I am obsessed with eternal life and seeking flowers to bloom, and I am burying the moon and picking stars.

Ning Yi sounded a little familiar with this sentence, but for a moment he couldn't remember where he had heard it.

At this time, he could not think too much, because the black-haired boy had already attacked him with the long sword. The sword light was surging, and the sword energy was scattered everywhere, and the power could not be underestimated.

The black-haired boy's strength suddenly increased a lot after holding the long sword.

It's no wonder he dared to fight Ning Yi.

Because he has his own reliance.

As strong as Ning Yi, he had to become serious and deal with the young man's sharp offensive seriously.

At the same time, since the black-haired boy used a sharp weapon, he took out the world famous sword, Zhijun, short sword given to him by his grandfather, from his space magic weapon.

The sharp blades and swords intersected, and the clanging sound was shaking, and the bright Mars were flying everywhere.

At the same time, a strong wind swept across all directions with two people as the center.

During the fierce battle, Ning Yi's black eyes shone brightly. Looking at the black-haired boy in front of him, a smile full of excitement appeared on the corner of his mouth, and said, "This sword is indeed extraordinary."

If a person like him meets every time he is ordinary, it will be meaningless. Only when the stronger the opponent and the more threats he feels, will he be happier.

Because only when the opponent is stronger can you make yourself stronger.

Only when the opponent is stronger can you sharpen your mind and exercise your qualities in all aspects.

Therefore, when Ning Yi saw the black-haired boy vaguely threatening him because of the long sword in his hand, he showed a sincere and joyful smile on his face.

At the same time, he also took the initiative to improve his skills a lot to deal with the fierce offensive of the black-haired boy.

Ning Yi's true cultivation is far beyond the reach of the black-haired boy. Therefore, no matter how strong the boy attacked, he was ultimately defeated Ning Yi, who held the sword of Zhijun.

A mouthful of blood gushed out of the corner of his mouth. After Ning Yi's terrible blow, the black-haired boy Liu Ling was seriously injured and flew backwards, and fell to the ground in a very embarrassed manner.

Because his injuries were too serious, he was unable to get up from the ground and then fight again.

"You have a good cultivation level and the sword in your hand is also extraordinary. However, the difference in cultivation level between you and me is quite large. It is impossible to defeat me and avenge Zhang Zhe with this."

Looking at Liu Ling who fell to the ground not far away, Ning Yi said, his tone was not arrogant, but was just a very calm statement of a fact.

The implication is that if you want to take revenge, you have to work harder.

However, Ning Yi's calm words made Liu Ling unhappy in his heart. He looked at Ning Yi, and his eyes were filled with unwillingness. After wiping the blood flowing from the corner of his mouth, he said coldly: "Everything is not over yet! Even if you lose, you will be hurt!"

Then, he fell to the ground and tried to raise the long sword in his hand, point at Ning Yi, recited a mysterious and mysterious spell secret, and used some unique magical method.

As the black-haired boy's secret spell ended, the sword in his hand trembled violently and a shocking light burst out.

What was even more shocking was that as the sword light shone in the black-haired boy's hand shone, a mysterious energy appeared in the martial arts field, which made an extremely strange scene appear on the martial arts field. It also appeared in everyone's minds.

A graceful and beautiful girl, covered in blood, appeared in a battlefield filled with dilapidated and desolate corpses.

The sky is dark, dense clouds are covered with strong winds, and from time to time there are strong winds roaring, sand and stones flying.

Her eyes were distracted, she had no spirit, and looked in a state of dismay. However, even in this state, she was still looking for something in the sea of ​​corpses and blood.

She climbed over one corpse after another, walked through one small hill after another, and crossed countless weeds, never stopping.

This battlefield is extremely vast and boundless, but she still searches for the corpses, even though some of them are already broken, and some parts are not even bones left.

After walking thousands of miles, her eyes became more empty and her eyes became more and more dissipated.

Suddenly, on a bloody hill not far from her, a figure stood upright in front of her.

It was a man who had long been dead but still stood unyieldingly. His body was full of terrifying wounds, and his hair was covered with bright red blood, and he looked extremely miserable and beautiful.

In the man's hand, there was an iron sword. The iron sword seemed ordinary, but it gave people an extremely sharp and impatient feeling. Bright red blood kept flowing on the sword body.

Originally, the girl's eyes were very empty and unsightly, just like a walking corpse, but when she saw the man seeing the iron sword, there was a little more spirit in her dispersed eyes. At the same time, there was a sense of sadness and sadness.

Obviously, the man and girl who are stubborn and unyielding in this blood-colored hill know each other and are unwilling to fall until death, and they seem to have a deep relationship and a deep relationship.

Slowly approaching the hill that was stained with blood, the girl looked at the heroic and upright man stained with blood, and then she took the sword that was still dripping with blood in the man's hand into her hand.

She lowered her head, reached out to stroke the iron sword dyed with bright red blood in her hand, and the sadness and sadness in her empty eyes became more and more.

She plucked her hair that was fluttering in the wind, and then she looked up slightly and looked at the sky with thick clouds covered with dark and violent winds from time to time. Her empty and unrestrained eyes were as deep as stars.

"The gods die, the demons die. But I am still there forever..."

Looking at an unknown place deep in the sky, she murmured to herself slightly. Her voice was very pleasant, but it was full of sadness and the meaning of loneliness and loneliness.

"Thousands of disasters, hundreds of generations of difficulties, eternal rush. In the blink of an eye, the ages withered, the cycle of death was destroyed, countless geniuses, heroes and overlords went on one after another, and their bodies were killed..."

"The soul of war is endless, the spirit is immortal, the war song is always played, your blood and tears will never flow in vain..."

The girl murmured to herself, a look of firmness flashed across her delicate cheeks stained with blood.

At the same time, she looked at the mysterious unknown place above the sky and saw scenes of fierce battles constantly appearing in her eyes, bleeding and corpses spread all over the world, and the blood of millions of people dyed the sky and the earth red. The stars shattered, the sun and the moon were turned upside down, and the endless aura of destruction enveloped the vast universe, which was really terrifying.

"Wow..."

At this time, the world where the girl was located seemed to react to her words, and it suddenly started to rain heavily. At the same time, countless thunder and lightning were passing through the ink-colored sky like dragons and snakes.

In an instant, the endless violent rain flooded the girl, and her bright red clothes were wet.

However, the girl seemed to have never seen all this and had no sense of it. Her eyes were still standing in place without blinking at the sky like a sculpture.

The only difference is that her eyes become slightly cold and there is a faint murderous aura flowing. It seems that at the end of the sky, in that endless distant place, there is a great enemy that makes her hate her endlessly hated.

"Are you scared? Are you afraid that your destiny will be dominated by others one day?" Looking at the ink-colored sky, the girl said slowly, as if there was really her opponent above the sky.

However, no one answered her. At this time, the world where the clouds were churning, the wind was howling, and the lightning was thundering, there was nothing else except the heavy rain. There was no other sound except the sound of the rushing rain and the thunder that was almost inaudible by the sound of the rain.

Then, the picture in everyone's mind was completely blurred and turned into darkness. Only the girl's slightly lonely and sad words still echoed in everyone's ears.

"Closing over all directions, the sword is covered with an inch of frost. It gallops across the board, looking down on the world; it swings the sword out, and thousands of men cannot stop it, and the young man is amazed by the stars in the years. The immortal road is vast, and the dead bones become kings. That is the battlefield destined by heroes..."

"Eternal life is obsessed with finding flowers to bloom, and embrace the moon and pick the stars to bury one person..."
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