One word is wonderful, and naturally it is wonderful in this world. The spring rain, accompanied by the slight sound of falling wind, drifted all over the sky, and I am afraid that this battle will not stop if it does not stop.

There is a red sun rising in the east, sprinkling the soft brilliance in the figures, making the red light full of the curtain, and also making the flowers bloom more green and dripping.

This Dao figure has a variety of expressions and postures. Some of them are standing, some are sitting, and some are recumbent.

There was a raging fire burning all over them. It's a black firework, and even this rain can't get rid of it.

These are all black, but in the eyes of those ten thousand figures, they are burning with other colors.

Blue, red, gold, pink, silver, yin and yang, purple are all visible. There is also a rolling red dust flying, a wind and moon surging.

They were of different colors, and they were all in darkness. But it only takes one glance to be able to see it. It's just that these lights are so dazzling.

These rays of light were scattered all over the place of the candle flame, and the common surge made the lamp burn even more.

This is a fire that burns and brings up waves of qi. Igniting sentient beings with sentient beings makes the fire of sentient beings even stronger.

With the lighting of the lamp, the breath on the woman in white became even more majestic.

She raised her head, dressed in white, and in an instant, a fire was also ignited. At her feet, the yin and yang paved the way, and in this way, the light is bright, but everything is still.

Whether it's the wind, the snow, or the light, it's all frozen in an instant.

The Lord of the Netherworld lowered his head, looking at the yin and yang of the heavens and the earth, and a pair of beautiful eyes flickering.

She knew it was a short period of stillness, then there would be ups and downs, and then there would be a storm.

It's the rhythm of changing days.

The bridge of yin and yang, the end of the continuation, is at her feet.

"What a good one, please enter the urn. The Nether Lord turned his head to look behind him again.

This is not only the road ahead, but also the road back. It is frozen at rest.

This is neither advance nor retreat. In the retreat, there will be a storm.

Dilemma, but is this really the case? This is the Lord of the Netherworld, after all. He is the strongest man in the nine heavens and ten earths.

Ever since she appeared here, she had a faint smile on her face. When I saw this scene, my smile suddenly became even bigger.

"That's pretty much it!"

The woman in the yellow dress smiled and spoke, she finally felt an extremely strong sense of oppression.

She knew that this was the moment when the person on the other side was at his peak. After hearing the Tao, the person's sword finally got the rhyme, so that the slash of the sword after that was no longer accumulated by Yuehua, but from the power of the supreme divine weapon.

She had long heard of the sword's might, and she had seen with her own eyes how powerful it was. But I never thought that one day, I would be able to meet in person.

Are you afraid? Surely not. Not to mention that the current Nine Heavens Xuanjian is just a remnant soldier, even if it is at its peak, she will not be afraid.

She has a strong self-confidence because she is not alone.

Even though she was alone, she was never alone. Behind her stood a man. With that man's presence, she had never been afraid. Although she didn't know if the man was dead or alive, and whether he still existed in this world.

Even in the face of the catastrophe that made people desperate, he was so and without fear.

She has been through so much, how can she be afraid of the sword that has not yet appeared?

"Wait for you to draw your sword. ”

She spoke softly again, and stood still.

The lights are blazing, and all the colors are lit up in them. All kinds of gorgeous, but also all silent. Although there were many figures in this heaven and earth, none of them made any sound.

The word that appeared in the heavens and the earth was extremely dim. The light that had been emitted has been almost completely dispersed.

The dispersion of these rays lies in the fact that they come to the bodies of those figures, making those originally faint figures more and more substantial.

It didn't take long for these figures to be completely indistinguishable from real people.

One word is wonderful, turning sentient beings into self. This is no longer the power of others, but the power of oneself.

This moment, though still brief. But it's his own real strength.

This is the way to do the future and the way to do it for the present.

The woman in white stretched out her hand again and pressed it to her waist.

At this moment, there was a sword ringing, and then ten thousand swords contended.

There is a sword machine bursting out, but there is no awe, but it is like a spring breeze. In the midst of the blossoming branches, there was grass growing in the lake, and the wind and the sun were clear, and in the sound of the sword, the sun set and drummed.

The clouds are clear and the rain is less, because the rolling red mist in the sky and earth constitutes a sunset afterglow, and there is green shade, full of the yin and yang road to the end of the world.

Yin and yang are chaotic, and it is not this vast universe that is chaotic. Rather, in the heart of the Huangsang woman.

With the bloom of greenery, the sky is melted with winter snow. And the majestic vitality of the Netherworld.

The woman in white closed her eyes again, masking his. Think back to that sword again.

Chu Cheng had seen that sword twice, and one sword was in the Seven Domains of the Human World and the Great Luo Domain to fight with the Buddha Emperor. That battle was the first time Xue Yu had made a sword. That sword was slashed out of his body, immersive. But after all, it is not the sword at the peak of Snow Rumor.

The second sword he saw was not the strongest sword in the true sense of the word, but it was the strongest when he stepped into the last great world.

He seemed to be standing in the past, raising his hand again, raising his sword and slashing. There is a sword qi that seems to have come from the eternal era in an instant, making the universe dyed with moon frost.

A frost in the red dust wind and moon. Sword after sword, ten thousand swords roared.

Every figure raised their hands and slashed forward, and the light was bright. It's just that these ten thousand swords draw a line, all in one point, as if there is only one sword.

In the whole heaven and earth, only this sword remains. The momentum is calm and calm, but it can be reversed with a sword. Let all things in the world, which no longer rotate, turn again.

The law returned, and once again there was a wonder. The silver sword machine turned into yin and yang in an instant. A destruction, and then quietly accumulating.

This sword can indeed make the starry sky full of life. But this vitality is not destruction. Rather, they die in life and become the feedback of heaven and earth.

There was still no momentum, no sound.

At this moment, all beings in the world held their breath and looked at the sword without blinking.

Including the two most powerful people in the Seven Realms of the Divine Domain, as well as the ten strongest people outside the Realm.

Until the heaven and earth are covered by yin and yang. Only then did they speak in a trembling voice.

"This battle is finally coming to an end. Which one wins or who loses?"

The next moment, destruction, is coming.