Love Warriors Cong Liangji

But just like what Jiang Liu did when he wanted to give up countless times before, with just one deep breath, he cleared all his distracting thoughts, and his heart was as calm as water.

"Chong!"

Without words, without hesitation, the blades collided with each other, and the brilliant sparks disturbed the cold moonlight.

This is an unspeakably gorgeous sword halberd. The life-threatening blade seems to have life at this moment, blooming the most dazzling brilliance in the battle between each other.

No one spoke, and no one looked away, integrating everything physically and mentally into this battle.

It's not that the body becomes the sword, nor does the sword become the extension of the body, but that the two are the exterior and interior of each other, and there is no need to distinguish between you and me.

It seems that the cold killing technique can also be described as "beautiful".

However, the more beautiful and splendid things are, the more short-lived they are. The blades of both sides have gone back and forth many times, but in reality, it is only a few short breaths, and the victory or defeat is decided in a blink of an eye.

tick tick...

Viscous blood dripped down, bending a plant of green grass.

Jiang Liu looked at the Taidao on his chest very calmly, his heart was smashed in an instant, although it was just a single sword, the frantic sword energy seemed to pass through his body like thousands of blades.

Feeling the constant flow of vitality from the body, and the shadow of death getting closer, Jiang Liu unexpectedly did not have any emotional fluctuations.

Perhaps, I have seen too many deaths in this hell, and now even my own death is no surprise.

Darkness came quietly...

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This is a grassland shrouded in darkness. Countless stars are reflected in the cloudless sky, guarding the curved crescent moon, which sprinkles cold light on the wind-blown grassland, creating circles of silver ripples.

A handful of rusted knives are vaguely hidden among the grass, and the number is unknown.

A coolness came from the tip of his nose, and Jiang Liu woke up from his trance.

In this world, which is very different from other levels of hell, the only abnormal thing he found was the "dead tree" standing on the high slope and under the crescent moon.

"call......"

Letting out a long breath, he pulled out the sword at his waist, and the man stepped forward on the soft grass...

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This is a grassland shrouded in darkness...

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Jiang Liu, who had lost an arm, finally couldn't stop the old man's blade. With his heart veins chopped off, he showed a lonely smile and fell slowly...

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Although he had already slashed the opponent's chest, before he could unleash his strength, his own vitals were penetrated. Jiang Liu laughed at himself, let go of the dark sword, and let it fall on the grass.

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This is a land without any tenderness. The brilliance of the new moon reflects on the steel land, and the rusted swords and swords in the forest reflect a blood color deeper than black, and even the night wind carries a little fishy smell.

"As expected of 'Abi Hell'." Jiang Lu sighed.

Mountain of Swords?It really fits the appearance of Avici Hell in the imagination of the world.

Apart from this forest of swords, there is only one existence that can be called an enemy in the whole world, and that is the old man who stands on countless swords like a dead tree.

Without hesitation or flinching, Jiang Liu drew out the sword from his waist and went upstream against the bloody night wind.

... a severed tendon in his right foot, two broken ribs, and a blind eye.

But it was at the price of one eye, allowing him to find the gap in the infinite possibilities and successfully cut it off!

呲——!

The thin wind blew from his neck, the old man paused, slowly retracted his knife, and stood in front of Jiang Liu, looking at him.

"you......"

It was so hoarse that it was hard to believe it was a human voice, as if it hadn't been used for thousands of years.

"You...you won..."

Jiang Liu let out a long breath, showing a relieved smile: "Yes—"

【--I won. 】

The voices overlapped, and Jiang Liu finally saw the other party's face clearly in a trance.

It was a face that was extremely skinny, almost invisible to the human form, with countless scars imprinted on it, showing the countless Shura fields he had crossed.

However, it was such a face that made Jiang Liu very familiar.

He looked at his hands belatedly. In his impression, they should be a pair of strong and powerful hands. Although they are not as muscular as a Hercules, they are raised to the right degree, which is the most suitable proportion for a swordsman.

But now, the skin on his hands was as dry and barren as bark, and the joints protruded like skeletons.

Looking down, the clothes on his body were no longer simple and well-fitting kimonos, but a gray-white rag full of stains. The breeze blew past, revealing a dead body inside.

Ah... Am I so skinny?

Jiang Liu looked at the old man—no, face to face with himself, and was silent for a long time.

Suddenly, he showed an ugly smile.

"So that's what happened."

When you think about it, you will understand, after an unknown period of time in hell, how could your appearance be exactly the same as in memory.

