Apocalypse Magician

At the same time, the Canglang Empire in the north, the capital palace.

Snowflakes are floating in the sky, crossing a sad arc, falling into the cold earth, as if flowers are withering, cold and lonely.

This is the first snow of the new year, bringing the breath of winter to the north of the mainland. The clouds are like ink, as if the sky is sinking, giving people a suffocating depression. Even if it is daytime, it is as dark and desolate as the evening.

From the long pavilion of the palace, the sound of the piano came, long and distant, like a sigh. After playing a piece of music, the lingering sound lingered around the beams. Xuanyin played the piano with both hands, raised his head and stared at the sky, lost in thought.

"Is this the scene on the first day of the new year?" Xuanyin seemed to be talking to himself, smiling bitterly and shaking his head, a feeling of haggard spread throughout his body.

The snowflakes were flying, whirling and fluttering, and a black thread came quietly. When approaching Xuanyin, the light suddenly surged and turned into a sharp sword energy, accompanied by the figure in black, attacking like lightning.

Xuanyin frowned slightly, his fingertips trembled, vibrating the strings, and instantly there was a wind barrier in front of him.

The long sword moved away as soon as it was touched. The man in black did not confront the wind defensive magic head-on. Instead, he changed direction in the air, drew an incredible fold line, went around behind Xuanyin, and drew the sword with his backhand. The sword light flashed, and the black sword energy was like Shadow attached to form.

Xuanyin hugged Qin sideways, barely avoiding the deadly sword energy. The sword energy hit the ground, leaving a deep pit several meters long.

The man in black missed both of his moves and jumped into the air. The sword light turned into a black cloud, filled with the aura of death, and hooded his head.

As he plucked the strings and made a circle with his arms, brilliance would flow. Xuanyin's whole body would glow with light, like a sharp sword rushing towards the black clouds above.

Light and darkness clashed, power surged, and strong winds overflowed.

The columns of the pavilion were all broken, and the beams and eaves were scattered around, making it a mess.

Three moves failed, and the man in black transformed into a thousand shadows. Countless black figures wielded swords and attacked from all directions. The sound of the piano sounded and became high-pitched, as if the wind swept the clouds and the river rushed. A tornado emerged on the flat ground, protecting Xuanyin in it. The wind rotated and drove away the attacks of thousands of black shadows.

The black shadows could not break through the tornado wall, so they surrounded it and rotated with the wind, faster and faster. The tip of the sword drew black lines, and finally formed a black storm, pressing towards the center.

At the same time, thousands of black shadows flew to one place, overlapping to form the man in black himself. The long sword was raised flat, the sword energy flowed, and the rich black was like substance, gathering the most violent blow of the man in black.

The black storm and the tornado wall met, and the forces collided, making a hissing sound, as if there was a crack in the space.

The dark sword energy in the storm was unstoppable, cutting into the tornado, and the wind wall was shattered in an instant.

The sound of the piano became more urgent, and suddenly it was majestic, like the sea embracing hundreds of rivers, vast and boundless.

When the wind wall shattered, a ray of light shot straight into the sky, and then spread around, facing the dark sword energy.

The light and shadow are scattered, the air currents are surging, and huge power is dispersed into the space. There is no complete land one meter away with Xuanyin as the center.

The light was about to dissipate, and the man in black swung the sixth sword, like black lightning, breaking through all obstacles. The speed and power were extremely high, and there was no way to avoid it.

The sword energy drove straight in and stabbed Xuanyin's throat. The man in black had never missed this move since his debut. Everyone who had seen this move had been killed by the sword.

The timing of the sword strike just now was perfect, and at such a distance, the man in black was confident that even if he was facing a god-level master like the Pope, he would die on the spot.

"Blade of Time, countercurrent!" Xuanyin raised his fingers lightly, and the strings vibrated, like a startling dream, shocking the heart.

The sword energy stopped at Xuanyin's throat, just a hair's breadth away, and then mysteriously flowed back to the sword in the hand of the man in black. It returned along with the man in black and finally stopped at the position where the sword was drawn, as if the sword had not been swung at all. Six swords.

"Time is reversed?" Even though he was masked in black, he could still see the shock in his eyes. Then the man in black suddenly realized something, "I understand. Looking at the Fantasy Continent now, if there are still people who can use time magic, I’m afraid that’s the only inheritance left. It turns out that Her Majesty the Queen of the Canglang Empire was actually the Canglan attendant decades ago.”