Lin Xiuwen walked in a ruin, his eyes kept sweeping around.

Yucheng followed behind Lin Xiuwen step by step, although he was surprised by Lin Xiuwen's behavior, it was not something he could care about.

Lin Xiuwen let go of his juniors and sisters, and even treated their injuries casually. Otherwise, even if Lin Xiuwen let them go, with the severity of their injuries, in this broken handwriting, they would almost definitely die.

Since then, Yucheng has sold himself to Lin Xiuwen. He just followed behind Lin Xiuwen and remained silent most of the time, unless Lin Xiuwen took the initiative to talk to him.

Lin Xiuwen was also happy to see this, and didn't say anything.

"Strange, why not?"

Lin Xiuwen was extremely puzzled, before entering the ruins, he obviously saw through the phantom of the ruins that there was a giant sword hidden here, and there was also a sword immortal sitting here.

But he searched here for many days, but still found no trace of him.

Shaking his head and sighing, Lin Xiuwen didn't plan to continue looking.

"Let's go. ”

Lin Xiuwen turned his head and said to Yucheng on the side.

Yu Cheng nodded and followed behind Lin Xiuwen in silence.

The two figures gradually walked away and disappeared.

After they left, the space distorted.

A huge sword suddenly appeared, and this giant sword was plunged straight into the spirit crystal earth, and in front of the giant sword sat a gray-clothed young man.

The young man stood up and looked in the direction where Lin Xiuwen and the two were leaving, and was silent.

"You're here, and I'm supposed to go. ”

He muttered to himself.

After a moment, he turned his head to look at the giant sword behind him and said, "Old man, would you like to fight with me again?"

"Buzz"

The greatsword was spiritual, humming, as if in response to his master.

The sword intent soared into the sky, as if to make the sky collapse, make the enemy cold, and make the enemy sink.

"Let's go, old man. ”

With a humming sound, the giant sword continued to shrink, turning into a normal size, and automatically formed a scabbard that landed on the back of the gray-clothed youth.

The gray-clothed young man grabbed it casually, and suddenly a huge crack appeared in the void, and he stepped into it, and his figure disappeared.

The huge crack vanished in an instant, as if nothing had happened.

Lin Xiuwen stopped abruptly and looked back at this side. After a long silence, he shook his head and continued on his way.

The gray-clothed young man tore through the space all the way, shuttled through the void, and didn't know how many realms he penetrated, and finally landed on a continent.

The gray-clothed young man carried the divine sword on his back and walked slowly on this land, his expression full of reminiscence.

This continent is so special that it is the origin of the world, and it has always been inaccessible.

Before him, there were only a handful of people who could get here, and even fewer who could leave alive.

He didn't plan to leave alive when he came this time.

There was no sign of people on the earth, and it was full of blood. The earth is bloody, the sky is bloody, everything is bloody.

The gray-clothed young man looked up.

In the sky, a huge crack hung silently there, and you could see that at the edge of the crack, there were drops of red liquid.

It is this liquid that stains the sky red. This is the liquid that stains the earth red.

The whole continent is extremely silent, there is no sound, there is no life, the heavens and the earth are silent, like the world of death.

Silence, bleakness, and silence are the themes of this world, and the whole continent is only slaughtered.

That's the blood of heaven!

The gray-clothed young man looked at the crack, his expression was full of reminiscence, and his eyes were full of coldness, and his eyes were extremely cold. It's as if he has some deep hatred with someone.

The crimson of the sky is the blood of the sky, but the crimson of the earth also has his own blood.

He came here to find him to settle the score.

I heard that this continent was originally very beautiful. It's just that he hasn't seen its beauty either. I've just heard about it from other people's mouths.

However, the man who told him that it was beautiful here was also dead.

The crimson of the ground, and his blood.

He was also buried in this blood-colored continent by time.

Time is long, let you be peerless, traversing the eternal, and after all, it has been buried by the years.

After all eternity, I am the only one who remains.

Now, I'm back.

