The extreme black magnifies people's senses infinitely, and also extends people's time indefinitely.

It's a delusion.

Actually, it wasn't a long time, but it seemed like a long, long time.

But because people thought it was a long, long time, people began to waver and began to doubt.

Black, too dark.

It's so dark that you can't see a glimmer of brilliance.

It was so dark that even their light seemed to be swallowed up.

Will their light be swallowed up?

People don't know the answer.

When facing Yan Feihong, they had thought several times that the hard-won light would dissipate.

But no.

Their light still shines to the end after all.

Since then, they have had faith in their light.

Face Nalauder.

They firmly believe that their light can shine again.

And the result is just as they thought.

Even if it is as dazzling as Na Lauder, it cannot compete with the light, and can only leave the scene gloomily.

They cheered for the light, they rejoiced in the light, and they were glad to meet their light.

They firmly believe that no matter who their opponent is, no matter how dazzling, they will not be able to tarnish their brilliance.

But this time, standing in front of the light was the sword falling into the city.

It's the one who has only been in the past two decades, but has already returned to the realm.

It's the one, the sword that is known as the first day of pride in the Northern Regions.

It's the one, the sword of the Wind Sword Sect, the sword is overwhelmed.

He was equally dazzling, so dazzling that it was hard to open one's eyes.

His sword was even more dazzling, dazzling enough to teach the heavens and the earth to lose their color, and make the sun and the moon dull.

In the face of such a he, such a sword.

Can their light really shine again?

People don't know.

People don't dare to know.

Looking at the pitch black in front of him, looking at the ink that has been lingering in front of him for a long time.

People don't want to know, but they don't have to know.

Probably, it won't.

Their light, most likely, will disappear forever in this darkness.

This kind of recognition makes it difficult for countless people to accept.

Some people gritted their teeth and clenched their hands, but they couldn't help but close their eyes.

Some people sighed silently, with mixed feelings and mixed tastes in their hearts.

Some people wept silently, for the touching of the past, but also for the fading light.

For the light, for him.

People go from contempt, to doubt, to belief, then to belief, then to waver, and finally to despair, to grief.

He was like a shooting star, gorgeous, bright, brilliant, yet ephemeral.

Although people don't want to admit it, they don't want to admit it, but the darkness in front of them makes them have to admit it.

The shooting stars that have been streaked will not come back, and the light that has been swallowed up by the darkness will not light up again.

This time, it really ends there.

Those who sigh silently are no longer silent.

Those who weep silently are no longer silent.

Those who gritted their teeth and pounded their thighs hard.

The lamentations, choked voices, and snapping sounds gradually filled this dark arena.

Suddenly, there was a sigh, gloomy clouds, miserable and miserable.

It's as if everyone thinks that the light of the past will not shine again.

But it's not.

Not everyone thinks so.

Only those who have truly faced that light will know how powerful that light really is, how tenacious it is, and how difficult it is to extinguish.

Therefore, even if thousands of people turn their backs, they still believe in it.

"Third brother, it is impossible to fall down so easily!"

Ma Kun muttered as he swallowed the melon seeds that came along the way.

"Ah San is a person with hands and eyes, a small sword, which can be destroyed with a snap of his fingers!"

The little dragon king smiled crookedly.

"Heh, he's going to lose?"

Nalan Yu shrunk his nostrils disdainfully.

"How can a man who can defeat me fall silently in the darkness?"

Yan Feihong shook his head again and again.

"This darkness alone can't hide your light!"

Nalander's eyes were determined.

"If the sky gives birth to you Bao Asan, there will be no long night in Xuandao!"

"Go glow! Use your light to dispel this darkness! Go and fly to the highest place and shine your light on the world! ”

"Go and let that bullshit sword, see and see, the demeanor of the Seven Beads Domain Tiankui!"

They shouted in unison.

"Fly, Bao Asan!!"

Perform martial arts.

"This time, I really can't take off my vest."

Listening to the sonorous and powerful shout, Xu Zixian shook his head with a smile.

He didn't want to use his sword.

Because that would drop the vest, it's a shame.

But the sword that captivates the city is not something that can be dealt with at will.

This is a sword returning to the realm, a sword of the sword.

Just as the sword fell out of the city before the sword said.

If he didn't respond with a sword, he would probably die.

Originally, there were still some entanglements, whether to recruit the goose to die.

But if you think about it, forget it.

It's hard not to respond to these shouts behind you.

Moreover...

"I said I would buy melon seeds and go back, but it was delayed for so long, if I couldn't pick a flower to make amends, someone would cry."

"A real man, you can't run away..."

The astonishing sword intent came faintly from the darkness.

Its speed was fast, getting closer and closer, and in an instant it was almost in front of it.

The sword of the sword of the city has arrived.

Xu Zixian took off his mask, revealing his originally handsome and extraordinary face.

With a sigh, he reached out and opened his palm.

"Here comes the sword."

In the boundless darkness, there was a flash of clear light and a ray of flame.

As soon as he grasped the flame Yue flying from the stands, the sword move that he had used many times came out of his hand.

He flicked a step, handed out a sword, and chuckled.

"Stunning view."

……

Despite being in the darkness, Tang Yu didn't feel anything out of the ordinary.

She couldn't feel sick anymore.

His eyes were empty and his expression was numb and dull.

She was like a poor puppet abandoned in a corner, lifeless and unresponsive to anything.

Whether it's the ups and downs of the Final Four, or the unexpected final battle, or the exciting battle that I don't know what to do at the moment.

Witnessing the whole process, Tang Yu did not feel a trace of waves in his heart.

The Tianjiao meeting is coming to an end.

She thought.

He won't come back.

She thought again.

It seems that he is really annoying.

I hate it, even a gentle person like Xu Zixian will leave her behind...

Tears once again floated into Tang Yu's eyes.

But this time, she couldn't stop it from falling.

Large, large tears slid down her cheeks.

She cried unabashedly, crying so heartbreakingly that she even cried to the point that even the sword beside her trembled with her.

She thought it was a divine sword psychic, and when she thought that even the sword was crying with her, but he didn't want to accompany her to watch the Tianjiao meeting, she was even more sad for a while, so she simply hugged the sword and cried together.

But crying and crying, Tang Yu suddenly felt that something was wrong.

The earth-level Xuan soldiers are indeed psychic, and the sword is indeed trembling.

But it's not sadness, it's excitement, the excitement of jumping.

At first, Tang Yu didn't understand why it was so excited.

Until, in her teary hazy vision, a light lit up.

Clear light.

The moment the light lit up, Yan Yue, who was held in her arms, seemed to get some signal, and immediately broke free and flew out.

She looked at it, and it burned red, hot and bright.

She looked at it, held by him, and was happy and excited.

She looked at him and swung it in a flash of light.

This moment.

Everything has a reason.

All the waiting, there is an explanation.

It seems to be lost and regained, like a bittersweet one, like an old dog that has been forgotten in the corner for a long time, and was suddenly stroked by the owner.

In an instant, the girl's heart was in turmoil and she had mixed feelings.

She was so aggrieved, but she cried with joy.