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Chapter 100(1/2)

If you don’t go back, you won’t go back (Fourth update)

Author: Yunzhong Palace

If you don’t go back, you won’t go back (Fourth update)

The sword immortal is very strong.

There is no doubt about this. As a sword immortal who has overcome tribulation through sword art, he mainly practices one sword to break all methods.

No matter what kind of tricks the other party is.

I am fearless and fearless to break it with one sword!

Facing hundreds of times and thousands of times his enemies, the white-clothed sword immortal did not retreat in half a step, and the aura emitted from his body became more and more sharp and compelling.

clang~!!!

The surging sword energy is like a divine dragon going out to the sea, stretching thousands of feet across, sweeping thousands of troops.

Where the terrifying sword energy was raging, countless evil demons wailed, and the endless demonic energy was destroyed and turned into nothingness, making people unable to help but burst into blood.

pity.

Compared with the endless demon clouds and the endless demon clans, the white-clothed sword immortals killed were not worth mentioning at all, and they were completely dropping into the bucket.

If you cut open the demon cloud with one sword, you will soon be covered by a stronger demon cloud.

If you cut the demons with one sword, you will soon be filled by more demons. Compared with the total number of demons, you can hardly see any weakening.

White-clothed Sword Immortal.

After all, there is only one person.

The sword energy is stronger.

It is impossible to destroy this endless demon clan with just one's own strength.

after all.

The endless demon clouds surged, and the sword light in the demon clouds began to gradually become darker, no longer as unstoppable as it was at the beginning, and it was invincible.

Long~

The sword immortal's offensive was a little declining, but the demon cloud instantly became more rampant than before.

The thick black clouds were like huge waves, rushing towards the white-clothed sword fairy, wave after wave, slamming towards him, leaving him no chance to breathe.

after all.

The white-clothed sword immortal was still injured, wrapped in endless demon clouds, the three-foot long sword in his hand was broken, the white-clothed blood was stained with, and there were countless tragic scars all over his body.

The sharp aura that had originally soared into the sky was also depressed at this time, and it was obviously very consumed.

But he still didn't retreat.

Holding a broken sword in his hand, he stood proudly at the top of the sky clouds, facing the endless demon clouds, behind which were the lights of thousands of families were all living beings who were unaware of this bloody battle.

The sound of suona gradually subsided and no longer became arrogant and unrestrained.

The faint erhu sounded, as if he had predicted the end of the Sword Immortal and was doing his best for him.

kill!!!

The sword fairy slowly raised the broken sword in her hand, and red and golden flames burned all over her body. The already listless aura suddenly increased several times, ten times in an instant.

This moment.

He had turned into a sword, a peerless magical sword that could open up the world.

Heaven and earth live together!

The white figure disappeared, turned into endless flames, turned into the last meteor in the black sky, and turned into a sword energy that ran through thousands of miles and tore the sky.

The sword energy traverses 30,000 miles!

A sword light shines on the nineteen states!

The charm of this sword seems to have illuminated the eternal years.

The despairing, depressing, and almost unstoppable demon cloud was penetrated.

Through the cracks torn by the sword energy, you can see light casting from the nine heavens, making the dark earth reappear.

Although, only a moment.

...

The Sword Immortal Falls.

The broken sword fell from the sky and penetrated diagonally onto the barren mountain.

Like a tombstone.

The blood on the sword's edge that had not yet dried up was like an inscription on a tombstone, explaining a tragic battle.

The erhu sound is mute.

The atmosphere is low, and the world is sad.

The demon clouds became increasingly rampant, covering most of the sky.

It makes people feel desperate.

suddenly.

It is sharper than before, with a high-pitched sound of suona, accompanied by the rumbling drums and the low horns.

The battle song resounded throughout China.

On the top of the mountains, dazzling divine lights shot out, rushing towards the endless demon cloud one after another.

The sword energy is everywhere!

Thunder, shatter the darkness!

Talismans, destroy evil and kill evil!

Formation, the world passes through heaven and earth!

...

Under the pine trees for thousands of years.

The octogenarian sat opposite each other, and halfway through the chess game, his face showed a smile, slowly stood up, turned into two streams of light, and rushed towards the demon cloud.

Next to the fragrant flowers.

The middle-aged man stroked the little head of his children, and finally glanced at the beloved woman, put on armor, carried a long sword, and rushed into the nine-level clouds.

In the deep valley of thunder.

The boy with a little childish look on his face resolutely stepped out of the valley, holding a war halberd in his hand and rushed straight into the sky. In an instant, the purple light shone, like a god with his palm against thunder.

Be full of energy and fearlessness!

...

Tragic.

The tragic battle was beyond everyone's expectations.

In the picture.

The black demon clouds were scattered again and again, but reunited again and again.

Top of the Sky.

The flowing light disappeared, the remaining bodies fell, and the shrill blood splattered in the sky.

In Fengqi Tower.

All the discussions had disappeared at this time, and everyone was staring at the scenes in a daze, leaving only shock and a strong tragic spirit in their hearts.

My eyes were wet when they were wet.

They know that the sound realm is often a reflection of reality, and it is often what the creators of the sound classics have seen and heard.

so.

The scenes that appeared in front of them at this moment are probably wars that have actually happened in the past years.

Not fiction.

Perhaps there was really a sword immortal back then, who was already alive and free in the world, but in order to protect the people, he fought until the sword was cut off and the people died.

Maybe there is really a group of people.

Say goodbye to my parents, say goodbye to my family, and go to the battlefield, and prepare to die in a hundred battles and bury my bones in a foreign land.

If you don’t go back, you won’t go back!

Just because behind them are the lights of thousands of families, and behind them are countless compatriots.

Even though there are thousands of people, I will go!!!
To be continued...
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