"Yan Chun returns to the road of flying swords, and the strongest Yan Chun returns... is worthy of my top sword!" Jiang Wang spread his hand, and Chang Suzumi gathered light and held it in his palm.

He did not go to the way of flying swords, but at this moment his sharpness was so sharp that Yan Chun could not even get back to his feet!

In the blazing sound of the fire of the catastrophe in the world, Yan Chunhui was silent.

He did never have the idea of ​​falling into a demon, but it was not for good or evil.

It is just because I can't forget the flying sword, and my starry man is brilliant. I must be a return as Yan Chun, use the flying sword as a small boat, leaping on the nine heavens and traveling to the starry sea, and reaching the supreme height.

He has always just used demons as a tool for practice... so is human beings. He studies people like this and also studies demons like this.

He would go to the starry sky with all his might and never care about anyone's feelings.

But how could anyone say... "It's not a decisive demon."

We meet by chance, and today we will be determined by life and death.

Do you care who I am?

Do you care about how I die?

Actually, I want to laugh.

How gentle is this?

Why don’t you call life and death stupid if you give up on yourself?

But he looked at Jiang Wang's eyes with his sword threads, and saw the unrest of Ning Ding.

Suddenly I realized that it was not politeness, but a look of seeking the truth.

He looked at himself in the stream countless times!

At this moment, he felt inexplicably trembling, as if he had seen a true soulmate, as if he had walked alone in the long night of three thousand years, and saw another sword-shaped torch and another dazzling starry sky!

Now the Tao is the decisive way, not the decisive devil!

"Yan Chun is back...I wish to make a decision with you!"

Everything at the Yellow River meeting was greed and struggle, and he always wanted to survive and seek the Tao. For this reason, he didn't care about anything. It was not until this moment that he really wanted to use his own Tao to verify Jiang Wang's Tao.

Those who seek the Tao on the river platform are passers-by throughout the ages!

In the sea of ​​fire in the world, starting with the sword eyes, the sword silk intertwined into a brand new human form.

The Taoist quality accumulated over three thousand years is like a mountain and a sea, blocking the fire of the world for him.

The devil fetus has been transformed, and the sword fetus has been reborn!

"The Eternal Sword Lord died, the Forgetful Sword Lord died. The selflessness has been destroyed, but I am the only one who is dead. The road to flying swords has long been cut off, and there is an endless abyss ahead!"

His voice roared in the sea of ​​fire, like a red carp flying across the dragon gate.

Yan Chun washed away all the magical intentions, and the new body transformed from the sword fetus jumped into the sea and towards the sky. When he walked to a certain place, it seemed to be the extreme of the sky, but he finally stopped.

If he fails to appear, he cannot live without this sea of ​​fire.

The Red Dust of Heaven and Earth Cauldron, the supreme magic of the Red Dust, and there is also the entire demonic energy of the ultimate human demon as firewood... The sea of ​​catastrophe in the palm of the Demon Ape is really vast and boundless.

The Heavenly Lord has reached the end of the world, and the comingers are wandering ahead of the world.

The sword light surrounds the body, and Yan Chun sighs softly.

"Three people came here."

"Jiang Mengxiong smashed his sword with one punch, and took this as a step to go on another path."

"Ying Fengqi walked in vain, bearing the weight of an era, forcibly connecting with a flying sword, and finally falling off the cliff and dying."

"I was earlier than them. I was the first person to come here after the era of Flying Swords was destroyed. I was also the last person to stick here after the era of Flying Swords."

"I want to forget the gap of an era, forget that the flying sword is dead, pretending that I am still walking under the brilliant starry sky, and I can leap into a dragon. I have thus achieved the ultimate... The semi-dementic flying sword is ultimate! But I can't move forward."

"Wuhui Valley is a road that cannot be turned back."

"I didn't refine demons at first."

"Swallow the heart, eat the soul, drink blood, behead the head, lift the face, peel the flesh, all evil, fortune telling... and then forget yourself. Finally forget yourself!"

