The big hand covered the sky, like a city smashed down from the void, Ye Chuyi's innate realm was faster than a galloping horse and a car, but even so, in a short period of time, Ye Chuyi could not escape from the shadow of this huge palm print at all. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

I was powerless to resist, and I couldn't resist at all, seeing that Ye Chuyi was about to die under the attack of this black remnant feather.

At this moment, Ye Chuyi suddenly felt a tremor in his body, it was the pure yang power that spontaneously merged into his body, a special qi.

Airplanes!

It seems that the threat of death is too strong, and it is extremely rare, this time the power of pure yang is turbulent in Ye Chuyi's body, and the power of the Yuan Magnet actually did not appear to fight hard, but converged his own strength as much as possible, making way for the power of pure yang.

", Lao Tzu is gone, Lao Tzu is a sword, playing knife for Mao Lao Tzu is simply an insult, where is Lao Tzu's dignity, where is Lao Tzu's elegance, in the special Lao Tzu as a knife, Lao Tzu is going to strike!"

For no reason, a voice that seemed to have spanned a thousand years of time exploded in Ye Chuyi's mind.

For no reason, Ye Chuyi felt that his consciousness floated out of his mind, crossed a long river flowing out of the endless void and submerged into the endless nothingness, and swayed and fell into a rough big hand.

"Fu Hongxue, the head of the sect treats you like a son, this is how you repay the head of the house? The Sword of Pure Yang is the treasure of my Pure Yang Sword Sect, hand over the Sword of Pure Yang, otherwise even if you fight to disobey the order of the head today, I will let you die under the sword!"

"Come on, then!"

The incomparably clear voice came into Ye Chuyi's mind, and Ye Chuyi wanted to stir it up, but he only heard a crisp sound of sword roar in the void.

Immediately afterwards, Ye Chuyi felt the rough big hand in his hand, the speed was like a thunderbolt in the depths of the universe, faster than the speed of light, and the sword light that burst out was even brighter than the sun star.

Bite!

In less than a moment, Ye Chu felt that he was swimming in the void, and soon he stopped again, sinking into an endless darkness.

Until this moment, Ye Chuyi suddenly understood that his current self had actually become a sword, and it was very likely to be the sword of pure yang that had been rampant in the world by Fu Hong's snow fight.

In the career of becoming a sword, Ye Chuyi can clearly feel the grievances and anger from the heart of the Pure Yang Sword, as one of the strongest divine swords in the world, for decades, it has actually been held in the hands of people and used as a long knife for many years.

Fu Hongxue has only practiced one trick in his life, between darkness and light, Ye Chuyi and the Sword of Pure Yang are one, they have been pulled out countless times, and then stuffed into the scabbard, and sometimes, Fu Hongxue will encounter a real strong enemy, but coming and going, Fu Hongxue is always the same knife technique.

Ten years, twenty years, thirty years, Fu Hongxue's knife drawing skills are getting stronger and faster, and the world has begun to spread the reputation of Fu Hongxue's first knife in the world, but Fu Hongxue's knife is called the trick of drawing a sword and cutting the sky.

He couldn't move, he couldn't speak, he couldn't even breathe, and some of them just alternated between darkness and light countless times in the process of drawing and sheathing the sword.

The tragedy of life is nothing more than this, decades of torment, darkness and light flickering alternately, Ye Chuyi even felt that his consciousness was going to ossify and dissipate in this light and darkness again and again.

In the midst of the chaos, Ye Chuyi seemed to have really become a sword, accompanying Fu Hongxue to travel through the five major star fields of the human world, and all over the forbidden places of the other world.

Until one day, in the flash of light, Ye Chuyi suddenly saw a familiar scene, a golden endless sea of sand, which appeared in Ye Chuyi's consciousness.

The boundless sea of sand, but it is different from the barren one Ye Chuyi saw, in the flashing light, Ye Chuyi saw a man with the light, obviously a human form, but it gave people the feeling of a ball of light.

And under the bright man, the eight hundred angels exuded a terrifying aura that almost swept the sky, like an ancient invincible holy army, suppressing the sea of sand and the vague and invisible stars.

With a knife, the angel crossed the corpse, and the man who was like light finally became real, with a three-foot sword mark running across his chest, but there was a terrifying sword intent that was enough to cut through the long river of time and space.

"You have suppressed the Otherworld, and you have a meritorious service with the human race, and you can't stop me, retreat!"

Ye Chuyi is very familiar with this voice, and after decades of getting along, Ye Chuyi can even feel every emotional fluctuation of the owner of this sentence for the first time.

was once the first knife in the world, a pure sad person, and the knife technique was poisonous.

"Fu Hongxue, I really can't stop you, but even if you die, I can't let you pass through here, give up, millions of years of lingering to make this star path silent, if this star path is detected by the divine kingdom in the depths of the starry sky, you are a sinner of the human race!"

The sword intent swept through, but the man who was like light did not frown at all, let the blood on his chest surge, and looked at the direction where Fu Hongxue was with a firm face.

"This piece of heaven and earth is too small, if you don't go out, you will be living in 100,000 years, millions of years, and there will be no hope without the development of martial arts!

Fu Hongxue's voice was as warm as the sun, but the tone in her words was colder than the thousand-year-old Xuan Bing, a contradictory person, just like the sword in his hand and the knife technique he used.

"What about going out, millions of years ago, the immortals were all over the sky, and it was not the end of the destruction of the race, now the human race is compared to the immortals of millions of years, if you want to walk over, just step on my corpse and move forward!"

The man in the sea of sand was like light, and his words were resolute.

At the same time, in the purest light, drops of the purest black golden blood flowed down, merging with the corpses of the eight hundred angels in the sea of sand, and gradually, a black angel with twelve wings condensed and formed in the void.

The angel fell, falling from light to darkness, but that kind of surging combat power seemed to be about to turn the sky upside down, even in the face of Fu Hongxue, who was like a blade of death, he did not fall behind at all.

"It's okay, you and I have a fight today!"

Fu Hongxue's extremely rough big hand was once again held on Ye Chuyi's body, or the hilt of the Pure Yang Sword, and in the blink of an eye, the world was silent, and the sword intent was calm.

"I am the son of Lucifer, seeking light in the midst of endless darkness!"

The darkest blood flowed in the man's veins, but he embraced a heart that sought light, and in the holiest light, a god who controlled darkness was born in the void.