The Strongest Little White Face of Martial Arts

I saw the millstone slowly disappearing in the sword world, like a drop of water melting into the sea.

The beast god's eyes lit up.

"You are very strong." He said to Chu Heng seriously.

Even in the face of an existence like the sword world that he can't understand, and he has never even seen before, he is still calm.

"You are worthy of my power. Maybe Linglong will be happy to see you."

The phantom behind him has slowly dissipated.

The woman in the green smoke slowly revealed a smile.

It seems to be facing the beast god, and it seems to be facing Chu Heng.

Perhaps, for her, she has been invincible for too long, and seeing Chu Heng today, she finally lost the loneliness of being overwhelmed by the cold.

If it wasn't for loneliness, who would create a beast god to accompany him?

Suddenly, a peerless woman appeared in Chu Heng's heart, appearing in these [-] mountains, but this woman is so outstanding, so outstanding that no one can compare with this woman in this world.

A few lines of poetry suddenly appeared in Chu Heng's heart.

There is a pot of wine among the flowers, drinking alone without a blind date, toasting to invite the bright moon, and the shadows become three people, I sing and the moon wanders, and my dancing shadows are chaotic.

Perhaps, this is the real reason why Linglong created the Beast God!

At this moment, the Beast God didn't look back, but seemed to see the phantom behind him dissipate.

"You know what? Every time I fight with her, I suppress myself."

The beast god seemed to be talking to Chu Heng, and also seemed to be talking to himself.

"I'm always afraid that if my strength is too strong, I will hurt her. +] I'm always afraid that she will think that I am so evil and there is no cure."

"Maybe, I'm really hopeless."

Chu Heng listened to her murmur, but did not make another move.

To him, a person like Beast God is not an enemy, if it is not for the different standpoints, maybe he would have a drink with him.

The Beast God looked at Chu Heng, as if he also understood him.

"I used to think, why did Linglong create me and destroy me? It wasn't until I was sealed for a thousand years, no one spoke, no one remembered me, and I was about to go crazy, that I suddenly understood. Yes, it's loneliness."

"I was born out of loneliness, and I suffered from the deepest loneliness in the world. What remains is only a little bit of despair."

"Do you know what it feels like to be extremely desperate?"

The Beast God smiled slowly.

"Lonely—heaven and earth."

There was no wind and no sound.

It was as if the world suddenly lost its color.

Following his words, Chu Heng found that he seemed to have entered a seal with no end in sight.

Everything around is black, even the sword world is no longer in his senses.

He understood that his five senses, and even all the ways to communicate with the outside world, had been deprived by the Beast God.

The despair of the Beast God has no end in sight. For him, even emotions are slowly dying out in loneliness.

The voice of the beast god came from the ethereal.

"You know, I can't die. What about Linglong? She won't survive."

Chu Heng originally thought,

I have already reached the realm of creating a world with one sword.

But after realizing the existence of the sword world, he realized that he hadn't gone far enough on this road.

More importantly, after seeing the beast god today, he knew what the real power of creation was like.

Linglong Priestess is probably the person with the deepest understanding of nature in this world.

The beast god she created will never be annihilated even after thousands of years.

But now, Chu Heng already understood what was missing in his swordsmanship.

Obsession!

The witch Linglong created the Beast God because of her loneliness. For her, the Beast God is the sustenance of all her emotions.

And in this empty and lonely world, Chu Heng also began to reflect on his heart 857 times to find out what his own obsessions are.

Confidante, red sleeves add fragrance?

No, this is a responsibility arising from a coincidence. For Chu Heng, this is a beauty that he must protect.

The way of the sword is respected, invincible vertically and horizontally?

No, this is the scenery on his road. Along the way, everyone's scorn or admiration, to him, is just a breeze blowing on the face and a bright moon shining on the river.

what is it then?