It's a pair of eyes.

A pair of eyes with extreme sadness and sorrow, even despair.

This thin sword penetrated Chu Cheng's body.

This is not a person who suddenly appears with strong strength, but can break the Xuanhuang Immortal Body. Instead, Chu Cheng took the initiative to disperse the Xuanhuang Immortal Body and let this sword pierce in.

His assassin is not strong, if he does not disperse. Naturally, it is difficult to break his Xuanhuang Immortal Body.

Although, this sword carries a strong killing intent and strength. But after all, he is in humanity, and his cultivation is not high, how can he break this Xuanhuang immortality?

From this hit, it can be seen that this person's cultivation is no more than the Jindan realm.

Only, when this sword pierced. The vitality in Chu Cheng's body quickly healed on its own, and the trace of blood that had passed was also poured back into his body.

That figure, seeing this scene, his face also changed.

This is a young man, very handsome, and his complexion is even whiter than most women in the world.

His appearance is infinitely close to femininity, and if he dresses up well, he can even be fake.

But Chu Cheng still saw at a glance that this was a man's body.

The young man's body stiffened slightly, looking at the person in front of him, his face gradually turned pale, and he gradually clenched his sword tighter, and he couldn't stop trembling.

He had known for a long time that the man he was facing was extremely powerful, an invincible demon.

He had long known that if he made a move, he would definitely die.

He dreams of his life and wants to accomplish the impossible. Although, when he didn't make a move, in his dreams, in his imagination, in his mind, what appeared in his mind was a sword that killed this person.

However, the reality is extremely cruel, and this person's strength can become his nightmare.

His nightmare was that on his way back to his hometown, he saw the destruction of everyone, including his family, relatives and friends, all swallowed up in a sea of blood.

It is from their blood, devoured by their own blood.

He lurked in the middle of the sea of blood for four whole years, so that one day, he could wait for the culprit who destroyed the mountains and rivers that originally belonged to him.

This sword was full of hatred and murderous intent, accumulated in my heart, and passed into that sword from the bottom of my heart.

This is the Demon Breaking Sword, a magic weapon used by the descendants of the gods and monks in this forgotten land.

On the basis of spiritual power, and then using the demon crystal as energy, it burst out with a blow far beyond itself.

This is demonic power. When all the negativity comes in, this demonic power will become stronger and stronger.

This is a demon sword, if it weren't for the hatred in the hearts of young people and the obsession with the enemy of the blade being too deep and too deep, perhaps, he has been devoured by this demon sword and has become a crazy person without any mind.

His obsession suppressed this demon sword. His murderous intent made him persist in the sea of blood and lurk for four years.

The young man's skin is very white, and it is indeed a blow that bursts. This is a sick white, a white that is transformed by the corrosive power contained in the sea of blood.

Poison into the heart marrow, is already terminally ill. This poison is the resentment left behind by the condensation of millions, if not tens of millions of living beings.

It's just that this resentful power. It is the best energy source for the Demon Breaker, and it is much stronger than the Demon Crystal.

The young man wanted to absorb all the power of the evil to slay the demon.

This was delusional after all, because his strength was far from being able to absorb all the resentful power in these blood seas.

Moreover... Even if you can absorb it, you can't kill the strong man who is standing in the Xuan.

The young man understood this, but could not get out of it. Although, he knew that in the face of this kind of existence, there was no way to withdraw.

On the verge of life and death, the young man trembled and felt extremely cold, but he began to calm down abnormally.

Young people are no longer afraid of death. The moment he made a move, he was doomed to death.

He knew that there was no way back at this moment. Even if you can't kill this place, then if you pierce a few more holes in this person's body and let him be injured, it will be considered a well-deserved death.

He took a deep breath, squeezed out all the energy in his body, as well as all the essence and blood, and poured into the demon-breaking sword in his hand.

The slender sword, lifted again. A strong wind was set off in the red curtain that filled the sky.

The green mangs lit up again. This time, there are a few bright red colors in the clear light.

This time, the young man finally couldn't suppress the negativity brought by the demon sword in his hand, and the clear light in his eyes began to fade gradually.

In a roar, there was only murderous intent.

The young man took a step back, and in an instant, he turned into blood and rushed again.

He was fast, the fastest he had ever achieved in a young man's life.

It's just that in Chu Cheng's eyes. The young man's movements were still very slow, just a light feather slowly falling from the sky.

High in the sky, on the earth. The distance between them is the length of time it falls.

It's a long distance, and it's a long time.

But the sword that was so slow in Chu Cheng's eyes still brought a voice.

It was the dull sound of flesh being cut and pierced.

It's a splash of blood. Stain the white garment with a few dignified colors.

This time, Chu Cheng still did not retreat, and even dispersed his vitality and pressed it into the deepest part of his body, so that this vitality could not rise and surge, and he could not nourish and repair his body.

A sword, a sword, another sword. When the young man noticed that the person in front of him was not dodging, he went mad and put away his sword and stabbed it.

This sword was sword after sword, and each sword pierced Chu Cheng's body. Covered in blood.

The robes were all in tatters, and the flesh was blurred. Except for the eyes, the rest were dyed red.

The blood flowed unstoppably, and the figure did not move.

Sometimes, a person full of hatred. Only by finding an outlet can it be rescued from the dire situation.

