Chapter 100: If you never go back, you never go back (fourth shift)
Chapter 100: If One Goes and Doesn’t Return, One Goes and Doesn’t Return (Fourth Shift)
The Sword Immortal was strong.
There was no doubt about it, as a Sword Immortal who had been reborn by crossing over with the Sword Dao, he majored in breaking all laws with a single sword.
Regardless of the other party’s devious tricks.
I will break it with one sword without fear or favor!
Faced with hundreds or thousands of times the enemy, the white-clothed Sword Immortal did not retreat in half a step, and the breath emanating from his body became sharper and sharper.
Clank~!
The surging and volatile sword qi was like a divine dragon coming out of the sea, spanning thousands of feet and sweeping away thousands of troops.
Where the terrifying sword dao astral qi wreaked havoc, countless evil demons wailed, and endless demonic qi flew away and turned into nothingness, causing one’s blood to spurt.
Unfortunately.
Compared to the endless demonic clouds, the endless demonic clans, the ones that the white-clothed Sword Immortal killed were not worth mentioning at all, completely a drop in the bucket.
A sword that cut through the demonic clouds would soon be covered by even denser demonic clouds.
A sword that cut through the demons would soon be replaced by more demons, compared to the total number of demons, there was hardly the slightest weakening to be seen.
White-clothed Sword Immortal.
After all, there was only one person.
The sword energy flourished again.
It was also impossible to swat away this endless demon race with just one person’s strength.
In the end.
Endless magic clouds surging, that magic clouds in the sword light began to gradually darken, no longer like the initial that unstoppable, people look wind invincible.
Rong~
The Sword Immortal’s attack was slightly decreasing, but the demonic clouds instantly became even more rampant than before.
The black thick clouds were like monstrous waves, surging towards the white-clothed Sword Immortal, one wave after another, slapping towards him, not giving him a chance to catch his breath at all.
In the end.
White-clothed Sword Immortal is still wounded, wrapped in endless magic clouds, the three-foot long sword in his hand is broken, white clothes stained with blood, I don’t know how many gruesome wounds are spread all over his body.
The original sharpness of the breath that had rushed into the sky, at this time also withered, obviously consumed greatly.
But he still did not retreat in half a step.
Holding the remnants of the sword in his hand, he stood proudly on the top of the clouds in the ninth sky, alone, facing the endless demonic clouds, behind him were ten thousand lights, beings who had no knowledge of this bloody battle.
The sound of suona gradually converge, no longer open and unrestrained.
The ghostly erhu sound sounded, seems to have foreseen the end of the sword immortal, in his feat.
Kill!!!
Sword Immortal slowly raised the remnant sword in his hand, his body burning with red-golden flames, and his already shriveled aura steeply increased by several times, steeply increased by ten times in an instant.
This moment.
His entire person had transformed into a sword, a supreme divine sword that was enough to open up the heavens and the earth.
Heaven and earth were the same!
The white figure disappeared, transforming into endless flames, transforming into the last shooting star in the black dome of the sky, transforming into a sword qi that traversed ten thousand miles and tore through the sky.
The sword qi traversed 30,000 li!
A sword light chills the nineteen states!
The flavor of this sword seemed to illuminate the ages of the ages.
That despairing, oppressive, and almost unstoppable demonic cloud was hardened and penetrated.
Through the cracks torn by the sword aura, one could see light cast down from the nine heavens above, causing hope to reappear in the obscure earth.
Although, it was only for an instant.
……
The Sword Immortal fell.
The remnants of the sword fell from the dome of the sky, slanting into the barren mountain.
It was like a tombstone.
The bloodstains on top of the sword’s blade that hadn’t dried up yet were like the inscription on the tombstone, expounding on a tragic battle.
The erhu sounded hoarse.
The atmosphere was low, and heaven and earth were grieving together.
The demonic clouds became more and more rampant, and had already covered most of the sky.
One could not help but feel despair.
Suddenly.
Sharper, higher-pitched suona sounds than before rang out, accompanied by rumbling war drums and low trumpet sounds.
War music that resounded throughout the entire Divine State.
On top of the Ten Thousand Mountains, a brilliant divine light shot out, rushing forward and back towards the endless demonic clouds.
Sword Qi, streaking across the nine skies!
