The old man stood above the wilderness, his figure resolute and lonely. His eyes are as deep as the sea, as if they hide endless stories and vicissitudes. The traces of time are carved on his face, and every wrinkle seems to tell an unknown past.

Suddenly, a dazzling light pierced the sky, and the Fuso Flying Thunder God descended on the wilderness. His body was tall and mighty, and his whole body exuded a powerful energy, as if even the heavens and the earth were about to tremble. His eyes were as sharp as lightning, shooting a sharp light, close to the old man who walked in the white night.

The battle broke out in an instant, and the old man in the white night waved the long sword in his hand, his body was as agile as the wind, and his swordsmanship was as sharp as frost. Every sword strike is thunderous, yet precise. His sword danced so fast that it seemed to stretch the time, making every encounter full of tension and excitement.

Fusang Flying Thunder God attacked with a thunderous force, and his power was so powerful that it seemed to destroy everything. However, the old man of the white night walker always remained calm and tenacious, and was able to skillfully defuse the attack of Fusang Flying Thunder God every time.

The battle intensified, and the figures of the two were staggered in the air, and the sword qi and thunder light were intertwined into a magnificent picture. Blood splattered, and each collision was accompanied by a piercing sound of metal crashing, which made the heart palpitate.

Eventually, the Old Man in the White Night let out an earth-shattering roar, and the long sword in his hand bloomed with brilliant light. This blow condensed all his strength and will, and although Fusang Flying Thunder God was powerful, he also had to retreat under this blow.

The old man stood steadily, panting, his face covered with sweat and blood. He looked up at Fusang Flying Thunder God, his eyes shining with determination. He knew that the battle was not over, but he was not afraid either. Because he knew that as long as he had a breath left, he would keep fighting.

His figure was as straight as a pine, his white hair fluttered in the wind, and although the years had carved deep wrinkles on his face, they could not shake the firmness and fortitude in his eyes. He wears a worn samurai armor that is mottled with the glory and vicissitudes of the past.

Suddenly, the mountains shook, and a huge figure rushed from a distance, it was the Fusang Flying Thunder God. Its eyes were like torches, flashing with violent light, and its whole body was surrounded by electricity, as if the god of thunder had descended to earth, shocking people's hearts. Every step it takes causes the earth to tremble, as if it wants to trample the whole world under its feet.

Bai Yexing did not flinch, he clenched the long sword in his hand, and the tip of the sword pointed directly at Fusang Flying Thunder God. He took a deep breath and mobilized the strength of his whole body, and the long sword instantly turned into a meteor and slashed towards the Fusang Flying Thunder God. It was an unreserved all-out blow that condensed his life's practice and wisdom.

The two forces collided in the air, emitting a deafening roar. The electricity and sword qi intertwined, forming a huge storm that swept the surrounding ruins into it. Every stone, every piece of rubble, was flown and shattered in the storm, as if to tell the fierceness of the battle.

The White Night Walking and the Fuso Flying Thunder God intertwined in the storm, and each collision caused a concussion in space. Bai Yexing's long sword continued to slash at Fusang Flying Thunder God, and Fusang Flying Thunder God also continued to release violent thunder and lightning attacks. However, no matter how Fusang Flying Thunder God attacked, Bai Yexing always stood firmly in place, and there was only firmness and fearlessness in his eyes.

The battle lasted for a long time, until finally, Bai Yexing let out an earth-shattering roar, and his long sword suddenly erupted with a dazzling light, and the Fusang Flying Thunder God trembled in this light, and then slowly fell. White Nightwalk's strength broke through the limit, and he used the power of his life to slash this fatal blow.

Bai Yexing knelt on the ground tiredly, gasping for breath. His sword had been shattered, and his armor had been shattered by lightning.

Under the angry attack of the Fusang Wind Thunder God, Bai Yexing did not show the slightest fear. His eyes were firm and deep, like a bottomless abyss, even in the face of the furious wind and thunder power of the Fusang Wind and Thunder God, it never flickered.

