The corners of Chu Haotian's mouth twitched, but the sword in his hand did not stop, the spiritual power turned into wings, and two pairs of huge blood car wings appeared behind him, and the whole person flew high, like a blood-colored moth to a fire, and one person flew towards the Ten Thousand Dao Ice Sword alone!

He understood that this could only be done if he slashed that sword. Spiritual power wings, this is a means that can only be used to break through the spirit gathering realm!

At this time, the gray light of the Zhutian Sword in his middle bloomed the whole world, gray represents ruthlessness, represents dead silence, under this cold ice, countless ice swords surround and kill, and the sky is full of ice blades, like a little starlight in the dark stars piercing all this!

"Gloomy!" Chu Haotian roared, one after another as if from hell like evil ghosts were roaring, endless evil qi bloomed out of the sword, and one after another fierce and incomparable sword qi seemed to come from hellish ghost blades, gloomy and sharp!

In the end, the Ten Thousand Dao Ice Sword transformed into a sky of ice shattering and dissipating into the air, and a little streamer was swaying in the air, and at the same time, Chu Haotian finally grasped the sword, but when he first got the sword, a cold from the depths of the soul came out of the sword, and the soul was also frozen, and the vitality was also blocked!

The next moment, Chu Haotian felt that all the scenery in front of him was constantly changing, and the space, the ice and snow in the sky were all crumbling, as if the world was apocalypse!

"Help, help!"

"Who are you, why are you slaughtering my Chu Zhuang!"

"Protect the owner!"

"Madam, take Tian'er first, go quickly!"

"No, let's go with our family!"

The sounds of killing, the crying, the miserable, the chirping, all the voices are intertwined, the voices of desolation are screaming nowhere in everyone, leaving only despair!

The cruel men in black killed them one by one like demons, a sword fell, the head fell to the ground, and the blood left on the corpse stained a blood-colored world!

When Chu Haotian saw this scene, his eyes were dyed blood-red, and he frantically pulled out his sword to kill those black-clothed people, slashing out one sword after another, but it always passed directly without the slightest stagnation!

He is like a spectator in this world, he can only watch this happen and not stop it in the slightest!

He saw his father Chu Xiongfeng and his burly body blocking the deadly sword for himself, and saw the selfless fatherly love in his eyes before he died, until the end, the corners of his mouth still formed a strange shape, and the word was escape!

He saw his mother slain with a sword, and yet the eyes on his skull were still looking at his father and him!

Ahh

The sword was inserted on the ground, his hands held his head tightly, the whole person knelt on the ground, constantly hitting the ground with his head, his nails went deep into the skull, the blood had already been produced, his forehead was already bloody, and his blood even flowed to the sword!

Two lines of painful tears flowed slowly, tears washed his blood on his face like rain, and his choked voice was intermittent "Both...... Blame...... I! ...... Be...... I...... Target...... Wrong ......"

Yes, Chu Haotian lives alone, the biggest emotion in his heart is not hatred, the second is deep self-blame for himself, if it weren't for the fact that he didn't know people and mistakenly believed in that femme fatale, how could there be such a catastrophe!

Even in the end, even the Qilin Blood Crystal handed down by the family was handed over because of himself!

Originally, because of deliberate forgetting, all the people devoted themselves to cultivation, and the desire for revenge filled the whole body, and they no longer felt pain!

But when all those wounds were uncovered in front of him, the pain was even more painful than the bone-chilling chill before!

The pain of the body, even if it is a thousand knives, it is not as good as the heart!

For some reason, those images stopped the moment he died, and the heavy rain seemed to be the tears of the heavens, gently washing away all this, and it seemed that even these sins had all dissipated!

But I don't know what the reason is, the rain also poured on his body at the same time, washing away the bloody breath on his body, and at this time, the Heaven Destroying Sword inserted on the ground was blooming with gray light at this time, and the light enveloped his whole body, and one after another power entered his body.

The gray light may naturally represent death and lifelessness, but at this time, he is using his own strength to soothe Chu Haotian's heart that is about to collapse, who said that the sword is ruthless?

The sword has two ends, one end of the sword tip, killing the opponent, and the other end of the hilt, guarding the person holding the sword!

Chu Haotian felt the gray power, he gradually woke up from his madness, he saw the sword next to him for the first time, holding it tightly in his hand, the sword body trembled slightly, and the ancient runes engraved on his body flashed with a strange light, as if it was responding to him!

Chu Haotian stood up with his sword again, his eyes were full of gray, and he felt that he was looking at the world, as if something was different. Looking at the corpses of their parents again, their eyes were not desperate, but more regret and expectation!

Chu Haotian seemed to understand the complex emotions contained in that eye, regretting that he couldn't see himself grow, regretting that he couldn't accompany himself, and regretting that he couldn't live a happy life as a family! That touch of expectation is that he hopes that he can live, not looking forward to revenge, only hoping that I can be safe!

Chu Haotian suddenly seemed to understand something in his heart?

Yes, maybe this is the heart of parents all over the world! They only want their children to grow up healthily! Why should I bother to drill the horns of the bull? If I just give up on myself, I will only disappoint them!

My parents are dead, and all I can do is to slash my enemies so that they can rest in peace under the Nine Springs!

