"I am the king. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ”

In the middle of a rainy night.

For the first time, Lucifer had an extremely serious expression.

Because he felt that his position as king was being challenged.

If the blade of a mortal is enough to hurt the king's body.

Then the king's bottom line was touched.

The king can be kind, he can smile, he can be tolerant, he can be kind, he can even be forbearing.

But no one should be allowed to dare to climb his throne.

At this time, he will use the authority of the king to punish the bold mortal.

In his eyes, the emblem of the sun appeared.

Behind him, his door appeared.

It was a round, huge, sun.

When the sun rose, all the rain around it stopped, and the darkness receded.

The entire Central Intranet went from night to day.

And Lucifer stood in front of that round of the sun, with a majestic countenance.

He looked majestically at the mortal who dared to rush towards him with a blade raised.

Su Junyan.

His man, he to the knife.

It seems simple and weak, but it is absolutely dangerous.

He walked slowly in the sun, as if he would stop in the next moment, exhausted and intimidated by the majesty of the king.

But Su Junyan's knife is really too simple, not complicated at all.

It's so simple that it must be cut to Lucifer.

No matter the storm, no matter the scorching sun.

This insistence finally angered the king on the throne, and he stretched out a finger and pointed it at Su Junyan.

So all the sunlight gathered to his fingertips.

But instead of turning into the little fingertip fire before, it turned into a direct sun, directly like a judgment in the dark night, rushing towards the mortal who didn't know what to do.

There is an old saying in the Central Continent that the sun is fierce and everything is revealed.

Su Junyan was extremely fierce here, as if it might burn at any time, and it became delicate.

His face, his expression, the way he held the knife, his skin, his pores, the muscles he pulled with every breath.

And, his knife, all the components of a knife that is extremely simple.

Lucifer's light only directly used his powerful law that surpassed Su Junyan to analyze everything on his sword.

As long as he finds a flaw.

Then, no matter how simple Su Junyan's knife is, it will be easily evaporated into air by this ray of sunlight.

As a result, he became more cautious.

Even those eyes that were originally closed on the Chiyou knife shrank even more in the sun.

It's like being afraid that as long as you show a little bit of afterglow, you will be instantly evaporated by the sun.

The only thing that remains unchanged may be that Su Junyan, he, is still moving forward.

Step by step, this knife, not yet, the end of it!

Because this knife has not yet reached the end!

Su Junyan ...... "Looking at the mortal who was still walking towards him, the king spoke on the throne, "Do you know what the second regret of my life is?"

Of course, no one answered him this question.

Nobody knows.

No one was able to answer either.

Su Junyan was still walking forward.

Only Lucifer stood alone in the heavens, looking at the world.

He seemed a little lonely, and a little lonely.

Then he whispered, "Let there be light." ”

Let there be light.

These words were once uttered by the most legendary figure on the continent for nearly a hundred years.

It's that simple.

Because that person is also an incomparably simple person.

He said that if there is to be light, there must be light.

Nothing but light, darkness, retrograde blades, or indomitable will, can no longer exist.

In an instant, the blazing sunlight turned into the purest light, and all the light embraced Su Junyan, and all of a sudden, it seemed to be drowning.

At that moment, Su Junyan remembered his eyes when he first saw Heinrich, the King of Light.

He suddenly understood what Lucifer said about the second thing he regretted in his life.

Then he remembered something more, in the light that would purify everything.

He remembered his life in Tongmu City when he was a child, the loneliness of walking through the long street on a rainy day, and the autumn afternoon when the leaves fell.

Mother's hand, blurred smile, father sitting in the room with the sun on his back, wiping his beloved arc knife.

Then that afternoon, when everything was bloody, my father beheaded my mother with a knife.

Wandering, a pair of rough and cold hands, the master's rescue, teaching, hard knife practice, and the endless grassland in sight.

The master is dead, the central royal city, the senior brother, the magic power armament, the killing in the dark, the north wind tundra.

A fateful encounter.

The girl named Olivia.

Those moments of warming up together on the snowy fields.

The magic dragon, Uncle Shi, is another rainy night of killing.

Ominous people.

Everything, his whole life, is constantly being played back in this light that seems to wash everything, and it is forcibly stuffed into his mind.

That kind of mental pressure is enough to make most of the moments collapse.

But Su Junyan was used to it in that dream, and he looked at his life like a passerby.

It is constantly washed and squeezed.

But that's not enough, the light is not only washing his spirit, but also his body!

The light was too strong, even if Su Junyan used the flesh and blood of the demon dragon as the cornerstone and poured the blood of the ancestor's body, he couldn't resist the too strong force.

He felt a tingling pain all over his body.

Even with the knife in his hand, he seemed to feel the pain of his master.

In the bright light, there was a low wail.

Is it really going to work?

Is this the end of it?

The beloved girl is behind her, just waiting to be defeated, watching other men take her into the palace of marriage?

Since then, there will be no more those times when they hug, kiss, and live for a long, long time.

Unwilling!

The light is getting stronger and stronger, and the resistance is getting stronger and stronger.

It is a test, a grind.

In Su Junyan's life, the last tempering.

It bound everything, his suffering for more than 20 years, like a shackle to him.

A little bit, grind him into powder in this light.

With those stories, everything drifted away in the dust.

But......

But.

But!!!

No, no!!

Me!!

Me!!

"I!!" Su Junyan let out an extremely hoarse roar, his eye sockets seemed to erupt like a volcano, and its knife let out a final roar with him-

"I still have a lot of dreams!!!"

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The second more.

When the last sentence is written, there are all kinds of tastes.

After the blood of youth, there are still many voices roaring in the veins. (To be continued.) )