Tens of thousands of years ago, his reputation spread throughout the world.
Tens of thousands of years later, no one in the world knows him.
He is getting old, and he is just a frail old man whose appearance has changed beyond recognition.
Liu Ruyue looked back and burst into tears.
This person is her father.
The biological father who had no chance to get along with him since he was born.
For the sake of the righteousness of the human race and the future of the Sword Sect, her father chose Wanzaiyong to suppress the Demon Cave.
She was always angry.
But more often than not, I am moved by having such a great father.
We leave our small family behind for everyone.
What men carry on their shoulders is responsibility.
People are like jade, and swords are like frost.
Up to now, the body is no longer intact, the oil is exhausted and the lamp is dry.
But the one who strives to stand straight is his pride.
Liu Ruyue chose to leave.
After his daughter's figure disappeared, Liu Zifu's old body trembled slightly.
He turned around and looked at the familiar figure. She was so similar to her in the past.
"Zi Yan, our child has grown up... If you can see her, you will be very happy, right?"
Tears were streaming down his cheeks, and Liu Zifu raised his hand to wipe them away.
It's hard to say goodbye when we meet.
He wanted to take another look at her, but that silhouette had disappeared.
"Where did you come from, old man, get out of here!"
The golden-winged roc at the pinnacle of the Demonic Realm stirred up gusts of wind with a slight movement of its wings.
The tiger with its snow-white wings also felt that this old man was an eyesore, mainly because of the aura he had on his body, which made them feel scared.
This is unacceptable to them who are so superior.
Shit!
They haven't finished speaking yet.
Only a small burst of cold light was seen.
The sky and the earth became dark.
After the light.
The golden-winged roc, who was at the peak of the Dao-breaking realm, seemed to vaguely feel something.
But he used his huge mental power to scan his whole body, only to find that nothing happened.
Suddenly, he sneered and said: "This old man who is neither human nor ghost is quite good at putting on airs."
As soon as he finished speaking, he would shoot out the terrifying feathers to kill Liu Zifu.
When his bright golden wings were raised, his huge body suddenly split in the middle.
There was a loud explosion.
In the disbelief of the golden-winged roc.
His huge body split into two, and then fell into the sky.
Behind him, the two-winged Tianhu, who had snow-white wings and was also at the peak of the demon realm, immediately retreated in horror when he saw such a terrifying situation.
He clearly didn't see the light of the sword, so why was the golden-winged roc rushing in front split into two?
The old man in front of him seemed to be an extremely terrifying guy.
While he was running away in terror, he kept glancing back, fearing that the weird old man would catch up with him.
But what made him feel extremely strange was that the old man kept getting smaller and smaller in his field of vision and seemed to have no intention of chasing him.
"Save a life."
The Double-winged Sky Tiger secretly rejoiced that perhaps this weird old man had really reached his limit and could not move, so he had no more energy to chase him.
But his rejoicing was not over yet.
He suddenly discovered with great horror that there was a terrifying crack in his chest.
"when?"
Rather than fear and terror, the Double-winged Sky Tiger was more surprised and surprised.
Obviously, he had escaped far enough, but why did he still have to die?
That weird old man obviously didn’t move?
He will never know until his death that the person they underestimated was once one of the protagonists of an era.
The golden-winged roc and the double-winged sky tiger turned into extremely pure power and were absorbed by Liu Zifu.
Then, his figure penetrated the space and came to Dao Zong.
Everything you can see is devastated.
No one from the sword sect survived.
Many demons are destroying the body of the deceased.
They need to regain their strength.
After feeling Liu Zifu's aura, they all stopped and surrounded Liu Zifu in unison.
"After thousands of years, your Sword Sect was finally successfully destroyed by us, Jie Jie..."
The person speaking was the absolute main force in attacking the Sword Sect in the past, and he was the comeback at the peak of the Demon Lord.
"Whether success or failure has turned around, the green mountains are still there, and the sunset is red several times..."
"As long as the seeds are still there, sooner or later there will be a chance to revive again. I seem to have heard the sound of spring thunder and bursts of spring rain. After the seeds have been tempered, they will burst out of the ground with great strength."
"Even if there is a huge boulder holding them down, they will eventually break through and soar into the sky."
"The meaning of my existence as an old man is to completely settle the grudges of thousands of years with you. The era that belongs to us has passed."
Liu Zifu spoke out, already looking down on life and death, and at the same time, he also had high hopes for Jiang Li and others.
Survival and destruction are the normal conditions of nature.
Countless sects, forces, and dynasties are just like flowers and plants in nature, with their ups and downs, honors and disgrace, and their own historical cycles.
The most prosperous will inevitably lead to decline, and the most prosperous will inevitably lead to prosperity.
It’s time for the Sword Sect to transform from cocoon to butterfly.
The process is tortuous and painful, but the future and prospects are extremely bright.
"It's ridiculous. Ten thousand years ago, your Sword Sect could not do anything to us. Tens of thousands of years later, the Sword Sect has been destroyed. You are just an old waste, what can you do to us?"
He didn't even bother to sneer. He simply didn't believe that this dead old man who had suppressed them for thousands of years could do anything to them.
"Today you will be destroyed, I say."
Liu Zifu straightened his slightly stooped body slightly.
Although there are thousands of people, I will go.
Liu Zifu had white hair and beard, and his whole body was beyond recognition.
But at this moment, he burst into powerful light.
The body, at this moment, gradually becomes younger.
He was extremely sublime.
Now that he knows he will die, he wants to return to his prime and fight to the death.
Even if you die, you must fight to the death.
The unparalleled and unrivaled swordsman in white reappears in the world.
Many of his old friends have passed away, but he continues to fight in an era that does not belong to him.
The knife shines brightly.
It's not very bright and not very gorgeous.
A truly strong person can always compress his power to the extreme and reach a state of returning to nature.
Tsk lala!
A single sword blows the cold across fourteen states.
The bodies of several demon Dao realm demons that came up were torn into pieces.
The tiny demon souls in their bodies could not escape the disaster.
"So strong!"
The leader of the big demon, Yun Qing, who is at the peak of the demon realm, is a nine-tailed demon fox. Now his words are filled with admiration.
Some people's heights are difficult to reach in their lifetime.
Because their spirit is too noble, their character can only be like looking up at the mountains and stopping at the scenery.
"kill!"
A swarm of ants eating an elephant, let alone a monster at the peak of hundreds of Dao-breaking realms?
The bright light annihilates this place.
The energy storm is as turbulent as the sea.
The ground of Daozong, which was already devastated, continues to collapse at this moment.
Within a radius of a thousand miles, no vegetation can grow.
Only the seven ladders to heaven remain standing.
As for the palaces on each peak, there are only ruins left.