The man once said that this place hides a shocking secret, but unfortunately, he no longer bothered to know it.

Either he dies or he dies.

Do you know it, what does it matter?

But no matter what, the young man in gray is still full of awe here.

Reverence for life, reverence for comrades-in-arms, reverence for the enemy, and reverence for oneself.

"You have to grow up quickly, if I lose, you must come early!"

He muttered to himself, and he didn't know who to speak.

"I'm finally back, and I can't remember how many times. But I thought, no matter what, I'll come back. ”

This continent is very eerie, full of weirdness and horror, and some extremely unusual aura. But the young man in gray was not affected in the slightest, he walked on the ground step by step, leaving rows of footprints.

If someone can see it, they will see that every footprint is the same shade, as if it were machined. Dao Dao sword qi was intertwined in it, faintly hiding the existence of terror.

This blood-colored world, if there are more skeletons and the temperature is lowered, I am afraid it will become the legendary ghost domain.

Here, cold, desperate.

The man said that this was caused by the changes in heaven and earth. The gray-clothed young man didn't believe it, he thought that it was probably because the blood dripping from the sky had polluted the world, causing the mutation.

The young man in gray walked among the ruins, and every step he took was silent. Leaving a row of footprints that connect the two worlds.

He walked unhurriedly, unhurriedly, just walking, light and calm, unfazed. is like a true immortal in the desert, and his temperament cannot be hidden.

The edge is exposed, like an unsheathed sword.

Dressed in gray clothes without wind, there is no wind, and the hunting sounds. He is also gathering momentum, and he is terrified, but he can't trigger it.

The big game was just around the corner, and he tried to make himself the best he could be.

If he can get out alive, of course he will not dislike that he can live, after all, no one will be in a hurry to die.

Perhaps, but it won't be him.

The man said that three people had gone out alive. The man was also in high spirits, he thought he would be the fourth, but he didn't expect to fail.

Buried here, buried in time.

The young man in gray didn't know that he could become the fourth person at any time, but he didn't want to go, after all, he had greater expectations.

Dreams are always there, after all, a life without dreams is an incomplete life.

If you don't have a dream, what's the difference between it and salted fish?

The gray-clothed young man showed reminiscence in his eyes, and his youth was so good. At that time, I could dream every day.

The days of dreams are beautiful, after all, you can fight for your dreams.

What if the dream comes true?

In the void, a blood-colored face suddenly appeared.

The gray-clothed young man paused, stopped there, and looked at him coldly.

"You're here?"

The blood-colored face spoke.

The gray-clothed young man nodded and said, "Yes, I'm here, are you ready?"

"Why are you doing this? We have no grievances and no hatred, why are you so persistent because of an ant? Can't fight, I'll let you go, let you leave this chaotic space, okay?"

The blood-colored face showed a touch of helplessness, and he had to discuss it with the gray young man. It really can't help it, it's a madman. He could easily leave this chaotic space, but he was reluctant to leave, so he had to stay and fight him.

If you are an ordinary person, you will die, but you are just here to die.

But the stunned young man in front of him has the ability to be as long as him.

What's more, he really doesn't want to be his enemy at the moment.

He had a terrible headache.

"Hehe, ants, you are just a butterfly all the time, what qualifications do you have to look down on me and other sentient beings? Without me, where did you get the power to grow and evolve? Since you took her away from me back then, we have been in an endless relationship, do you think that you can change my mind with a few words? ridiculous!"

Of course, the young man in gray knew that the other party didn't want to be his enemy, but he took his woman's life, and he still wanted him to pretend that nothing happened?

That's too much to underestimate him.

He pointed at him and slashed at him. In an instant, the blood-colored face vanished.

"You'll regret it!"

Only a roar was left, swaying between heaven and earth.

The blood-colored face dispersed, of course he didn't think that the other party was dead, it was just a phantom of the other party.

The gray youth paused for a moment, and then set out on the journey again.

He walked forward unhurriedly and calmly. In fact, the appearance of the blood-colored face did not have the idea of disturbing his state of mind.

