A long time ago, the remnant night had asked Qianyi.

What if you encounter an opponent who you can't beat no matter what?

If the enemy is not successful, he will naturally save his life first and wait for the future.

The remnant of the night shook his head, when the enemy was invincible, not only could he not save his life, but he also had to fight hard!

......

Naturally, the two people with high minds will not forget the countermeasure of escaping, but since it is "no matter what", it means that they either can't run away or can't run, knowing that the enemy can't do it, but they are enemies.

For a long time, the experience of Hundred Forging Mountain, the bloody battle of Longcheng Valley, and the battle of the Demon Land and Demon Domain, there are countless powerful enemies encountered, but the strength that surpasses his own has been swept away by the night, and he only occasionally fights with some enemies who seem to be stronger than himself. I didn't encounter a situation where I was bound to lose.

Perhaps, today.

Cultivation is still in the realm where the heart is like a great lake, and Qian Ye has already crossed the level to defeat countless Heavenly Realm monks, and most of them are one-size-fits-all goods, but now that he has reached the heart like a great river, he can't compete with a woman of the first order of the Heavenly Realm, and he can't even let the other party move half a step.

In a battle, he was exhausted and in danger, the other party just said three words, any magic weapon, any talisman, any elixir is useless, seeing that he had a glimmer of hope for victory, but found that he was desperate enough.

All living beings are like annihilation, burning silence on the altar.

A ten-zhang sized shrine does not have the sky and sun covered by the previous Qingyan waves, nor the dazzle of thousands of flowing fires, nor the vastness of the Qingyan Immortal Kingdom, but it is like this, as soon as it appears, it will make his fighting spirit completely disappear, and his heart is like ashes.

The Tianhong knife in his hand seems to weigh tens of millions of pounds, it is difficult to pick up, and his body seems to have no strength, and he is like a candle the size of a bean grain in the cold wind, which will be extinguished at any time.

Not invincible, invincible, unwilling to be enemies.

This is all the thoughts in Qianyi's heart at this time.

......

The green light and snow are still standing in place.

The beautiful posture reflects the phantom of the fairy kingdom behind him, the fairy spirits and demons in front of him, and the burning silence of the god platform in the sky.

Her eyes reflected the figure of a young man several feet away.

Since his rise thousands of years ago, the battles he has experienced are like the sand of the Ganges, which is innumerable, and he has also encountered amazing talents, such as teenagers who anticipate the enemy's opportunities step by step, and there are many people who are like demons, and there are dozens of brave and fearless people who cover mountains and rivers, but at such an age, they have both, but they are rare, and there are only a handful.

Undoubtedly, under the continuous attacks of thousands of flowing fires, the Blue Flame Immortal Kingdom, the Burning Silence Divine Platform, and the continuous attack of the Triple Dao Method, the defeat of the young man was a foregone conclusion, but although he suppressed the cultivation, but thousands of years of mind and combat experience, as well as the soul of the peak of the Dao, where is this a fair battle?

In fact, she thought that she could win by using thousands of flowing fires, but when she set off a huge wave of green flames, but the young man stood still, she understood that using the green flame immortal kingdom might not be able to stop him.

It's just because in the crowd, I took a look at the young man who was upset and wanted to pull out a knife to help, and just because he couldn't accept Jun Yiru as a disciple, he wanted to vent a thing or two, but he didn't expect to have such a gain.

The green light light Xue Xiu's eyebrows were slightly curved, the corners of his mouth shallow and raised a trace of arc, and he was about to wave his hand to disperse the Dao Fa, when suddenly, the young man in the field made a movement that she didn't expect.

......

Chiya stopped swinging the knife.

He was still surrounded by fairy spirits and demons, and the green lantern and snow did not let these fairy gods and demons stop attacking, so the next moment, the three green flame fists, as well as the shocking whip from behind, hit him hard.

Without any resistance, Qianyi flew out like a broken paper kite, vomiting blood in mid-air.

She didn't expect Qianyi to stop suddenly, but she was distracted by the victory, and when she came back to her senses, Qianyi was already injured.

The white clothes were stained with blood and flew into the sky.

