Su Junyan pressed the knife on his side, and his mood was already extremely calm. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

He remembered a lot of things.

Many years ago, on a rainy afternoon, my father killed my mother.

The rain kept falling, and that rain had been in his life for a long, long time.

Until now, it hasn't stopped.

He thought of Su Mubai's martial arts again, his sword.

At the beginning of the New World, Su Mubai also used the knife in his hand to cut out the endless blood rain that was in his life.

That man actually regarded that rain, Su Junyan's eternal nightmare, as his strongest martial art.

Su Junyan only felt extremely painful and hateful at that time.

Until now, it has not retreated at all.

But now, he thinks more about it.

Su Mubai's knife, the knife realm of that knife, the meaning contained in it is probably ruthlessness.

Sharpen your sword intent by killing someone closest to you.

Should such an act be called peerless, or cold-blooded?

Su Junyan didn't know.

All he knew was that he seemed to have learned something from it.

Although it was said in this way, it inevitably made Su Junyan feel hopeless.

Once again, he was inevitably influenced by Su Mubai.

It was as if the sound of the river of fate was rumbling in my ears again.

But he couldn't help it.

Besieged on all sides, the road is at the end of the road.

He subconsciously immersed himself in the influence that Su Mubai brought him.

At this time, he had to sadly admit that there was indeed an inseparable relationship between him and Su Mubai.

His body was bleeding from him.

But that's all there is to it.

As long as you can help him and help him break through tonight's events, then, even if it is so, what does it matter?

Such a thought, in Su Junyan's mind, was only for a moment, and he was more about his sword path.

It is also the key to whether he can break through tonight and whether his army can be saved.

Su Junyan, he has never been a qualified commander.

What kind of art of war and tactics, strategy and march, in fact, he doesn't know very much.

He went all the way, relying on just four words, to break through the skill.

However, he himself has the world's top force.

Now, it's time for him to use that kind of force again.

Su Junyan's knife path, starting from the demon king Caesar's Shura blood killing, started with murder, sharpened in countless blood, and then tempered by the world, in the central royal city that night, he realized that he must hit a knife, and the knife path has reached the extreme.

Later, he trained in the Northland, and gradually gained the power to breathe with heaven and earth.

In the battle of Tiebi Pass, he used this power to the extreme, and used the power of the north wind tundra to destroy the iron wall that would not be broken for a hundred years.

And now, he's in the Central Great Plains.

The sound of fighting shook the sky, and the end of the road has come.

The knife in his hand, which was extremely calm, seemed to be the time to go further.

If you don't advance, you can only retreat into the abyss.

So where is Su Junyan's sword path, where is his ultimate sword realm?

Su Mubai may have stepped into the realm of mankind with such a mood back then, and then lived in that place called Tongmu City for many years, marrying a woman, having children, and living a trivial life, as if he had to have such a peaceful and boring past for the rest of his life.

Finally, on that rainy afternoon, he cut it all off with one sword.

In the end, after eighteen years, he realized two words, ruthless.

What about Su Junyan?

What did he realize?

He held the orange in his palm and looked at the sun directly opposite.

But his gaze had already passed through the sun and looked farther away.

Is it the killing in the shadows?

Or those hugging each other in the snow to keep warm?

Or is it the wanton destruction of cities and villages?

Su Junyan closed his eyes.

Love.

Ruthless.

Suffering.

Warm.

Licentious.

Hovering low.

Dejected.

What exactly?

Su Junyan, he seemed to be walking in the dark, and he couldn't see where the front was.

Stumble along.

Where do we go from here?

Su Junyan's hand holding the knife tightened a little tighter, where is the end of this road?

Olivia......

Olivia......

Tell me a little bit of news, tell me, how to go on this road, so that I can finally come to you.

Olivia.

Yes, it's Olivia.

This goes to the Central Castle for hundreds of thousands of yards.

From the Northland to the Central Continent, hundreds of thousands of nautical miles.

Su Junyan came here.

His wish.

He remembered the last battle before the Iron Wall, and he fought against the wishes of the people of Howard's entire Central Empire with his own wishes.

That's his sword realm.

It was the sword realm that had never appeared in Su Junyan's life, and it was something he had been striving for all the way.

His hand holding the knife suddenly loosened, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Seeing such a scene, the sun was a little overwhelmed, and he had no idea why Su Junyan suddenly laughed.

Is it a collapse after utter despair?

Resigned to your fate?

He couldn't understand, couldn't understand that smile.

Because he's not a real person yet.

If there is a real person next to him right now, they will tell him that this smile is called hope.

Hope, yes, hope.

Su Junyan, isn't everything you do for a good hope?

After those iron-blooded, gloomy, injuries.

Su Junyan finally found his final sword intent.

After stumbling in the dark and not knowing what to do, he finally found his final destination.

It was a door, a door in absolute darkness, and when this door was pushed open, it was what Su Junyan was looking for.

Wish.

He put his hand on the door.

His hand began to prepare to draw the knife.

His eyes were still closed.

In the dark.

The door was slowly pushed open.

The knife was slowly pulled out.

Right here and now.

The glass cover that sealed Su Junyan actually began to tremble slightly.

It is not a tremor that is broken by force, but a tremor that is as natural as falling flowers and flowing water, and the spring breeze thawing.

It's like, autumn is here, and the leaves are about to fall.

The glass cover, like those leaves, began to tremble.

This knife is not violent, not low, not gloomy.

Su Junyan just closed his eyes, and in the dark, pushed open the door.

In a flash.

In the dark night sky, a huge door actually loomed, and this door was opening with Su Junyan's knife slowly pulling out.

There was a faint light coming out from behind the door.

What's in the light?

Is it that girl's gentle sleeping face?

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