Chu Cheng knew that this young man only had the intention of death in his heart. Even if he doesn't make a move and lets him go, there will be no such person after today.

He didn't make a move, and he didn't want to let the young man go, and finally be in a desperate place, so he was relieved.

He wanted to save this young man, to resolve the injustice at the cost of his own body and his own injuries.

The little Jindan monk is undoubtedly overwhelmed by the Xuanjing cultivator.

This is also a moth to a fire, even if he cultivates for another thousand years, ten thousand years, or even hundreds of thousands of years, or even millions of years, he will not be able to defeat it. Nor can he extinguish the flame of hatred alone.

It's just that the young man is not facing the former Chu Cheng, nor is it anyone else.

Two figures, separated by a few inches, opposing each other and staring at each other.

The place where the youth is is a dark place that cannot be touched. Ahead, the darkness was even thicker.

But the young man was wrong, and in front of him was the light.

That piece of light, like that snow-white hair, is not stained with any impurities.

This light may be the only light in this forgotten place today.

Once, among the first group of people who had just begun this era, some people took thunder out of wood fire and met light. Then, they drilled wood to make fire, and so that people had their first fire, their first light.

It is a fire that never goes out in the darkness brought by day and night. It dispels the darkness and the cold, and brings people the warmth that they can survive.

This fire continued to burn, and thousands of lights were lit up, so that more people could live without being confused by the cold.

Today's Forgotten Land has ushered in darkness and cold winds.

In this world, after all, someone needs to light the first fire, use it as light, use it as heat, to dispel the darkness and coldness.

There is ice in thousands of miles, and there is sunshine in thousands of miles. This is the first light of the Forgotten Lands.

A huge bright moon in the sky.

The moonlight rose all around, and among the silver, there was a figure stained red with blood, bowing his head and bowing his head again. So that people don't think it's a condescending gesture.

In his eyes, the golden flame had dispersed, and it was transformed into another light pink firework.

This firework made Chu Cheng's pupils hazy, but it was extremely dazzling.

Like between heaven and earth, there is a lamp that can dispel the light of this dark age.

The majestic momentum soared into the sky, washing away the blood and qi in the surrounding area.

The young man felt this majestic momentum and did not feel any panic.

Although, this momentum. It proves the strength of this white-haired man. But there is no horror as imagined.

On the contrary, it made him feel very comfortable.

Like, when he was a child, he lay in his mother's arms, and it was like lying on his father's back.

It's just that his father and his mother have already perished in the catastrophe four years ago, how can they feel like this?

Suddenly, the young man let go of his sword and stepped backwards.

It was a long time before he spoke with a trembling voice and doubts.

"Who are you, and why don't you kill me?"

The young man knew that with his meager strength, it was simply not enough to fight against this person. It was not enough to stab this person.

However, he pierced this man thousands of times, and he saw the blood.

There is a subtle difference between the powerhouses in the Netherworld and the aura of the creatures in this heaven and earth. The young people had long heard that in nearly a hundred years, a large number of powerful people from other heavens and earths would descend on this place, bringing unimaginable disasters to this world.

He knew that the people who destroyed the whole people came from the heaven and earth that were said of in the rumors, and he knew that the people in front of him also came from there.

The powerhouses of that heaven and earth are all bloodthirsty demons for them.

At this moment, why don't you attack him? Just like he did to that group four years ago.

In the pupils of his eyes, a blood-stained hand was clearly reflected, reaching out to him in a ticking stream.

At this moment, the young man did not feel any panic or panic.

There is only a warmth, sweeping through the body. Washing away those dark wounds and death intentions.

Then, he saw the man in front of him, and the corners of his mouth opened slightly.

He heard a word.

"I'm sorry. ”

In the past six years, Chu Cheng has never made a move against the creatures of this realm, let alone kills people or even exterminates the clan.

It's just that after all, he is from the outside world, just like those strong people. An invader of this world.

The young man was stunned, stunned. It wasn't until a long time later that he heard another sentence.

"Let's go, I'll take you to save people. Also, borrow a sword. ”

Blood splattered again, and Chu Cheng stretched out his hand and pulled out the sword that pierced his chest.

One step passed by the young man, slowly raised his sword, and slashed out with a sword.

The sword is a long song, and it is also the same color of mountains and rivers.

The young man turned around, and what he saw was the westward flow of the Milky Way tide thousands of miles away.

What he heard was the sound of the winding water, and the waves of light.

Chu Cheng finally understood Gu Tianshu at the beginning.

This magnificent mountains and rivers are wonderful because of Zhong Lingyuxiu, even if the rhetoric is gorgeous, thousands and thousands of poems cannot be compared.

The light is wide from the sky, and there is a long song. This is a prelude to the light to dispel the darkness.

The ups and downs of the ordeal did not exhaust his ambition, but only made it more exciting.

The mountains and rivers are colorful, and only righteousness is strong. Chu Cheng stretched out his hand, picked up the young man and stepped forward step by step, one step, and the mountains and rivers were painted in ink.

The sea of gods is surging and flowing, in the Sendai of all beings. Among those beings who looked the same as Chu Cheng, there was a figure that was changing rapidly.

Instantly melted, and instantly condensed.

It was a gray-haired, hunchbacked old man.