When manpower is exhausted, man's power is always too small compared to the power of nature. Reverence for nature, reverence is not for nature, but for power!

According to legend, during the ancient barbaric period of Shenzhou in the Central Plains, there were ten days in the sky, scorching the earth. Everywhere the sun goes, there are thousands of miles of red land, and there is no grass.

If there is the most ferocious flame between heaven and earth, it is the great sun.

Soon, in the sense of the river wind, there was no trace of human breath in the place where the Oiran was. Instead, there is a great sun that seems to fall into the world.

There was no need for flames, just temperatures that seemed to be about to burn the air. Anyone who dares to approach each other seems to be reduced to ashes in this boundless heat wave.

Even if a person has a sword in his hand and is fearless, no matter how high his swordsmanship is, no matter how fast he draws his sword, and how strong his sword is, how can he be able to resist the eternal and glorious sun.

In a trance, Jiang Feng seemed to see the rising of the great sun, and the countless human races in the wilderness worshiped the great sun. Brightness and warmth are all things they yearn for, and it seems that only by surrendering to the majesty of the great sun will their tomorrow be better and hopeful.

Thinking around, Jiang Feng saw himself and saw the sword in his hand. It is surrounded by the boundless Gobi Desert, yellow sand, gravel, and towering lonely peaks, but there is no greenery, no water, and no vitality.

The sun was scorching, falling like a meteor, very fast, and very slowly. Whether it was the heat wave that was enough to turn gold and iron into juice, or the weight that was enough to press the cities into the ground, it didn't seem that the river wind could resist it.

"Surrender ......"

It was as if the universe was born, and the voice of eternal existence sounded in Jiang Feng's heart. Vicissitudes, grandeur, irresistible, it seems that only by following the instructions of that voice is the path of one's salvation.

At this time, Jiang Feng felt that he had lost everything, and everything around him seemed to have been assimilated by the scorching sun at this time. Blazing, manic, destructive, wave after wave invaded, as if trying to assimilate the river wind.

Jiang Feng's hand tightened, and Jiang Feng would never give up the sword in his hand at any time. The sword was by no means the whole of Jiang Feng's life, but as long as he held the sword, he felt that he was holding the entire Jianghu.

In one step, he stretched out his right arm, and the edge of the short sword extended little by little under the strength of the arm.

People often use "mantis arm as a car" to describe a person who is not self-sufficient. But at this moment, Jiang Feng is not as good as a praying mantis, and what he wants to block is far more than a moving carriage.

The big day that is getting closer and closer is compared to Jiang Feng, compared to the sword in Jiang Feng's hand, it is big, it is too big, too much. How could such a behemoth be able to withstand with a small short sword?

With a loud "boom", as Jiang Feng's figure suddenly flew upside down, everything had returned to its original appearance.

It's still a group of jade gardens, it's still a red silk and green belt, and it's still only the light and heat brought by the candle flame.

"Ahem!"

It's a big mouthful of blood, and everyone has to think about what they will pay before doing anything, and although there will be some unearned things in this world, not everyone is lucky enough.

"You're not dead, yes, it's interesting!"

Jiang Feng, who stood up slowly, wiped the blood from the corners of his mouth, and said lightly: "This is nature, what a hegemonic artistic conception, it is really very domineering, I have learned it!"

At this time, Jiang Feng glanced around, and then spoke: "The real secret of the Heavenly Sword and the Dragon Slayer is not in the sword, not in the sword, but in the things inside the sword.

In the past, Qiaolong was a half-humpled person, and the Heavenly Sword and Dragon Slayer Sword created were not as sharp as they matched. If the secret of the supreme martial arts, the sword slaying the dragon, commanding the world, and not daring to disobey is true, the secret must be in the knife, not in the knife!"

"In the knife? Yes, it should be in the knife!"

After that, as the figure disappeared silently, only one echo was left in the empty group of jade gardens: "You go!"

However, at this time, Jiang Feng did not leave directly, standing there quietly, for him, the opportunity to feel the artistic conception was almost impossible to find. With his current strength, every time he faces a master at the artistic conception level, he is almost a gamble, a bet of life and death.

What kind of behavior in the world is the most shameful? Waste, especially what you have exchanged your life for, is even more unwasted.

Whether it is the artistic conception of the great sun or the artistic conception of the overlord, it is by no means suitable for the artistic conception of the river wind. But what is Jiang Feng's artistic conception, or what will it be? Is it a sword, or something else, Jiang Feng doesn't know.

At this time, he is like a blind man crossing a river, every step out is unknown, and it is possible to step in the empty place, step on the place where the undercurrent is surging. The road ahead is always full of unknowns and risks, but if you don't take that step, you will never be able to cross the river.

Suddenly, Jiang Feng thought of that morning in Fuzhou City. It was a very ordinary morning, but that time, Jiang Feng felt harmony in the ordinary, that kind of harmony, isn't it also an artistic conception?

Jiang Feng no longer remembered how he walked out of the Jade Garden, and in his mind, he still had the scene of the scorching flames of that **** day.

"Gone water, walked ...... water"

It was about three or four miles away from the Qunyu Garden, and the shouts of the husband, gongs and drums, and running in the distance were endless.

On fire, Jiang Feng's gaze turned behind him, which was the direction of the Jade Garden. At this time, even if Jiang Feng did not jump on the roof, he could see the fire dragons rising into the sky, tossing and turning between the houses, so not majestic, so not angry.

"What a big fire! A huge group of jade gardens, operating in Hengyang City to this day, actually said to give up, so courageous, so courageous, worthy of the hegemonic artistic conception!"

The bustling crowd woke up from their sleep, and most of the people in this world worked at sunrise and rested at sunset. In addition to such a monstrous fire, they may only be able to stay under a reluctant oil lamp for the rest of their lives.

"Huh!"

"Huh!"

"Huh!"

Pots of water from all directions were poured around the Jade Garden, and Jiang Feng had already reached the highest roof nearby.

The flames were monstrous, burning all the eight wildernesses, but at this time, under the encroachment of everyone like ants moving mountains, it was like a five-root tree, without a source, getting smaller and weaker.

"Just can't last long, there will be a loss, the artistic conception of the hegemon, after all, it's over, it's over......"

The fire was extinguished, Jiang Feng smiled, and the smile was very bright, just like this night sky, after the thick smoke, it was bright. (To be continued.) )