Yes, that is Su Changan.

He felt that he was about to die, and the genius-like Gu Ning, the son of Nagato Town, had just fallen at his feet, along with Momo, who he had always had a crush. Even Ji Dao, who liked to bully himself the most, fell, and of course Lin Ru, who he was not very familiar with. They all fell, they all seemed to be dead, and they didn't seem to be dead. But in the end, he will die.

So Su Changan didn't think he could survive.

But he didn't want to die just like that. At least not to die doing nothing.

He had been hiding behind everyone from the beginning, and now the backs that had allowed him to hide had collapsed. So he wanted to do something, even if it was to smash the monsters with that unsheathed knife. It's better to avenge those who have protected them, even if it doesn't kill any monsters, and even if those people are dead, they won't know what they did for them. But this can make Su Changan feel at ease.

Before this, Su Changan thought seriously about what else he could do.

He thought of the shortbread, which Momo had bought and given to him by Togunin.

Of course he knew that it didn't mean anything, Momo liked Gu Ning. After all, Gu Ning is the son of Nagato, and he treats people with both grace and character, and even Su Changan has to admit that he likes him very much. Even if he is now a baron, Momo still likes Gu Ning. Su Changan thinks this is very good, if he likes himself because he became a baron Momo, then Su Changan doesn't like this kind of Momo.

But this shortbread was indeed given to him by Su Mo, so he was reluctant to eat it. But he's going to die now, and if he doesn't eat it, if he cheapens those monsters, wouldn't it be a tyrannical thing?

So it took him a little time to finish the shortbread very carefully, and every time he chewed it was extremely meticulous.

Then he stood up and walked forward, towards the monsters.

He was going to use his knife to smash those monsters hard, and finally die without regret.

It's just a pity that my father has no son since then, Su Changan suddenly thought, but then he thought about it, the Holy Emperor rewarded him with a hundred taels of gold, and his father's body was okay. It is enough for him to marry a few concubines and give birth to a few younger brothers for him. Thinking about it this way, I don't think it's so pity.

And at this time, he had already crossed Liu Dahong and Gu Xianjun and walked in front of those monsters.

Those evil creatures seemed to feel that they had been provoked, and they put down their original targets one after another, and rushed towards Su Changan with a roar.

Su Changan smiled inexplicably, and laughed from the bottom of his heart.

He felt something. He raised his head and looked at the starry sky, ignoring the evil creatures that pounced on him.

The starlight suddenly brightened, shining through the night, through the dense vegetation of the Cloud Ridge. illuminated the corpses all over the ground, and also illuminated Su Changan's eyes. His eyes sparkled in this light, like the stars in the sky.

He vigorously raised his right hand, which held the hilt, and the snow-white blade of the blade was out of place in the dark night. It's like a wolf hiding in the jungle, and it's like a dragon that cuts through the sky.

Yes, this time, Su Changan pulled out his knife.

Since Mo Tingyu's death, this sharp blade that has been dormant for two years has finally reappeared in front of the world.

It roared like a demon out of prison, and it roared like a wolf howling in the sky.

Su Changan felt as if something was pouring into his body along the hilt of the knife, he didn't know what it was, but he felt very kind, just like the feeling that Mo Tingyu had given him.

He held the knife in both hands, and looked at the evil creatures that were about to pounce in front of him.

At that moment, the wind was blowing.

It was the wind of sword intent surging and rolling, Su Changan naturally had no way to exude such a strong sword intent, and he couldn't even inspire a little sword intent. This sword intent in the sky was left to him by Mo Tingyu.

Those sword intent wandered around, and all the evil things that came into contact were cut into pieces. Even before the newborn evil creature could emerge from the void, it had already been slain.

The black-robed man's face finally changed. It becomes ugly.

He looked at Su Changan in a daze, his voice was hoarse again, and he asked, "Who are you? What kind of knife is this!"

The mortal man in front of him suddenly poured out some strength, very special and cold, he stood there, like a knife, a knife that pierced through heaven and earth. But this power is too weak after all, and the black-robed man is not afraid.

But the knife in the mortal's hand was too strange, and he sensed danger from it that was enough to make him vigilant. He had thought that there was nothing in this world that could threaten him.

Mortals can't do it! Stars can't die! Not even the Star Pavilion!

But the young man in front of him, he is not even a gathering spirit, but he smells death on his body.

He lived so long that he forgot what death was. But at this moment, Su Changan reminded him of this word again, and he suddenly felt scared.

Su Changan ignored him, and the things that had just poured into his body began to work, and he felt as if he had inexhaustible strength. This strength gave him some confidence, maybe he could kill the black-robed people to avenge Momo and Gu Ning.

So he rushed towards the black-robed man with a knife, and then jumped high under the surprised gaze of Liu Dahong, Gu Xianjun and others.

