Chapter 135
This man named Brother Qing, with a broad knife in his hand, rushed into the dark creatures and killed them all the way.

Any dark creature standing in front of him will become his dead soul.

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

He fought all the way and rushed towards the center of the battlefield.

There, is the key to deciding victory or defeat.

There, there is the common god in their hearts, he, who fought bloody battles there, and he, alone, carried it all.

Millions of years, tens of thousands of years, he has struggled to support, and now, the darkness has come again, and they want to fight side by side with him.

Although, they are too weak, although the enemy is too strong.

However, they have no fear, and they want him to know that the human race is not just his own human race, and there is not only one person guarding this world.

When the war song of destroying the world is rekindled, none of them will be afraid of 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 exert his last residual heat and do his last part for the coming of the light.

He charged forward, ten meters, a hundred meters, a thousand meters.

Dark creatures kept falling under his knife, one, ten, hundreds.

Like a bloody Shura, he walked towards the center of the battlefield.

In the end, he still failed to step into the center of the battlefield. The aftermath of the great battle there was enough to destroy the surrounding creatures.

And after he slashed the 350th seven dark creatures under the knife, the broad knife in his hand was finally unable to lift it up.

A flash of light flashed across his mind, coming towards his back.

The same scene was like a repeat of time, but this time, there was no girl who blocked the fatal blow for him.

puff!

The sharp blade passed through his body, and he felt the loss of strength in his body.

Gritting his teeth, he concentrated the last of his strength in his arms, and the broad knife in his hand flew out, piercing straight into the throat of the dark creature that pierced him with the knife.

His knife finally left his hand.

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

how many years?

millennium?Ten thousand years?Or 10 years?
How long has he been unable to hold her in his arms like now?

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

There was no knife in his hand, no dark sacred objects in his eyes, no future of the human race and the rise and fall of the world in his heart. 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, there seemed to be a long voice in the air.

If I hold the knife in my hand, I cannot hug you; if I put down the knife, I cannot protect you.

May there be no swords, no chaos in the afterlife, only you!

When this human warrior came to the end, Kong Qiu, this saint who came from a million years ago, this human sage who felt that his state of mind had been able to achieve the ancient well without waves, had tears in his eyes at some point.

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

The same scene, similar situation, and the pain of life and death are happening all the time.

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

At some point, Kong Qiu's figure was already standing in the void. Looking around, there were corpses everywhere. Under the corpses, there were many bones, and under the bones, there were dried bones turned into bone dust.

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

On the battlefield, there are only life and death, the dead, the corpse battlefield, no one collects the bones, because when you collect the bones for the dead, more companions may fall under the enemy's butcher's knife.

Only by killing, only by killing all the enemies, can we gain complete peace.

It's just that they killed thousands of years, ten thousand years, and 10 years. The corpses on the ground were laid layer after layer. The first corpses were turned into white bones, and the first dry bones were weathered into bone powder. Never stop.

Kong Qiu's eyes moved beyond the outermost battlefield to the crueler and more tragic battlefield inside.

He saw a fat man surrounded by thunder and lightning, like a god controlling thunder in the nine heavens, fighting with blood among the dark creatures.

He saw a snow-white unicorn with hair dyed dark brown, but it was still rampaging among the dark creatures, never stopping.

He saw a divine dragon whose color could no longer be discerned roaring in the air, and every time it swung its sharp claws, a dark creature that he couldn't see through the realm was torn apart.

He saw a group of generals who exuded a powerful force that made the void tremble all over their bodies, covered in bruises, but still refused to take a step back.

And in the center of these people is a battlefield that no one dares to approach.

In the very center of the battlefield, nine people were engaged in a terrifying battle.

This is an unfair battle. Eight of these nine people belong to one phalanx, while only one person belongs to the other camp!
He was dressed in white clothes, the jade belt that tied his hair was broken, and his long hair was scattered behind his head.

He was alone, facing eight dark creatures of the same realm, but he didn't have the slightest fear.