The sword in his hand shimmered coldly in the moonlight. Facing the attack of the Fusang Wind and Thunder God, Bai Yexing had no intention of flinching, he straightened his back, and clenched the hilt of his sword with both hands, ready to meet this battle of life and death.

His swordsmanship is unmatched, and every swing of the sword carries with it an indomitable will and fearless courage. Even in the face of the storm-like attack of the Fuso Wind and Thunder God, he always maintained his calmness and composure, using his sword as a shield and his body as a spear, constantly resisting and counterattacking.

Bai Yexing's figure flickered in the wind and thunder, his sword light intertwined with the power of the wind and thunder of the Fusang Wind and Thunder God, making a deafening roar. This battle was not only a test of his martial arts, but also a test of his will and courage. No matter when he never gave up, he always stuck to his faith and determination.

Under the furious and unrivaled attack of the Fusang Wind and Thunder God, Bai Yexing did not show the slightest fear. On the contrary, his eyes shone with determination and fearlessness, and he still stood proudly in the face of a tsunami-like onslaught.

His hand gripped the hilt of the sword tightly in his hand, it was an ancient sword that had gone through countless battles, and the blade was already mottled. He pulled it hard, and the blade of the sword leaped out of the scabbard with a dragon-like roar. The sword light was as cold as autumn water, and as sharp as lightning, instantly piercing the void.

Bai Yexing raised his sword forward, and every swing of the sword was like a picture scroll of free swing, and the sword aura was vertical and horizontal, as if he wanted to break the attacks of the Fusang Wind and Thunder God one by one. Despite the howling of the wind and the thunder and lightning, his steps were consistent and unwavering.

His figure loomed in the wind and rain, and every time he collided with the God of Wind and Thunder, it seemed to divide heaven and earth. Despite the tremendous pressure, Bai Yexing's eyes never changed, and the fearlessness and determination seemed to turn all obstacles into invisible.

In this fierce battle, the white night walk is like a mountain, and I will not move even if the wind and rain blow. His sword danced faster and faster, and his sword aura became stronger and stronger, as if he wanted to encompass the whole world.

In the end, under the fearless challenge of Bai Yexing, Fusang Wind Thunder God also felt the endless sharpness and firmness. Its attacks gradually became weaker, but the sword of the White Night Walking was still unmatchedly sharp, pointing straight at the sky. The outcome of this battle was already obvious, Fusang Wind Thunder God was defeated by the sword of Bai Yexing.

Under the furious attack of the Fusang Wind and Thunder God, Bai Yexing did not show the slightest fear. On the contrary, there was a fire of determination and fearlessness burning in his eyes, like a rock standing in a storm, no matter how the wind and waves raged, always holding his ground.

He clenched the long sword in his hand, the blade of which shimmered with a cold light in the lightning and thunder. Even in the face of a torrent of attacks, he did not flinch in the slightest, but straightened his back and firmly met the challenge.

The movements of the white night walk are vigorous and elegant, and each swing of the sword is like a verse in the poem, which is both powerful and beautiful. He skillfully used his swordsmanship to resist the attack of the Fusang Wind and Thunder God, and the fierce sword light collided with the violent wind and thunder, emitting a deafening roar.

Despite the harsh surroundings, Bai Yexing's eyes always remain calm and clear. He understands that only by facing it bravely can he find his way to victory in this battle. His figure danced in the wind and rain, like an eagle soaring in a storm, no matter how heavy the wind and rain could not stop his determination to move forward.

In the end, after a fierce confrontation, Bai Yexing defeated the furious wind and thunder with a decisive slash. The direction of his sword is not only decisive courage, but also fearless faith. At this moment, he is a true warrior, daring to face any challenge head-on and never giving up.

Under the angry attack of the Fusang Wind and Thunder God, Bai Yexing did not show the slightest fear. His eyes are firm and deep, as if he can penetrate all illusions and realities. In the face of the coercion of the gods, he did not flinch, but straightened his back and clenched the sword in his hand.

The sword body glowed with a cold glow in the moonlight. Bai Yexing's fingers tightly clasped the hilt of the sword, and every breath was accompanied by a slight tremor of his muscles, as if silently bearing the impending impact. There was not the slightest fear in his eyes, only an unyielding fighting spirit burning.

