The Sword Immortal is strong.

There is no doubt about this, as a sword immortal who crossed the catastrophe with the way of the sword, he majored in breaking ten thousand methods with one sword.

No matter how tricky the other party is.

I am fearless and fearless to break it with a sword!

Facing an enemy hundreds or thousands of times his size, the white-clothed sword immortal did not retreat half a step, and the aura emanating from his body became more and more sharp and formidable.

锵~!!

The surging sword qi is like a divine dragon going out to sea, sweeping thousands of troops.

Where the terrifying sword dao qi was raging, countless evil demons wailed, and the endless demonic qi disappeared and turned into nothingness, making people can't help but burst into blood.

Pity.

Compared to the endless demon clouds and endless demon clans, the ones killed by the white-clothed sword immortal were not worth mentioning at all, and they were completely a drop in the bucket.

A sword slashes through the demon cloud, and soon it will be covered by a thicker demon cloud.

If you cut the demons with one sword, you will soon be replenished by more demons, and compared to the total number of demons, there is hardly the slightest weakening.

White-clothed Sword Immortal.

After all, there is only one person.

The sword aura is strong again.

It is impossible to destroy this endless demon race by himself.

Eventually.

The endless demon cloud surged, and the sword light in the demon cloud began to gradually dim, no longer as unstoppable and invincible as it was at the beginning.

Prosperous~

The Sword Immortal's offensive declined slightly, but the Demon Cloud instantly became more rampant than before.

The black clouds were like monstrous waves, surging towards the white-clothed sword immortal, wave after wave, slapping towards him, leaving him no respite at all.

Eventually.

The white-clothed sword fairy was still wounded, wrapped in endless demon clouds, the three-foot long sword in his hand was broken, the white clothes were stained with blood, and he didn't know how many tragic scars were all over his body.

The sharp aura that originally rushed straight to Xiao Han was also languishing at this time, and it was obviously extremely consumed.

But he still didn't retreat.

Holding the remnant sword, standing proudly on the top of the nine clouds, alone, facing the endless demon clouds, behind them are the lights of thousands of homes, and they are all beings who have no idea about this bloody battle.

The sound of suona gradually subsided, and there was no more publicity.

The faint sound of erhu sounded, and it seemed that he had foreseen the end of the sword immortal and was doing something for him.

Kill!!!

The sword immortal slowly raised the remnant sword in his hand, and a red-golden flame burned around his body, and the aura that was already languishing increased several times and tenfold in an instant.

This moment.

His whole person has turned into a sword, a peerless sword that is enough to open the world.

Heaven and earth live together!

The white figure disappeared, turning into endless flames, into the last meteor in the black sky, and into a sword qi that spanned thousands of miles and tore through the sky.

The sword qi spans 30,000 miles!

A sword light cold nineteen states!

The style of this sword seems to illuminate the ages.

The demon cloud that made people desperate, depressing, and almost unstoppable was forcefully penetrated.

Through the crack torn by the sword qi, one could see a light cast from above the nine heavens, reappearing hope in the dark earth.

Although, only in an instant.

……

The fall of the Sword Immortal.

The remnant sword fell from the sky and slammed diagonally into the barren mountain.

It's like a tombstone.

The blood stains on the blade of the sword that have not yet dried up, like an inscription on a tombstone, are describing a tragic battle.

Erhu is hoarse.

The atmosphere is gloomy, and heaven and earth are sad.

The demonic clouds were becoming more and more rampant, and they had already covered most of the sky.

It's hard to help but despair.

Suddenly.

A sharper, higher-pitched suona sounded than before, accompanied by the rumbling of war drums and the sound of low horns.

The war song resounded throughout China.

At the top of the Ten Thousand Mountains, one after another brilliant divine light shot out, rushing towards the endless demon cloud one after another.

Sword energy, across the sky!

Thunder, crush the darkness!

Talismans, break the evil and punish the evil!

Formation, through heaven and earth!

