"This must be the last world, get used to it. Sheel held back for a long time before he could say such a sentence. She saw Silver Dust smile, and laughed bitterly.

"I don't want to fall victim to the ruins (zero-dimensional strikes, utter silence). Silver Dust smiled and said, this may be the ugliest smile in his life, right?

"What are you thinking, are you so unconfident in yourself?" Shiel's voice couldn't help but rise, as a world consciousness, even if she had Zhang Mengmeng's memory, she still hadn't learned to deal with something as complicated as human feelings. Her feelings are deep and mechanical, and she simply thinks that as long as she is good to Silver Dust, she can solve all problems.

She is good to Silver Dust and has no purpose to speak of. For world consciousness, there is something in Hengsha that can really have a so-called purpose. The instinct of the world is to exist, and existence is the laws of matter and nature. To exist is to exist. Whether it is the existence of planets or galaxies, they exist, they have no purpose, no meaning, and no need for any civilization to give them any meaning. Thus the goodwill of the will of the world towards Silver Dust, or rather, love, exists as much as the world itself needs to exist, and Sheel has not thought of the purpose, nor will he ever think of any reason to impose on this feeling.

But it is this kind of unjustified love that attracts Shiel more and more like a drug, making her heartache because of the pain of Silver Dust, and satisfied by the glory of Silver Dust. She looked at the boundless pain emanating from the silver dust's ice-blue pupils, and her lake-green eyes were already full of tears. She boldly reached out and stroked the long silver hair that was soft and silky in the silver dust, wanting to say some words of comfort, but she didn't know what she should say.

A broad and powerful palm was gently placed on Yinchen's shoulder, and the heat emitted from the palm was like a soldering iron, and the hot silver dust trembled. The silver-haired boy turned his head and looked at the middle-aged man sitting next to him a little stupidly, opening his mouth to say something, but feeling that he couldn't say anything at all.

He really wanted to tell Zhao Guangyi the truth desperately, telling him that he was not his amazing son, but a useless garbage substitute who couldn't even do any martial arts, but the moment he saw Zhao Guangyi's dark blue eyes, he knew that he didn't say anything. Telling the truth will only increase the harm and pain. In that moment, Silver Dust finally understood what the truth Sheel had told her meant. Deeply understand what his body means by "Zhao Lingyun's". Whether he wants it or not, he is forced to live with Zhao Lingyun's share.

Needless to say, Yinchen also knew that just as Lin Qingyu was willing to sacrifice his body and integrate his soul into Lin Xuanchen's soul, Zhao Lingyun was also willing to do so. For them, if sacrifice can be exchanged for the continuation of a great civilization, they can give everything without hesitation.

Silver Dust finally put the chopsticks on the table, he didn't have any appetite, because his stomach had already burned a fighting flame. He stood up, silently glanced at the other three, and nodded.

Silence crushed overhead like a wheel, no one spoke, but everyone's heart was tightly bound together by the other three hearts. The four of them can be said to have nothing at this time, or they can be said to be rich and rival the country. As long as they have each other, then everything in the future can be opened up with a sword!

【Tongjinkan】

Xue Wuxian, who had been completely metallized, turned slowly and with difficulty, and through the blue-white sunlight that was somewhat slanting westward, he could clearly see the four people walking towards him from a distance. The two girls and the middle-aged man in the dark robe slowed down slightly, and fell behind, the kid wearing a silver swordsman robe and a hood covering his face quickened his pace, and walked straight towards Xue Wuxian without any intention of evading.

Xue Wuxian narrowed his red and yellow, without a trace of whiteness, and carefully looked at the little boy who only showed his chin. This kid doesn't have the slightest breath of a boxer, but his steps are firm and steady, not at all like some "ordinary people" who have lost their soul because of drugs and are willing to fall, but especially like the elite killer who came out of the Lingxiao Pavilion. No matter how slow Xue Wuxian was to react, he could smell a little danger from this strange scene at this time. Therefore, when he stood up, he did not politely move to the side as he usually met a master who asked him to challenge him, but took a step to the right, blocking the center of the gate.