Of course, he will not let the other party's premeditated plan come true.

The master has made a move, and the victory or defeat is no longer in the game, but outside the game.

As we move on, the road ahead is no longer smooth, but potholes. In the pitted grooves, there is also a backlog of bright red blood.

This is the blood left by a master at the immortal level, which will not fade over the years and will not coagulate into dark red mottled bloodstains.

In the blood and water, there are still wisps of rhyme.

This is the trace of the peerless master's condensation in their blood.

The gray-clothed young man stopped again and looked in front of him.

In the potholed blood-red blood water, a streamer appeared, and gradually turned into a figure. This person's eyes are extraordinarily bright, and his ink-black eyes seem to fit into the whole world. The figure was mottled with light and shadow, because of his presence, not even the light was distorted.

The young man in white was well-dressed and walked slowly, he stepped on the blood all over the ground without any scruples, but he couldn't touch the red of a star.

He is a true immortal in the nine heavens, who falls into the mortal dust, does not eat fireworks, and does not stir up dust.

"You're here?"

The man in white walked leisurely, wandering alone, his face was full of feelings, with memories in his eyes, looking at the young man in gray, countless pictures flashed in his eyes.

These pictures are also reflected in the eyes of the young man in gray, as if there are thousands of lives inside.

He greeted the young man in gray very casually, and the two of them seemed to be familiar with each other.

"I'm coming. ”

The gray-clothed young man nodded, and he was not surprised at all when he saw him.

"Are you sure?"

The young man in white asked.

The gray-clothed young man shook his head and said slowly, "I have a sword, I want to ask him." ”

He paused and continued, "You know, I'm a sword cultivator!"

The young man in white nodded, smiled, and said, "I forgot, you are different from me. ”

The young man in white knew that he had asked too much. Jian Xiu only has a sword in his heart, how can he tolerate anything else, a sword out, he doesn't ask about the victory or defeat, he only asks.

Chaowen said, Xi can die. This is sword cultivation, pure, is the characteristic of sword cultivation.

"You're here, and I'm supposed to go too. ”

The man in white laughed.

"I know. The gray-clothed young man nodded and said, "If I die, I will also replace you." ”

He looked at the figure that radiated a bright light, his face was in a trance, and he didn't know if he would really succeed him.

"I miss her. ”

The young man in white had tears in his eyes, his eyes were full of reminiscence, joy, anger, sorrow, and longing.

The young man in gray looked at her quietly, how could he not be like this? He was the only one except the sword, but unfortunately, even she was taken away.

She thought of the young girl who called him a nerd by the stream in the mountain village. It was her youthful and lively, delicate and lovely, he was as rich as jade, and his literary brilliance was flying.

I thought it would be a happy ending, but it's a pity that creation makes people.

Is there a fate?

The young man in gray scoffed.

He didn't believe that he and her were destined to be inseparable, if not, how could they meet? If they were inseparable, how could they know and love each other?

He didn't believe in fate, let alone accept it.

If he had to force him to accept his fate, he could only reason with the sword in his hand.

The sky is blocked, and the sword is asked. When the earth comes to block, when the sword is held, and the earth is discussed.

He looked at the young man in white, how could he not be like this back then?

Didn't he die for the same purpose?

How much did they pay for this one purpose?

The gray-clothed young man shook his head, throwing away distracting thoughts, he took one step at a time, his battle intent was like frost, like a sharp sword out of its sheath.

Raising momentum before fighting, and now it has become a trend.

The young man in white nodded when he saw this scene, and he smiled: "In this way, I can go with a lot of peace of mind!"

He looked at the gray-clothed young man, his eyebrows were like swords, his spirit was like a blade, and he had only an invincible posture. This is a world-famous sword immortal, only stronger than himself back then. It seems that there is a little more hope for success.

"Hahaha......"

The young man in white burst out laughing, and he seemed extremely cheerful and free.

Back then, he dominated the world, the gods were like jade, heaven and earth, nine heavens and ten earths, who could match him?