……

Ten thousand years under the pine.

The old man sat opposite each other, halfway through the chess game, with a smile on his face, he slowly stood up, turned into two streamers, and rushed towards the demon cloud.

Fragrant flowers.

The middle-aged man stroked the little heads of his children, and took one last look at his beloved woman, put on his battle armor, carried a long knife, and rushed into the nine-fold sky.

Thunder in the deep valley.

The young man with a bit of childishness on his face resolutely stepped out of the valley, holding a halberd and rushing straight into the nine skies, and in an instant, the purple light shone, like a god king who held the thunder.

Spirited and fearless!

……

Tragic.

The tragedy of this battle exceeded everyone's expectations.

in the picture.

The black demon clouds were split again and again, but they reunited again and again.

The top of the firmament.

One by one, the streamers disappeared, and the corpses fell, and the miserable blood splashed in the sky.

In the Fengqi Building.

All the chattering voices had disappeared at this time, and everyone stared at the scene blankly, only shock was left in their hearts, only a thick tragedy remained.

The eye sockets are moist at some point.

They know that the sound environment is often a reflection of reality, and it is often what the creator of the sound scripture has seen and heard.

So.

At this time, the scene that appeared in front of them was most likely a real war that had occurred in the past years.

Not fiction.

Maybe there was really a sword immortal back then, who was already immortal and free, but in order to protect the common people, he fought until the sword broke and died.

Maybe there really is such a group of people.

said goodbye to his parents, said goodbye to his family, went to the battlefield, and was ready to die in a hundred battles and bury his bones in a foreign land.

If you don't go back, you won't go back!

Just because, behind them are thousands of lights, and behind them are countless compatriots.

Although there are thousands of people, I will go to !!

……

Outside the Fengqi Building.

More and more pedestrians stopped, listening to the music coming from the building, and countless images burst out in their minds.

The eyes gradually become moist.

It seems that it has resonated with the mysterious rhythm and substituted it into that war.

Street corner.

A middle-aged man was dressed in tatters, his hair was messy, his eyes were blank, and he exuded an extremely decadent aura, like an embarrassed beggar.

He walked aimlessly, his steps faltering, and he seemed to have lost the direction of his life.

Suddenly.

As if he had heard something, his eyes suddenly burst into a bright light, and he looked at the direction of Fengqi Tower.

in the eyes.

The originally scattered light began to slowly converge, and the originally languishing and chaotic aura began to gradually recover.

"Crossing the Tribulation Immortal Song!"

"Master, brother, uncle, uncle."

"It's back, it's back, it's all back."

"I miss you so much!"

"Over the years, I've worked so hard, so hard~!"

"It's so tiring to have a baby!"

The middle-aged man muttered to himself, staring blankly in the direction of Fengqi Tower, his eyes gradually becoming moist.

Tears swirled in it.

The boy doesn't flick when he has tears, but he hasn't reached the sad place.

He slowly closed his eyes, let go of all his mind, and completely absorbed into the melody.

Breath all around.

It gradually became more and more introverted, and the sense of existence of the whole person was greatly reduced, as if it had disappeared from this void.

……

The impassioned war song lasted for a long, long time.

Finally.

The overwhelming demon clouds were dispersed, and the clarity between heaven and earth was restored.

The lights of thousands of homes are back on.

On top of the collapsed mountains, the devastation is full of ancient pines, the flowers are withered, and the tombs are densely forested.

The mountain breeze blows.

Broken flagpoles, broken battle flags hunting.

The white ribbon flutters in the wind, as if to show the way for the souls of the heroes, and let those who have been lost in the distance return home.

It's silent.

Only the faint sound of the mountain wind looms, adding a bit of sadness to this vast sound realm.

While~

The bronze ancient bell rang again, low and majestic.

It echoed for a long time.

PS: There is an update in the evening, which is being written.

What's that.

Don't fatten up, brothers, the next plot is a series of climaxes!

(End of chapter)