This man named Qing Ge, holding a broad sword, rushed into the dark creatures and rushed all the way.

Any dark creature that stands in front of him will become the dead soul under his sword.

Xiaoya's death seemed to stimulate all the potential in him. Under inexplicable grief, he turned grief and anger into strength and actually broke through the realm in this battlefield.

He rushed to the center of the battlefield.

There is the key to determining victory or defeat.

There was a God who was the same in their hearts, and he fought bloody battles there, and he took it all by himself.

Millions of years, tens of millions of years, he struggled to support it, and now, darkness has come again, and they are going to fight side by side with him.

Although, they are still too weak, even though the enemy is too strong.

However, they are not afraid. They want to let him know that the human race is not just him, but also that there is not only one person in this world.

When the war song of destruction rekinds its ignition, no one of them will fear death!

Of course, in fact, the moment Xiaoya closed her eyes with a sad smile, his heart was already dead!

All he has to do now is to use his last remaining energy and do his last strength for the arrival of light.

He rushed forward, ten meters, hundred meters, and kilometers.

Dark creatures kept falling under his knife, one, ten, and a hundred.

He walked towards the center of the battlefield like a bloody Shura.

In the end, he was unable to step into the center of the battlefield, and the aftermath of the battle there was enough to destroy the creatures on the periphery.

And after slashing the 1,357 dark creatures under the knife, he finally couldn't lift the broad sword in his hand.

A ray of light passed by the thought and came towards his heart.

The same scene was like the reenactment of light at the same time, but this time, no girl blocked this fatal blow for him.

Puff!

The sharp blade penetrated through his body, and he felt the loss of power in his body.

Gritting his teeth, he condensed the last power on his body in his arms, and flew out of his hand, stabbing straight into the throat of the dark creature that had penetrated his body with one knife.

His knife eventually left his hand.

Before closing his eyes and falling completely to the ground, he took out Xiaoya's body with his last consciousness and hugged it tightly in his arms.

How many years have it been?

Thousand years, ten thousand years, or hundreds of thousands of years?

How long has it been since he failed to hold her in his arms like he is now?

At this moment, holding her body, he seemed to embrace the whole world.

There was no knife in his hand, no dark holy objects in his eyes, no future of human race in his heart, the rise and fall of the world, at the last moment of his life, he used all his strength to stare at the peaceful and sad face in his arms.

The next moment, he completely lost his voice.

In a trance, a leisurely sound seemed to be remembered in the air.

My hand, holding the knife, cannot hug you; putting the knife down, cannot protect you.

May there be no sword or chaos in the next life, only you!

The moment when this human warrior came to the end, Confucius, the saint from millions of years later, was already in his eyes, but tears were already in his eyes.

But this is just an ordinary scene in this world, in this era, in thousands of battlefields.

The same scene, similar situation, and the pain of separation from life and death are happening at any time.

The entire era is shrouded in darkness, and there is no pure land between heaven and earth. Only blood flows continuously, chaos continues to happen, and only war lasts for thousands of years.

At some point, Confucius' figure was already standing in the void. Looking around, there were corpses everywhere. Below the corpses were covered with white bones, and under the white bones were bone meal turned into by dry bones.

When a cruel war comes, no one can survive alone.

On the battlefield, there are only life and death, the dead, and the corpse-destroying battlefield. No one restrains the corpse, because when you restrain the corpse for the dead, more companions may fall under the enemy's butcher's knife.

Only by killing and killing all the enemies can we get complete peace.

However, they have been killing for thousands, ten thousand years, and hundreds of thousands of years. The corpses on the ground are spread layer after layer. The initial corpses have turned into white bones, and the initial dry bones have been weathered into bone meal. The blood and chaos of war seem to never stop.

Confucius' eyes moved across the outermost battlefield and towards the more cruel and tragic battlefield inside.

He saw a fat man, surrounded by lightning, as if the gods controlling thunder in the nine heavens were fighting blood among the dark creatures.

He saw a snow-white unicorn with hair dyed black and brown, but he was still rushing among the dark creatures and never stopping.

He saw a divine dragon that could not be distinguished from its color roaring in the air. Every time he swung his claws, a dark creature that he could not see through the realm was torn apart.

He saw a group of generals emitting powerful power that made the void tremble, covered in bruises, but they still refused to take a step back.

And at the center of these people, there is a battlefield where no one dares to approach.

At the center of the battlefield, nine people were launching a shocking battle.

This is an unfair battle. Eight of these nine people belong to one square formation, while the other camp is only one!

