The Luoxia Plain ushered in the brilliant golden sunset at dusk.

The blue-blue sky gradually turns orange, and then to a non-dazzling golden yellow.

Unpredictable fiery clouds spread across the sky, and the sun slowly sets.

Under the golden clouds of the orange sun, Luoxia Yuan showed her posture of moving Zhongzhou.

The beautiful scenery of the good day is moving.

On the noisy battlefield, stacks of corpses were glued together in piles.

Hundreds of stream-like streams of red blood flowed slowly, soaking the dead grass of late autumn.

Chu Chou's figure was infinitely elongated by the setting sun, and the bleak golden color surrounded him, he still folded his hands on his sleeves, sometimes grinning, sometimes frowning, sometimes his eyes were dull and cloudy, and sometimes his eyes were wise and sober.

Zhao Zhishui spent a whole day fighting near him, so there was not a single sword, sword, or crossbow that could get close to Chu Chou's body.

When the dim and brilliant golden sunset fell into Chu Chou's eyes, he raised his head.

"The romance of our generation of rivers and lakes has not completely faded, how can you let your generation of rivers and lakes carry the suffering?"

In that generation of rivers and lakes, he had friends and brothers, people he loved and loved him, there were many good or not beautiful things, he deeply recalled, a day's work, still not enough to recall, but he thought of her in that generation of rivers and lakes, and felt that it was enough.

He still clasped his sleeves with his hands, and his somewhat wide green shirt swayed slightly in the wind, and his expression was calm and light.

"Spring and autumn don't cross you, the avenue doesn't cross you, luck doesn't cross you, mountains and seas don't cross you. I'm crossing. ”

Chu Chou squinted at the sunset that was about to sink in the west, his long figure actually looked a little rickety, and his back began to hunch, but he didn't care, he just said slowly: "Raise the sword!"

The strongest sword in the world was born.

More than 100 years of spirit, spit it out.

The sky shook, and the avenue trembled.

It's silent.

At this time, all the people in the world who used swords raised their heads as if they had sensed and looked in the direction of Luoxia Plain.

Subsequently, the swords of all the swordsmen and sword cultivators were unsheathed on their own, and they flew away like a dragon's roar.

This is a song of fierce sword roar, and it is also a magnificent sea of long swords.

Long swords from all parts of the world and all directions in Kyushu constantly soared into the air, and then converged in the air.

Such as a drop of water, a puddle of water, a stream, a rushing sword river!

In the end, under the attention of everyone in Zhongzhou, the sword river composed of countless long swords rushed in, and then gathered together to form an endless sea of heavenly swords!

It was only then that people reacted to what was going on - the Kyushu swordsman raised his sword together!

People looked at the endless sea of swords in the sky as if they were demented, and all those who saw this scene could never forget this picture that has been passed down for thousands of years.

The mighty, roaring sea of swords enveloped most of the Luoxia Plains, and then sprinkled the world like a downpour.

All the Imperial armor soldiers stopped attacking, or rather forgot to attack, and they couldn't help but stare at the sea of swords that smashed into the world in the air.

Several imperial emperors were also stunned and at a loss.

Those legendary-level powerhouses in the rivers and lakes are no longer fighting.

Zhao Zhishui staggered and ran towards Chu Chou, and cried out in a heart-splitting voice: "Master, Master, Master......!"

Jun sent the world full of snow.

Chu Chou has a rickety figure and a hundred pale hair, but his face is still the same as it was back then.

Zhao Zhishui staggered to Chu Chou's side, supported Chu Chou, and said silently: "Master...... Master, no...... Don't go ......"

Chu Chou turned his head, shook his head, smiled slightly, and said in a hoarse voice: "Zhishui, the master said that there is no banquet that will not be dispersed, you and I have a master and apprentice, after all, I owe you a lot." Don't blame Master......"

Chu Chou gently touched Zhao Zhishui's head, just as she was very young back then, every time she was naughty, Chu Chou just smiled and touched her head.

Zhao Zhishui sobbed, her voice trembled, panicked, frightened, overwhelmed, and a little strong: "Master, do you know? I like you!"

"Silly boy. Chu Chou smiled faintly, his expression still gentle.

He turned his head and took a few steps forward, no longer rolling his sleeves like an old man, he held out his hand. Because in a trance, he seemed to see a woman in white holding a white lilac, tilting her head and eyebrows and smiling at him.

The sea of swords in the sky sprinkled on the earth, and instead of directly piercing the heads of tens of millions of armor soldiers as many people thought, it pierced the dantian of thousands of armor soldiers, which was not fatal.

The morale of tens of millions of armor soldiers suddenly fell into the lowest ebb, and as soon as the dantian was shattered, they were like ordinary armor soldiers, and they could no longer be called the elite of the empire. Tens of thousands of armorers suddenly burst like an airbag.

"I like you. Chu Chou took a breath, and said that sentence to her for the first time in his life.

With tears in his eyes, he smiled with the sleeves of his shirt brushing his face.

The ethereal woman in the world blinked her big watery eyes, picked up the clove in her hand and put it on the tip of her nose and sniffed it gently, then smiled sideways, and completely dissipated into Chu Chou's eyes.

Qing is as clear as the sea of stars, and as bright as the moon in the clouds.

He lowered his hand, this time not folding his sleeves, but laughing out loud and unbridled, putting his hands behind his back, erecting his rickety back, and his white beard fluttering wantonly in the wind.

"We in that generation are the best of us!"

"In my life, how lucky I am to meet you!"

The green shirt is drumming, the sunset is pale yellow, and the world is silent.

He tried his best to take the last breath of this life, exhausted more than 40 years of pride and grandeur and a hundred years of loneliness and desolation, raised his head, looked at the sea of clouds under the golden afterglow, and laughed freely: "The world is invincible is too boring!

Finally, he exhaled, smiled softly like jade, and muttered something in a low voice.

No one heard what he said, but everyone in the world knew that the world's number one sword immortal senior left with a smile after muttering in a low voice.

Regarding this earth-shattering decisive battle, later generations recorded that in the first year of Wu Yuan, fourteen legendary-level powerhouses went to Luoxiayuan in Zhongzhou and fought with more than 1,000 elites of the four empires.

Again: At the end of the decisive battle, Chu Dajian Immortal alone commanded the sword of Kyushu in the world, leveled the chaos of the rivers and lakes in the world, invincible posture, and unique in eternity.

Generation after generation of rivers and lakes continue to rotate, and one after another Tianjiao has come out of the sky, wiping a ruthless stroke in the long river of time, leaving their own brilliant names.

And a name called "Chu Chou" has been passed down forever and has endured.

The swordsmen of the rivers and lakes, the green shirts and swords, have also been passed down like Confucian scholars traveling to study.

The generation of rivers and lakes of that generation, the generation of rivers and lakes, there are that generation of rivers and lakes, there are him and her.