Raising his head, the young man looked at the boundless snow with confusion, and murmured softly: "Snowflakes are really beautiful, and only snowflakes are the purest existence in the world, aren't they?"
"But I hate the snow here, the blood-red snow! Because of the killing, there is blood, and the blood dyes the snow red!" The young man said lightly: "The snow should not change because of the killing, as long as there is no killing!
"
The cold wind blew the young man's long hair behind him, and his thin green shirt was flying in the wind.
A figure emerged in the wind, with a tall figure and a handsome appearance. If the warriors of Bahan City saw this person, they would recognize him: Gong Ziyu!
Kneeling on the ground, Gongzi Yu, who had a noble status in Bahan City, actually knelt down in front of the young man and said with a respectful expression: "My lord, Bahan City has been controlled by my subordinates!"
"It's hard for you to reincarnate for dozens of lives!" The young man still didn't turn around, his eyes fell on the floating snowflakes, "This is a world of killing, hell! It's a very disgusting smell!"
Gong Ziyu raised his head and looked at the figure standing in the wind and snow. This figure looked so lonely.
"Ten reincarnations, but during the reincarnation, my subordinates found their own persistence, so they also remembered the dust-laden memories!" There was an inexplicable trace of vicissitudes in Gongzi Yu's eyes.
"You have already made your choice, then you have to continue. The heaven and the earth are the chess pieces, and all the people are the pieces! I have been playing this game for a long time!" The young man smiled, with a hint of evil smile at the corner of his mouth.
"Heaven and earth are chess pieces, and all the people are chess pieces!" Gong Ziyu murmured softly, stood up, bowed slightly to the young man, turned around, and disappeared into the wind and snow.
The cold wind whistled, and the only sound left in the world was the whistling of the cold wind. The young man raised his hand to hold the falling snowflakes, and murmured softly: "I will go back, snow is noble, there will always be
One day, no matter it is the Martial God Continent or the Celestial God Continent, snow will fall on it!" The wind blew the young man's evil smile and fell into the wind. The blood-red snow around him faded away, leaving only the white goose feathers.
Like snow.
Whoosh! The sharp sound of breaking wind resounded in the sky, and soon a bloody light streaked across the sky, tearing the sky apart, and emerged at the end.
A shocking murderous intention permeated the blood light, and the surrounding void could not bear the blood light and shattered one after another.
Raising his head, the young man saw a bloody light and a smile on his lips: "Old man, it's been a long time!"
The surrounding snow was flying around the bloody light. In just a blink of an eye, the bloody light swept hundreds of feet, and finally landed in front of the young man. At this moment, the shocking murderous intention immediately disappeared. Likewise,
, the bloody light gradually dissipated, and it turned out to be a broken sword. If Ye Shaohan were here, he would have recognized it. This broken sword is exactly the broken sword owned by Li Ren.
The broken sword shook slightly, and the sound of sword chants echoed. The divine sword channeled spirits. Undoubtedly, this broken sword showed emotional fluctuations similar to excitement.
There was still a smile on the corner of the young man's mouth, and he reached out his right hand from his sleeve. This piece of snow was very white, whiter than snow.
Slender and slender, such a hand is enough to make all women jealous, but this hand is the hand holding a sword.
Holding the broken sword, the smile on the young man's lips disappeared, and there was a hint of reminiscence in his eyes: "After a hundred reincarnations, I hold you again, old man!"
"In the past thousands of years, you have been stained with blood. The murderous intention in the sword is getting more and more terrifying. It's a very disgusting smell, old man!" The young man's slender fingers gently slid across the sword body, and the shocking smell in the sword body was
The killing intent dissipated like evaporating water vapor.
The sword rises and the snow flies. The young man holds the sword and dances gracefully in the wind and snow. His figure and breath are completely integrated into the surrounding world.
For a moment, there was no pungent smell of blood in the void dozens of feet away from the sword tower. Instead, there was a hint of plum blossom fragrance. This world was incompatible with its surroundings.
A few dozen feet away from the sword tower, there stood a thatched house, its roof and yard were covered with snow.
A figure stood in the courtyard, the cold wind blew by, and several coughs floated in the wind.
Luo Rui was still wearing a green shirt, with a thin figure, and his face was a little pale. Luo Rui stood in the cold wind, and his thin figure looked a bit like a lonely boat on the sea.
"Ahem!" Luo Rui raised his head and his eyes fell on the towering sword tower. His eyes seemed to see through the snowflakes flying in the sky and saw the figure standing in the wind, "I see more and more
I can’t tell you anymore, Prince!”
"Perhaps as you said, the heaven and the earth are chess pieces, and all the people are chess pieces. It's just when did the chess game start? Ahem!" Luo Rui covered his mouth and coughed out. He hated snow, always hated it, and even more.
I hate the snow here.
