The blood moon hangs high, and the black sword light is like a new sprout, breaking through the vast sky and swallowing up the rivers of hundreds of miles.

This night was like a nightmare full of curses for the young man.

The clan was destroyed overnight, and the relatives died.

The hope of the past is to be buried overnight.

The blood flowing freely poured into the black blade, and the sound of the swords between heaven and earth, as if the howling from hell, roaring with the most vicious curse.

From now on, he will live forever with this cursed blade, the hatred of tragic death of his relatives, and the cursed fate.

Rumble...

The sky-sky fire swallowed this ancestral land, the corpses everywhere, ancient altars, and traces of life gradually disappeared in the sea of ​​fire.

The young body, holding the black blade, walked out.

At this moment, the temperament of the young man gradually changed. His bloodline, his life, and everything about him seemed to be integrated into the black blade at this moment, as strange as strange, and it was hard to measure the gods and ghosts.

"Black Blade!" Wang Qiong's heart was shocked, causing a huge wave.

"Living for yourself..." the young man whispered numbly. He looked at the vast mountains, with fierceness and murderousness flashing in his eyes.

The light and shadow dissipate, and time flows like flowing water again.

The young man walked out of the mountains with a black blade. He practiced hard day and night, comprehending the intention of the sword, and studying in the world.

Lingshan Taoist dynasty, Guangming Academy, the snow desert in the north, the vast oceans... These places all leave the footprints of the young man.

He carried a black blade and sometimes disappeared in the academy, silently exploring the Taoist Dharma. Once the sound of the sound was shocking, the earth was shaking, and his talent exceeded eight thousand disciples.

Sometimes he ran around the snow desert in the northern border, used his blade to break through the coolest environment, fought with monsters, and competed with masters.

Or you may walk around the world, climb up to the mountains, walk along the river, observe the sun and the moon, explore the rivers, and learn from nature.

The young man greedily absorbed the strengths of each family, like a furnace, and integrated everything he saw, learned, and realized into the black blade.

Gradually, his temperament became more and more terrifying. Countless terrifying sword intentions gathered in his body, and turned into the most terrifying power on the black blade.

Wang Qiong was like a spectator, feeling the changes of this "sword". The endless sword intentions gathered like a torrent, which cleansed his soul.

The transformation hidden in the years had an unimaginable touch on him, and was better than any sacred treasure book in the world!

Finally, time is like water, and the boys of the past gradually grew up and reached their youth.

At this moment, his eyes were sharp and firm, as if a knife was hidden in the sheath, but he had a powerful and powerful world.

This year, among the 100,000 mountains.

He met an equally special young man, carrying a big sword on his back, extremely wide and of a height.

"Demon Sword..." the other party whispered, as if facing a great enemy.

As for him, he also showed a solemn look and his eyes fell on the great sword.

"Draw your sword!"

Without extra words, a big battle is inevitable.

The black blade shines under the sky, as strange as strange.

In an instant, the sword light soared into the sky, and the rivers were overwhelming for thousands of miles.

If the black blade is the demon god who is raging the world and reaps the fate of all living beings, then this shocking sword light is the king who guards the world, with a vast battle song, only one sword.

Rumble...

This battle was earth-shaking and erupted among hundreds of thousands of mountains.

Wang Qiong was frightened.

Both of them have neither of them are of high level, but their strength is beyond imagination. They have both found their own path, and their use and control of power are almost like Tao.

If the peers compete, no matter which of these two people is enough to be called kings.

"Fight... can it be like this!" Wang Qiong's heart thumped, his eyes still blinking, for fear of missing a moment.

Rumble...

Swords and swords sounded together, and strange phenomena emerged in this wilderness.

Two figures intertwined, standing proudly on the mountain, looking away from the sky.

"You haven't found your edge yet!"

"Your sword has not been formed either!"

The two of them whispered, and their fighting spirits disappeared invisibly.

"I'll see you one day!"

The other party whispered, carrying a big sword on his back, turned into a sword light, and disappeared into the long sky.

As for him, he carried the black blade and returned to the place where nightmare was lingering.

"I'm back!"

The sound of loneliness echoes in the ancestral land of the past. It has not returned for many years. The scorched earth of the past is also covered with green wastes, and the ancient altar is no longer found.

Bang……

Suddenly, he raised his sword and rushed thousands of miles away.

A mountain was cut in half, and a huge demon tide emerged between heaven and earth.

There was a figure sitting cross-legged, naked on the upper body, covered with gray totem patterns.

"The True King Sequence..." Wang Qiong was horrified.

The man in front of him was a monster that stepped into the sequence of the True King.

"Human, who are you?" said a gray-patterned man coldly.

"The one who took your life!"

Before he finished speaking, the black blade soared into the sky, and the terrifying knife intent swept forward with the anger and hatred soaring into the sky.

"Black Blade...you are the escaped child back then..." The gray-printed man frowned.

He didn't expect that a little guy had grown to this point back then.

Rumble...

The gray-patterned man raised his hand, and countless monsters like gray fog flew out from his body, making a sharp roar.

But under the terrifying sword light, everything was annihilated and turned into smoke and clouds.

"You deserve to die!" He roared sharply, and his originally water-like state of mind stirred up waves.

His anger and his hatred completely activate the black blade.

This cursed blade has increased its power again due to emotional fluctuations.

"The poor worm who was cursed and sinks into the power..."

The gray-patterned man was indifferent, and his body suddenly cracked and turned into gray fog that covered the sky and the sun.

This is his true essence.

Rumble...

The gray mist kept squirming, swallowing everything.

The black sword light was swallowed by it and turned into invisible.

Failed!

The young man fell into the ruins, and a black blade penetrated across his body, and the light was dim.

The gray-patterned man reunited and walked around, with a hint of indifference in his eyes.

"After living for so many years, I will die in the end!" the young man murmured to himself.

His memory seemed to have returned to that night.

The person who loved him the most fell in his arms, and his parting words were like hope and curse, echoing in his ears.

"From today...you must protect yourself..."

The cursed fate began to sink from that moment on, and has not been liberated until today.

The young man raised his eyes and looked at the black blade. The cold blade vaguely reflected his sister's figure.

Suddenly, a trace of enlightenment flashed in his eyes and his eyes gradually became brighter.

"I've been living for you all the time!"

He smiled, laughing so happily.

This is the first time he has laughed in years.

Under the gaze of the gray-patterned man, the young man slowly raised his arm and gently stroked it like a spring breeze blowing on his face.

Click...
To be continued...