With this chapter only, I commemorate a friend who left me the day before yesterday, may my dear friend Heaven not be lonely, life will always have an end, and bless you who are far away from this noisy world.

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"Ice Lotus Sword ......" Mei Xue repeated this name, this is a name that even the ghost dean is full of, a legend, a story.

I don't know if it's an illusion, Mei Xue read something in a trance when she looked at the figure standing proudly on top of the ice lotus.

It was a kind of loneliness, a loneliness that no one could understand, and no one needed to understand.

"......" A hint of surprise flashed in the pupils of Xuanyuan Wen Ming, who was dominated by the Ice Lotus Sword Intent, and stared at the thoughtful Mei Xue.

There is no need for words, sometimes the opportunity is just that kind of look, a stagger.

Hexagonal-shaped snowflakes fell from the sky without warning, and before Mei Xue even had time to notice what was happening, her consciousness was completely swept up in the cold snowflakes.

"Boom!" The waves crash on the shore, splashing the sky, and the cold sea breeze blowing on the cold seaside in winter makes the beach constantly change.

There are snowflakes falling in the sky, which are not suitable for the western seas, and the snowflakes should not be on this beach.

Within a radius of 100 miles, within a thousand miles, no noise can be heard.

The sound of a fox sneaking through a hole, the sound of a squirrel chasing and struggling in a tree, the sound of a wild boar humming and digging in the earth.

The sound of humans farming, coming home, and greeting.

Even the sound of insects flapping their wings, which is ubiquitous and does not completely disappear even in winter, has disappeared without a trace.

Here, only the sound of waves in the same color as the sea and the sky remains, again and again, again and again, and the eternal remains unchanged.

Even if all living beings were to become extinct and disappear, I am afraid that this voice would continue to repeat itself.

In this lonely world, there is only one person, a person wearing a thin robe, with a transparent ice sword inserted by his side, lonely watching the sea on the reef by the sea.

No living creature could get close to where he was, because the cold air was constantly spreading from his body, and the surrounding sea area of hundreds of meters had turned into thick ice, and the seemingly endless cold aura was still spreading in all directions.

All living beings, even the lowest insects, have sensed this terrifying power from their survival instincts, so those who can escape have long since escaped.

Those who failed to escape completely became part of this Ice Death Domain, quietly stopping the flow of blood.

In the end, only the boundless sea was still moving according to the tide as always, as if comforting this sword cultivator whose life was gradually coming to an end.

He was no longer able to draw his sword.

This sword has accompanied him all his life, from becoming famous at a young age, to challenging the genius of the world, and by the time he defeated almost all the opponents he could defeat, this sword has resounded with his name in the seas and mountains.

He is known as the youngest head of the first sword cultivation family in the history of the Zhuhai Mountains family, and he is also the most talented sword cultivator since the Supreme Heavenly Sword Ancestor.

His sword can freeze all things and make the heavens, earth and the sky tremble.

As soon as his Ice Lotus Sword Intent came out, even on a hot summer day, goose feathers and heavy snow would fall in an instant, turning the heavens and the earth into pure white.

Spotless snow white, meticulously white, that is his sword, his way.

His sword must be perfect and flawless, because only such a sword can bring such pure whiteness, such pure and beautiful sword intent.

The Ice Lotus Sword Song is the perfect embodiment of such a sword intent.

The pure, flawless, cold and pure ice lotus is a portrayal of his own swordsmanship.

Therefore, he is lonely, because the Ice Lotus Sword Song is not allowed to be insulted, nor is it allowed to be mixed with private thoughts.

Such a pure sword was originally the most qualified sword for enlightenment, and the earth immortal was not far away for him, and even the ultimate goal of shattering the void was not really out of reach.

He could see the end of that path, and he was even approaching the threshold of the Earth Immortals.

As long as he is given a little time and a little more background, he can become another earth immortal of the Xuanyuan family after the ancestor.

It's a pity that he doesn't have such time and opportunity.

Because, today, he is going to die.

There is no room for salvation, and even if Shennong is reincarnated, he will not be able to cure his incurable disease.

The curse that invaded the marrow, even penetrated into the soul, devoured all his life, and there was no way to dispel it.

Since seven days ago, he has been unable to draw his sword, so he can only sit here and wait for the final moment to come.

The Ice Lotus Sword, which was originally pure and flawless, was losing its color little by little.

This sword was born for him, and it died with him, just like the leaves on a tree, and when his tree lost its vitality, this beautiful leaf withered away.

This thousand-mile death domain was the precursor to the arrival of death, proof that the sword qi in his body was uncontrollable.

