Xingtie: After my death, Liuying will understand love

He had seen people who were determined to die rush to the execution ground of their destiny, facing the death that was destined to come calmly.

"We are all walking on the bright road of heaven, and you will cut off the final destiny."

He had seen the Cloud Riders burning the fire of life, even if they had no hope, they would continue to move forward.

Shouting "The fairy boat is flying, and the Cloud Riders will always win!"

He had seen the tens of thousands of battleships that continued to move forward at the cost of their own crashes, and the unyielding will of the battleship soldiers was shining.

It was a desperate charge, even if it cost blood, to pave the way for victory.

He had seen the vast grace of the Emperor Bow, crushing everything into dust, and mortals were like dust in front of God.

And under the peach tree.

The girl waiting for him to go home.

These are all of An Ming, his past, and shaped everything called "An Ming".

An Ming slowly raised the scabbard, which was darker than the night, with his left hand. The whole street was silent at this moment. The people of Fengrao didn't understand why such an old man with a sword suddenly appeared in Yuque.

Such a short-lived person has never appeared in the intelligence. Who is he?

"Don't be fooled by him! Go and activate the coordinates!"

Sharp weapons penetrated the clouds and mist and pointed directly at An Ming in the middle of the street.

Scattered cloud riders gathered behind An Ming, all with wounds on their bodies. Looking at the motionless back in front of them, they all showed respect in their eyes.

"Protect the sword master!"

"Sword master, we will charge with you!"

The blood in the chest that had cooled for many years seemed to boil again. The right hand slowly fell on the hilt and pulled out an inch of the black jade-like sword body——

The shrill sword intent drew a straight line. No one could see what happened. A row of Bu Li people fell down, covering their necks. The hot blood spurted out like a straight line, staining a piece of floor tiles red.

"What the hell!"

"Mobilize the fleet and focus fire on him!"

No one even saw An Ming draw his sword, and a large number of Fengrao people fell down like wheat being cut.

When the sound of the rushing wind was heard, that was the moment when the head fell.

An Ming was like the god of death in the dark night, until there was no one standing in front of him, and the sword was only three inches out of the sheath.

The ground of the street seemed to have experienced a terrible storm, and countless sharp sword edges would leave dense marks, and the blood of Fengrao people flowed to An Ming's feet.

An Ming cast his eyes to the ten directions of light in the distance.

He was waiting, waiting for an opportunity.

"Sword head!" Yunqi supported his injured companion, and the heat in his eyes was like fire, full of hope.

"Evacuate the people as soon as possible and take them to the port. Reinforcements will arrive soon."

"But even if it is the nearest Luofu, it will take at least..."

That is a desperate number. It is impossible to hold on until the moment of reinforcement. By then, the only thing left may be the dead Yuque.

"I will be here."

An Ming raised Wuye horizontally, holding the hilt with his right hand, and with a gust of wind, he lifted up -

Draw the sword!

The sword that was enough to swallow the night slashed straight out a sword intent across the sky. A violent explosion exploded from behind the clouds, and the flames ignited the dark night sky.

This sword alone cut down hundreds of fighting ships. The scrapped parts were like a downpour of fire, lighting up An Ming's sharp eyes.

What kind of eyes were those... From them, it seemed that a peerless sword that had been sleeping for many years was shining again.

I will be here. It's just a sentence, but it is An Ming's promise.

He will stand here.

Until he used the sword in his hand to cut off the final fate.

Yunqi took a deep breath, saluted An Ming at last, and then left the center of the battlefield with his injured comrades.

The old man with pale long hair stood alone in the middle of the street, facing hundreds of thousands of Fengrao troops.

One man, one sword.

The sword tip was stained with blood, drawing a straight blood line on the ground.

The murderous eyes seemed to tell everyone - "Those who cross the line will die!"

The Fengrao people will not stop, and will not stop the weapons in their hands because of one person. Yaoguang is gone, and the person in front of them is the last obstacle.

The endless Fengrao army landed through the battleship. Under the diffuse white fog, the green vines gradually spread to the entire Yuque.

In the abyss that could not see the end, Taowu slowly opened his scarlet eyes, and the green vines were like blood vessels, turning into endless vitality, completely awakening this ancient evil beast!

The Ten Directions Light Reflection Realm began to tremble violently, and the crystal-clear cracks began to slowly spread to the edge, and the collapse was irreversible.

The people of Yuque quickly evacuated to the port under the guidance of the Cloud Riders and the clans, but they could not evacuate on the Star Raft under the fog, so they could only use the port as the last stronghold.

And just in front, there were constant sounds of violentThe fierce sounds of fighting were all ruthlessly wiped out by the light of the sword.

The people of Fengfu are building a bridge across Anming with their flesh and blood.

No matter how powerful you are, you are still human, and as long as you are human, you will get tired at that moment——

The snow-white gown was soaked with blood, but it was all the enemy's blood. An Ming not only had to block the abundant civilian army formation on the ground, but also had to take care of the fleet in the sky.

"Idiot An Ming!"

"I have to carry it all by myself again!"

In a daze, An Ming seemed to see Fu Xuan scolding him with his hands on his hips, his beautiful eyes always full of tenderness and concern.

The sword edge cut off Bu Liren's body, and he fell sideways.

This life is already blessed enough, and being able to meet Fu Xuan is a great blessing.

The flesh and blood penetrated and even the bones were shattered. Wuye once again passed over the heads of countless people, and the scarlet blood almost stained the sword body.

"Xuan'er, I'm sorry."

This is not a long life, it is coming to an end.

Another sword light soared into the sky, smashing tens of thousands of fleets into pieces. The sword intent that shattered the space could even cut a terrifying black hole in mid-air.

The Fengrao people soon discovered the devastating fact. As time went by, Anming not only did not get tired, but became stronger.

The weapon beasts, the fleet, and the weapons all have no effect on the old man in front of him!

Is this still a fucking human being?

But as the fog gradually dissipated, a vague light could be seen vaguely on the horizon.

Before dawn, the sky is always particularly dark.

An Ming no longer remembered how many Fengshou people he had killed, but the originally empty streets in front of him were now filled with corpses with broken limbs.

He stood in the sea of ​​blood, holding a bloody sword, making countless rich people tremble with fear.

An Ming is not afraid of death, he is just... reluctant to give up.

Violent vibrations were heard in the distance, and the huge mountain-like 梼杌 completely tore the legal world that sealed it into pieces, and a dense emerald green tsunami climbed up from the abyss.

Somewhere in the distance, a line of sight slowly fell.

An Ming saw Him.

I also saw my destined fate.

"An Ming!"

An extremely familiar voice suddenly sounded from behind, and An Ming's leaving figure hesitated slightly.

"Don't go...don't go-!"

"I don't want you to die!"

On the distant horizon, the figure gradually overlaps with the light of dawn.