"Should I say touched, or disgusting?"

Beneath the tower, in the middle of the deserted city.

A man slowly stood still.

He looked at Trist on the tower, his eyes closed.

It's Chen Senran.

He's coming.

He's finally here.

"You're finally here." Trist didn't answer his words, but, looking at him, said lightly.

This moment.

This afternoon.

On the eve of the destruction of this world.

The two strongest people of this era, finally.

Split face to face.

There was a moment of silence.

Then, there is the infinitely long maneuver.

Rise.

"Actually, we don't have to fight to the death, we can join forces, as I said before, as long as we join forces, the entire universe is at our fingertips." Trist said suddenly.

"Sounds good, very tempting." Chen Senran nodded, he still stood under the tower, letting the weathered sand brush his body.

"But......" he said, after a pause.

"You've killed a lot of my friends."

"Does it matter?" Trist's expression is very indifferent, "compared to the conquest of the whole universe." ”

"You just killed your own wife." Chen Senran was still unhurried.

"No, I didn't, strictly speaking, I just, with her forever." When Trist said this, he became stern and serious.

But there was no sadness, and no sorrow.

"Do you really love her?" Chen Senran shook his head.

"Looks like you refused?" Trist also shook his head, "I express my regret that you would refuse such an incomparably beautiful mention in order to, some ...... Insignificant things. ”

"Is it insignificant?" Chen Senran still shook his head.

"So......"

"People like you......"

"It's really ......"

"Damn it, damn !!"

The last dead word exits. Chen Senran had already stepped on that tower.

He clenched his fists.

A punch that slammed straight into Trist's cheek.

It was a thunderous punch.

Also, a punch full of anger.

This punch breaks the painting, enters the painting, and comes out of the painting.

This punch.

Ruthlessly. It slammed into Trist's smiling face without accident.

Trist was smashed directly into the Void Turbulence from his own plane, and was blasted out of the Void Turbulence by the follow-up force of this punch.

Gliding far, far in the air.

Smashed countless airs, and there was space.

"This punch, I fought for my dead friend." Chen Senran looked at him sideways and said slowly.

"Not bad." Trist just nodded, though he was smashed into the Void from his native plane, and blasted back from the Void.

But there was only a slight wolf bèi on his face, and there were no other big scars and injuries.

"This punch ......" Chen Senran raised a second punch.

This punch.

Still incredibly fast.

Almost when this sentence came out of Chen Senran's mouth.

The fist had already smashed into Trist's face.

Trist, no block.

Again. Smashed into the void, smashed out of the void again.

"I fought for Evelyn, I really feel sorry for her, I saw the wrong person." It was only at this time that Chen Sen finished his words completely.

"Yes." Trist nodded again, still fine.

"This punch ......"

"Boom-"

"Torah—"

This punch Chen Senran went directly all the way to the pure void.

With a cannonball-like terrifying momentum, it smashed on the bridge of Triste's nose.

"Boom-"

"Boom-"

"Boom-"

Trist was smashed back three times in a row without any leeway.

Between the Void and the Surface. Shuttled three times.

"I fought for Graves, and it's a pity that he made the wrong friend." Chen Senran's tone became more and more aggressive.

He raised his hand again.

The fourth punch is out.

But this punch.

"This punch ......"

"Boom-"

By Trist. Firmly, I caught it.

Or rather.

It was caught by the sudden appearance of those around him and the terrifying king of the world, Lalivash.

Steady, catch.

Trist stood in the midst of those gods and demons flying in the sky, and said slowly: "Almost, I let you punch you three times, just to thank you for taking care of Eve for me all these years." It doesn't mean anything else, don't get me wrong, think ......"

"I ......"

As he uttered the word, the creatures behind him suddenly danced.

"Unbearable ......"

When the two words fell, Lalivash, the king of the world under him, opened his mouth like the eye of the void.

"One Hit !!"

One hit.

It's a real hit.

Terrible blow.

Unites all the Rites behind Trist.

Fearless. Fear, lust, pride, pain, love.

And Lalivash under his seat.

It is full of the power of the void that has been brewing for countless years.

A blow that is enough to destroy the world.

"Hum—"

Almost, just no sound.

The whole picture seems to have been cut off by a sharp knife.

Forced, it was cut off from the original plane.

Then, there was a thousand pains, added to Chen Senran, a person.

This is, Senro Hell.

It is also, the source of endless suffering.

Thousands of extreme feelings were mixed with the power of the rich void, enveloping Chen Senran entirely.

Cycle.

It's like a furnace.

Refining, Chen Senran.

And Chen Senran.

Just don't move, close your eyes, and meditate.

And finally, in the midst of thousands of things.

A sword to kill!!

"Tear and pull—" is like cutting through a picture scroll.

With a single sword, Chen Senran slashed through the Endless Void and the Thousands of Extreme Dao Feelings.

There are thousands of ways in the world, only fast is not broken.

When the sword is almost to a certain extent, the world is a qiē, but it is just a thin painting.

No matter how strong the wind is, I will only break it with one sword.

Chen Senran returned to the world and stood in front of Trist.

The whole picture began to flow again, with wind and sand and the sound of wind.

It's as if everything before is just illusory.

But in fact, it is not illusory.

It's just that after a certain degree of strength, any qiē can be illusory.

"Not bad." Trist nodded, the gods and demons around him, and the king of the world under him had converged.

"You're really strong." He added, "Strong, it makes me wonder if I have miscalculated my fate." ”

Chen Senran was still silent.

His swift sword had gathered and dissipated.

At this moment, he is the sword.

The sword is him.

He has truly reached the highest peak of the Infinite Path.

Even if Master Yi came here at this moment, he might not be able to be stronger than him.

"But......" Trist paused for a moment, and he laughed, "actually, you know what, I don't believe in fate. ”

I don't believe in fate.

He started drawing cards again.

This is, the fifth day.

Afternoon.

It's almost dusk.

This is.

God's twilight. (To be continued......)

PS: The ending is close at hand.