He opened his hand and exuded his mind, as if he was crazy: "But I can't forget the broken flying sword, and I can't forget the star rain that night. I can't let this world forget that the era of flying swords has passed!"

He had a weird and self-deprecating smile on his face: "There are many people who no longer mention that the era of flying swords has passed because they don't even remember flying swords."

After stopping for a long time, he felt lost.

"Later I thought - the era of human flying swords has passed, where is the demon? There is no way to go in this world, and what about the wasteland tombs that represent the end of everything?"

"So there is a demon."

"I want to use 'forget' to smooth out the regrets of the times, but I found that I could not do it. The gaps in the times can only be filled with another eternal path, and I have to borrow the torrent of humanity to support it. The light of humanity is the last key to the perfect human body. The Yellow River Association is the most glorious event in the world. What I ask for is not available anywhere else, so I can only come to see the river platform."

He looked at Jiang Wang in the sea of ​​fire: "Jiang Zhenjun! I didn't mean to interfere with you. It's really here, I have to go forward!"

"You are right, and today's decision is the way."

"I want to thank you, for not using the devil! I will use the sword!"

"But you really figured out the consequences... Do you know what kind of sword will you face if you let go of Yan Chunhui like this?"

He does have the possibility of becoming a transcendent, if he falls into the desolate tomb of all realms, just move forward with the path of humans and demons.

The barren and exhausted tomb of all worlds will certainly welcome his new tribe.

But then he wouldn't have returned.

He hasn't seen it be here either.

"I'm dying in the sea of ​​suffering day after day, and I'm singing alone with my sword every year. When will winter go back and spring come back?"

Yan Chun returns in the sea of ​​fire in the world, the vast sky is... Step up!

I will walk and see the immortal.

The immortal, standing on the top of the giant ape's demon shadow, was like the top of the mountain, and the immortals, carrying a long lovesickness in his hand, jumped into the sea of ​​catastrophes, and turned around in front of Yan Chun.

Now those who seek the Tao are also those who block the Tao.

At this moment, both of the unlimited life and death field were in the palm of the giant ape demon shadow.

The sea of ​​fire in the palm of your palm is like a sea of ​​bitterness. Two people who seek the Tao meet in a small boat.

Jiang Wang didn't say anything.

Because there is no need to say anything when you reach this point.

He already knows Yan Chun's persistence in returning, and knows the way Yan Chun returns, but he knows whether he doesn't know, so he also wants to move forward like this because his path is here.

He was just carrying a sword, he was just walking in the sea of ​​catastrophe. The flame light was diverted for him, and the sword light was long for him.

All the immortals come to the court, and the sea of ​​disasters will also cause tides.

He said that with heaven, the sea of ​​disasters in the world is vast and boundless!

Only...Swordstone.

Yan Chunhui pointed his sword in front of him with one hand and pointed the sky with the other hand!

"Yan has no body, only the bright moon and the breeze. I will give you a bright moon and drink it!"

The frost light shines through the red sky, and the bright moon rises in the endless sea of ​​disasters!

This bright moon is not a moon wheel, not transformed by the Tao Yuan, and is not formed by the sword energy. It is the main form of the concept of "bright moon" that stands in the ancient star dome and illuminates the heavens and all worlds.

It's the real bright moon!

In the last era of flying swords, Tai Shubai, the swordsman of the Forgetful Sword, took wine from the moon and placed his flying sword in the immortal bright moon. He wanted to use this eternal moon to let his sword light shine forever - to continue the moment when the flying swords era passed like a meteor.

From then on, all heavens and all worlds have thoughts and the bright moon shines, and the flying sword falls.

Finally, he broke his sword and left only the old empty cup, in the bright moon that shone through the eternal world...every day and night.

Today Yanchun returned to get this cup, holding his bright moon and frost and snow.

The moon in the sky, the mind is sleepless and the cold light passes through the sky.

This is the last flying sword!
Chapter completed!