The night is bright and the stars are thin, the breeze rustles the grass and trees on the ground, and the humid air carries a hint of coolness.

Rufeng Jianzun was alone and lonely leaning on a big tree, and the bonfire rang non-stop as the firewood burned, reflecting the rippleless cheeks like the well water of the Wind Jianzun.

Recalling the words of the Emperor Extreme Sword Lord before he died, he muttered.

"What I can change, and what I can't, are all fate......"

Rufeng Jianzun stared at the dancing bonfire, caught in eternal remembrance.

......

A long, long time ago, even longer than billions of years.

The Bladeless Continent does not exist yet, the fourteen sword masters have not yet been born, and he is still a sixteen or seventeen-year-old boy.

It's a colonial planet with no name, and it's only existed to keep prisoners.

In the dark, damp dungeon, dimly lit, a young man covered in rusty chains, dressed in ragged clothes, with a disheveled appearance, seemed to have been a prisoner for a long time.

More than a dozen ugly-looking scavengers gathered around and chewed on the corpses of their young inmates, making a creaking sound, causing a large swarm of flies to frantically surround the corpse and make a noisy buzz.

The boy looked at the red spots growing on his arms, the blood blisters on the red spots were about to crack and fester, and he knew that he was not far from death, because the corpses were not disposed of in time and burned, and a plague was spreading in the dungeon.

Not only did the plague and putrid stench spread through the dungeon, but with it came a piercing fear and a constant wail.

On the other side of the cage where the boy was held, a young girl of her age, looking at him with longing like a dead man.

The girl's body was covered in red spots and blood blisters, and the plague had swept through her body, turning her into a living dead.

The next one is myself.

The boy thought so.

With an earth-shattering bang, the whole earth trembled.

All the living dead in the cage felt the movement, dragging their mutilated bodies to the iron rods, as if the movement had given them some kind of hope.

Teenagers are also one of them.

A large hole was broken in the ceiling of the dungeon, revealing a clear clear sky and countless beautiful stars.

Because of years of living in darkness, this sudden and intense light will blind people's eyes!

All the living dead in the cage stretched out their hands to shield their eyes, not daring to face the light.

But only one person didn't look away.

A scorching pain filled the boy's eyes, but he still didn't look away, the scene was imprinted in his bones, in the depths of his soul.

Until hundreds of millions of years later, it can still be recalled clearly, and it will not be left behind.

In the infinitely violent beam, there stood a huge and burly man, his muscular body was like an iron tower, as if the sky had collapsed, and he could resist it with both hands.

Man...... Standing in the ...... on the earth.

It wasn't until a long, long time later that the boy finally learned his name, the liberator, the hero of the resistance, and the people called him the Great.

......

Rufeng Jianzun in front of the bonfire had a look of embarrassment on his face, even he didn't know why he didn't look away at the beginning, was it the arrangement of fate?

The man was fifty meters tall, and according to those people, he was one of the few giants who survived the catastrophe of the Fall of the Titans, and he bore the hope of all the suffering people of the universe, and had been deified by the people, erected countless statues, and worshipped in awe.

If the face of the Wind Sword Venerable is withered, how can a man be a god? Just like the Great Emperor, there is also a day when he will die.

Just as the Wind Sword Venerable sighed, a faceless man with no facial features sat opposite the bonfire, sitting opposite the Wind Sword Venerable.

"Foolish ......"

"Foolish ......"

"Foolish loyalty. ”

The Faceling spoke three times in a row, the corners of his mouth curling into a sneer, mocking the Wind Sword Venerable.

Rufeng Sword Venerable knew that it was the Sword Master of Senluo who was controlling this faceling.

The coolness in the air was a little more intense, and a strong wind blew by, and the flames on the bonfire were about to be blown out, swaying like a candle in the wind.

"Can I interpret this as a final negotiation?"

Rufeng Sword Venerable said calmly.

"Negotiation? Of course not, you and I both know each other's consciousness, and I just came to ridicule you. ”

The Facelings let out a grotesque giggle and laugh, and only the face of the mouth looked terrifying and hideous.

Rufeng Jianzun's eyes narrowed, as if he had been poked in the sore spot.

"I have to say, you are more loyal than a dog, it makes me laugh and at the same time I think you are pathetic, and you write your story into a book and sell it, it is definitely a bestseller, I can imagine the stunned expressions of those untouchables, how stupid would it be for such a person to do such a thing?"

Indeed, as the Faceling had just said, he had simply come to mock Rufeng Sword Venerable.

"You don't understand ......"

Rufeng Jianzun whispered.

"Giggle......

The Facelings let out a grotesque laugh, as piercing as grinding their teeth.

"The one who doesn't understand is you, don't you understand? No one remembers the past, that period of history has long been erased, only we old guys know that billions of years have passed, the galaxy has changed, the universe has been reborn, only you, only you have not come out of the trauma of the war, only you are still alive in the past. ”

The Facelings scoffed.

"You have killed thirteen sword masters, even your lover, you are crazy! Wake up, we are the tragic product of the previous era, and we should decay and die in this Bladeless Continent, and in the new era, there is no place for us!"

The Faceling said in a solemn tone.

Rufeng Sword Venerable chuckled lightly twice, and then his smile gradually turned crazy, as if mocking the Faceling.

"In the end, isn't it a negotiation? You already know you're going to die, and nothing can stop me, do you?"

Rufeng Sword Venerable laughed wildly.

The Faceling's lips pursed, and he didn't say a word.

"The people have forgotten the trauma of the past, but I will not forget, that sword is the will of the Emperor, and I will fulfill the Emperor's last wish and let it see the light of day. ”

Rufeng Sword Zun said solemnly.

"Foolish ......"

The Facelings scoffed.

"After the negotiations, we will meet again soon, and I hope you can still play one ten-thousandth of the strength of the year. ”

Rufeng Sword Venerable said calmly.

Click!

Rufeng Jianzun pulled out the sword at his waist and cut off the head of the faceling, the cut on his neck like a fountain of blood flowing like a pillar.

Under the reflection of the surging blood plasma, a glimmer of morning light appeared in the distant sky, and the sky was dawning.

Behind Rufeng Sword Venerable, a flood of steel composed of hundreds of warships rolled in from the sky.