In the deep night, a white figure suddenly appeared, he was the descendant of the killing god, Bai Yexing. His eyes were as cold as ice, revealing an innate domineering and majesty. His sword, like a meteor in the night sky, pierced through the darkness and bloomed with brilliant light.

The wind god laughed wildly and challenged the white night walker, and the laughter was full of mockery and disdain. However, Bai Yexing did not get angry, he just quietly waited for the wind god to attack. When the wind god rushed towards him, Bai Yexing jumped up gently, as if freed from the shackles of gravity. The sword in his hand instantly drew three elegant arcs, which were the melody of the wind and the herald of death.

Fengshen's attack was instantly defused by these three swords, and he looked at Bai Yexing in shock, as if he knew this opponent for the first time. Bai Yexing's sword did not stop, he was like a bolt of lightning, instantly penetrating the defense of the wind god. The Wind God's body froze in the air, then slowly fell, the last of the astonishment on his face.

The figure of the white night walk appeared even taller in the moonlight, and his eyes were firm and deep. He proved his strength with his actions and also shocked the Quartet. Since then, no one has dared to underestimate this descendant of killing gods, and he has become the pinnacle of swords that no one dares to challenge.

Beneath the firmament, a lonely figure stood on the boundless earth. He is a descendant of the White Night Walk, the Killing God, and his eyes are as cold as ice, as if he can penetrate all vanity. His sword, three feet long, shimmered with cold light, as if absorbing endless murderous aura.

Suddenly, a strong wind blew in the sky, and the wind howled like a ghost crying wolf. The god of wind appeared in the air, his clothes fluttering, his long hair flying. He holds a wind blade in his hand, his eyes are like torches, and his majesty is inviolable.

Bai Yexing clenched his three-foot long sword, and his body moved, turning into a white lightning. He swung his sword to break through the air, one, two, and three swords, and each slash carried unparalleled power. The wind blades shattered one after another under the three swords, turning into bursts of fresh wind.

Fengshen's face changed, he didn't expect the young man in front of him to have such a strong strength. He roared, and the wind around him surged wildly, forming a huge storm that swept away towards the White Nightwalk.

However, White Night Walking was not afraid at all, he stood proudly and coldly faced the storm. He swung his sword and swept it, and a sword aura sliced through the void, instantly slashing the storm in half. Fengshen's face changed miserably, and he finally understood that the young man in front of him was no match for him.

Standing proudly in the white night, the three swords slashed the wind god, shocking the Quartet. Since then, his name has spread in the rivers and lakes and has become a legend.

In ancient mythology, the White Nightcrawler, the descendant of the gods, appeared in the eyes of everyone with a proud posture. He was not the kind of hero who wore battle armor and held a long sword, but an ordinary man in plain white robes and defenseless. However, in his eyes, there is an extraordinary sharp light, as if it can penetrate all illusions and appearances.

On that stormy day, the White Nightcrawler stood silently on a high mountain peak, facing the raging Anemo God. He had no fear, no retreat, only firmness and determination. His heart was filled with the honor of his family and the fear of the gods, and he knew that this battle was to protect the peace of the world and bring hope to his people.

The wind god roared, sweeping through the wind, trying to sweep the White Nightkin away with invisible force. However, the White Nightcrawler stood like a mountain, and no amount of wind howled could shake him. His heart surged with the power of the family, which was the power of killing gods that had been passed down from generation to generation. He closed his eyes, felt the power of the wind, and then silently calculated in his mind.

Finally, in the midst of the most violent storm, the White Night Walker moved. He swung the bladeless sword in his hand, and the sword light pierced the sky like a meteor. A sword slashed, and the wind roared, as if it was about to tear the whole world apart. The figure of the wind god dissipated in the sword light, turning into a gust of wind and moving away. With this sword, the White Night Stalker not only cut off the attack of the wind god, but also cut off the chaos and strife in the world.

In the aftermath of this battle, the name of the White Nightkin spread far and wide. His swordsmanship is known as the "God of the Three Swords and the Wind Slash", and he has become the guardian of the world. His presence is a shock to those who seek to undermine the peace. They understand that as long as the White Night Walkers are present, peace in the world is guaranteed.

On the vast earth, a lonely figure stands on the top of the peak. He is known as the "descendant of killing gods". His eyes are deep and cold, as if he can penetrate all illusions and look directly into the depths of people's hearts. His sword, like the cold moonlight, was sharp and dazzling, and no one dared to confront it head-on.

Suddenly, the wind roared and dark clouds rolled. The god of wind is in the world, raging unscrupulous, flying sand and rocks for a while, and the sky is dark. Bai Yexing clenched the sword in his hand, and his eyes showed firm determination. He knew that this was his destined challenge, and it was also his chance to prove himself to heaven and earth.