After the mind is clear, the chaotic aura on the body has turned into a high-spirited fighting spirit, the enemy is very strong, and his current strength is too weak, how can he have time to give up on himself?

He looked at the sword in his hand, "Your sword is called Zhutian, no matter what your origin is, I will do my best not to fall into your name of Zhutian! With this sword, I am not afraid of anything! If the sky wants to stop me, I will punish the sky!"

At this time, the blood-colored scene in front of him was shattered like a glass lens at the same time, but Chu Haotian smiled slightly, maybe he had already understood that all this in front of him was an illusion, but this time it made him firm in his heart, and his sword heart was invincible!

And at this time, an illusory scene came, because the elegant man appeared in front of him, and the breath on his body was as vast as the starry sky, and he had a unique sword path peerless edge!

He looked at Chu Haotian, looking at the familiar silhouette of his body, the figure in his mind was so similar to that one, and a trace of shock flashed in his eyes, "It's you?"

"No, it's impossible, how can your cultivation be so weak! And the aura is familiar......

Chu Haotian listened to these words, and felt that he had not been recognized as the wrong person!

The man came to his senses, and those eyes looked directly at him, as if he had seen everything. A hint of appreciation flashed in the old man's eyes, and he slowly spoke, "Inheritor, you are very good!"

Chu Haotian's eyes were full of confusion, "Senior, who are you?"

The man paused for a moment, slightly surprised, "Aren't you here for my inheritance, just like that woman?"

Chu Haotian was even more confused at this time, "What woman?"

The man shook his head helplessly, and a finger lightly touched his brain, and after a while, his eyes were extremely solemn, "Strange, strange! Why can't you see through it?"

He looked Chu Haotian up and down carefully, and said slowly, "It's nothing, I know now why you came here?" His temperament is still like this, and he has suffered him all these years. ”

"But now, if you want to get out of here, there is only one way, to comprehend the first form of the Ice Sword Technique, the Ice Sword Dance, in one day, and master the ninth layer of combat power to defeat me, then you can get out of this space, otherwise you will be trapped here forever. ”

Chu Haotian heard these domineering words, "Why?"

The man smiled coldly, "With my strength, I am stronger than you, the strong are respected, and the weak are destined to have no words." As soon as the words fell, his figure dissipated, leaving only a ball of light.

At the same time, Chu Haotian understood that he had no right to choose, "Alas, I'm still too naïve, strength is what determines everything in this world." ”

Sit down, carefully comprehend the martial arts left by this light group, the cold ice sword dance, resist the ice with the sword, the ice, the cold of heaven and earth, the cold wind, seal the heaven and the earth, and destroy the mountains and rivers!

Chu Haotian comprehended all this carefully, but the more he comprehended it, and discovered the mystery of this sword, it was infinitely powerful, but at the same time, it was extremely difficult to control.

Moreover, the cultivation of swordsmanship is more difficult and obscure than that of heaven-level swordsmanship, and it is difficult for people who are not truly gifted and evil to practice swordsmanship. Even if you are reluctant to cultivate, it is difficult to comprehend the essence of it.

But Chu Haotian just belongs to the kind of person who is talented and evil. So he was able to quickly and quickly, spending about half a day and nearly thousands of trainings to finally reach the consummation level.

But Chu Haotian was not satisfied, "Ice is the power of nature, and extreme cold ice is an ice pick, killing people invisibly." The wind also belongs to nature, and the violent wind is the wind, and everywhere it goes, everything is destroyed. The two have the same points, so why can't they merge?"

In this way, after pondering for nearly half a day, he also fused the power of the two different attributes of wind and ice together, but the power was unknown.

A day later, the man showed up on time, "This is the only way we fight, and only this one." Let's shoot!"

As soon as the words fell, he waved a huge dragon-shaped ice pattern sword in his hand, and with a slight sword, ten thousand sword shadows converged together, fusing into a sky-breaking sword, traversing the sky for thousands of miles, rolling hundreds of millions of wind and clouds, and at this time, the sky was flying, and the snow condensed into ice picks, and the ice withered!

Chu Haotian let out a low roar, "Ice... Sword Dance. "Boom... With a roar, countless snowflakes fell suddenly, and above the snowflakes, the breath was cold, but... Sharp and monstrous.

Laugh at... Laugh at... Laugh at...

Snowflakes are like sharp swords cutting through the body. Boom, boom, boom! Boom, boom, boom, Boom

Boom! The wind and snow roared at each other, but at this time, that breath had disappeared, and only Chu Haotian remained.

At this time, the scene in front of me has changed again, but it is still a snowy scene, snowflakes fluttering, and layers of ice on the ground, indestructible.

And at this time, you stuck the dragon-shaped ice sword high on a snowy peak, as if across the sky, arrogant and awe-inspiring, as if a sword could suppress thousands of people in this world.

Chu Haotian looked at the huge ice sword, and he understood that maybe this sword was the key to getting out of here.

I don't know how long he walked, he finally came to the top of this snow peak, but there was a stunning color next to the huge ice sword

Figure, the girl is wearing a white veil on her face and a white dress, this woman in white is like a snow lotus on a snowy mountain, out of the dust, without a trace of fireworks in the world.