"Can a road go all the way to the end, or does it fork in the middle of the road?" Luo Rui turned around and walked in the courtyard, where a pile of wood was burning, and the fire was very strong.
A series of crackling sounds.
The wind blew but did not extinguish the fire, which grew stronger and stronger! Standing in the wind and snow, under the weak light of the fire, Luo Rui left a silhouette in the snow, which was equally lonely.
Looking at the endless void, a trace of reminiscence appeared in Luo Rui's eyes.
The sword is the king of hundreds of weapons. On the Martial God Continent, the sword is the most respected.
However, there is a strange family in the Martial God Continent. They use knives instead of swords.
Their swords are extremely domineering. With the swords in their hands, this family once shined brightly on the stage of Martial God Continent.
At least, there was once a first-class sect that offended this family. However, in just a few days, this sect disappeared from the Martial God Continent.
But this world-famous sword-wielding family disappeared in the long river of history. Just overnight, this sword-wielding family turned into a living hell.
The knife broke, and countless corpses fell messily into the sea of blood. That night, snow was floating in the sky, as light as goose feathers.
The snow fell on the corpses, turning into snow and blending into the pool of blood. But among the countless corpses, a young man crawled out from the sea of corpses. His face was extremely pale, and the snow fell on his face, which was bone-piercing.
The young man held half of the broken blade in his hand. His breath was extremely weak, as if he could die at any time.
Staggering, the young man held half of the blade and disappeared into the endless wind and snow. The cold wind and snow seemed to him a natural enemy that could blow away his remaining breath at any time.
The thin figure and the weak breath seem to have become symbols of youth.
He held the half of the blade and left that family. He traveled to many places and met many people of all kinds. He saw the rise of some families and the decline of some families. Some people laughed and some cried.
He always wore the green shirt. He once stopped in the battlefield and witnessed bloody killings. Generals died in hundreds of battles, horses were wrapped in corpses, and blood flowed into the sea.
Patting the horse, he left the battlefield that had become hell and came to the bustling street. Standing in the street, he saw the scenes of fatherless and motherless children fighting for food with stray dogs in order to survive.
In the bustling street, this scene existed, and it was incompatible with the surroundings. He fell silent.
Holding the half of the blade, he left the bustling street and came to the dilapidated alley. Here, he heard the cries of women and saw the blank eyes of the children. They were young and did not know the heroic father in their hearts.
Has stayed in the war forever
On the field, in this world, some people are happy and some are crying, but behind the busier streets are countless people's cries buried.
He came with a blade in his hand, but when he left, he abandoned the blade. The blade represented killing.
He hated the killing just as he hated the snow. After a long time, his cultivation became stronger and stronger, and wherever he walked, there was no killing.
Because the killing disappeared under his sword, no one has ever seen his sword, and everyone who has seen his sword has died.
Later, he met a man, a man named Prince. He still remembers the first words that man said: "Killing is a sin, but the knife in your hand will eliminate that sin!"
"The light of the fireflies can only illuminate the surrounding area, but it cannot illuminate the world! The light of the sun and the moon covers the world! Your knife can only illuminate the surrounding area, but cannot illuminate the heaven and earth!"
"But I can illuminate the world. Only by becoming the absolute master and setting rules can there be no killing!" Without too many words, he left with the man who claimed to be the prince.
Later, his name gradually became known to the world, Luo Rui, and the world also called him the Sword God Luo Rui.
Standing in the wind and snow, the look of reminiscence in Luo Rui's eyes slowly dissipated. Under the reflection of the firelight, Luo Rui's originally extremely pale face had a rosy look. However, his aura was still weak, as if he could feel it at any time.
It was as if he was about to die, but his coughing sound still came out
In the wind. Raising his head, Luo Rui looked at the towering sword tower, and the figure dancing with a sword fell in his eyes, "The surrounding area is the Martial God Continent, and the sky and the earth are nebulae!"
"No matter who it is, no one can bring endless killings to the Martial God Continent! There are too many orphans without fathers and mothers. This land cannot bear that kind of despair and that kind of crying!" Luo Rui whispered, "And
This is the road I will take all the way to the end!”
Turning around, Luo Rui dragged his thin figure into the thatched house. The candles in the courtyard were extinguished, and the surroundings fell into dead silence.
On the sword tower, the young man stopped, turned around, looked down at the palace buildings below, and said calmly: "Only after mastering the radius can we master the heaven and earth. Only by using the radius can we shake the world. Set the rules so that there will be no killing, so that snow can
It’s always white!”
"Snowflakes are really beautiful, and only snowflakes are the purest existence in the world, aren't they?" The young man's murmur echoed in the wind, "One day, this snow will cover the entire continent, and
That continent beyond the starry sky!”
The snow is flying, and the young man once again holds the broken sword and dances in the wind. A long time ago, maybe he had a name, but he forgot the name. He remembers that others call him prince now.