"Jian Nantian, there is a sword, come and ask the Lord of Heaven!"

Jian Nantian sat high on the silver dragon. The horizontal sword is in front, and the sword qi comes out through the sword like silver frost and snow.

The silver dragon carried him like a touch of silver light around the emperor for 90,000 miles, and the sword qi stretched for 90,000 miles in an instant with the silver light.

The layers of sword qi converged like a great wall around the emperor, the emperor stared at the sword qi in front of him, his face was solemn, and the light on his body that was suppressed by the law struggled to shine again

Jian Nantian's extremely light and straight sword eyebrows were erected, and the long sword in front of him trembled like a dragon's roar. He stared at the long sword in front of him and said aloud.

"This sword is 90,000 miles long. ”

He slowly raised his sword, and the 90,000 li sword qi that circled and stacked suddenly straightened, turning into a sword qi silver practice that spanned the entire heaven and earth, and slashed at the supreme of the Six Realms in front of him.

"Wow"

The sword qi swept through, slashing out a slender light of 90,000 miles in the chaotic heaven and earth, cutting the entire world in two.

"Bang" or "click", all the words that describe sound can hardly describe the sound at that moment, or no one hears anything, but everyone automatically hears the sound of something like something breaking that they have heard before.

This little world is disconnected.

It became two paragraphs.

crashed into the mortal world first, and with Ye Mingke's end, he fell into the mortal world at a faster speed.

And the end that has an emperor and has not yet crashed into the mortal world remains outside the mortal world, and crashes into the chaotic space in the six realms.

Ye Mingke, who was held in the palm of the long-legged half-tree giant, suddenly looked back, but only saw a man and a dragon crossing the line of light to meet the emperor's final decisive back again.

Although the emperor retreated in time, the light on his body was still cut open by the sword, and one part of the luxurious imperial clothes on his body was cut by the sword qi.

Moreover, he raised his head and looked at the boundary between the two worlds, his gaze majestic.

A giant cyan hand suddenly poured out of that boundary and attacked him, and at the same time, one by one, the figures blooming with divine light suddenly rushed into the cracks in the small world like a round of small suns.

Booming like thunder, a roar of rage rang out in this ruined world.

"Emperor of Heaven, today is the day of your death"

The divine light bloomed, and one after another the spells that burned the mountains and boiled the sea roared and killed him.

Jian Nantian, who was sitting on top of the silver dragon and rushed towards him, his face was as pale as paper, and he also crossed the sword in front of him again, and the sword qi came out through the sword, and it was thousands of miles long in an instant.

"Emperor Qing, the heavens are rebellious, they are all here. It seems that he wants to take advantage of the fact that Lone has not been suppressed by the Emperor's edict and leave Lone here. ”

The thunder strike was coming, but the emperor was still calm, shaking the emperor's clothes lightly, and brushing away the dust and cracks on the emperor's clothes.

"However, you are counting lonely, do you know that lone is not counting you?"

He suddenly raised his head and met the vast crowd of enemies in front of him.

"Do you know what the Emperor of Heaven is, and what is a flawless exercise?"

"Boom"

This small world trembled violently, disintegrating, and falling into the bottomless chaos below.

In the shattered and disintegrating world, one after another thousands of feet of divine light fell and extinguished, and pieces of land were shattered.

The swordsman's remnant sword was finally broken......

The silver dragon could no longer bear the people she loved......

Everything is falling, falling, falling into absolute eternal chaos and darkness.

......

"Yin Ling, why do you keep following me for so many years?"

"It's the first time in so many years that you've called me by my name. Have you finally forgiven me?"

"I don't know. Some are habits. I'm not used to calling you by your name. Because in those years we didn't need to call each other by name, and whenever I spoke, I could only say it to you, and only you listened. ”

"I don't know if I hate you in my heart, I know that I can't blame you for her death, but sometimes hate is so unreasonable, even I can't control it. ”

"The only thing I know is that I'm used to your presence and can't do without it, like ...... You can't do without my sword. ”

A swordsman said to a woman that he couldn't do without her, just as he couldn't do without his sword.

It's an easy phrase to beat, but it's really the most emotional love word of a swordsman.

This is also the only love word in the life of this silent man.

"That's enough. ”

Long Yinling whispered in the final darkness.

That's enough.

After so many years, with his words, this is enough.

Many, many years ago, there was a little female dragon in the dragon clan named Silver Spirit.

As the most noble frost dragon in the dragon clan's ice dragon, he doesn't like the glaciers, cold life and strict rules where the clan lives, but likes to wear the most fiery red dress, go to the most lively place, and cause the biggest disaster.

But it is dangerous to get into trouble and in places with a lot of people. That time, her body was taken by the enemy, and only a wisp of dragon soul remained, secretly attached to a mortal boy killer named Sword.

