"That's it, is that the end of it?" As the figure disappeared and changed, the light of the sky Xiang Yu's gaze began to dissipate. The burning heart became more and more numb the more it beats, and the more the hard will fights, the more sour it becomes.

His body is like a castle of sand that collapses at the high tide at dusk, and no matter how hard he tries to hold on to the sand, the castle will eventually become a tidal wave and scatter the sand. It's too powerless, he's going to die. Although Xiang Yu of the Firmament Light didn't want to admit it, he really couldn't hold it anymore.

The devouring power based on the laws of nature is too powerful, and it is not something that the secret power "Tiangang" can resist, let alone a human being. Just like Ying Zheng said, it is too arrogant for him to confront the power of the candle dragon on his own.

The candle dragon is an elemental life beyond the scope of nature, and he is only a human being, no matter how strong his strength and will are, he cannot escape the laws of nature.

A physical life that can bleed to death even if it is wiped by a blade on its wrist, what qualifications does it have to fight against the candle dragon? When you think about it, human life is fragile. It seems that human beings dominate the world, but in fact, this little life cannot withstand flooding, cannot withstand fire, is subject to food and water, and cannot escape any iron will and immortal glory.

It's useless at all, he's going to be devoured and plundered by Yingzheng, and he's going to die completely...... Dead ——! The light of the sky Xiang Yu suddenly took a big breath, as if he had been awakened from a sinking sleep! Death—the sharp word pierced his brow like a knife, freezing all consciousness and sensation.

The prophecy echoed in his mind again, as deep as the inscription on a tombstone. "Yunjing calendar 1128 years, the second day of the first lunar month, Qin Chu Wujiang, Xiang Yu, died." It turned out that the prophecy was clearly written, and Providence had been drawing him to the final end in the dark. There is no deviation, it is now the second day of the first lunar month, and this place is the Qinchu Wujiang River, and he fell into the devouring of the chaotic light, leaving only the last moment of respite.

It turned out that he was really going to die, really going to die on this prophecy. Yes, speaking from the heart, Xiang Yu never believed that this prophecy could hold his life and death. From the very beginning when he heard Zhang Liang say this prophecy, he resisted violently in his heart. Although in the past 16 days, he has been confused, confused, and hesitant, but deep down he has always adhered to his beliefs, fearlessly made a firm choice, to fight, to chase.

However, fate led him to the end of the prophecy step by step, until this moment, death was imminent. It turns out that everything is determined by Providence, and it has been watching from the highest sky. And people can never escape. Not only him, his prophecies were written, but what about other people's prophecies?

Providence, all providence! Fate, it's all fate! "Ah!!h The light of the sky Xiang Yu roared desperately, not knowing whether it was the physical pain or the mental collapse first. He lifted his head vigorously to breathe another breath of pure air, but saw the dragon's pupils shining at the top, as bright and dazzling as if the providence was staring at him.

Providence was telling him—"It's time to accept your fate." "Really...... It's time to resign yourself to your fate...... I can't hold anything anymore, and there's no need to hold on anymore...... Anyway, this life has long been calculated by Providence. The light of the sky Xiang Yu finally exhaled, but he didn't let himself fall. His body finally violently dissipated into a cloud of wind and sand, but his stubborn will was once again condensed back to its original state.

But he was not reconciled! He was unwilling to die in the confinement of the chaotic light, he was unwilling to be swallowed by the candle dragon like this, and he was unwilling to become a part of the power of Yingzheng. He was unwilling to admit defeat to the will of God like this! "Ah!!h The Firmament Light Xiang Yu roared again, but this time his voice was resolute, he was roaring at Heaven's will.

However, above the highest place in the night sky, Ying Zheng felt that Xiang Yu was facing him, and sent out the last roar before death at his dragon pupils. But his gaze was ruthless, the dragon's bright pupils only looked down condescendingly, but the power of the candle dragon exploded at the limit, he must destroy Xiang Yu this time, while Liu Bang was still staring at the scene in distraction, he wanted to devour Xiang Yu as quickly as possible.

In fact, this is also a meaningful thing, Ying Zheng thought. After killing Xiang Yu, the strongest man in Qin Chu, with his own hands, who else in this country would dare to resist him? But will reality, or the fate of this moment, really travel so absolutely? At the end of that chaotic light, in the aftermath of the unyielding roar, Xiang Yu, the light of the sky, actually raised the Divine Wing Great Sword in his hand and pointed the tip of the sword directly on his left chest.

The white-gold glittering edge of that four-foot sword! At this moment, it is pointed directly at his sonorous beating heart! Xiang Yu, the light of the sky, he can't escape this catastrophe, and he can't fight the providence in the underworld, but he doesn't want to admit defeat, even if he dies, he is not willing to admit defeat to the will of heaven! He raised his head desperately, letting his long golden hair fly in the wind, and his eyes condensed with an unyielding afterglow as he looked up at the sky. His throat was shaking, his vocal cords were burning, and he roared to providence with the last of his life's strength.

"My life is up to me, not !! heaven" The moment the voice fell, the blade pierced the heart for a moment. The wind stopped howling, and the earth stopped looking. Blood! Bloody blood! Along the crack in the heart, along the edge of the blade, it keeps flowing out! Rush! Burst! The large wound on the wrist was like a spring hole that had leaked out, until the solemn white-gold armor was dyed a dazzling red, and it was still dripping to the ground.

And that sonorous and powerful heart! It is rapidly losing its temperature and vitality, and is constantly becoming stiff and cold, like a stone in the chest. Xiang Yu, the light of the sky, he completely pierced his chest and pierced his heart with the Divine Wing Greatsword - before being swallowed and annihilated by the light of chaos, before being pulled to the final death by Providence, he himself pierced himself with the sword, and he killed himself The moment the Divine Wing Greatsword passed through the heart, he did not hesitate in his heart.

After all, death has been pushed to the last line, and even if he doesn't, he will be swallowed up and annihilated by the light of chaos. If you go here, you will die, you can use the sword to cut your own life, and at least you can express his attitude to Yingzheng and Candle Dragon, to the providence in the dark. This is his choice, he would rather die than rebel against the will of heaven.

But when the sword really pierced the heart, the resolute body became weak, the hot blood gradually cooled, and all the will and faith went to death with the passage of life, he still remembered something in his sinking heart. In fact, fate is at a desperate end, and nothing matters. In the thirty-six years of this life, all the troubles, all the responsibilities, all the glory, all the affection, all went with the wind, just like his body that was annihilated by the light of chaos at this moment, all of them drifted away like a shadow of sand little by little.

But there was a thought that had been stored in the depths of his heart for a long time, and even if it was gone, it would still not be let go, until the moment of death, it still echoed in his mind with great heat and longing.