Unable to avoid it, not even qualified to close his eyes, this curse is coming to an end with him.

The curse based on his life force will die with him.

"Boom!" A large wave shattered at the edge of the ice field and turned into billions of droplets, one of which landed on his face.

This scenario would have been impossible seven days ago.

With the addition of ice lotus, all things are inviolable, spotless, and insulated from all the impurities of all things in the world.

will be splashed by water droplets, which means that his talisman sword qi has also been eroded, completely dissipated, and no longer exists.

But in his eyes, there was no fear of impending death, and even at this moment, his eyes were more focused and purer than usual.

He, what did he see at this time?

Mei Xue, who watched this scene, was full of doubts, he could feel the sadness of this world, but he couldn't feel even the slightest bit of frustration from this person.

Death, after all, came in an unstoppable way.

"Ding!" At first, there was just an inaudible sound, and an extremely small gap appeared on the Ice Lotus Sword inserted into the ground.

Then, the second and third gaps began to appear, and these gaps began to split and destroy the pure and immaculate Ice Lotus Sword.

In just a few breaths, this world-shattering Natal Immortal Sword, which was no less than that of a peerless divine soldier, was already devastated, making people unbearable to look at it directly.

The sword intent of the Ice Lotus Sword represents a kind of perfection that cannot be defiled, spotless whiteness.

Such a dilapidated appearance is the last time of this peerless fairy sword, a memory of death that has never been seen by anyone.

In the continuous sound of the sword, the entire Ice Lotus Sword was finally left with an illusory shadow, and the body was completely shattered and ceased to exist.

Even this illusory sword shadow is becoming weaker, and the Ice Lotus Sword, which used to make mountains and rivers stand still, is now even crumbling with a gust of wind.

The final moment has arrived, and Mei Xue, who saw this scene, knows better than anyone that a legend is about to end.

This is a scene that has been wiped out in the history of the seas and mountains, the last scene of the peerless sword cultivation in the mouth of the ghost dean.

How will he meet the inevitable death?

Is it to die quietly and quietly like this, or to make a vigorous sword before dying, so that the heavens and the earth will leave eternal sword marks?

Mei Xue didn't know the answer, so when he saw that smile, he was stunned for a while.

"Ice Lotus...... ......At the last moment of his life, the peerless swordsman leisurely stood up from the reef where he had been sitting for seven days and seven nights.

At this moment, the curse that had been devouring his life seemed to disappear, and the breath of death from everything in the world also disappeared.

Between heaven and earth, only the lonely figure as snow remained, and the hand that held the last trace of the sword shadow of the Ice Lotus Sword.

This hand, because the disease took away all the vitality, looked extremely pale, but when this hand held the Ice Lotus Sword Sword Shadow, that peerless sword cultivator returned to the world.

That was the last bloom of the light of life, and it was the last sword in the life of this peerless sword cultivator.

With this sword, he didn't choose to freeze everything, even if it was easy for him.

With this sword, he didn't choose to break through the sky with a sword, although it could make the wind and clouds change color, and the world knew it.

His last sword was a flower.

A silvery-white, extremely cold and extremely beautiful flower.

The clear and transparent petals unfold layer by layer, and they are a hundred miles wide.

Where the petals are covered, everything is dyed silver-white, and where the center of the flower is located, there are ice lotus swords one after another, and its owner, lonely but not alone.

Because this loneliness is what he chooses, and it is the way he carries out.

This flower, the seas and mountains do not have its name.

Because this is not a flower that should appear in the world, this is a peerless sword intent inheritance, and this is a unique flower in this world.

"Ice Lotus...... It's a beautiful ...... world."

"Hello...... World ......"

Like a newborn baby, like a child who doesn't know the world, the head of the Xuanyuan family, who has finished his short and gorgeous life, smiled and smiled carefree.

His life has not been wasted.

He did everything he wanted to do, he did everything he had to do.

Even if death comes now, he can puff up his chest and say goodbye to the beautiful world that gave birth to him.

That last smile is the relief he gave up everything and finished his life.

He has no regrets, and he never regrets his life.

When the sun fell, this unique flower in the world turned into countless pieces like foam, and went to another world with its owner.

In that world, maybe he won't be so lonely, maybe there will be a different life, maybe everything can be done again.

So, no regrets, no sorrows, this is his journey.

Life and death are not opposites, he just reached his end early, that's all.

"Take it." Like a whisper falling in the wind, when Mei Xue heard this sound, the bright sun fell with the snowflakes.

It was the last sword of the swordsman named Xuanyuan Luoxue, and it was also the last ice lotus, a gift for those who came after him.