The source is shattered.

It's a cold day.

The flying divinity, swirling around the two people on the stone wall, the whistling sound of the snowspout, became ethereal and ethereal, it all seemed to be over, the darkness was gradually annihilated, and the light had descended.

The forehead of the Eastern Emperor, that wisp of divine wind and thunder hit the depths of the soul.

His body, those endless "source evils", the indestructible power that constantly repaired his injuries...... The rout has already begun.

All this is irreversible.

Donghuang's eyes, the center of the dark pupils, had an extra touch of brilliance, and he looked at the young man wearing the lion mask, as dazzling as he was back then, and countless lights fell.

He chuckled softly, "Urle...... You're such an abomination. ”

The man slowly took off his mask.

What was revealed was a strange face.

It was not the same as the aura of Urle back then, that person had a solemn, cold, and wisps of sword aura that gathered but did not disperse.

Ning Yi looked at Donghuang and said calmly: "You are defeated, and the war is over." ”

The Eastern Emperor disagreed and lowered his head.

The iron horsemen in this snowspout are pouring into the battlefield of the Mother River, and the divinity has defeated his source ...... This is the end of this "war", this indestructible force did not help him defeat his opponent, the human sword cultivator in front of him has a natural power to restrain himself, and it is precisely because of the blessing of that power that this battle today is more difficult to win than the battle back then.

But without this indestructible force.

You won't wake up on your own.

He coughed dullly and smiled hoarsely, "Really...... Am I already defeated?"

Ning Yi narrowed his eyes.

"Perhaps. But the war is not over yet. The Eastern Emperor raised his head, and he smiled deeply: "I told those people in the western border the true face of the mother river...... The system established by Urle will be destroyed, and from now on, there will be resentment, there will be anger, and there will be revolt...... And there will be more and more. ”

Ning Yi fell silent.

"I don't care about life and death, I don't care about a lot of things...... It must be admitted, Ning Yi ...... You are a more gifted practitioner than you were back then. The Eastern Emperor stared at Ning Yi, remembering the human face, facial features, outline, and body shape all in his mind, he slowly spoke, but there was not the slightest approval in his tone, but a condescending banter, "But many things cannot be solved by relying on cultivation talent...... For example, 'set things right'...... Urle can't do it, and neither can you......"

His voice was choppy.

In the end, a low laugh of "ho ho" came out of his throat, and this laughter became louder and louder, he looked at Ning Yi, and the light in his mind became more and more grand and vast.

Ho-ho laughter, echoing in the center of the snowspout.

Ning Yi's face was expressionless, seeing that the soul of the man in front of him was about to dissipate, he suddenly thought of an extremely important thing.

He narrowed his eyes and said in a cold voice: "In the battle of Baozhu Mountain, Luo Changsheng died in your hands?"

The laughter of the Eastern Emperor did not stop, like Hong Zhong Dalu.

He looked at Ning Yi mockingly.

Ning Yi stretched out a palm and pressed it on the forehead of the man in front of him, and his divine thoughts poured out, wanting to get the "truth".

The Eastern Emperor, who was nailed to the stone wall, did not resist, nor could he resist, let Ning Yi make a move, and searched for the so-called "answer" in his soul with his divine thoughts, wearing a wide black robe, in the violent wind, annihilation turned into powder, and the ashes that were shaking in the sky were shattered in front of Ning Yi.

Pressing down with the palm of his hand, the originally indestructible King Kong physique was like a blank sheet of paper at this moment, and with a light press, it pressed against the stone wall, and the divine thought saw it...... In the sea of souls of the Eastern Emperor.

There is only a piece of light.

An empty light.

"Didn't see anything...... Ning Yi pressed his palm on the stone wall, he watched the black robe fluttering like smoke, and the figure of the Eastern Emperor was annihilated here, his expression was in a trance, and he muttered to himself: "Or ...... This is the truth?"

Standing in place, letting the wind blow against his clothes, Ning Yi raised his head and looked at the light of the falling sky.

Let out a long breath.

The Eastern Emperor is dead.

This war...... It's time to draw the curtain.

He put on the lion mask again, raised a hand, and then, in the black fog in the distance, a majestic tall figure neighed and roared and stepped on the ground, it was an extremely strong ancient war horse, covered with a hideous bronze mask, in accordance with the induction of the lion mask, galloping like thunder, at the moment of approaching Ning Yi, leaning down.

Ning Yi pressed on the horse's back with one hand, and turned over and swept the war horse extremely cleanly.

His expression was calm, and the image of King Lionheart's bloody battle on the grassland two thousand years ago echoed repeatedly in his mind, with iron horses rushing to kill, thousands of troops and horses, and creatures roaring, and he was the center of heaven and earth.

Today, it still is.

Ning Yi lifted the fine snow, the long sword of the sword-wielder, symbolizing the only light between heaven and earth at this moment.

He looked at the undead iron rider in the distance, the noisy mother river battlefield, and just read a word in a deep voice-

"Kill!"

Inside the snow tornado, countless lionheart iron horsemen roared and launched an attack towards the battlefield.

......

......

Swords collide.

