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The ground is full of wreckage,

The wind and blood rain break the heart.

My heart is like a leaf,

The body is gone, and the soul is not dead.

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"I go to the human world, I don't know what else is ...... disaster"

A black fog slowly filled, and in a trance, it seemed that someone was whispering.

"However, fortunately, the sky has already made arrangements...... Farewell, Emperor, I only hope you stick to the Yuan Shen and fight to the end!"

Listening to that voice, it was familiar and full of sadness, but I couldn't remember who it was.

There are some blurred lights and shadows in the brain: towering giant trees surrounded by vines, unfathomable red pools, hundreds of feet of yellow sand, waves crashing on the shore, and the morning glow is like fire......

As soon as these lights and shadows flashed, they were already red.

......

Countryside, night.

Lightning flashed and thundered, and heavy rain poured.

A series of snow-bright thunderbolts, like slashes of a sword, cut through the dark night, revealing the devastation.

On the gentle slope not far away, overgrown with weeds, battered by the storm, leaning forward and backward, staggering from side to side.

Also staggering are broken dart flags, scattered swords, and, a cold corpse.

These corpses are all horizontal and vertical, covered with fatal wounds, some even have severed hands and feet, different heads, and a few, with purple blood stains oozing from the corners of their mouths, and a pair of white eyes.

The rapidly flowing rainwater, mixed with black blood, swirled and gathered in the ditches of different shades.

Layers of cloudy foam rose in the stagnant water, bloody and pungent.

Another series of thunderbolts, straight down from the dark sky!

The blue and white lightning, flickering and flickering, reflected a pale face, bloodless.

It's just that this face looks very calm, without a trace of the pain of death.

Not only calm, but also extraordinarily handsome, in this lightning and thunder, like a white marble statue.

But look at the sword eyebrows into the sideburns, the nose is like a hanging gall, and it seems to be a little childish.

It's a teenager's face.

The icy raindrops hit the cold face headlessly. Suddenly, the closed eyes twitched slightly, and a long-lost hot air erupted from the mouth and nose, splashing a cloud of blood mist.

The boy gasped violently, as if his soul had returned to his body, and like a trapped beast that had broken out of the cage, he struggled to get up.

Where is this? I, am I not dead?

He looked around vigilantly, and found the tragic image of corpses strewn all over the field and rivers of blood, and there was a hint of horror and surprise in the eyes of an eagle, but more than that, the flames of revenge.

The rain was connected in a line, sliding down the messy long hair, and the brocade robe full of knife marks was soaked. The young man struggled to prop himself up, staggered, and picked up the long sword beside him that was drenched in cold light.

The sword is in the people, and the sword is dead!

However, everything around us points to the same very heavy word.

That is "death".

The young man held a long sword in his hand and roared like a tiger and leopard in the sky. In the front and back of the chest, in the wound a few fingers wide, hot blood gushed out.

There was no pain anymore, and I let the rain wash over my body. The memories that came out of nowhere, like a torrent, kept hitting the door of the brain.

......

"Kill!" a spear, trembling with red tassels, stabbed straight out of a hole like a golden snake.

"You traitor!" the young man roared, the long sword in his hand had already been curled, but it was still swinging.

"Yang Ao! you just admit it!" The big man with the spear in his hand said in a cold voice, full of cold killing intent.

"Li Yuan, when has my Yang family treated you badly!" The young man's long sword fluttered, resisting the other party, "You are doing this, it's not as good as a pig and a dog!"

"Don't blame me for turning my face and not recognizing people, who made your sister fall in love with the City Lord's Mansion, hahahaha!" The big man named Li Yuan laughed violently, and the guns were like rain, and the move was fatal.

"My Yang family and you will never die...... Yang Ao's face was pale, his chest was tight, and the pain in his abdomen was like a knife.

"Hmph, stinky boy, don't be hard-mouthed!" A sinister smile flashed across Li Yuan's face, "Drink that thing, forgive you for being immortals, and you can't survive it!"

Yang Ao's eyes suddenly darkened, a salty and sweet fishy smell gushed out of his voice, the corners of his mouth overflowed with white foam, and the line in his nose was also detached, and two black blood hung out. It was as if the muscles and bones had been drained from all over the body, and they became weak and weak. It was this Li Yuan, his most trusted dart leader, the right-hand man entrusted by his father before his death, who took advantage of everyone's unpreparedness and poisoned the wine and food just now!

"Despicable villain!" Seeing the executioners beside him fall in a pool of blood like slashing turnips one by one, Yang Ao swung his sword vigorously, intending to cut off the filthy head with one sword.

"Hahahaha! If you don't do some tricks, how can I win you!!" With a wild laugh, the spear stabbed into Yang Ao's chest.

Li ...... You...... It's not a good death!" Yang Ao spat black blood from his mouth, and his eyes were full of tears, which seemed to be mixed with bright red.

"Boy, it's a pity you can't see it. But don't worry, Yang Ruoqing is connected to the City Lord's Mansion, and we will definitely take good care of her, hehehe!" The spear was withdrawn abruptly, and the blood gushed out, drawing a poignant arc.

"Sister......" Yang Ao fell on his back, and the rumbling thunder swept in his ears.

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"Sister!"

At this moment, it was pouring rain, and the young Yang Ao sat with his head down.

Holding the hilt of the sword with one hand, the blade of the sword stuck upside down in the mud, the other hand trembling, covering the wound on his chest.

It was this shot that pierced my heart and made me and my sister go differently!

But I'm dead, so why did I wake up again?

Is this in the countryside on the way to the dart, or is it in the underworld?!

Qiang supported himself to stand up, and Yang Ao at this time found that his body was surprisingly weak.

The cultivation of the sword servant in the human realm made him involuntarily begin to be at a loss, who am I?

An inexplicable hatred welled up in my heart, and then there was a boundless sadness emanating from my heart.

I'm Yang Ao!

Yes, I am the young master dart head of Haotian City Zhiyuan Dart Bureau - Yang Ao.

I am also the Young Sword Emperor of the Yang Clan's Heavenly Clan in the Heavenly Birth Country-Yang Ao!

A black mist slowly filled, and in a trance, someone seemed to be whispering: "I go to the human world, I don't know what other calamities there are...... Farewell, Emperor, I only hope you stick to the Yuan Shen and fight to the end!"

Yes!

Towering Giant Tree, Divine Tree of Destiny!

Crimson pool water, heavenly sword blood pool!

There is also the sun-drenched beach, the morning glow is like fire, and the sunset is like a brocade...... Fragments of the mind began to connect.

Different realms, same fate!

Thirty-six thousand eons away, far away in the divine realm east of Kunlun and on the shore of the Ming Sea, in order to compete for the glory of the sword god, the Qiu Canghai of the Hui clan has made a painful black hand, not only destroying my physical body, but also destroying my primordial god! Fortunately, Li Sikong of the Kan clan received the instruction of the Great Elder to send my primordial god to the human realm. Unexpectedly, it was here that I met another Yang Ao with the same name and surname. And he happened to be dead in his soul and not in his body!

Could this be providence?

Heaven will not kill me, who dares to kill me!

Looking at a corpse with missing arms and legs, a hideous look flashed in Yang Ao's eyes. He was like a mad lion, roaring loudly at the wind and rain in the sky:

"I'm Yang Ao!

"I'm Yang Ao!I want revenge!!"

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