Darkness is coming......

Luo Yang closed his eyes, and every step he took just happened to pass by the darkness. The straight road leading to the golden stars is hard to let him out of the twists and turns, and outsiders will definitely feel ridiculous if they see it.

However, it is this ridiculous act that I don't know how many fatal killing opportunities have been resolved. The twists and turns of the route under your feet are really the most ingenious tightrope in the world, whether you go a little to the left or to the right, you will lose your life.

If you can't always feel a glimmer of life, Luo Yang has already retreated from the mountain.

The generation of Wanmiao inspiration itself is related to the sea of artistic conception, which is guided by the spirit of the divine sense of Wanmiao doll, and there is an opportunity to chew and eat thirteen rare magic bamboo shoots, so that the senses are psychic, wonderful!

It was precisely by virtue of his indescribable spiritual sense that Luo Yang did not feel how dangerous the "tightrope" under his feet was, he approached the golden star smoothly, and when he opened his eyes, he was stupid.

From a distance, it looks like a star, and up close, it looks like a trembling dandelion, which makes it hard to believe that it is the will of the god of war. However, Luo Yang's eyes had been filled with golden light, and he was almost lost in the grand and awe-inspiring artistic conception.

"Hoo ......"

I don't know how long it has been, Luo Yang began to move his steps again. Compared to the tightrope walking just now, it's like dancing on the edge of a cliff.

The footsteps are sometimes heavy, sometimes light, and the will of the god of war is obviously within reach, but Luo Yang has become the most dedicated dancer.

He didn't look at the golden dandelion, he just continued the dance, and he wanted to jump off the force immediately and fall on this stage.

The figure swayed, the darkness shook, Luo Yang had never been so tired, he felt that he was dancing a war dance, experiencing the vicissitudes of life every moment. Forge your way through the darkness and wield your sword to fight back waves of enemies. There is a family behind him, and there are clansmen. He can't fall, he will never compromise with fate, he won't even dare to die, he can only live to fight to the end.

"This god of war used to regard death as a luxury, and every day he lived had to endure an extra day of hardship. After each war, the family members rushed to reward them, and they could see hope in their eyes. And what a heavy burden is it for the children of the tribe to be emaciated, and the tribesmen to feed their children, and to bring the saved rations to the front?"

"Rush out, break through the shackles of fate, and fight the heavens and the earth! He is more difficult than those who eat the child, the fate of the entire race is on his shoulders, except for fighting, he can only fight!"

Luo Yang cried while dancing the war dance, as if he had seen a life of singing and crying.

When the god of war was alive, he was displaced, fighting every day in order to survive. Even if he becomes a walking corpse, even if his perception becomes numb, he still wields a broken sword.

It was struggling in despair, swinging his sword even when he was eating, killing countless foreigners every minute and every second, and the whole world was the enemy!

Kill to a nervous breakdown, kill hands and legs weak, but have no time to feel fatigue. After killing the last enemy, he has been automatically promoted to the Battle Saint, but he does not want to be called "Saint" because he is a butcher and feels that the word is tarnished.

Later, where did the god of war go and what he did, he became a faint light and shadow, and he didn't care in his heart.

He wanted to use time to heal his pain, but he couldn't do anything other than kill the enemy. I had to incarnate as a warrior of all races, constantly shuttling through the interstellar battlefield, and presiding over justice with the broken sword in my hand!

Luo Yang's movements suddenly stopped, and he exclaimed: "Seniors! Younger generations admire, in your long battle career, you have slowly formed the determination to stop the war by fighting, and you want the world to be stable and all races to prosper." However, even the gods are intriguing, and your wishes will be disappointed until the gods die!"

"Merge with me! Luo Yang suddenly inserted the Taichong Sword into the golden light, he had already come to the top of the mountain, and with a "boom" sound, it formed a golden radiation, dazzling, mysterious, and mighty!

The majestic mountain began to collapse downwards because of the loss of the will of the god of war. Thousands of cracks appeared on Imperial Sword Island, and seawater sprayed out. It is estimated that even if this island is not wasted, it will no longer be close to the land of enlightenment.

Di Xiu saw a figure flying in the distance, and fell into the boat with a "bang", almost smashing the bow of the ship into the sea.

"Who?"

"It's me! Grandma's, this god of war is too strong-willed, and as a result, I became fat in one bite, and I must stand on the bow of the ship and digest the gains at all times, otherwise I will have to die. Luo Yang's voice came, but Di Xiu really didn't see that this was Luo Yang.

At this moment, Luo Yang's body is bloated.

If he used to have one hundred and fifty pounds, then he now has at least four hundred and fifty pounds, and he can't see the original appearance at all, and he doesn't blow up balloons like this.

What makes people laugh is that the Taichong Sword has also become a lot fatter and has become a wide panel, but the hilt of the sword remains the same, which is weird!

"Set sail!"

"Set sail!"

The voice was transmitted quickly on the ship, and more than 20 emperors acted as sailors, as well as the ship's first mate, lookout, and navigator, all up and down his figure. It is estimated that there is no schizophrenia and schizophrenia after this journey, and it is not easy to eat under Luo Yang.

"Wow, whoa, whoa......"

The waves crashed against the hull of the ship, and the night of the endless sword sea became more and more severe, and the sword qi of the stars fell from the sky. I didn't feel anything on the dock of Emperor Sword Island, but when the warship entered the sea, I immediately felt the power of the storm.

Lightning and thunder, sword rain pouring, even if there is Caixia to protect the hull, there is still a feeling that the next moment will be buried in the sea of swords. Di Xiu's body swayed and had to retreat to the cabin, and the waves hit the deck, and the outside became more and more dangerous.

Luo Yang stood at the bow of the boat steadily, fortunately there was such a big lump as a ballast stone, otherwise the hull would have swayed even more. He crossed his feet and grasped the hilt of his sword, and when he saw a huge wave crashing towards him, he shouted, "Break!"

The sword light exploded, forming a storm of peerless sword shadows, shattering the waves to pieces.

This was only the first blow, and then Luo Yang was like taking a stimulant, his mouth kept shouting, and every time he swung out a sword light, it would form a roar, which was more powerful than the sword cannon on the ship.

"Peerless Sword!"

"Lore Returning Sword!"

"Extinct Vast Sword!"

"Peerless Fenghua Sword!"

"The Ultimate Heavenly Sword!"

"Peerless Annihilation Sword!"

The stellar sword qi of the entire sea area was attracted by the will of the god of war and turned into the sword light in Luo Yang's hand. He began to use the sword momentum of the Nine Star Chong Spirit Sword non-stop, resisting the vast dark night of the endless sea of swords, and escorted it on his own.

"Starlight Flying Sword!"

"Starburst Ring Sword!"

"Nebula Bombardment Sword!"

"Star Sea Lost Sword!"

The fat man Luo Yang worked very hard, desperately fusing the will of the god of war, hoping to consume excess "weight", but he gained a little weight instead.

"Nima, next time I'd rather let go of half of the will of the God of War than swallow it whole, it's too sinful. Luo Yang blasted out a hundred sword lights again, only to feel that the maturity of the swordsmanship of the Nine Star Chong Spirit Sword was rising. Because the will of the god of war paralyzed the senses, he failed to notice that a huge shadow was following the warship in the sea.