At the end of the falling snow, a lonely man was cross-legged on the sand, a strangely shaped sword beside him. The longsword has a sharp blade on one side, and seventeen serrations on the other. From a distance, it looks like a comb with a demonic aura.

Haiyun approached step by step, and the deep sea water had an end, and it could only be beyond her waist. Beneath the surface of the sea was a delicate gray sand like sand, and the whole sea was not as clear as she thought, but covered with a slight layer of blood red, like a blood-stained sea.

——

The Swift Swim state is over!

The fishtail took on a human form, and the clouds leaped from the surface of the sea and stood on the gray sand.

The cold wind blew her long ice-blue hair, her simple white short-sleeved top rolled in the wind, her black pupils shone rapidly, and she breathed a little bit of home.

In the heavy air, it seemed that the sky was about to fall from above.

gurgling –

gurgling –

The violent wind swept in, which Haiyun did not expect, and there was no change along the way. In the blink of an eye, black clouds overwhelmed the city, as if thousands of troops were coming.

The voice from hell revealed a terrifying pleasure, chattering and tugging at Haiyun's heart.

Whoosh –

A bright light swept in front of Haiyun's eyes, a powerful murderous aura rushed to his face, and the deafening sound of sword drawing resounded throughout the coast.

The calm waters began to stir violently, and in the endless expanse of slaughter, the swordsman sitting cross-legged on the beach did not know when he stood up.

The sky is full of long hair, like falling snow, and the demon sword in his hand is the source of powerful coercion. He walked towards Haiyun step by step, without the slightest anger in his empty eyes, but as emotionless as fulfilling his mission.

The elaborately decorated black robes, like following the breath of death born from the darkness, had skin fairer than sea clouds, without any blood.

It was as if the whole space had froze and time had stopped.

The glittering demon sword in his hand seemed to pounce on the enemy in front of him at any moment.

At this moment, it was the first time that Haiyun felt the real death, the oppressive force from the long-haired swordsman was not under Claude, life and death were in his hands, as long as he wanted, it seemed that the creatures in front of him would disappear with it.

Subconsciously raised the cold flower spear in his hand, and the spiritual power of the heart of the ocean also reached its peak.

Behind is the ocean, no matter how strong the enemy is, he will always be the dominant side, and now he is not what he used to be, and his strength is far better than before.

Haiyun took a deep breath and looked straight ahead, on the black frozen soil, the white-haired swordsman approached step by step. Under the black cloak, there must be a handsome face, approaching step by step, and there are no footprints on the gray delicate sand. Treading the snow without a trace, approaching like a ghost, with the breath of death—

"Who are you?"

Haiyun asked alertly.

“——”

The white-haired swordsman ignored it, and instead approached Haiyun step by step.

"Stop, take another step forward, and you are my enemy. ”

The twelve vein gates have been opened, the seven vessel vein gates of the Cold Flower Spear are ready, and the five source vein gates of the Ocean Heart have resonated with the twelve source vein gates in Haiyun's body.

The majestic soul power from the heart of the ocean is like ice beating on the calm sea, and the turbulent sea water is constantly stirring. In this way, he tried to make the white-haired swordsman stop and stop moving forward.

However, the white-haired swordsman unexpectedly continued to move forward, as if he did not hear Haiyun's voice.

The face was expressionless, and the spiritual power was not as strong as Haiyun's heart of the ocean, but gathered around his body and the body of the long sword. The thick murderous aura and sword intent converged on the demon sword, and this powerful force could be equal to the heart of the ocean, without falling behind.

Can't wait any longer!

——

In the blink of an eye, the Cold Flower Spear and the Heart of the Ocean simultaneously attacked the white-haired swordsman.

The Heart of the Ocean, the Cold Flower Spear, the Five-Layer Thunder Method, and the Sea Clan Royal Marksmanship, the perfect attack drew an arc, and the power from the sea behind him converged on the tip of the spear, and the beautiful flowers wrapped in amber bloomed.

The spear stabbed in—

- The Grim Reaper in front of him

At some point, the white-haired killer disappeared from his field of vision. Haiyun thought that he was fast enough to be proficient in the art of thunder, and apart from Claude, there were probably very few people who were faster than him.

But at this point, she was wrong.

The air seemed to freeze and time stopped.

Haiyun forgot to breathe in despair, and the howling cold wind blew through her long hair, and the ice-blue strands of hair fluttered in the air.

The white-haired swordsman behind him held the demon sword, and the blade of the demon sword was stained with the warm blood of Haiyun.

That's a speed that humans can never reach.

There was a constant wail in his ears, could it be that all the living beings in this world were killed by this white-haired swordsman?

In the moment just now, a sword light was blocking the attack of the cold flower spear, and the murderous aura of the demon sword skillfully dissolved his powerful spiritual power.

It could have been able to seal his throat with a sword, but he lost his accuracy because of the huge power of Haiyun's gun. The demon sword slashed lightly across Haiyun's face, and it was the throat in the next minute.

Blood dripped down the black frozen soil, and the clouds turned, and the darkness in their vision expanded. The thought of running away was no longer on her mind, and the presence of the white-haired swordsman could shatter that hope.