He was dressed in white, his jade belt was broken, and his long hair was scattered behind his head.

He alone was alone with eight dark creatures of the same realm, but he had no fear at all.

The battle between the nine people has lasted for tens of thousands of years, and everyone has reached the point where they are almost exhausted. However, even if their bodies are dry, even if there is no drop of blood in their bodies, even if the fire of life may dissipate at any time.

But his eyes were still bright, with invincible pride.

Even when facing enemies far beyond him, he still had no fear at all.

In fact, at the beginning, his enemies were not eight, but nine. Over the past ten thousand years, he used all his skills to fight against the powerful people in the same realm of Jiuxian, while fighting for a leader of the opponent.

Now, the nine people in the battle have been exhausted, and they are fighting with their instincts.

However, even to this point, the man in white, Shin-snow still fought against eight enemies of the same realm alone, and took out a gap to launch several attacks on the surrounding battlefield to support those compatriots who were absolutely weak.

In fact, this kind of thing is not the first time he has done it. If it weren't for his frequent support from time to time, the All-Race Alliance headed by the human race would have long lost its ability to resist.

In this way, the battle continued. Confucius, who was in the space-time projection, did not know how long the war lasted. Just as he felt desperate for this war that could not see any hope and could not help crying for the suffering of all races, new changes appeared on the battlefield.

Confucius saw that a strange influence appeared at the center of the battlefield, and the long river of time emerged on the battlefield.

In the upper reaches of the long river of time, there are creatures who cross the long river of time and space to rule this era, wanting to risk the consequences of being liquidated by cause and effect to participate in this war.

Seeing this scene, a hint of joy appeared in Confucius' eyes, but the next moment, the joy in his eyes turned into despair.

Because, the five creatures coming from the upstream of the time occasion do not belong to the camp of the ten thousand races. Their bodies were filled with darkness. After appearing across the time occasion, they did not hesitate at all and launched a strong attack on the man in white who had already exhausted his energy.

The white-clothed man who had already exhausted his energy and had eight powerful men in the same realm alone is now facing the siege of five powerful men in the same realm at the heyday. For a moment, the scene became precarious.

Just as Confucius was secretly anxious and desperate, the long river of time that had become illusory became solid again.

The next moment, from the downstream of the long river of time, the strongest man also broke the shackles of time and came to this era.

The first one to appear was a peerless woman in white. She was heading to this era through the long river of time from a long future. Every step forward, the long river of time became more solid. When one of her feet completely entered this era, the illusory long river of time turned into a real river.

In the river, there are creatures appearing and looming, as if they are coming from the long-standing future to participate in this battle.

A powerful aura filled the woman in white, distorting the surrounding space and hiding her true appearance in the numerous spaces.

The woman in white had no words. As soon as she arrived in this era, she looked at the combined force of the five strong men coming from the upper reaches of the long river of time and slapped her with just a palm.

The two attacks collided with each other, and they burst out with amazing power.

The already ruined world under the Ten Thousand Years War began to collapse with this impact, the sky and the earth collapsed, and the space was destroyed.

However, the collapse of heaven and earth, the birth and death of time and space, and everything seemed to have nothing to do with the woman in white.

She stood there quietly, her eyes calmly looking at the five strong men coming from the upper reaches of the long river of time and space. The surrounding space turbulent brushed across her body, but automatically changed the trajectory.

"Who are you? How could a peerless person like you appear in the future world?"

Seeing the woman in white blocking her five-person joint attack with her palm, the leader of the five asked.

This is the first sound made since the battle between the strongest.

His eyes were cold and calm looking at the man who spoke. The woman in white moved her lips, but Confucius could not hear what he said.

But just when he was puzzled, he suddenly saw five dark creatures coming from the upper reaches of the long river of time change their faces the next moment when the woman's lips moved.

"The heaven and earth cannot leave traces, this... how is this possible! What kind of domineering martial arts have you practiced? Why can't the heaven and earth leave your traces?"

Looking at the woman in white, the man in black in the head showed a shock for the first time.

At this moment, the man in white who had been fighting and the eight strong men of the dark biological clock also stopped fighting and looked at the woman in white from the future.

Seeing the dark creatures all looked solemn, the woman in white nodded to the man in white who had already dried up, and her lips moved slightly and said something.

The man hesitated a little and nodded.

The next moment, the woman took a step forward, and at the same time, a terrifying power rose on her body. A phantom of Taotie opened its mouth to swallow the sky and devoured the strongest dark creatures that had gathered together.
Chapter completed!