Looking back, everything is so clear.

His rise is not accidental, but inevitable, fate itself works like this, maybe this is the arrangement of fate.

After that, everyone fell into silence again, silently watching the wind clear, and there was an indescribable brilliance in their eyes.

It seems that the wind at this time is clear, not only blocking the strongest mystery of the unequaled sword saint, but in front of hundreds of millions of living beings, he has been recognized, like breaking out of a cocoon and being reborn, and after that, he is like opening the reincarnation of the second life, and he will no longer be despised and suppressed by everyone because of his identity as a zombie.

He will continue to grow stronger under the turn of fate, until he breaks through the final Emperor Tribulation Extreme Sublimation, thus making him even stronger, until finally he uses the third will to truly play with the Spirit Realm Heavenly Dao and the mastermind behind the scenes.

"I lost. The Peerless Sword Saint opened his mouth bitterly, his face was not shocked, it seemed that everything was expected by him, although this was a kind of strategy, but where would everyone understand the disappointment and bitterness in his heart.

He has great talents, countless auras have gathered in his body, and he can be sealed here from ancient times, how can he have such ability? But now, he has lost, he has thought about the possibility of facing failure countless times, but when he really faces it, he can't help but be a little difficult to accept.

Compared to his countless halos, Feng Qingyang is going to be a lot harder, he has been investigating Feng Qingyang for half a year, he knows what kind of environment the other party has grown up in, and he knows how difficult it is for him to live until now.

It is precisely in this way that he can't wait to fight with Feng Qingyang, he wants to divide a victory and defeat, he wants to prove his heart, now, he has lost, completely lost, in the eyes of everyone, at this time, the unequaled sword saint suddenly looked a little pitiful, he can be called unequaled, that is naturally there has never been a defeat, and today's defeat, how can he be worthy of the word unequaled?

He is not unequaled, but just a peak power who has devoted many years of hard work to the way of the sword, although it is a pity to fail, but no one looks down on him, and he is also respected.

The road of the strong, the road of hegemony, is to step on the bones and blood and shoulders of countless people to climb step by step, step by step to shatter the aura of Tianjiao, and exert all his luck and fame on himself.

And he, bravely said these three words, how much ability and mentality does it take to say these three words in front of the tens of thousands of monks here and the hundreds of millions of living beings gathered here in the spiritual world?

It's just this courage that makes countless people admire, for the Peerless Sword Saint, or Feng Qingyang, they have already given birth to recognition in their hearts, maybe in the next few years, there will be countless Tianjiao who will come to kill Feng Qingyang, but so what?

There is no right or wrong, only a position, this road is destined to be more and more lonely the higher it goes, and it will be more dangerous, their blood and white bones can cast the last peak power, he is the real myth.

"Back then, I also had the mentality of you, but I didn't admit defeat. After a short silence, Feng Qingyang suddenly spoke, his tone seemed a little ethereal, and he coughed again when he spoke, and the purple gold blood at the corner of his mouth kept flowing.

"I even feel hopeless, I can assure you that I will suffer a defeat ten thousand times more than you," At this point, a picture of being deeply suppressed by him suddenly appeared in front of his eyes.

At that time, he had just gotten together with Xiaozhu, but when the void appeared, that handsome young man trampled him under his feet in front of him, and even took Xiaozhu away domineeringly.

What kind of helplessness was that, and what kind of pain was there? His heart was dripping blood, and every time he thought about it, he would tremble with pain, and even want to cry out loud.

Who said that he didn't feel that kind of pain? a kind of lovesickness, two kinds of sorrow, the kind of being trampled on, and being helpless, what kind of sadness it is.

He moved forward step by step, and with every step, there was an amazing burst of momentum, obviously his steps were sluggish, and there was a possibility that he would fall at any time.

But the momentum on his body has endured for a long time, even to the point of being frightening, the corners of his mouth are constantly overflowing with blood, and the color of purple gold exudes a sweet smell, which makes people feel like they can't stop when they smell it.

"There is no predestined, there are countless variables, even if you lose today, what's the point? If you lose, you have to keep learning, and defeat the person who made you fail in the straight way, if you destroy the Dao heart like this, then what's the point of living?"

This sentence, he transmitted the sound with his divine sense, only the Peerless Sword Saint could hear it, his heart shook, and he looked at the wind clearly, and his eyes showed a complicated color.

He lowered his head bitterly, as if he didn't dare to look at him, Feng Qingyang's eyes released the essence of light, staring at the Peerless Sword Saint deadly, if the other party compromised like this, it would be a pity.

Moreover, the mystery of his sword path made him smell a trace of the breath of the supreme divine realm, and the reason why only he could understand it was because the young man who came to kidnap Zhu Xuezhu back then had this unique aura that he remembered deeply and could hardly forget.

"It's clear that you're about to touch the limit, how can you give up willingly?" Feng Qingyang said, his tone with lingering regret.

"Do you really understand the true meaning of invincibility? In your heart, what does invincibility and mystery represent, and what is fate?"

This time, he didn't use his divine consciousness to transmit the sound, but directly opened his mouth in front of tens of thousands of monks in the Quartet, perhaps, he was not only asking the Peerless Sword Saint, he was asking the monks of the world, or rather, he was also asking himself.

"Fate is predestined, our power can't change it at all, that's everyone's fate, isn't it?"

The Peerless Sword Saint suddenly raised his head, and his tone seemed depressed, revealing despair, but under this despair. There seems to be some kind of intense anger.

"Could it be that in your heart, compromise is fate?" Feng Qingyang snorted coldly, and said with a direct negative smile.

He spoke mercilessly, without leaving any affection for the other party, even to the extent of criticism.

"What do you know? Do you know what fate is?" The Peerless Sword Saint raised his head angrily, his eyes flashed with flames, it was a beating heart, and the words were clear, and every word was beady, and a handful of salt was deeply sprinkled on his wound.

"Fate?" Feng Qingyang lowered his head, stepped forward, raised his head and looked at the sky, "This is fate!"

As he spoke, he suddenly raised his hand and pointed at the Heavenly Dao: "I want this sky, not so ruthless, I want this heavenly way, not to become a trouble that binds the monks, I want this heaven and earth, truly become our world!"

As soon as these words came out, the heavens and the earth suddenly changed color, and the wind suddenly rose!