"Who are you waiting for? His voice was full of the jerkyness of iron slag, sonorous and powerful.

"What's the matter, you don't know me anymore?" Xue Wuxian felt a tense when a low, hoarse, cold and indifferent voice came from below the silver-white capital.

In the palm of his hand holding the sword, beads of sweat like liquid metal came out of the honey, and the solidified hilt directly became another anti-slip measure. In his already chaotic and frenzied, inhuman heart, a strange feeling called fear arose. Xue Wuxian was not afraid of this person, but of his own state. He knew that he was no longer comparable to nine days ago, because that great and powerful energy had long since left him, and he didn't know where he was lurking in this world.

That great force should be God, he is the glorious god descendant, but this glory is meaningless, because after the cataclysm nine days ago, that god disappeared, or slumbered, leaving only humans to govern this devastated and strange world. Xue Wuxian couldn't find that god, and the slaves in Jianzhou didn't seem to allow anyone to call themselves "god speakers", and Xue Wuxian, as their loyal lackey, naturally didn't dare to disobey the will of his master. At this moment, he only has the swordsmanship of being the number one master in the world, and the power given by the Soul Slayer Round Steel, and he doesn't have any additional reliance. And the person in front of him, that is the person he can defeat with the power of God.

In the big battle nine days ago, his sword qi was able to move forward, relying on the huge and incomparably powerful force that suddenly came, otherwise he wouldn't even be able to launch the wind and snow. The unmixed round steel invaded his body, and actually wiped out the battle spirit and soul qi together, and before that divine power came, he only used the little bit of ice and snow breath remaining in his veins, which was only enough to launch a small scale of wind and snow.

Now he didn't even have the slightest bit of ice and snow energy, and the Soul Slayer Round Steel itself seemed to be restrained by the flames. In other words, at this time, he has lost the ice and snow energy that can compete with the flames of the person in front of him, and even if he is covered in swords, he may not be able to please him.

"You're still alive?" Xue Wuxian disguised his frightened tone as surprise.

"It's a resurrection. You were really wise and invincible in the world. Silver Dust's tone still exuded that somewhat childish, mischievous urgency.

Xue Wuxian opened his mouth, wanting to say something but swallowed it back. He was cheeky, and I inadvertently stepped aside, giving up the greatly expanded Tongshen Pavilion to Yinchen and his party.

"Under the age of 35, those who consider themselves to be armed can compete for the Young Master List. Childe came from afar, in the next should also be a little landlord, the company can enter the Tongshen Pavilion, first enjoy it on the flowing water seat, but also observe the competition of other masters, familiar with the rules of the venue, and then make plans. Childe is famous, and his ranking on this list will not be low in the future. The old man wishes his son prosperity in advance. ”

"But the problem is, I'm here to compete for the number one master in the world, not some young master. A few days ago, I heard people say that if you want to think of the world's number one master, you must first convince the current world's number one master, so I came all the way today and wanted you to be convinced. The sound of silver dust made the people around the Tongshen Hall look lively, and the pedestrians were suddenly attracted, many feet stopped, and many pairs of eyes stared at him, not for a moment. Then, a circle of onlookers gradually formed, and whispers scurried through the crowd like a faint electric current.

"Isn't it, a teenage doll actually dares to challenge the world's number one master?"

"I guess it's crazy to practice martial arts, right?"

"It may also be that after the catastrophe, my parents and relatives have died alone, and I am lonely, and I feel that it is useless to practice kung fu for a few years, and I want to ask for a way to die!"

"It's a pity! It's a pity to see that the little doll is also very symbolic!"

"Baby! Don't think about it, you're still young! It's better to be a companion to my family's non-erased characters, it's also a way out! These years have been ice disasters and snow disasters, and it is not easy for you to live so big, but you must cherish it!" In the crowd of onlookers, a bright and clear voice finally sounded, and Yinchen didn't need to look back to know that it was your gray-robed old businessman with gray hair. The old merchant's seemingly charitable tone was soaked with a kind of natural kindness, which made Silver Dust feel a little strange, he originally thought that under the sky ruled by evil gods. The good people have long since frozen to death under the snow, and the rest are villains.

