Covered in sweat and trembling, Beiming Changfeng almost leaned his entire body against Ziyu, who supported him.
After more than a thousand cuts, his consciousness and physical strength had been strained to the extreme. The pain that would have scraped away all the flesh in his body was already so painful that his bones were already numb.
It hurts too much.
This is a confrontation of the body, but more of a confrontation of the will.
Beiming Changfeng stood on the one thousand and seven steps and slowly lowered his head and glanced at himself.
There is no flesh at all, and the blood all over his body is blurred.
The bones are exposed all over the body, and there is not a single intact muscle. The sense of reality is so real that it can't be better.
There is still a trace of intact skin on his chest, which is the last intact part of his body.
Beiming Changfeng knew that was where the last sword was going to land, where the one thousand and eight swords were, and the sword would be the end of his life.
Slowly raising his head, Beiming Changfeng looked at the 1,008th step in front of him. It was the last step, and it would also be the step where he faced a life-or-death decision. Going forward would mean being cut into pieces with a thousand cuts, and the end of his life would come. Stepping backward would leave the sea and the sky intact.
End of life and intactness, these are the two sides of life and death, life, or death.
Beiming Changfeng slowly closed his eyes.
"Young Master, take the last step, don't give up." Ziyu gritted his teeth while carrying Beiming Changfeng's entire weight.
Give up? How could that happen?
"It hurts you more than me." Beiming Changfeng turned his head and glanced at Ziyu beside him, a trace of love flashed in his eyes. It was because of him that Ziyu was in danger of death. If Ziyu could bear it, what couldn't he?
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"Young Master." Ziyu bit his lower lip fiercely and his eyes turned red.
Beiming Changfeng opened his eyes and looked into Ziyu's eyes that were about to cry. He raised his hand with difficulty and pinched Ziyu's cheek. His voice was hoarse and tired but could not hide his arrogance: "Smile for me, your man is the world's best."
The most outstanding person, you are so lucky to meet me, you should make me smile proudly."
The arrogant and arrogant words followed the wind for nine days. In the words of Beiming Changfeng, he stepped hard on the 1,008th step.
"Silk..." At that moment, all the muscles and tendons were torn apart, the ashes were extinguished, the heart was filled with pain, and the feeling of life and death came all over my face. The pain that was closest to death was as if I was really approaching death and there would be no return.
The heartbeat almost stops, the person almost loses all consciousness, and death is the ultimate.
Beiming Changfeng roared, almost crushing the hand holding Ziyu's.
"Young Master." Ziyu screamed in horror.
"Don't touch him." The man in blue growled.
Don't touch him, don't touch Beiming Changfeng.
The flames of life and death danced in front of my eyes, the starlight of death hovered around my body, and the deathly silence after the extreme pain enveloped me in the long wind of the North Ming Dynasty.
Ups and downs, life and death, all kinds of feelings came roaring in, almost overwhelming Beiming Changfeng.
Stand tall, stand firm and never give up.
He will not die, he absolutely cannot die. Even if he is stabbed a thousand and eight times, even if he is executed by being cut into pieces by a thousand cuts, he will not die. He must hold on.
Gritting his teeth desperately, Beiming Changfeng's eyes widened and his breath turned wildly. He didn't want to die. Even if Yama was searching for his life, he couldn't compromise.
He still has Ziyu and their children to take care of, so he must not die.
The stars are bright and everything is lightless.
In the suffocating darkness of death, a bright light suddenly broke through the dark starry sky in front of the standing Beiming Changfeng, injecting him with the vitality of life.