The wind god roared and rushed towards the white night, and the huge whirlwind rolled up a thousand waves. However, Bai Yexing stood like a rock, his sword piercing through the sky, instantly condensing all the power between heaven and earth. The three swords were slashed out, like the Milky Way falling to the ground, dazzling. Each sword carries an unparalleled majesty and power, as if it is about to cut through the whole world.

Under these three swords, the wind god seemed so vulnerable. It let out a final roar, then dissipated into a gust of wind and dissipated between heaven and earth. Bai Yexing stood proudly, his sword pointed at the sky, as if to announce to the world: he, Bai Yexing, is truly invincible!

The Quartet was shocked, and the wind was roaring. All the living beings held their breath at this moment, feeling the powerful aura emanating from Bai Yexing's body. They all know that in this world, no one can stop the footsteps of Bai Yexing, and he will become an eternal legend and be praised by the world for thousands of years. 、

In the darkness of the night, a white figure flashed like a ghost. That's the descendant of the god of killing, walking in the white night. His eyes were as deep as a cold pool, revealing a sharp cold light, as if he could penetrate all falsehood. His sword, like his shadow, is silent, but it can stir up stormy waves.

At this moment, the wind god is dancing wildly in all directions, and endless storms are sweeping the land. However, the White Night Walk did not show the slightest fear. He clenched the sword in his hand, and the blade trembled slightly, as if whispering an unyielding war song.

Suddenly, White Night acted. He was like a bolt of lightning that pierced the dark night sky. His sword turned into three brilliant rays of light and shadow, slashing in the three directions of the wind god. It was an incomparable blow, condensing all the power of the descendants of the gods.

Only a loud sound that shook the earth was heard, and three sword lights collided with the wind god. In an instant, the sound of the wind dissipated, and the heavens and the earth seemed to fall into a dead silence. Immediately after, an invisible shock wave spread, and everywhere it went, everything withered, and the mountains collapsed and the ground cracked.

The winds of the four directions completely disappeared under this blow. Bai Yexing stood proudly above the ruins, pointing at the sky with a fierce smile on his face. His figure looked more and more lonely and arrogant in the moonlight, like a killing god, which was daunting.

In this battle, Bai Yexing used his own strength to kill the wind god and shock the Quartet. Since then, his name has become a legend and has spread in every corner. And the sword that once killed the god of wind has also become an immortal legend, witnessing the glory and glory of a descendant who killed the god.

A lonely figure stands on the top of a high mountain. He is the descendant of the god of killing, and he walks in the white night. His eyes were deep and cold, as if there was endless ice hidden. His sword, the three-foot green edge, shimmered coldly in the moonlight.

Suddenly, the wind howled, and the wind god descended. His figure was as wild as a hurricane, his long hair dancing wildly in the wind, and his clothes fluttering. He held the wind in his hand, wanting to divide the heavens and the earth. However, in the face of such a god, the White Night Walking has no fear.

He smiled slightly, and his figure disappeared in place in an instant. Fengshen was stunned for a moment, and before he could react, three sword lights had already pierced the sky. The first sword, which cut off the left arm of the wind god, the second, pierced his chest, and the third, cut off his head. The whole process is lightning fast and dizzying.

The moment the wind god fell, the four sides shook. Mountains and rocks cracked, and rivers churned. All the living beings felt this incomparable majesty, and they all bowed their heads, not daring to look directly into Bai Yexing's gaze.

Standing on the top of the sky, the sword pointing at the sky. His eyes were full of disdain and pride, as if to say: "In this world, only I can dominate life and death by walking in the white night." ”

Mu Yu suddenly felt a strong whirlwind of the sky, as if the whole world was spinning wildly in front of his eyes. A dazzling light enveloped him in an instant, and a powerful force swept him into it like a whirlpool. He screamed in terror, only to find that he could not even make a sound, and could only be powerless at the mercy of that force.

The scenery around him changed rapidly, and he saw endless starry skies, strange exotic lands, brilliant colors, and dark nothingness. The sights flashed before his eyes, too fast for him to see. He felt as if he was being pulled by an irresistible force, constantly speeding forward, not knowing where he would be taken.

Mu Yu felt as if his body had been torn apart, and every time he teleported, it was like a needle piercing his skin, making him almost faint in pain. He could only close his eyes tightly and let the power unleash freely, not knowing where he would be swept away or when he would stop.

In this wanton torrent of time and space, Mu Yu felt unprecedented helplessness and fear. He didn't know if he would be able to return to his old world, or what fate he would face in the future. He could only pray silently, hoping that this would end soon.

After Mu Yu was swept into the torrent of time and space, it seemed to enter a chaotic and boundless world. All around him was endless darkness and nothingness, only the torrent was shuttling wantonly, like invisible chains, binding him tightly. He couldn't struggle, he couldn't resist, he could only let himself be caught up in it.