When the power of the Fusang Wind and Thunder God struck like a storm, Bai Yexing swung his sword to meet it. The moment the blade collided with the divine power, there was a deafening roar. Each sword strike, with the sound of breaking wind, pierced the night sky, as if to split the dark world in two.

Even in the face of such a powerful attack, the pace of the White Night Walking did not waver in the slightest. He stood like a mountain, and no matter how violent the power of the Wind and Thunder God was, it could not shake him in the slightest. His sword danced faster and faster, and each swing of the sword carried a thunderous momentum, as if to pour out all his power.

In this fierce battle, Bai Yexing's eyes were always the same, full of determination and unyielding. His figure loomed in the wind and thunder, like a meteor in the night sky, short but radiant. The sword in his hand seemed to come to life, and every attack carried the power to destroy everything.

Eventually, the power of the Fuso Wind and Thunder God gradually dissipated under the challenge of the White Night Walker's fearlessness. The tip of Bai Yexing's sword pointed directly at the god, and although his body was exhausted, his eyes were more determined. At this moment, he not only defeated the gods, but also overcame the fears and doubts in his heart. His figure faded into the morning light, leaving only the sword that glittered in the sun and the undying courage and faith.

The eyes of the white night walk seem to be blooming with a thousand lights. This is not just an impact of power, but an ancient, majestic, and endlessly majestic force. The dark clouds gathered in the sky seemed to tremble at this moment, and the wind roared, and thunder and lightning intertwined, as if the heavens and the earth were resonating with this force.

However, in the face of such an attack, Bai Yexing's eyes did not show any fear. There was only firmness and determination in his eyes, and the sword in his hand was held tightly by him, and the tip of the sword pointed straight ahead. That sword, as if absorbing the entire will of the White Nightwalker, shimmered with a cold light.

The power of the Wind and Thunder God surged like a frenzy, and Bai Yexing's body swayed in the wind, as if it would be torn apart by this force at any time. But his eyes were always the same, and he didn't waver in the slightest. He gritted his teeth, and the strength of his whole body gathered on the sword in his hand.

The moment the sword was unsheathed, the whole world seemed to fall silent. The roar of the wind and thunder god and the roar of thunder and lightning all disappeared at this moment. All that remained was Bai Yexing's determined eyes and the sword in his hand.

It is an indomitable force, the strongest note against fate. Even in the face of a powerful enemy, even in the face of a desperate situation, Bai Yexing did not flinch. He chose to step forward, using his sword and his courage to meet the seemingly irresistible attack.

In the roaring wind of the Fuso Wind and Thunder God, Bai Yexing did not flinch. He faced the violent forces of nature, his eyes were determined and fearless. The sword in his hand, like a lightning bolt in the night sky, broke through the dark storm and shone with a cold light.

His posture was as tall as a pine, and in the face of the attack, he did not choose to dodge, but chose to meet it head-on. Every swing of the sword, with the howl of the breaking wind, seemed to announce his determination to the world. Bai Yexing's eyes were full of love for battle and desire for victory, and he firmly believed that the sword in his hand could break through all obstacles.

The power of the Fuso Wind and Thunder God seemed endless, but its roaring storm waned under the sword of the White Nightwalker. Every sword strike is like a challenge to the forces of nature, and every swing of the sword is like a declaration of human courage.

The figure of the white night walker flickered in the wind and thunder, he was like a fearless warrior, not afraid of hardships and dangers, not afraid of strong enemies. The expression on his face was consistent, one of determination, fearlessness and determination, as if to say, "No matter how strong you are, I will stay the course." ”

In this contest with the forces of nature, Bai Yexing did not choose to retreat, but chose to draw his sword bravely. His figure grew taller and taller in the wind and thunder, and the light of his sword illuminated the dark sky.

Under the angry attack of the Fusang Wind and Thunder God, Bai Yexing did not flinch. His eyes were steadfast, and he was fearless in the face of a stormy attack. When the huge lightning struck him, he only turned slightly sideways and skillfully dodged it. His sword, the one that shone with cold light, was clenched in his hand without the slightest tremble.

