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"But the sinner Jingliu committed the devil's crime, killed his comrades, and betrayed the alliance."

The mirror flowed through the black cloth covering the eyes.

His expression was unreadable.

He simply listed out the sins of the three men one by one.

"We will all face our own punishments."

"And I will be escorted to the Ten Kings' Division, after which an even heavier price awaits me."

"Only in this way can those painful memories that should be remembered be put to rest."

"The Five Heroes of the Cloud, it's time to say goodbye."

Yun Wu, who has been a central character in the entire story since the very beginning of the Immortal Ship arc.

Finally, here it is.

The curtain has fallen.

Until this time.

The audience truly experienced the helplessness of the so-called "Cloud Five" story.

It's like a glass of wine, becoming richer and more flavorful over time.

At the moment of slitting his throat, he was filled with sorrow.

on the screen.

With the flow of the mirror, his wish was fulfilled.

The blade, which had been waiting patiently, could no longer hold back.

He drew his longsword and begged Jingliu to grant him death.

The two were standing beneath the Danfeng statue.

Walk slowly.

"Ah."

Jingliu gave a self-deprecating laugh.

It's mocking the blade, and also mocking itself.

"Thinking back to seven hundred years ago."

"We are the same, chatting and laughing, competing, full of vigor, and dreaming about the future."

next moment.

A mournful sound of a flute rang out.

The two disappeared from their original spot and reappeared, their longswords clashing together.

A terrifying battle.

The audience simply couldn't keep up with their speed.

All that could be seen were explosions and billowing smoke.

During this time, the two figures were stretched into a blue and red beam of light.

Such a fierce battle.

The sounds of clashing swords were remarkably faint on the screen.

But Jingliu's innermost thoughts overwhelmed everything.

The voice was different from its usual coldness; it was filled with regret, lamentation, and emotion.

"The images of those people from that time still linger in my mind, as if they were a dream from last night."

The words fell.

He effortlessly dodged the three streams of sword energy, then swung his sword and collided with the blade.

Sparks flew everywhere.

The image shown, however, depicts the two individuals in their younger days.

Her appearance remained unchanged.

But Ying Xing, standing before him, had a smile on his lips.

There was no sorrow in his eyes or brows.

Only geniuses possess such high spirits.

The background music, with its mournful and poignant bugle calls, complements the visuals, gradually tearing open the hearts of the audience.

That familiar tone—audiences have seen it in many places.

After the fighting, the battlefield was littered with corpses and flags.

Under the setting sun, the heroes and ministers grow old.

The hero dies.

Those days are gone.

clang!

The sound of glasses clinking quietly broke the silence.

Five wine glasses clinked together, and the wine spilled freely.

That was the scene in the Cloud Five PV where the five people were chatting and drinking.

Blade was no longer convinced of his previous composure.

He seemed to have poured all his hatred, sorrow, and emotions into each and every move.

Neither of them held back.

Their swordplay was filled with killing intent.

But whether it's the cry of the blade or the sound of metal clashing.

All of this was drowned out by the desolate bugle calls and the heartfelt words of Jing Liu.

This makes the audience feel that the two people fighting at this moment are more like a memory.

However, Yunwu's past memories seem to be events that occur in the current timeline.

As the blade attacked from the sky once more.

What should have been a deafening roar became incredibly small.

"I thought these happy days would last as long as the lifespan of the people on the fairy boat."

"Day after day, in an endless cycle."

Sparks flew.

The young Ren raised his glass to Jing Yuan.

Jing Yuan smiled, his eyes narrowing, as if he had thought of something happy.

The scene suddenly changed.

In the sudden battle, weapons were planted all over the ground.

The demon's shadow form has a terrifying appearance.

The mirror flowed into the demon.

Scenes flashed by.

Finally, Blade used the tip of his sword to tear open Mirror Stream's black cloth, revealing the eyes hidden behind it.

Those red eyes were no longer cold; they were now filled with sorrow.

The aftershocks of their battle also affected Jing Yuan and Dan Heng, who were standing at a distance on the official website.

A sword aura landed beside Jing Yuan, amidst thick smoke.

Jing Yuan raised his head slightly, his white hair obscuring his eyes, only his pursed lips were visible.

Dan Heng turned his back to Dan Feng's statue, then withdrew one of his gazes from Dan Feng, but remained in the statue's shadow.

The sound of explosions increased.

Stifling and oppressive.

The final words of the heart fell.

Ren stood on the ground, clenching his teeth, his eyes wide open, and swung his longsword with all his might.

Jingliu pursed his lips, his eyes filled with sorrow, and gently thrust out his sword.

"But, a dream..."

"They will eventually awaken, and disperse like clouds!"

Bai Heng's smile appeared at this moment.

Immediately, it was torn apart by the sword light, which fell from the sky and pierced the ground.

Two seconds after the smoke from the explosion appeared.

The sound suddenly surged forth, like a sonic boom.

Chapter 137: Information on Pinocchio! The Immortal Boat series is now complete!

In the ashes.

The audience could no longer see the blade in its entirety.

In the shattered ground.

All that remained was the broken sword and the hand gripping the hilt tightly.

Everything seemed to have fallen into darkness.

"It feels so...familiar."