His body tossed and writhed through this torrent, as if it was traversing countless spaces and times. His mind began to get confused, not knowing where he was or when he would be teleported where. His consciousness gradually blurred, as if he was disconnected from the real world, and fell into a state of nothingness.

The surrounding scene is constantly changing, one moment is the starry universe, the other is the bottomless abyss, and the other is the hell burning with fire. The sights quickly switched between them before his eyes, making him feel dizzy and unable to distinguish between the real and the fake.

He was adrift in this torrent of time and space, not knowing when he would stop. His heart was filled with fear and helplessness, but he knew that only by persevering could he find a way out.

He only had time to let out a cry of terror before he was swallowed up by a merciless torrent. His body was pulled by a tremendous force, constantly shuttling through time and space. In front of his eyes, the scenery is changing rapidly, as if he is in a kaleidoscope, dizzying.

He saw the ancient Great Wall, and in an instant, he came to the future city, and then he was transported to a different world full of fantasy. Each place seems to be an independent time and space, each with its own rules and scenery. His heart beat like a crazy drumbeat, beating at an accelerated pace, each beating accompanied by unknown fear and wonder.

He tried to struggle, tried to control his destiny, but to no avail. He is like a grain of sand carried by a torrent, and he is involuntarily taken to an unknown distance. His mind was filled with confusion and fear, not knowing where he would be taken or when he would be free.

In this endless time and space shuttle, Mu Yu felt that his existence gradually became nothing. He began to wonder if he still existed, or if he had been erased by the torrent of space. All his perceptions seemed to be blurred and distant, only the endless fear and helplessness wrapped tightly around his heart.

Just when Mu Yu was about to fall into complete despair, the torrent of time and space suddenly stopped. He found himself in a strange place, a vast wilderness, the sky taking on a deep blue, and a few white clouds floating leisurely in the air. His body felt a lighter and more serene than it had ever been, as if he had just gone through a long, thrilling dream.

However, Mu Yu knew that all this was not a dream. He took a deep breath, trying to calm the panic inside. He realizes that he has been taken to an unknown place by the torrent of time and space, and that there is still a long way to go, and he needs to face it bravely.

He felt a wave of vertigo, as if the whole world was spinning. The surrounding light flickered on and off, as if passing through a different time tunnel. His body was involuntarily pulled by a powerful force, constantly shuttling through time and space.

It was as if he had seen countless scenes, some of them strange planets, some of them ancient cities, and some of them of the future world. The scenes flashed before his eyes, too fast for him to capture. He felt as if he had been thrown into an endless dream and could not wake up.

He didn't know where he had been swept up or when he would stop. He could only let this force pull him through the torrent of time and space. In the process, he felt that his existence became insignificant, as if he was just a tiny speck of dust that had been swept up in this endless journey of time and space.

He began to feel frightened and helpless, but he knew that he had to persevere. He had to find a way out, find a place to belong. So, he began to search hard for the patterns in the torrent of time and space, hoping to find a place to stop.

Mu Yu was quietly suspended in the endless nothingness, surrounded by chaotic darkness, and the torrent of time and space was like an endless ocean, churning with endless waves. Huge forces continued to impact his body, causing him to be teleported uncontrollably. His consciousness was blurred in violent shocks, and with each flicker, it seemed as if he had traveled through a thousand years of time.

He couldn't see the sun, moon and stars, the earth and mountains, only the torrent of time and space, which took him through the unknown void. It was as if he had been swallowed up by endless darkness, and as if he had been thrown into the endless abyss by an invisible force. His heartbeat reverberated through the chaotic nothingness, becoming the only voice that attested to his existence.

He didn't know where he had been swept away, nor what the road ahead would be. Every flicker can be a new beginning or an unknown end. He wandered in this endless torrent of time and space, looking for that glimmer of hope, looking forward to finding his own home.

It's as if you've traveled through a different time tunnel. His body was involuntarily carried by the torrent, constantly tumbling, sometimes being thrown into the air, sometimes being pulled into the abyss.

He couldn't control his direction, and could only let this mysterious force take him through an unknown time and space. He saw ancient battlefields, futuristic cities, and even scenes of parallel worlds. These images flashed before his eyes one by one, dazzling him, unable to distinguish between reality and illusion.

He didn't know where he had been swept up or when he would be able to stop. In this boundless torrent of time and space, he felt his own insignificance and powerlessness. He could only close his eyes, try his best to adapt to this force, and wait for an unknown fate to come.

He saw countless scenes, as if he had traveled through countless years in a short instant. He saw ancient dinosaurs roaming the jungle and futuristic cities floating between the stars. He saw war and peace, prosperity and decay, everything flashed quickly before his eyes.

He felt his body being torn apart, as if it was about to be torn to pieces by the torrent of space. His breath was short, his heart was racing, and his fear was getting stronger. He didn't know where he would be swept away, and he didn't know if he would be able to return to his original world.