His sword was raised above his head, the starlight reflected on him, and he let out a lion-like roar.

The wind was temporarily resting, and countless sword intents turned into dragons entrenched on the body of the knife, and his figure was in the night, but it was as bright as day.

At this moment, his appearance seemed to overlap with that man on that snowy night two years ago.

He suddenly realized the name of this knife.

He decided to tell the black-robed man.

"The name of this knife is called - don't listen to the rain!"

The black-robed man's expression became serious, and he even withdrew the purple-black tentacles inserted in the tree spirit's body. The dryad was nearly withered like a rotten tree, but it had survived.

He looked at the leaping figure, and he stretched out his hands. One is as white as jade, and the other is as withered as a bone.

He whispered, "Hundred ghosts!" A phantom suddenly appeared behind him, it was the evil creatures who had just besieged and killed everyone, they seemed to be trapped behind the black-robed man. Inside it kept screaming, terrible and desperate.

Then, the black-robed man said, "Amaterasu!"

The black-robed robe suddenly turned white, a kind of white that was too holy for people to look at. The evil creatures behind it seemed to be transformed by this white luminosity, and they poured into the body of the black-robed man one after another.

He stood there, shining like the sun.

He raised his hand to the knife. His left hand was as white as jade, and his right hand was as white as jade.

The knife finally met the hands.

There is no imaginary electric lightning, the black-robed man, no, it should be the white-robed man now. His hand was firmly on the knife.

A sinister smile tugged at the corner of his mouth, and he said, "Your knife is very strange, but it's a pity that you're still too weak after all." ”

Su Changan was a little frustrated, and said in his heart that he was not as good as Mo Tingyu after all, if Mo Tingyu came to swing this knife, this white-robed man would definitely be in a different place on the spot.

But he didn't give up, he felt he still had some room to spare.

Su Changan's temples were bruised because of the exertion, and he let out a muffled cry, pouring all the strength of his body into the knife. But the knife is still difficult to measure, and the white-robed man is like Mount Tai.

"It's useless, this knife is good, but you're too weak after all. The white-robed man's tone sounded more like persuasion.

Su Changan was very sad, and finally felt that he could avenge his friend, but in the end, he was still not the opponent of the black-robed man. Even his knife couldn't even hit the black-robed man.

But that sadness quickly turned into anger, and he had never hated someone so much now, and he hadn't been so eager to kill someone as he was now.

His knife seemed to feel his killing intent, and something came from the knife.

It wasn't the same thing as the one that had just poured into him. It was like a king betrayed by his subjects, rushing into Su Chang'an's body with a monstrous hatred for everything in the world. Su Changan wanted to refuse, but his resistance was like a mantis arm as a car under that will. That thing entered Su Changan's body as if it were nothing.

Su Changan felt a loud bang in his head, and a force surged out from under his lower abdomen, spreading throughout Su Changan's body.

His left eye turned white, like snow in Nagato, and his right eye turned black, like the night of the Cloud Ridge.

"Nick Lasan. Several characters of unknown meaning came out of his mouth, and they were two voices coming out at the same time. One is majestic and mighty, and the other is as cold as ice.

The white-robed man's pupils dilated suddenly, turning to horror. An emotion called fear flooded his heart, and his body began to tremble.

He understood the note.

It was an old saying, the judgment of a king against his subjects, the wrath of the true God against the heathen.

This is not any spell and does not contain any power. But there are only a few people in the world who can say it. For those men were the rulers of this world, and they are the heavens and the earth.

They do what they say, and as long as their minds move, the great power of heaven and earth will follow their thoughts. It was something that transcended any power, spell, or even rule.

And what that old saying is - rebels are punished!

The plants, trees, landscapes, and stars in heaven and earth seem to have been pulled by some kind of traction, sending out a wonderful resonance. The material in the white-robed human body began to drain, not only strength and true qi, but also the body and bones.

He gradually felt the breath of the years, he began to age, at a rate visible to the naked eye, and his body was like a deflated ball, emaciated.

Soon he became a withered old man, no longer handsome, his eyes protruding high as if they would roll out of their sockets at any moment, and his frontal bones bulging high as if they were about to pierce his broken skin. Now he is more like a skeleton wrapped in skin, or a dried corpse.

But before he died, the white of his robe faded and turned black. The dazzling and holy light also dissipated, and he became the cold and gloomy black-robed man again. The difference is that he is no longer handsome, and his hands are withered like bones.

"Ah!!" he let out a fierce roar, and his hand could no longer grasp Su Changan's knife.

Su Changan's knife was like a cut of defeat, and with one slash, the small half of the black-robed man's body was completely removed. But no blood flowed out, and his body was withered and empty.

He wasn't dead, he gasped, and he didn't seem to have recovered from the fear he had just had.