Waiting for life, black rope, scorching heat, calling, uniting the crowd... After experiencing the ravages of hell, his physical body has already "dead", and he is only absorbing the magic power and negativity in hell. Energy lingers.

Just like the rusted swords here, they have long lost their original appearance.

Now, is he closer to human beings, or the evil ghost Shura?

"puff!"

Draw the sword and behead "self", a long sword falls on the ground, and become a member of the mountain of swords.

Jiang Liu stood on the blade of Infinity, silently staring at the new moon, wondering what he was thinking.

Suddenly, if he felt something, he turned around and looked under the sword mountain.

A barefoot, thin, gray-haired old man with only a sword came to the foot of the mountain. He was clearly dying, but he had the clear eyes of a young man.

"Are you the last enemy?"

As the young man said so, he walked up the sword mountain step by step, and Jiang Liu also showed an inexplicable smile, and drew out the dilapidated pitch-black sword.

Chapter 134: Breaking down and then standing up, Nirvana is reborn!

In the cracks of time, the operation of thinking is infinitely elongated, and the existence of self is extremely thin. There is no need to think or do anything. This is the realm of nothingness.

Swing down the blade countless times, climb the mountain of blood wind countless times, and kill your past self countless times.If facing oneself directly is also a kind of practice, then Jiang Liu can be said to have reached the extreme on this road.

However, this is meaningless, until the whole world is covered with swords, until the crescent moon is dyed blood red, until the body and soul are burned, this twisted cycle will never end.

[Abi Infernal Hell], there is no physical torture here, only overlapping and interlaced time, and reincarnation like a maze with no exit.

Until the end, those who stay here can no longer be called human beings, but the residue left in purgatory.

The almost weathered body has lost the characteristics of the flesh, and the Immortal Sword has been spliced ​​again after being broken countless times, and now the jet-black sword is full of red cracks.

Everything is incomplete, and the world can be said to have been a garbage dump full of debris.

Now, if someone came here, there would be no doubt that Jiang Liu would be defeated by a gust of wind, because he was more fragile than a statue made of sand.

clatter......

Another "self" came in front of him, Jiang Liu turned his head at an extremely slow speed, and "looked" at the other person with his eyes that had lost his vision.

I don't know how long it took, and no one made a next move, and the world seemed to stand still.

Suddenly, the corners of Jiang Liu's mouth turned up slightly, revealing a "smile" that only met the minimum requirements of etiquette.

Without any hesitation, the former "self" drew out his long knife, and Jiang Liuxiao's head was blown by the gust of wind.

...This time, the soul that is about to collapse can no longer withstand any reincarnation.

The body turned into gravel, the spirit shattered into tens of thousands, and the last trace of clarity fell into eternal darkness.

Jiangliu's Avici Hell is over.

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In the deepest, deepest, coldest water.

The human figure formed by the accumulation of gravel was decomposed into countless at the first moment of entering, and it gradually diffused in the water like a cloud.

Hidden in the mud and sand are things as beautiful as pearls, which are crystal clear colored glaze.It should have been quite a large area, but after being broken, it was divided into an unknown number of pieces, which were hidden under the turbidity of the sand, and each piece reflected a colorful dream.

[Distant Mountains and Rivers] - All the concepts that make up this individual are dissolved and decomposed at this moment, falling into the tide of origin.

When the soul collapses to this point, it cannot be restored again, and will be mixed with other things, and then flow out from the "uncanny hole" to enter the next reincarnation.

— Generally speaking, this is the case.

When the sand is about to completely dissipate in the vast sea, a striking light flashes in the darkness. The slender and tough light is so conspicuous in the dark world, but it is so yearning.

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Only when the light converges can it be seen that it is not a miracle, but just a strand of hair.

It is so slender and weak, it can neither carry heavy loads, nor can it gather the lost silt, it can do nothing in this sea of ​​origin.

...no, not really.

At one end of the hair, after the sand dissipated, another piece of glaze was exposed, but this piece was fastened firmly.

【This is an agreement...】

Words and someone's face make up the briefest of memories, so fleeting of intelligence that it's not even a vehicle for emotion.

Memory, spirit, emotion, personality... No matter what one lacks, it cannot be called a complete human being.And this tiny fragment of memory is really nothing compared to the human "heart" that even the gods can't analyze.

However, if you want to come to this world, there are indeed miracles.Around the last piece of colored glaze, sparkling spots of stars gradually emerged, gathering like glowing mayflies. If you look closely, they are pieces of colorful colored glaze with different shapes!

[Independent appearance], [anti-spiritual pollution], [ancient will], [the flower of hope that never fades]...

If there was a reason for what he saw, every ability he possessed could explain it.