The Silver God didn't look back at the old merchant, but just stood silently in the warm sunlight, waiting for Xue Wuji's reply.

Xue Wuxian didn't look at him, his chaotic red eyes swept indifferently over the crowd around him. His terrifying gaze made all the whispers in the crowd disappear.

When the surrounding pronunciations disappeared, Xue Wuxian nodded lightly, as if satisfied with the atmosphere of the scene, he took a step sideways, blocked the door of the Tongshen Pavilion again, pressed the hilt of the sword with his hand, and said awe-inspiringly:

"Since you are so anxious to die, then I will fulfill you here, and I don't have to go to the ring inside!"

After he finished speaking, he held the swallow mouth with his left hand, and then held the hilt of the sword in his hand, raised the long sword horizontally to his chest, and gestured to Silver Dust.

"Please!" he said, standing in front of the threshold of the temple.

The heavens have not descended, the evil gods have completely destroyed the heavens, and the meaning of the duel has disappeared.

Yincheng originally wanted to play a dragon and phoenix Chengxiang big water sleeve kung fu to show that he used a secret weapon, but he only raised his hand and gave up this idea, he is now a dignified god of law, and must have his own etiquette style.

"Please!" A small purple flame erupted from the palm of Silver Dust's palm, it was a flash of arcane light.

In the next second, a stream of silver light suddenly lit up from between Xue Wuji's hands that slowly drew his sword, the silver-white metal reflected the sun's rays, stabbing the surrounding crowd unable to open their eyes, his sword drawing action was so solemn and slow, full of a sense of chivalry-like sacredness. As he drew his sword, a silvery storm swirled in the space around him, and the snow did not feel a little cold, but rather like a cloud of debris from metalworking, which was a blizzard that he simulated with the Soul Slayer Round Steel.

His incomparably profound swordsmanship was produced in this blizzard, killing people invisibly.

"Take it! Treading Snow Traceless Sword!" Xue Wuxian took the initiative to attack, his figure turned into a ring-shaped storm along with his wind and snow, and countless silver snow flakes fell down, each of which was a sword he handed out.

At this time, the purpose was very clear, and at this time, Xue Wuxian's purpose was already very clear, and he was going to kill the silver-haired boy outside the Tongshen Pavilion in front of the crowd of onlookers, and let him die on the street.

In the face of this fierce snowstorm, there was nowhere to hide and could not parry, the silver god didn't even look at it as if he was blind, and the strange thing was that the fireball rushed straight towards Xu Wuji's position, making Xue Wuji, who had just handed out a set of sword skills, had to temporarily change his move and use the long sword in his hand to catch the dangerous red ball.

Rumble!

The bright red fireball shattered the silver-white blizzard and completely dispersed Xue Wuji's impending sword path. Amid the screams of the crowd of onlookers, the silver snow flakes melted in the heat of the explosion, not even the slightest hindrance. The proud broken sword in Xue Wuxian's hand instantly turned into a red light, and then that light softened and spilled on the ground, turning into a puddle of molten iron.

The circular storm dissipated in the flames, and Xue Wuxi's embarrassed figure appeared. The sword in his hand was only a piece of wooden hilt, and on the scabbard of the sword he held in his left hand, a layer of abnormal ghost weapon flashed with spiritual light, and it looked like it could be extinguished at any time. He stabilized his body with some trembling, threw away the discarded hilt of the grenade, turned his head and shouted at the inside of the Tongshen Pavilion: "Someone!

"Pass the sword!" The voice of the little yellow door sounded in the Tongshen Pavilion, and the eunuchs here had a higher and sharper voice than the eunuchs of Ying Tianfu.

Two little eunuchs who looked smaller than silver dust rushed out with a brass sheath sword, and the brass sheath of the sword was engraved with a big tiger head round carving, and the end was mighty. Xue Wuxian hurriedly took the sword, and impatiently drew the sword to take a look, only to see a dark red cold autumn light reflecting his completely metalized face, this was a sharp sword, not a broken sword.