The battle of 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 the body is dry, even if there is not a drop of blood in the body, even if the fire of life may dissipate at any time.

However, his eyes are still bright, with an invincible pride.

Even in the face of an enemy far surpassing him, he still has no fear at all.

In fact, at the beginning, his enemies were not eight, but nine. Over the past ten thousand years, he has used all means, and while fighting against a strong man of the same realm as Nine Lives, he also killed a leader of the other party. .

By now, the nine people in the battle have all exhausted their energy and energy, and they are fighting entirely with instinct.

However, even at this point, the man in white clothes, Sheng Xue, was still fighting eight enemies of the same level alone while taking some time out to launch several attacks on the surrounding battlefield to support those compatriots who were in an absolutely weak position.

In fact, this is not the first time he has done this kind of thing. Over the past tens of thousands of years, if he had not provided support from time to time, the alliance of all races headed by the human race would have lost the ability to resist.

In this way, the battle continued. Kong Qiu, who was in the projection of time and space, didn’t know how long the war lasted. Just when he felt desperate for this war without the slightest hope, and couldn’t help but fall for the suffering of the thousands of peoples. While crying, new changes appeared on the battlefield.

Kong Qiu saw that in the very center of the battlefield, there was a strange influence, and the long river of time emerged in the battlefield.

In the upper reaches of the long river of time, there are creatures who have crossed the long river of time and space and ruled this era, and want to take part in this war at the risk of being liquidated by karma.

Seeing this scene, Kong Qiu's eyes revealed a trace of joy, but, the next moment, the joy in his eyes turned into despair.

Because, the five creatures that came upstream from the time scene did not belong to the camp of the Ten Thousand Races. They were filled with a dark atmosphere. After appearing across the time scene, they did not hesitate at all. The man in white unleashed a powerful blow.

The white-clothed man, who had already run out of oil and was fighting alone with eight other powerful men of the same realm, was now facing the siege of five strong men of the same realm in his heyday. For a moment, the situation became precarious.

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

In the next moment, from the lower reaches of the long river of time, there was an extremely powerful person who also broke the shackles of time and descended into this era.

The first one to appear was a peerless woman in white. This woman stepped on the long river of time to rule this era from the distant future. When entering this era, the illusory river of time turned into a real river.

In the river, there are creatures looming, as if they have come from the distant future to participate in this battle.

The woman in white was filled with a powerful aura, which distorted the surrounding space, hiding her true appearance in the layers of space.

The woman in white didn't have any words. As soon as she came to this era, she just slapped it with one palm as she watched the joint blow of the five strongest men coming from the upper reaches of the long river of time.

The attacks of the two sides collided together, erupting with shocking power.

The world that was already dilapidated under the Ten Thousand Years War began to collapse with this impact, the sky collapsed and the ground collapsed, and the space was shattered.

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

She just stood there quietly, her eyes calmly watching the five strongest men coming from the upper reaches of the long river of time and space. The turbulent flow of the surrounding space brushed her body, but it automatically changed its trajectory.

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

Seeing that the woman in white blocked the joint attack of the five of them with her palm, the leader of the five asked.

This is the first sound that has been made since the battle between the Xeons.

A pair of cold and calm eyes looked at the person 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, and the expressions of the five dark creatures changed drastically the moment the woman's lips moved.

"The heavens and the earth must not leave traces, this...how is this possible! What kind of overbearing skills have you practiced, why can't the heavens and the earth leave your traces?"

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

Also at this moment, the white-clothed man who had been fighting and the eight powerful men with dark biological clocks also stopped fighting, and at the same time looked at the white-clothed woman from the future.

Seeing the solemn faces of the dark creatures, the woman in white nodded to the man in white who had already exhausted his lamps, and said something with her lips moving slightly.

The man hesitated slightly, and nodded.

The next moment, the woman stepped forward, and at the same time, a terrifying power rose from her body, and a gluttonous phantom opened its mouth to devour the gathered dark creatures to the strongest.

(End of this chapter)

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