again, and the heavens and the earth seemed to fall silent in an instant, and the roaring wind was gone, only the faint thunder roamed the sky. Someone shouted impatiently, and suddenly a purple color flashed, and no one dared to make noise anymore. Everyone looked at the west, and most of them looked at it silently, without saying a word.

One hundred and eleven feet outside the ancient city, he put his hands behind his back and looked up at the sky. The eyes are deep and melancholy, green and ethereal, a few wisps of melancholy clouds float in the air, a piece of green rainbow is across a piece of the sky, and the blue rainbow is set but the boundaries are clear. Exceptionally clear and dreamy.

"It's finally here", a sneer tugged at the corner of his mouth, and his supernatural pupils emitted a gentle and slightly confused divine light. In the east, south and north, a golden light was faintly visible across the sky like a rainbow, and the fluctuating qi fell straight into the sky. But in the end, it fell into the ancient city.

He lowered his head, sniffed the bright flower in his hand, raised his head again and closed his eyes. He took a deep breath of enjoyment, his eyes showed a faint sadness, and he murmured, "From now on, it will no longer be me." After finishing speaking, he closed his eyes tightly, his brows furrowed, and under the shroud of the lilac airflow, two lines of tears slowly flowed out.

Cyclamen from all over the world seem to have gathered in this sacred place of the Immortal Dao, Heavenly Damnation. It seems that it is just for this young man, but no one laughs out, because in front of the three sects of Confucianism, Taoism and Buddhism, no one dares to make fun of him.

The group of heroes only felt that this dull atmosphere was very depressing, and they couldn't breathe when they were depressed. But they still have to endure, people look at the west like a blood cloud, the young man who is as proud of the world as a demon god, and the lonely shadow drags out a long stretch on the ancient road. The blood-red clouds were rolling and boiling, but he closed his eyes and didn't know what he was doing. Is he scared? Will he go? Right? No one thinks so!

The two sides confronted each other silently, as if there was no end.

Suddenly, a blast suddenly spread in the silence, followed by a stunning round of purple lightning piercing the sky, he held the purple sword and pointed straight at the sky, and shouted angrily: "Come to battle." ”

A huge roar of lightning echoed behind him, as if it was about to tear through all obstacles, and a thrilling white light flashed behind him. The shadow of his loneliness was infinitely magnified, enveloping the entire city. His dark face was full of anger, and his eyes radiated a murderous aura that struck ahead. The strange figure condensed in the electric light, and the thunder was also hideous at that moment. He seemed to be carrying the momentum of the western clouds and walking forward step by step, there was nothing to resist, no one to be invincible...

"From now on, it's no longer me.".

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