On the cliff, lazy roared, the bamboo forest in a radius of several miles all fell down, the mountain rocks collapsed, the wind blew fiercely, an afterimage slowly dissipated in the same place, and a streamer flew straight towards Qianyi in the distance.

In the small courtyard of Xianting Palace, there was a "snap", and the oil-paper umbrella fell to the ground, and Yu Xunyan subconsciously held the sword on his waist, but ...... Why do you hold a sword?

Flustered and confused, the girl bit her lip and stared at Chiya.

Jun Shendu frowned, turned around and walked towards the east kitchen, Jun Yiru still didn't understand the situation, but Lu Xiangshan and Nan Xiaoyi next to him suddenly sank, and they also knew that something was wrong.

The green lantern turned into a white shadow and flew towards Qianyi.

......

All this is just a short moment.

This moment, for Qianyi, seems to be forever.

Listening to the sound of the wind pouring in my ears, I gradually lowered my eyes and saw the gray sky.

Under the attack of the fairy gods and demons and the coercion of the Burning Silence Divine Platform, Qian Ye felt like he was stuck in a swamp and couldn't get out, he knew that the Burning Silence Divine Platform must still have a formation, so that he couldn't get out of the attack range, so every time he swung his sword, he felt so powerless.

He understood that the battle was coming to an end, and that he was completely defeated, and he didn't feel ashamed, but he remembered the question in the dead night:

What if you encounter an opponent who you can't beat no matter what?

He answered, and Nightfall thought it wasn't right, and told him another answer, and he thought Nightnight's answer was more reasonable, but—

That's not your answer.

Of course, you must first believe in your own answer, not just think it makes sense.

So desperately?

How to fight, how to fight, how to fight?

Qian Yi thought for a moment, thinking that he should first feel what it was like to die, and after thinking so, he did so.

So, the blood stained the sky, and he flew sideways.

......

There was a sharp pain in the body, as if it was about to be crushed, the divine consciousness gradually peeled off from the body, the purple mansion set off a violent wind and waves, and the three souls and seven spirits were turbulent.

Fourteen years ago, thousands of families were in a pool of blood day by day, day by day of painful cursing, day by day of fear and indifference...... Seven years ago, the hard work of Baiduan Mountain was leisurely busy, and the heart was relieved...... A month ago, the miserable depression of Dragon City Valley, the bloody cruelty of the Demon Domain, and the desire to kill the Demon Land......

Scenes, individuals, and events all come to mind.

It turns out that this is what it feels like to be dying.

Suddenly, Qianyi's heart ached, and when he woke up in Nanshan, the emotions that made him confused and heartache also came up, and through the empty girl's face, it was so uncomfortable that he couldn't breathe......

"Whew-"

Chiya let out a long breath.

This feeling, this death, how familiar it is—

Then, the shattered Yao Mountain, the desolate and lonely mountains, the endless demon tide, the rain, the bloodstains, and the teardrops.

A memory that doesn't seem to belong to him comes to mind, a dream of Jiangcheng, this is ......

Qianyi's Purple Mansion quieted down.

The sword qi that had become the nightmare of his life broke free from the meridians, and there were wisps of fusion into his divine soul, although it was only a wisp, but it was like thick ink dripping into the clear water, and in an instant, the divine soul was extremely violently agitated.

But unlike any previous time when the sword qi was out of control, Qian Ye could clearly feel that this sword qi resonated with him, and in the moment of life and death, his heart was connected.

As a result, Qianyi's injuries healed, the five senses returned to their places, the divine consciousness was stable, the whole body was full of qi and blood, the divine fire was pervasive, and the golden light penetrated the body!

......

In the distance, the green lantern lit the snow and others, only to see Qianyi flying out injured sideways, and before they could get closer, the young man in the horizontal flight sat up cross-legged from the void again, holding the Yanling knife in his hand.

There is no unsheath.

There was a clang, but the long knife like snow was inserted back into its sheath.

And at that moment of the sheath, the heavens and the earth were quiet.

The Blue Flame Immortal Kingdom behind the green lantern lighting the snow, the vast fairy spirits and demons in mid-air, and the Burning Silence Divine Platform above the nine heavens......

Smoke and smoke!

The young man opened his eyes, looked at the green lantern lighting the snow, and said slowly: "This is a return to the void." ”