This killer is boring and cold.

He has no friends or relatives in his world, only suddenly has a her, and there is a little problem with talking to himself.

A killer on the verge of death, a little dragon that can be said to have died, just coexisted with each other step by step through hardships and survived.

They walked countless paths together, and she guided him to the path of cultivation, and he helped her kill the enemies who had taken her body.

She gradually finds herself falling in love with this silent and resolute sword-wielding boy.

But she is his relative, teacher, and friend, but she can't be his beloved wife.

His wife has a gentle nature like water and a face that is pouring into the world. But he was just a mortal who couldn't cultivate, a person who only had a hundred years of life for the dragon clan.

Of course, she was jealous of that woman, hated her, and even thought more than once about killing that fragile woman who could be killed with just a gentle stretch of her hand.

So when the woman in gorgeous clothes and beautiful makeup asked her to kill her, Long Yinling admitted that she was moved.

The woman that night was extremely gorgeous, like a flower blooming to the extreme.

She is beautiful, but she is getting old, and her beautiful face will soon be gone.

She knew that swordsmen never grew old, so she didn't want to grow old either.

She didn't want to end up giving the swordsman the impression that she was old and ugly, so she chose to die in her most beautiful moment.

She begged Long Yinling to kill her, and she knew she wanted to kill her.

Long Yinling hesitated, until the woman ended her life by herself in front of her, she was still hesitating.

Long Yinling could never deny that the woman's death had nothing to do with herself, because the reason why she didn't save that woman was the sympathy and fulfillment of her as a woman, and her desire to hope that the swordsman would return to her side earlier.

But she also has the jealousy of wanting to kill that woman.

The woman with a gentle personality is as gentle as water, but in fact, she has the most passionate and selfish side in the face of love.

She used her gorgeous death to make Jian Nantian never forget her again. Let Long Yinling and Jian Nantian always have a thorn in their hearts.

Thus, having that man forever.

Long Yinling always felt guilty about Jian Nantian, because he really wanted to kill the woman he loved the most, and Jian Nantian couldn't completely let go, because she was present but didn't make a move.

He didn't blame anyone, he just left alone.

Long Yinling didn't let him alone, but followed him shyly, because she was afraid that as soon as he left, they would be like broken threads and kites, and they would never be connected again.

She has been following him, following him to heaven and earth, and even following him into the biggest chaos in the Six Realms for his brother, and even dying with him.

followed him and brought up a child named Ye Mingke in the posture of a remnant soul.

In the end, follow him into deeper and deeper darkness and death for the sake of their child.

Follow him, and that's enough.

She doesn't want to forget about each other, she wants to accompany him forever, no matter what kind of posture she takes.

That's enough.

......

The long-legged half-tree giant took Ye Mingke to dodge the layers of spatial cracks, and even the space fragments that collapsed, and avoided the siege of many immortal soldiers and gods, running wildly all the way.

The half-tree giant was very fast, he only had a pair of long legs, but all the fairy ships, gods, and even flying swords could not catch up with him.

But as time went on, it became more and more difficult for him to hide.

Because the small world that is gradually collapsing is getting smaller and smaller.

It is also because with the deeper and deeper impact of the Emperor's edict on this world, the speed of many gods and demons has slowed down. The speed gap between the half-tree giant and the other immortal gods had narrowed, and it was also very difficult to deal with more and more spatial cracks.

His other arm had been cut and devoured by the spatial crack that he couldn't dodge, and the other shoulder had been bitten by another crack, and several flying swords exuding a strong aura came out of his back.

But the crack on his face, which had no facial features, like a smile, never changed, and the long legs that had been moving all the time seemed to be not tired, and they kept running wildly. In the midst of death and terror, he tightly guarded the young man in his palm who had been looking at him worriedly with the sword box and the wooden sword in his hand, but he couldn't help at all.

He ran forward as hard as he could, but his speed gradually slowed down, and at this time, the remnants of the demon army, which were already weaker than the immortal soldiers, had almost been annihilated.

Countless gods came to kill them.

PS.

I don't know if it's appropriate to insert such an entangled love story in the middle of a fierce battle, and I don't know if it's inappropriate to choose a simple narrative method like the author's confession, but I love this story, and I don't want to give up on it, a story that I have conceived since the beginning of the first volume but have never had the opportunity to tell.

I've done my best to think and express it, but like this story, there are many stories that express regret in this volume.

He always suffers from the thinness of the pen, the incongruity of the structure and the clumsiness of the expression.

I'm sorry for my story, the lovely people in my story, and my dear reader friends.

I'm so sorry.

I will speed up the pace and try to grow.

(Attached: The sword is 90,000 miles long, inspired by the introduction of "The Most Proud in the World")