I obviously want to turn my eyes away, but I am unwilling to be killed like this, and I always feel that the next moment I look away is the end of my life.

He could leave without pain, but what about the promises made to Yatina and Claude?

Does death in the environment cause real death?

Haiyun couldn't think about this, she wasn't afraid of death, but she wasn't willing to leave like this, disappearing into the Phantom Thunder Tower, leaving before she could protect the person she had been waiting for, and the Sea Clan was still waiting for her to save-

The white-haired swordsman shook off the blood from the blade and didn't look back.

Whoosh –

Without making a sound, he disappeared in front of Haiyun.

Another sword—

Haiyun closed his eyes tightly and bit his lip, the Grim Reaper wanted to kill himself with a sword.

I thought I had great power, but in the end I was still so weak that I didn't even have a chance to fight on an equal footing with the white-haired swordsman.

Is this what happened to you?

Die here, on the edge of the sea of blood - die like a speck of dust, and together with the ancient warriors turn into a staircase of bones to light up this dark world?

The sword slashed down—

- I don't feel any pain in my body

Haiyun opened his eyes, this sword was so fast that he couldn't feel any pain when he died.

Looking at the endless sea of blood, the snow in the sky wrapped this gloomy ghost domain, who is the white-haired swordsman? It should be some kind of monster, it must not be a human, because it is impossible for a person to have such a fast speed.

With curiosity, Haiyun turned and looked in the direction of the mainland.

There was no blood of his own on the demon sword, and the white-haired swordsman stood not far from him with the demon sword in his hand, as if he had stopped attacking. His gaze was on Hai Yun's every move, as if he was observing an opponent he had never seen before.

With just one sword, the white-haired swordsman can kill himself.

Why wait?

Picking up a life, Haiyun didn't have time to feel lucky, looking around, the whole world was like a huge tomb, the white bone staircase led to the endless sea of blood, at the end of the sea of blood was the land of death, and it was the white-haired swordsman who guarded this field.

——

Millennial Grave Keeper

——

In the empty eyes, there is no human emotion, and in the eternal time and space, there is only the mission to protect oneself.

Haiyun adjusted his emotions, but he still had lingering fears about the inhuman strength of the swordsman.

"It seems that as long as he doesn't move forward, he won't attack. ”

Haiyun tried to take a step forward, and the killing intent dissipated on the demon sword in the white-haired swordsman's hand instantly gathered. As long as Haiyun insists on taking this step, it is death.

Haiyun broke out in a cold sweat, and had no choice but to take a few steps back.

First distanced himself from the white-haired swordsman, and Haiyun retreated dozens of steps. As expected, the white-haired swordsman's thick killing intent disappeared without a trace, looking like a sculpture from a distance, watching over the entire sea of blood.

——

In reality, Yatina sits on a black throne overdecorated with precious stones, gently shaking a goblet of fine red wine and admiring the dark realm of the coo-coo umbrella.

All she had to do was wait quietly.

The rosy lips were on the edge of the glass, and the white and tender hands lifted the wine glass and drank the little red wine in the glass.

It's a wine that Yatina has always been reluctant to drink, and only drinks a few glasses when she's happiest.

"Yes, the Dark Realm has arranged such an opponent for you-"

The coo umbrella swirled in the air, casting darkness over the clouds.

The empty glass was filled with another glass, and it was Yatina's fourth, and it seemed that she was going to drink until the sea clouds were over.

"Success or failure is up to you. ”

Yatina smiled.

"Only in the face of life and death can a person's maximum potential be brought out. Live like an animal, and those who stay are the strongest. If you can't even get past this level, let alone the other challenges—"

"There are always a few people who reach the top, and when they reach another peak, they find that there is never a real end in sight. ”

Yatina stretched, lying on the throne and holding her doll, admiring the black and white double star rings on the ring fingers of her hands.

"The opponents in the second dark realm are adjusted according to the strength of each person, and in the midst of despair and fear, the one that survives is constantly strengthened. Opponents in the Dark Realm are impossible to defeat, and they won't disappear until they summon their own thunder artifact—"

"Your Royal Highness Princess, I wonder what your thunder magic artifact will look like?"

Yatina was a little curious.

"The white-haired swordsman - the Dark Abyss——, is a great character, I want to think, what is his name?"

"Peace?"

"It seems like yes. Yatina patted the mid-week furry doll, smiling brightly, with an eerie black and white face, the corners of her eyes turned up exaggeratedly, "Peace, white-haired swordsman - the strongest existence of the five generals under Sephiroth." ”

"I didn't expect your opponent to be him......"

Yatina shook her head.

"Although the Dark Realm Illusion is strong, it also has an upper limit. The only ones I can imitate are the opponents I have seen and have an impression. Aside from that demon Sephiroth, this white-haired swordsman Ping An is the strongest existence. ”

"Not even Lord Orepo Fresnel can defeat him, he is the strongest swordsman I have ever seen in the world, there is no one. ”

"After Sephiroth disappeared, Ping An single-handedly blocked 10,000 people with a sword, and even if Orebo and the Six Nations Pillars fought together, it would be difficult to defeat him. This man is simply a god of war, and back then, I lost to him-"