Great Xia Gwangju, the west of the vast city, the top of the Ten Thousand Swords Mountain, the edge is gone, and the originally shattered void is slowly repairing itself under the laws of the vast land of Shenzhou.

This earth-shattering, weeping ghost and god holy battle came to an end, and the downpour above the sky reappeared, continuing to fill the night sky of Gwangju, as if nothing had happened before, and it rained down with a bang.

Although time can smooth everything, there are some things and things that are destined to be remembered by history and people.

The Burial Sword Lake on Wanjian Mountain has no water, nor does it have any sword soul, only revealing an unfathomable dark hole, and above the void of the pit, Zhao Yu and Murong He stood face to face, and the severed misty blood sword, along with the cold ice, fell weakly into the pit below, leaving an extremely poignant trajectory.

This is the end of the Great Xia Kendo, and it is destined to be desolate!

Zhao Yu, who had cut off the entire sword path, was still as indifferent as a peaceful lake at this time, and the three avenue flowers burning in the center of his eyebrows gradually extinguished, turning into blood-red cinnabar lines again, and the young emperor's left cheek had a small wound, which added a trace of coldness to his handsome and abnormal face.

Zhao Yu's dark eyes and Murong He's blood-soaked eyes looked at each other, but surprisingly, the killing intent in the eyes of both sides was not strong.

The look in the young emperor's eyes was serious, while Murong He was guilty.

"Your Majesty, my skills are not as good as others, I am willing to bow to the wind, without any complaints, but the way of the sword is cut off from my own hands, I am really ashamed. ”

A faint voice came out of Murong He's mouth, and then in his blood-soaked eyes, the color of guilt became thicker, and even gushed out, like two lines of blood and tears, and then Murong He continued to speak:

"I am a disciple of the sword, and I hope that Your Majesty will take care of one or two, the Great Xia Sword Dao and my hands are damaged, but I have a hunch that the sword will be recast again in the hands of the apprentice sword student. ”

After Murong He's voice fell, a hoarse whimper suddenly came from the shore in the distance, and then Murong He raised his head, looked at the girl who was kneeling on the shore and had tears streaming down her face, and smiled softly.

"Woo, woo!"

Covered in mud and extremely weak, Jian Sheng was no longer able to utter any words at this time, he could only whimper and howl, and then Zhao Yu's gaze passed through the rain curtain and darkness, staring at Jian Sheng's body, his lips opened slightly, and a gentle imperial voice came out:

"I have always had clear grievances, and your Sword Pavilion and I had a good relationship before, I remember. ”

"Thank you, Your Majesty. ”

In the next breath, the expression of the first person in the Great Xia Sword Dao became solemn, and his entire body straightened up instantly, bursting out with the last edge, turning into an angry roar that resounded throughout the world:

"I, Murong He, I can live by the sword, or I can die for the sword, I am willing to suffer from generations to come, and I just want to make up for my mistakes!"

After roaring, Zhao Yu pursed his lips, clenched the evil scythe in his hand, and raised his hand to gently wave forward.

An ice-blue arc of light swept through the void again, only this time, it was Murong and his neck.

A deafening thunder suddenly sounded between the sky and the earth, and a thunderbolt that almost pierced the sky and the earth fell straight down, instantly illuminating the entire night sky and rain curtain as if it were day.

Then the lightning flashes on the top of the Ten Thousand Swords Mountain came one after another, and under the thunder, Murong He's not burly body fell straight down from the sky towards the Great Burial Sword Pit.

The burial sword pit buried Murong He, the peerless sword with the strongest talent and the sharpest edge since the founding of Great Xia, as well as the last trace of sharpness in the so-called rivers and lakes, and as a burial, it is the entire Great Xia Sword Dao that has been inherited for a long time!

"I never thought that the sword dao, which was originally unique in the Great Xia cultivation world, would be destroyed in such a way, and the world is impermanent!"

Looking at the kendo inheritance that fell into the pit below, and at the same time ended, Lu Yao, the Great Sun Martial Sect, who was also the head of the Great Sect, let out a deep sigh, his old face was full of sighs, and the great masters around him also fell into silence.

To put it bluntly, this is the cruelty of this heaven and earth, every living creature under the way of heaven is involuntarily, like a hundred boats competing for the stream, for the so-called detachment, to pursue that wisp of ethereal opportunity, and finally it will evolve into life and death.

"Everything is bitter, difficult to cross, difficult to cross!"

Chu Zhengyang, who was above the spirit crane, raised his head and let out a sigh, and then waved his right hand forward, and the countless fluttering peach blossoms below shattered in an instant, and countless petals flowed and converged in one place, turning into a pink rainbow light, and drilling into the big sleeve of the master of the Great Xia Zongheng Academy.

Then the girl beside Chu Zhengyang looked around suspiciously.

She didn't understand why His Majesty had won this brutal battle with ups and downs, but her father and those great grandmasters beside her still made people feel so depressed, but the girl didn't care about this, her eyes narrowed, revealing a bright smile.

The same big eyes narrowed, revealing a generous smile that made the whole surroundings smile brightly, and the center of Si Tianta, the palace girl who caressed her lower abdomen and sat upright, and behind her, some old courtiers had raised their sleeves to cover their faces and secretly wiped their tears.

The anxious heart suddenly fell to the ground, and under the violent mood fluctuations, he cried with joy.

Then Sima Annan looked up at the picture scroll of mountains and seas above, and then took out a folding fan from his arms, and after swaying it gently, he said lightly:

"After tonight, whether it is the Great Xia folk or the cultivation world, Your Majesty will be a well-deserved master!"

On the void of Gwangju Wanjian Mountain, the sudden rolling roar made all the monks waiting at the foot of the mountain subconsciously tremble, and then they raised their hands to wipe the rain on their faces, and opened their mouths in unison to ask:

"The coercion above the void has dissipated, it should be that this holy battle has ended, but I don't know what the result will be?"

As soon as the question came out, a monk with a higher cultivation level responded after a little thought:

"Your Majesty's cultivation is to reach the sky, and his power is unparalleled, judging from the battle, Murong He is most likely invincible. ”

Everyone nodded one after another, it is true that since the beginning of this battle, Zhao Yu's invincible posture has left an indelible impression on these monks, and then just as the monks were waiting, in the thunder roar, a louder phoenix roar sounded.

Feng Ming sang, and the victory and defeat were divided.

This phoenix roar penetrated countless spaces, directly resounding in everyone's minds, and in the next breath, the soldiers and countless monks standing at the foot of the Ten Thousand Swords Mountain, all the great masters in the sky, the forbidden ones of the Radiant Dire, and all the people in the entire Wide City knelt on the ground in unison, and the sound of the mountains and tsunamis resounded between the heavens and the earth:

"Congratulations to Your Majesty for being invincible, invincible, and invincible in the world!"

Under the sound of rolling celebrations, on the top of Wanjian Mountain, the phoenix flapped its wings and turned into a golden ray, rising to the sky.

With the body of a mortal, the Fuyao Emperor, who practiced the power of the gods, was born to belong to the sky!