final catastrophe

Chapter 227 43. Continuation
The snow is like burning, invading the wilderness.

Under the world's number one male pass, the handsome bearded man walked out step by step.

He walked slowly and quietly.

At the beginning, it was still thunderous and thunderous, shocking, but in the end, it was silent, like a feather fluttering leisurely.

Then he seemed to no longer exist.

It was a very mysterious scene, everyone could see him walking out, but no one could feel his presence.

The eldest lady turned her head and looked at the eldest master.

The man who used to be fierce and strict to him no longer looked at her.

The sword of Datian Dao is full of righteousness, the sky is sunny, all soldiers are screaming, and the world is congratulating.

At this moment, all beings finally saw the master's knife.

He raised the knife, between palms and palms.

Close your eyes and lower your eyebrows.

The lips did not move, but the voice of that great ambition can be heard all over the world.

Hell is not empty, swear not to become a Buddha!
With this low Sanskrit sound, the evil ghost hell transformed behind the man, the eighteenth floor, mountains of knives, fire, seas of oil, pans of blood, all kinds of things, countless hands crawled out from behind him.

With wings on its back, it suddenly soars into the air.

His aura finally climbed to the top.

Then the hundreds of thousands of soldiers saw his sword, the legendary sword of this new era, the master's sword.

Thousands of ghosts travel at night, and the world is silent.

"Junior brother!!" Xuanku felt grief in his heart, and the aura of the man's saber in the distance made him fearful, so he raised the saber.

It seems that even the true Buddha dares to kill!

Xuan Hen said angrily: "With such power, if you don't ask to save the common people in the world, but instead help the evildoers, you really deserve to die!"

As soon as the words were finished, the three black-robed monks agreed with each other, so they stood together and threw out the three vajra pestles that were laughing, angry, and cursing in their hands.

It turned into three fierce golden lights and shot towards the man behind.

And off impermanence.

Because he is too focused.

His knife had already been cut down, and the endless aura was released with this knife.

The phantoms of evil ghosts all over the sky, and the whole hell, became the force of his knife.

No one can describe the amazingness of this knife.

If you look down from the sky, you can see that this is a new moon.

Rising from the ground, it spans more than ten miles, and it is thousands of meters away in an instant.

What kind of rebel army, what kind of sharp gun hall, what kind of family, what kind of giant, under this faint moonlight, they are all empty.

The knife is exhausted.

into ashes.

The tens of thousands of troops rushing to the forefront were decapitated under this knife, and blood gushed out, covering the ground.

Blood stained the snow red, but it was still snowing in the sky.

It landed on the man who was still maintaining the slashing posture, and it stuck to his hair, beard and eyebrows, moved with the wind, and was blown off from the tip of the beard and hair.

It slipped from the tip of the knife again, and was cut in half between the fangs of the greedy wolf.

It's just that the unparalleled man is already as motionless as a sculpture.

The generals and masters who rushed to the front were almost dead. They were originally the vanguards who tore everything apart, smashing the bandits' power to pieces, and then went all out to completely extinguish the resurgent fire.

But this knife, like destroying the world, beheaded all the strongest and most fierce forwards.

Except for Zhao Zilong, Jun Mowang, Zhang Xiren, Zhang Jingxiu, and Qiao Qingfeng who were at the pinnacle, none of the forwards survived.

There are too many enemies standing in the way of the rise of bandits.

As for the bandit's last legend, he has done his best.

If there are official records, no one will say that he is not at all, because no one will do better than him.

like now
Under the horrified eyes of the five surviving masters of the Zhengdao family, he still held the knife and maintained the slashing posture.

That knife, like an engraving, has become eternal.

Together with his life, it has become an extinct sound.

"Master." Liu Lianxi only felt that something was wrong, so she let out a low voice.

But at this moment, the three vajra pestles thrown by Xuanhen Xuanliu and Xuanzang had already attacked, and three golden lights hit the man's back rudely and domineeringly.

"Master!" Liu Lianxi started running wildly.

Dangdang!
Three streaks of golden light passed directly through the figure, and landed on the bluestone board in front of the pass, sinking into half of his body.

But that figure didn't show any signs of injury, instead, there were stars and spots.

It's like a stone passing through the river, just causing ripples.

Liu Lianxi finally ran to the man's side.

His posture remained unchanged, frozen at the moment when the knife fell, as if time had stopped.

An inexplicable and extremely painful feeling suddenly rose up. Her heart seemed to be blocked, her nose was also blocked, and she couldn't breathe.

She called again softly and tentatively, "Master?"

Then, in the eyes of the five surviving masters, the soldiers behind them who were terrified by the shocking knife, and the Shaolin monks who were locked.

She slowly stretched out her hand, and tremblingly reached out to the man in front of her.

She was so slow and careful, as if she was afraid that this man would be as fragile as a bubble, like a dream.
Liu Lianxi didn't dare to blink, even though the ice and snow had already fallen into her eye sockets and was melted by the temperature, turning into water.

Her fingers finally touched his face.

boo.
No accidents, no flukes.

That face suddenly turned into black dust, flying away, following the heavy snow, following the strong wind, it disappeared without a trace
Liu Lianxi was stunned.

Her eyes widened.
Take big breaths.
In that year, the girl was ignorant and protected under her father's wings until she got used to the cold world and intrigues.

A secret book of Feng Jiliu's experience can actually force her into the bridal chamber.

It can make her die immediately.

The expected reinforcements are nothing more than helping the evildoers. They believe in fame, but they don't believe in the truth.

Until she escaped from this righteous way and became a bandit, from then on she would love and hate each other, the strong live and the weak die.

That year, the man went south along the stream and was rescued by her, who taught her that "a tiger never walks alone, but cattle and sheep hug each other to keep warm".

Teach her that "killing one person is a crime, killing ten thousand is a hero, and killing nine million people is a hero among heroes."

Then keep working hard.

He kept listening to praise.

But he was the only one who always looked at himself and shook his head, saying that he was "not qualified".

Until the last parting moment.

He walked alone to the No. [-] Pass in the world.

"You're still not qualified."

This time, instead of scolding, he rubbed her hair with a gentle smile, as if to say, "Silly girl, how long will I wait for you?"

The most speechless, in parting.

So did you hear the phrase "survive" that I yelled at you at the end?

Why didn't you do it.

My strictest father.

Why didn't you do it?

Why didn't he fulfill his daughter's little wish?
Liu Lianxi burst into tears, she suddenly threw the long sword at her waist casually, then reached out to reach for the fallen Tanlang knife, and grasped it tightly again.

Then slowly got up, looked up to the sky and laughed.

"I'm really unqualified, really. It makes you worry. A stupid daughter like me must have annoyed you to the core, right?"

Her eyes were wide open, and her eyes were red, and the tears were mixed with the snow, and her face was stained.

　There is another chapter to be released later, everyone go to bed first :)
　　
　
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