Thunder, shattering the darkness!
Talismans, breaking evils and destroying demons!
Formations, warp the heavens and weft the earth!
……
Under the Ten Thousand Years Pine.
The oldest old men sat opposite each other, halfway through the game of chess, smiles appeared on all of their faces as they slowly stood up, transforming into two streams of light, rushing towards the demonic clouds.
Next to the fragrant flowers.
The middle-aged man stroked his son and daughter’s little heads, took one last look at his beloved woman, put on his battle armor, carried his long sword, and rushed towards the nine clouds.
In the Thunder Deep Valley.
The young man with a little childishness on his face, resolutely stepped out of the valley, holding a war halberd and rushed straight into the nine skies, and in an instant, the purple aura flashed, just like a divine ruler who was in charge of the thunder.
The spirit of the wind, fearless!
…… Miserable.
This battle was tragic beyond everyone’s expectations.
Picture.
The black demonic clouds were split apart again and again, only to be reunited again and again.
The top of the dome of the sky.
A stream of light disappeared, a remnant body fell, and miserable hot blood splattered the sky.
In the Phoenix Tower.
All the murmurs had disappeared at this point, and everyone was staring at the scene in stagnation, with only shock and a strong sense of sadness remaining in their hearts.
Their eyes, at some point, were moist.
They knew that the sound realm was often a refraction of reality, often what the creator of the sound scripture had once seen and heard.
So.
At this moment, this scene floating in front of their eyes, the probability was that it was a war that had once actually happened in the past years.
It was not fictionalized.
Perhaps there really was a Sword Immortal back then, who was clearly already looking forward to a long life, free between heaven and earth, but in order to guard the living world, he fought until his sword broke and he died.
Maybe there really was that group of people.
Say goodbye to your parents, say goodbye to your family, go to the battlefield, ready to die in a hundred battles, buried bones in his hometown.
If they don’t come back, then they don’t come back!
Just because, behind them are ten thousand lights, behind them are countless compatriots.
Although thousands of people, I go!
……
Outside Phoenix House.
There were more and more pedestrians stopping by, and as they listened to the tuneful sounds coming out of the building, countless images erupted in their minds.
The eyes, gradually became moist.
It was as if they had already resonated with that subtle sound, substituting into that war.
Street corner.
A middle-aged man dressed in rags, hair disheveled, eyes godless, exudes an incomparable decadent atmosphere, like a wretched beggar.
He walked aimlessly, his steps stumbling, seemingly losing the direction of his life.
Suddenly.
It was as if he heard something, and his eyes steeply erupted with radiant light as he looked towards the direction of Fengqi Tower.
Eyes.
The original lax light began to slowly converge, and the original shriveled and disorganized breath began to gradually recover.
“Transition Immortal Song!”
“Senior, Senior Brother, and Senior Uncles.”
“Back, back, all back.”
“I missed you all so much!”
“All these years, I’ve held up so hard, so hard~!”
“Giving birth to a child, it’s so tiring!”
The middle-aged man muttered, staring blankly in the direction of Fengqi Building, his eyes gradually becoming moist.
Tears swirled in them.
A man’s tears are not light, just before he reaches the place of sadness.
He slowly closed his eyes, letting go of his entire mind and soul, completely and utterly integrating into that melody.
The breath around his body.
Gradually became more and more introverted, the whole person’s sense of existence greatly reduced, as if disappeared from the void in general.
……
The impassioned war song lasted for a long, long time.
Finally.
The sky-covering demonic clouds were dispersed, and clarity was restored between heaven and earth.
The lights of the ten thousand homes were re-lighted.
Above the collapsed mountains, it was full of devastation, ancient pines were destroyed, hundreds of flowers withered, and a grave, densely packed, stood.
The mountain wind blew.
Broken flagpoles, mutilated battle flags hunted.
White ribbons fluttered in the wind, as if they were showing the way to the heroic souls, returning home to those lost in the distance.
All is silent.
Only the sound of the mountain wind if there is any left looming, to this pale soundscape, adding a few points of sadness.
When~
The sound of the ancient bronze bell resounded once again, low and majestic.
It echoed for a long time.
PS: There’s an update in the evening, it’s being written.
What about.
Don’t fatten up guys, the next episode is a series of climaxes coming up!
(End of chapter)