He wasn't blindly fighting against the power of the gods, every move, every dodge was well thought out. His swordsmanship was superb, sometimes as swift as a wind, sometimes as flowing water. In the face of powerful forces, he did not choose to resist hard, but flexibly used strategies and fought wits and courage with the gods.

His figure flickered in the attack of the gods, and with each appearance, a new sword light would pierce the darkness. The sword seemed to come to life, merging with the White Nightwalk, resisting an irresistible force together.

Bai Yexing's eyes never left the Fusang Wind and Thunder God, that was a challenge, a kind of unyielding. He was declaring that even in the face of such a powerful force, he still had the courage to draw his sword, and he still had the determination to fight to the end. His sword, his will, all reached its peak at this moment, and he was writing a heroic chapter with his life.

Under the furious attack of the Fusang Wind and Thunder God, Bai Yexing did not flinch, his eyes were firm and deep. His figure looked lonely and resilient in the light of lightning. Every swing of the sword was carried with resolute courage, as if to cut off all threats.

His sword light, like a meteor streaked across the night sky, dazzling and short-lived. In the face of the attack of the Wind and Thunder God, the White Night Walking was as stable as a mountain, and it was not affected in the slightest. His swordsmanship seems to be one with heaven and earth, and every time he strikes his sword, he carries an unstoppable momentum.

In the wind, his figure is like an unfinished poem, which is still standing despite the storm. His sword-wielding posture is like an eagle fighting in the sky, full of strength and freedom.

Even though the world around him has become chaotic, Bai Yexing's eyes are still steadfast. The sword in his hand seemed to possess endless power, enough to resist any attack. His figure, shuttling between the attacks of the Wind and Thunder God, was like a fish swimming in a storm, no matter how big the wind and waves, they could not stop him from moving forward.

The courage and perseverance of the white night walk are vividly displayed at this moment. His fearless eyes and determined figure have become the brightest scenery of this night.

The White Night Walk did not show the slightest fear. His eyes were firm and deep, as if he could perceive all the truths of the world. He clenched the sword in his hand, the blade glittering coldly in the sunlight, as if it reflected the courage in his heart.

In the face of the furious and incomparable attack of the Fusang Wind and Thunder God, Bai Yexing did not choose to escape. His back straightened, like an unshakable mountain, and no matter how violent the power of the Wind and Thunder God was, he always stood tall. Every collision between the sword blade and the power of the Wind and Thunder God seemed to be able to stir up the sparks of the stars, shaking everything around them.

Even though his body was scarred, Bai Yexing's eyes still burned with unyielding flames. He swings his sword with grace and determination, and every swing is resolute and determined. It was a kind of fearless courage, a spirit of courage and perseverance in the face of a strong enemy.

The figure of the white night walk flickered in the power of the wind and thunder god, and every time it appeared, it carried an unyielding force. He is like an eagle soaring in a storm, no matter how strong the wind and how fierce the rain, he cannot shake his determination to fly.

Eventually, Fuso's attack on the Wind and Thunder God gradually dissipated in the face of Bai Yexing's indomitable determination. The sword in Bai Yexing's hand was raised high, and the tip of the sword pointed to the sky, as if announcing his victory to the world. His figure appears even taller in the sun, a heroic image that never gives in.

His sword, the ancient sword that shimmered with cold light, seemed to merge with him at this moment. In the face of Fusang Wind and Thunder God's attack, he had no intention of retreating, but took a step forward, and the blade of his sword pointed directly at the Wind Thunder God. The sword qi was vertical and horizontal, colliding violently with the power of the Wind and Thunder God, emitting a deafening roar.

Although the surrounding scene was blurred by the attack of the Wind and Thunder God, Bai Yexing's eyes never left his opponent. His eyes shone with determination, as if to tell the world that he would never back down in the face of even the most formidable enemy. At this moment, the white night walk is like a sharp sword out of the sheath, sharp and fearless.