What is the invincible posture of the emperor?

He is the living word.

He represents the invincible and emperor-like posture of the world!

Now, his last remnants are gone, though not completely. The young man in gray was still inexplicably sad.

"Don't worry, I won't let you really disappear. ”

He said softly, but in a deep and solemn tone.

The young man in white nodded, his eyes were extremely bright, and the corners of his mouth rose: "If you live, I won't die!"

The gray-clothed young man nodded and said, "I have a sword, ask him, and ask yourself." ”

"I have been undefeated in my life, suppressing the heavens, invincible for eternity, even if I face him, I am only equal. If not...... How can I lose?"

The man in white shook his head.

"I met him and he grew up very well and very quickly. ”

The young man in gray said.

The young man in white nodded, and the young man in gray appeared here, indicating that he also appeared. One of his eyes seemed to be able to see through the Endless Void and the Eternal Years, where there were two figures.

The picture in his eyes was reflected, and the gray-clothed young man could see where his gaze had landed—it was a figure in white.

"He's a lot like you. ”

The young man in gray said.

"Huh. ”

The young man in white smiled without saying a word, his smile was a little playful. He nodded to the gray-clothed young man, and took one step, the mountains and rivers were small, like a drop in the ocean.

"I want to take a good look at the handsome mountains and rivers that I have walked with you. ”

After a shuttle, the figure of the young man in white became lighter and lighter, becoming transparent, and seemed to be composed entirely of light particles.

He didn't care, he kept stepping, shuttling through the nine heavens and ten earths, the heavens and all the worlds, he took one step, it was the endless starry sky, and countless mountains and rivers were like flower scrolls, which appeared one by one in front of his eyes.

One after another.

With a book in his hand and a hand behind his back, he kept walking forward like a scholar on the same road.

In one village, he stood in a wooden house by the stream, looking at a family opposite, his eyes full of affection. At this time, he was a little depressed and sad.

"That's where I met the best. If I hadn't met you, my life might not have been so exciting. ”

He picked up a jug of wine and poured it into his mouth.

It's a pity that his body has become more and more transparent, and the wine has turned into a stream of water, shuttling between his bodies.

He shook his head and smiled self-deprecatingly. After a few moments, his figure disappeared in place.

When he reappeared, his figure landed on a bamboo raft.

The fishermen on the bamboo raft didn't seem to see him, but just supported the raft with bamboo poles on their own.

The young man in white looked at this landscape, his eyes were gloomy and full of reminiscence. There was no more hatred in his eyes, and now he was going to go, and all dust was to dust, and all dust was to dust.

What he needed to do back then, what he could do, has been done.

Now he is just a remnant soul that only races against time and exists in the moment. He just wanted to think about her for a minute and a second, a breath, even if it was just one thought.

He was now on the raft, and it was here that she lay in his arms, closing her eyes forever.

Like a flower, withering in the bleak autumn, although he tried his best to keep it, there was no way to stop her withering.

Reminiscing about the past, and her story, it will always be so vivid and beautiful.

Even if he did everything for her, he didn't hesitate.

"Where love is, there is no turning back. ”

He muttered to himself.

All his life, he has been chasing this relationship and chasing her. It's a pity that all his life, at this time, there is no result after all.

But there is no need to regret it, two figures and two faces appeared in his mind. He smiled, and the smile was so bright that it was as dazzling as a galaxy.

They will definitely win and finish what they haven't done.

He saw those two figures, and he was full of confidence.

is the same youth as him back then, the same spirit, but has a brighter future than him.

They will be victorious.

Their future is their own bright future.

He poured the wine into his mouth, and even though it was scattered and landed on the raft, he felt extremely happy.

"Hahaha...... When you sing about wine, life is ...... I will definitely be back...... Hahahaha......"

In his hearty laughter, the light and shadow on his body turned into quicksand, and his body gradually blurred and dissipated with the wind.

The gray-clothed young man looked through the void, speechless, his hand tightly gripping his sword.