The Strongest Little White Face of Martial Arts

The power of time, the power of fate, and the power of space converged on the Qinggang sword, roaring.

The sword intent to slay ghosts and gods, under this sword, hummed and shrank like the most humble servant, and finally turned into nothingness.

The sky suddenly fell into darkness.

There is only one light, that is the Qinggang sword!

"Use my strongest sword to bury this true hero!"

The fourth form of the Dazizai Excalibur - Zizai Qiankun!

It seems that there really is a world that appears in the eyes of everyone.

In this world, everyone is safe and happy, and everyone is not oppressed by fate.

As long as you work hard, you can get it.

As long as you pay, there will be rewards.

The sword light flashed, and the mirage-like scenery disappeared without a trace.

Wan Jianyi looked at the sword in confusion, as if he saw the future and hope.

"Is this the way of the sword you want?"

Wan Jianyi was silent, and asked in disbelief.

"...Yes! I want to use this sword to build a paradise."

"The sword is a murder weapon, but killing people is not the way of the sword!"

"Using the sword is to seek the Tao!"

"Fate is not fair, so I flattened fate!"

"The world is restless, so I will create another world!"

Wan Jianyi was a little silent: "I can't see that you are a kind person."

Chu Heng smiled, and shook his head: "No!"

"I am not a good person, nor a wicked person, but I am confident that the way of the sword I have walked out can make everyone feel at ease! One day, my sword will be the strongest sword, and my way of the sword will be the best in this world. The way of the sword that everyone must practice!"

"I don't know how to help people, but God also wants to help those who help themselves."

"God's will is neither good nor evil, and I am neither good nor evil."

"Those who learn my sword will one day get rid of their fate and everyone will be like a dragon!"

Chu Heng pondered for a while, but said with certainty.

His voice became louder and firmer.

"No wonder, no wonder!"

Wan Jian let out a mournful cry, as if roaring.

"This life, big mistake!"

Wan Jianyi laughed out loud as if he had figured out something.

"It's a pity! It's a pity that I can't live in the world you said! It's a pity!"

"It's sad, I have used the sword for thousands of years, and only now do I know that I have made a big mistake in this life!"

Wan Jian laughed out tears and looked at Chu Heng.

"Take my eyes! Go on! Let me see when the world you mentioned will come true!"

Chu Heng smiled, and he nodded: "You will see."

"I really... look forward to it..."

Wan Jianyi said lightly, his figure had already begun to appear unreal.

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"thanks……"

Before disappearing, he mouthed these two words.

"Senior Brother Wan!"

Shuiyue let out a mournful cry, looking at the disappearing figure.

Wan Jian turned his head and looked at her. In that gaze, there was love, guilt, and a smile and pride that hadn't been wiped out for thousands of years.

Master Shuiyue stared fixedly at the person in front of him, wanting to grab something, but didn't know what to grab.

"I'm sorry..." Wan Jianyi's eyes, she could understand all her life.

Master Shuiyue stared blankly at the empty void, seemingly unable to react.

"Master?" Lu Xueqi asked worriedly. Today was too cruel for Shuiyue. The junior brother she had known for thousands of years died in front of her eyes today in order to protect him.

......

She has missed her lover for 300 years, and she met today, but she left forever.