The sense of despair, the sense of silence, the sense of vicissitudes, and the complexity comes.

At this moment, Le'er only felt that she seemed to be isolated by the world.

The whole world seemed to be the only one left.

Lonely, desolate, slowly disappearing and annihilated with time.

The wheel of time, mercilessly, was about to crush her body.

But she couldn't do anything to avoid it.

She had no way to fight either.

I could only watch helplessly, my body was crushed and my soul was annihilated.

At this most dangerous moment, a training game suddenly passed by from the sky.

The blazing white sword light is as bright as white bones, as crystal clear as jade...

This sword light directly cuts through the sky.

Before the sword energy arrived, the sword intent had arrived.

A sword came from the west, and it seemed like a flying immortal from the sky.

That sword intent was so strong and proud, so arrogant, so proud and conceited.

Although it was just a sword intent, it reflected the ancient legend to the extreme.

The founder of the Wanjian Jue Sect, and one sword breaks the sky forever.

He is majestic and disregards everything in the world.

No enemy or friend is of no importance.

Even the great way of heaven and earth could not hide his sharpness.

When this sword passed by, it seemed that there was only this sword between heaven and earth.

This sword left by the ancestor of the Ten Thousand Swords Juezong.

Such sword intent is invincible.

It has the same effect as Lin Yu's boxing intention.

The sword energy roared, and the white exercise spread across the sky.

Under the sky, it is empty.

At this time, Le'er looked into the void in the direction of the sword energy.

In the empty space, a proud figure seemed to appear.

This figure is so proud.

That kind of extreme conceit is comparable to that of his elder brother.

The unruly aura became sharper.

This sword slashed, as if it was about to divide the world.

Even the primitive gods born cannot stop this sword.

Le'er seemed to see the figure again through the breath of sword intent.

When she was in the place where the sword burial was buried, she had experienced the supreme charm of this senior.

In this world, my brother's boxing intention is unparalleled.

That kind of spiritual will is even three points inferior to the supreme.

Only the senior who swung this sword could be equal to his brother.

Same pride, same conceit.

The sharp sword intent seemed to cut off all the bonds in the world.

Even the constraints of the great way of heaven and earth must be cut off together.

That kind of courage and fearlessness to break the barriers of the heavens.

Wherever the sword goes, we will move forward.

In Le'er's ears, between heaven and earth, a faint cry suddenly appeared.

It's like the wind passing through the culvert, it's like the whistling sound.

The indescribable tragedy and the indescribable arrogance.

It echoes and lingers endlessly.

The extremely sharp sword energy arrived in an instant.

At this moment, angry screams sounded in the depths of the void.

"Why dare that sword madman ruin my big deal..."

"If I had known this, I would have destroyed the Taoist priesthood of the Wanjian Jue Sect at all costs and suppressed the madman's sword under the Jiuyou..."

Feeling the extremely sharp sword intent, the supreme people in the void had already guessed the origin of this sword.

If, apart from the Heavenly Tribulation and Lin Yu’s boxing intention, what else are the supreme people afraid of?

Perhaps, there is only the sword intent left by the ancestor of the Wanjian Juezong.

He is as rebellious and arrogant as he is, even dares to set his sword towards the sky.

What's more, facing the divine thoughts that the Supreme landed, he even slashed it with one sword.

The sword energy passed by, and the sword light penetrated the faint phantom.

The divine sword from the ancestor of Wanjian Juezong fell into Le'er's hands.

The palm that was powerless and could cover the sky and the sun was strangled and shattered by the sword energy.

The phantom that was penetrated slowly disappeared in front of you.

Deep in the void, there were remorse and anxious rage.

So far, the best chance may also be the last chance to kill Lin Yu...

In this way, I was attacked by a sword.

At this moment, Le'er was holding the magical sword of the ancestor of the Ten Thousand Swords.

There was a sluggish look on his face.

Even, I don't understand what's going on.

And after that sword light passed, the supreme sword intent remaining in the sword was also consumed.

This ancient magic sword seemed to be back to its former inconspicuous appearance.

But Cole knew that this magical sword was no longer the same sword as before.

That supreme evil sword, in the hands of the ancestor of the Ten Thousand Swords Juezong, had once cut off the evil divine weapon that had passed the Great Way of Heaven and Earth.

In the sword, the ancestor's obsession remains.

Therefore, this sword is like the incarnation of the ancestor of the Ten Thousand Swords.

So proud and conceited.

Progress wildly, move forward, and be extremely confident.

The obsession of the ancestor of Wanjian Juezong gave this sword a unique charm and spirituality in the world.

Because of this sword, there are three religions and one sect.

Only the Wanjian Jue Sect can be ranked alongside the three religions, even if the sect’s ancestors have already died.

But as long as the sword is still there, even if the Supreme One comes to the Holy Land of Ten Thousand Swords Jue Sect, he will be afraid of it.

Throughout history, in this era, except for the ancestor of the Ten Thousand Swords Juezang, no supreme dared to provoke the great way of heaven and earth.

That ultimate pride and conceit is like the supreme powerhouse who created the Heavenly Way of Returning to the Yuan of Reincarnation.

But just now, the moment the sword light disappeared, Le'er had an illusion in a trance.

The spirituality of the sword seemed to disappear in an instant.

The remaining obsessions of the ancestor of Wanjian Juezong seem to have returned to its final destination.

That feeling is extremely strange.

The sword in his hand seemed to have just been abandoned by his master.

Become a true masterless sword.

Holding it in Le'er's hand, I suddenly felt bloodlines connected.

All the marks about the ancestor of the Wanjian Juezang disappeared.

The spiritual mark that belongs to Le'er is imprinted in this sword.
To be continued...