Chapter 15

The eyes shrouded in the dark emit a faint light, which is chilling. The heavy light, like a demon, looked straight at those eyes and refused to move away again. He cut his wrist and blooded the sword according to the other party's words, and the explosive sword fetus was magically refined.

Holding the hot sword hilt in his hand, this dark and heavy thing is like ordinary iron, and there is no appearance of a magic weapon. Only by holding it tightly can you feel the infinite vitality of the ordinary external dormant, and the almost endless potential, which makes the heavy light who are lucky to participate in the casting feel palpitations. When this flying sword is cast and forming, it seems to have its own life and consciousness. The strange feeling that it seems to get out of control and choose people at any time makes the person who own it always on his back and is almost overwhelmed.

Is this a weapon or a creature? What kind of freak have I refined? A ridiculous idea rose in Chongguang's heart, and then a shout came from his ear: "Come back, come back."

Like a call spanning thousands of years, the thoughts of heavy light fly to the past, and every scene is unforgettable. The call continued in his ear, stirring his confused thoughts, rising and falling like a tide. The voice was far away and long, as if it had crossed thousands of mountains and rivers, circling back and forth in his ear, whispering like a mother teasing a baby.

He saw the blazing fire again, but it was no longer the scene when the door was extinguished. All the relatives disappeared, and there was only boundless darkness in front of them. The only light that lit up the vision came from the flame like an abyss hell. He dreamed that he was chained and struggling in the flames. The flame touched his body and did not feel hot. There was only endless cold feeling, which was the only truth he could touch.

Who am I and where am I from? The memory began to blur, and a series of questions came to my mind. Escape from the disaster of extermination, he often falls into such a trance. Every night, he wakes up from nightmares and has a splitting headache. The shock in that snowy night, although it did not kill him, became his eternal nightmare.

It was not until the great revenge, the resentment was over, and the hatred that had been buried in his heart for many years was vented that his hidden disease gradually disappeared, and it seemed that everything had returned to normal. However, at this moment, the symptoms that had been suppressed for many years broke out again, and it turned out to be such a mountain and sea. A burst of headaches hit like a tide. He had no way to resist. He could only be overwhelmed by the pain and sink deeply, as if the unfathomable water in a dream buried above his head.

In fact, after he met Mr. Ou, the headache had already showed signs of a seizure, but it was vague and intermittent. He had never penetrated his heart and bones as at this moment. Even his sea of knowledge was swallowed up, and his consciousness had been blurred and he completely fell into the boundless dream.

The dream is boundless darkness, like the flames of hell, and it can't break through this layer of darkness. He carried a heavy chain and walked in the cold flame. Except for the flame, there was nothingness in the dark, and there was no substance. Every time I stepped out, there was a substantial road under my feet, extending to the invisible end, while the path behind me was immediately swallowed up by the darkness, leaving no trace of footprints.

That voice is still continuing, except for the darkness and penetrating coldness in front of him, which is the only real imprint he feels. The voice seemed to be far and near, and when I listened carefully, it came from the bottom of my heart. Come back, come back." Unconsciously, there was a murmur mixed with such a scream, and Chongguang subconsciously followed the shout, as if it were his long-awaited call.

"Whether we win or not, this is already our only opportunity. Our realms are very different. If we want to defeat the strong with the weak and the big, we must not retreat. The only way is to go straight up and find vitality from the desperate situation." Xie Xiaofeng's voice was unwavering and shocked the heavy light from his memory. I have been participating in kendo for more than 40 years. I don't know how many difficulties I have gone through. Every threshold seems to be unattainable, but in the end, I have killed a road and opened an unprecedented precedent.

"But do you know what the wheel king wants to do?" Chongguang asked, "You don't know his purpose at all. You can't calculate these mighty intentions by blind guessing. Maybe your current thinking just falls into the other party's trap.

Xie Xiaofeng suddenly stood up with an excited expression: "No matter what he wants to do, I can't let him succeed. Now I'm only one step away from breaking through Daqian and have nostalgia for the world. The only ones I can't rest assured are Shenjian Villa and Xiaoyu.

He wanted to say something more, but was rudely interrupted by Chongguang: "Don't dream anymore." Xie Xiaofeng looked over in astonishment and saw a trace of greenness on his face, randomly turning into a strange smile: "Take a closer look at who I am!"

Xie Xiaofeng was shocked, stretched out his finger and said, "You, you--" Then there was a little decaying look on his face, and his voice changed from generosity to deep: "Okay, okay, I'm vain for my life, and I can't get rid of your calculations after all!"

He pulled out his sword and resolutely cut it in the air. A fierce sword spirit burst out from the blade and crushed it with an unprecedented posture.

The expected impact did not happen, and the heavy body strangely disappeared. Xie Xiaofeng's sword fell into the air, and then annihilated the cracks in the void. This crack was not cut out by Xie Xiaofeng's sword, but created by the re-light at this moment.

Xie Xiaofeng held a long sword in his hand and flew up. The grassy could not withstand the fierce battle between the two, and broke apart with a sudden explosion. The light in mid-air suddenly appeared, and then it turned into a heavy and thin figure, and the murderous look on his face loomed.

An unparalleled sword crossed the void and swept over. It was Xie Xiaofeng who cut out another sword. Heavy light held his fist, raised his hand, and split the air in one go. With his punch, a five-color light with infinite innate prohibition came into being. It was the secret legend of the demon world.

Xie Xiaofeng's two-phase sword spirit has been transformed into a round and satisfactory situation, and the sword intention is to rotate between life and death. It has absorbed all the vitality of Du Tianyin and evil, and the momentum is more vigorous. In a blink of an eye, the heavy light has been submerged in the tide-like sword.

A trace of confusion flashed in the heavy light eyes, which was instantly replaced by indifference. He indifferently sacrificed the take-off sword, and the dark sword light was inconspicuous in the night, and instantly submerged in the tsunami-like sword. The heavy light figure loomed in the void, and he was motionless even though the sword spirit shuttled.

Xie Xiaofeng was calm and calm, and did not have a trace of anxiety because of futility. His eyes were cold, like the sword in his hand. Each sword stabbed out, separated life and death, urging hundreds of millions of swords to flash in the void.

And in this dazzling color like the Milky Way, a faint black light suddenly flashed and flew in front of Xie Xiaofeng with a galloping momentum. When the black light appeared, the murderous atmosphere behind it was already overwhelming.