Whether it's looks or temperament.

Compared with the rooted ordinary, Liu Heng is much more handsome and handsome.

Liu Heng's face is remembered.

Liu Heng has a root to know

Therefore, Yougen knew that the person standing beside him and lifting the black veil was not Liu Heng.

But his heart was still irrepressibly excited.

"Click!"

The sudden sound is as crisp and sharp as the sound of a glassware shattering after hitting the ground due to the interaction force of the collision.

Countless slits that continued to show white light like cobwebs, accompanied by a crisp sound, revealed in the darkness around Arigen.

"Hmph. ”

has the same face as Liu Heng, but it is obviously not Liu Heng's person, and the corners of his mouth are slightly curled.

He snorted lightly and said to Yougen, "Your heart is messed up." ”

"You're leaving. ”

Hearing this, the brown pupils in the root's eyes moved slightly.

He struggled to calm the emotions that were stirring in his heart, trying to suppress his tone that was no longer calm.

"What do you mean?"

"You're not him. ”

"You, who are ?!!?"

"Huh. ”

Facing Yougen's gaze, the person who looked the same as Liu Heng quickly raised a smile on his face.

"This place, it's yours. ”

"I'm in this place, and I'm yours. ”

"Who am I?"

"Does it really matter to you?"

"Is the answer really that hard?"

"I can tell you the answer very clearly. ”

"If you really want to know, you'll know. ”

People who look like Liu Heng are towards roots. cast a gaze full of meaning.

He lowered the black veil and re-covered his face under the black veil.

"You remember that face, don't you?"

"Then reminisce well, remember carefully. ”

Then, to end the memory. ”

"Think about it again, after the owner of this face is gone, until now, everything that has happened around you. ”

"Think hard, think hard. ”

"You're running out of time. ”

"Bang!"

There was a dull loud bang. The pitch black, covered with white bright seams, quickly peeled off into a puddle of black water-like viscous liquid, and quickly faded away.

Black, disappearing too quickly.

There are roots, and it is completely too late to react.

The person who was originally standing beside him, wearing a hat and a linen suit, suddenly became hazy as the black liquid disappeared.

The man's body turned like a distorted ray of light. Shone into an ethereal mist.

With the disappearing black liquid, the hazy mist that scattered the light quickly dissipated.

At the moment when the black liquid and mist dissipated, endless sword pressure. And it fell on the body of the rooted.

The world is still and back to normal.

Ninety-six swords, all carrying unparalleled sword intent, fell towards Yougen.

A broadsword in his hand. The trembling sensation was transmitted to the body of the root.

He turned his head and looked up at his sword-wielding hands.

He looked at the trembling broadsword. Look at the flying sword that fell towards him.

His face was still as white as winter snow, and there was deep doubt in his eyes.

In the depths of his desperate heart, a glimmer of hope suddenly rose.

Such hope is like a fire burning on black oil, which is full of hope in an instant.

Recall?

Ponder?

What the?

What exactly?

Yougen only felt that a spiritual light suddenly flashed in his mind.

When the coldness of an instant gathers in your heart.

It is the moment when you bring light to the world.

Let's go.

Go and do all the evil deeds.

Memories are over.

"Whew!"

Two golden rays of light brightened a pair of brown eyes.

A passage emerges in the heart of the rooted.

The way of heaven is to make up for the deficiency when there is more than is lost.

The way of man...... Isn't the loss enough to give more than enough?

Yougen frowned slightly, and his lips squirmed slightly.

He felt something stalk in his throat.

He wanted to say something, but he couldn't say what he wanted to say.

At this moment, he suddenly forgot where he was, and he also forgot the vast sword momentum that was rapidly approaching.

He opened his mouth and whispered, "The way of man." ”

"You are insufficient, and I am insufficient. ”

In the extremely flat tone, Yougen seemed to understand something, and raised his head suddenly.

He looked at the ninety-six flying swords that had fallen towards him, and slowly stood up.

He got up really slowly.

But as he got up, the flying swords that should have landed on him stopped in the air.

In the sky, the ninety-six cultivators all discovered the connection between them and their respective flying swords at this moment, and all of them disappeared.

The faces of the ninety-seven cultivators in the blue sky all showed shocked expressions.

Most of them, all of them looked down at Yougen.

Only one person raised his head and looked at the sky at this moment.

At this moment, on the top of Yougen's head, in the originally blue sky, countless white clouds suddenly floated in.

Gradually, the clouds became thicker and thicker, but the surface was extremely white, like polished ivory, shining in the sunlight.

Aomine looked at the sky, and the incomparable shock on his wrinkled old face showed a look of fear that became more and more intense.

His body was constantly trembling, and the trembling amplitude was getting bigger and bigger, and it was becoming more and more obvious.

His lips turned purple, and his face turned pale.

His lips trembled, his voice stammered, and he couldn't make his words clear.

"This, this ......"

Before Aomine's words were finished, the white thick clouds that suddenly covered the sky, and snow began to fall.

He could no longer speak.

The falling snow soon covered a radius of thousands of miles.

Stopping on the flying sword in the sky, all the Gangyuan was in the snow, and all of them dissipated.

Ninety-seven, without the blessing of Gang Yuan, fell to the ground.

As it fell, the tips of the flying swords were all pointing downward, and they all stopped when the tips of the swords were at the level of the upper body of Arione.

At the same time as the flying sword came to a standstill, all the Gang Yuan in the bodies of the ninety-seven cultivators all stopped running.

Ninety-seven cultivators also fell to the ground with frightened faces.

They fall on a rooted, horizontal position.

Due to their location, there were many cultivators who should have fallen into the huge pit in front of Yougen's body, but they all ended up stopping in mid-air.

Yougen looked expressionlessly at the ninety-seven cultivators not far away, all of whom were shocked on their faces.

He raised his head slightly and looked at the snowy sky.

He opened his mouth suddenly, taking a long breath.

In his dantian, the six gas particles that had stopped in the darkness moved quickly.

The gas particles are constantly circling and flying, and there is no law at all, but each one is getting bigger and bigger.

The vitality between heaven and earth, like boiling water, exploded and leaped beside Yougen.

The snow beside him had no effect.

He lifted the sword in his hand and stepped towards the panicked Qingfeng cultivators.

Four thousand years ago, the Qinglian Dao people first entered the realm of enlightenment, and then drew talismans to destroy the demons.

Four thousand years later, there is a root who first enters the cave void but also realizes the realm, and wants to raise the sword to cut the emptiness. (To be continued......)

PS: Hmm.

Some rushed.

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