As the snowspouts crossed, several steppe kings swept out of their tents, trying to save as many people as they could in this natural disaster, but a scene that surprised them was ...... The tumbling tornado, after reaching the battlefield of the mother river, spread violently.

Between heaven and earth, in the dim mist, the first tall iron horse swept out.

Ning Yi, who was covered in a lion mask and bathed in blood, rushed out first, and raised his hand with a sword, splitting the darkness of heaven and earth.

The sword qi is like a long rainbow, this vast light crushes the battlefield, and where it passes, the old department of the undead of the Eastern Emperor raised their swords and shields, and resisted one after another, but with just one breath, it turned into a distorted black mist, and behind Ning Yi, the sound of countless horses' hooves rolled and sounded.

Immediately followed by countless ancient iron horses, these iron horses with resentment, resentment, and unvented killing intent from two thousand years ago, slammed into the iron horses of the Eastern Emperor, and the situation of the entire battlefield was immediately reversed at this moment.

"It's Urle!"

Someone recognized Ning Yi, in the battle of Bronze Terrace, Ning Yi turned the tide, defeated the Little White Emperor of the East Demon Domain, invited the "Yuan" at the bottom of the mother river, and helped the grassland resolve a catastrophe.

Now the Eastern Emperor is coming.

thought it was a death catastrophe, but at the last moment, Ning Yi took the Eastern Emperor to fall into the snowspout, and finally led countless Lionheart Iron Riders to appear.

Ning Yi appeared here.

It means...... The battle between him and the Eastern Emperor was divided into winners and losers.

The White Wolf King stood outside the tent, his white robe fluttering in the wind, and his eyes were a little trance-like.

He looked at the figure that was in the lead, and felt that it was not Ning Yi's face that was familiar...... It's the lion mask, the name that the kings of the steppe have remembered throughout the ages, as well as the picture of the prancing horse battlefield.

"Yes...... Urle. ”

The White Wolf King smiled softly, he closed his eyes, took a heavy breath, and in the next moment, his expression became solemn, and he shouted loudly: "The Great King of the Prairie has returned, kill the enemy with me, and welcome the Great Monarch!!"

The sound of fighting in the sky sounded in the many camps of the mother river, the majestic rain, the drums were like thunder, and the morale was unprecedentedly high, until it was full, and countless iron horsemen swept out from the inside of the mother river.

and that snowspout before and after.

That long battle line was twisted and collapsed by the impact in an instant, and after the death of the Eastern Emperor, these iron horses were no longer reborn, and the ethereal and indestructible power ...... It seemed that he had given up on the Eastern Emperor, and at the moment he was stabbed by Ning Yi's divine sword qi, he scattered and was annihilated, so the rush between the iron horses almost showed a one-sided tendency and situation.

......

......

Tian Yu rode his horse and galloped, and beside him, the little white wolf, a group of cultivators, presented a long line, running in a straight line.

Heavy rain poured overhead.

But the "shadow" that permeates the grassland has visibly dissipated with the naked eye.

"Yuansha is shattered...... "Even if he has not yet arrived at the Muhe battlefield, Tian Yu has already predicted the ending, he was stunned suddenly, and said loudly: "Urle has won!"

A small team quickly arrived at the mother river, and the scene in front of them was the picture of the snow tornado devouring the sky and the earth, swallowing all the Eastern Emperor Iron Horsemen into their stomachs, and countless Lionheart Iron Horsemen rushing to kill.

The group looked shocked.

Tian Yu leaned down, drew a long knife from his waist, and was the first to accelerate and dive over.

Hundreds of birds robe, countless grass clippings and snow chips scraped on the body, making a crisp sound of tinkling.

No one hates this "source" disaster more than him.

The long knife slashed, drawing a clear curve, the undead iron rider who was flying in flesh and blood was dumped by Tian Yu, one person and one ride, rushing out of a narrow and long line of twists and turns, Tian Yu's chest rose and fell violently, and he slashed tirelessly with one knife after another, as if venting the anger and grievances that poured out of nowhere in his chest, the grievances, Cheng Ran's death, the suffering of the western border, and the torture of concealing the truth of history......

All voices were far away from him.

In the end, the sound of the fight became quieter.

The heavy rain on the dome also gradually became lighter.

The dust settled.

It's over...... Tian Yu used up the last trace of strength, the long knife in his hand was uncontrollable, and it fell with a "dang long", the corpses were all over the field, and the lonely crowd wandered on this blood-colored field, and the wind swept by.

Fluffy frost grass flies.

The long night dawned, and the dawn was approaching.

Tian Yu closed his eyes, his cheeks were full of rain, and after exhaustion, he seemed to return to his childhood...... Again and again attempts to climb the cangwood, always fail in the end.

He asked Cheng Ran.

What's ahead.

It's darkness.

"What about the front......" Tian Yu said bitterly, his chest trembling and his body shaking.

Someone tapped him lightly on the shoulder.

A robe was draped over Tian Yu's shoulders.

He opened his eyes suddenly, and a tall figure was beside him, Ning Yi, who was wearing a lion mask, pointed to the distant sky.

The night is swaying, and the dawn is like a ray of tide, slowly rising.

Ning Yi said softly: "It's light." ”

(There is only one chapter tonight)