The Warrior of Love

Can’t win - this was the first time in hell that Jiang Liu thought of giving up not because of fatigue, but because of the gap in strength.

But just like what Jiang Liu had done countless times when he wanted to give up, he just took a deep breath and cleared all his distracting thoughts, and his heart was as calm as water.

"Qiang!"

No words, no hesitation, the blades collided in the blink of an eye, and brilliant sparks disturbed the cold moonlight.

This was a sword fight so gorgeous that it was hard to describe. The life-threatening blades seemed to have life at this moment, shining the brightest in the confrontation.

No one spoke, no one looked away, and everyone integrated their body and mind into the battle.

It is not that the body becomes the sword, nor that the sword becomes an extension of the body, but that the two are inherently interdependent and there is no need to distinguish between you and me.

The cold killing technique can almost be described as "beautiful".

However, the more beautiful and splendid something is, the more short-lived it is. The blades of both sides went back and forth countless times, but in reality it was only a few brief breaths and the outcome was decided in the blink of an eye.

tick...

The sticky blood dripped down and bent a blade of grass.

Jiang Liu looked calmly at the sword on his chest. His heart had been shattered in an instant. Although it was just one sword, the violent sword energy seemed like millions of blades piercing through his body.

Feeling the vitality draining away from his body and the shadow of death getting closer and closer, Jiang Liu unexpectedly did not have any emotional fluctuations.

Perhaps, he had seen too many deaths in this hell, so even his own death was nothing to be surprised about.

Darkness quietly came...

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This is a grassland shrouded in darkness. Countless stars are reflected in the cloudless sky, guarding the crescent moon. The cold light is sprinkled on the windblown grassland, creating circles of silver ripples.

Among the green grass, there were countless rusty swords.

A hint of coolness came from the tip of his nose, and Jiang Liu woke up from his trance.

In this world that was very different from the other levels of hell, the only unusual thing he found was the "dead tree" standing on the high slope under the crescent moon.

"call……"

He let out a long breath, drew the sword from his waist, and walked forward on the soft grass...

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This is a grassland covered in darkness...

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Jiang Liu, who lost an arm, finally couldn't stop the old man's blade. With his heart meridian cut, he slowly fell down with a lonely smile...

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Although he had hit the opponent's chest, he didn't have time to release the force and his own vitals were pierced. Jiang Liu laughed at himself and let go of the black sword, letting it fall on the grass.

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This is a land without any gentleness. The light of the crescent moon shines on the steel land. The rows of rusty swords reflect a blood color deeper than black. Even the night wind carries a little fishy smell.

"It's worthy of being called 'Avici Hell'." Jiang Liu sighed.

A mountain of swords? It really fits the image of Avici Hell in people's imagination.

Apart from this forest of swords, there is only one existence in the entire world that can be called an enemy, and that is the old man standing on countless swords, like a dead tree.

Without hesitation or retreat, Jiang Liu drew the sword from his waist and went upstream against the bloody night wind.

The tendons in his right foot were severed, two ribs were broken, and one eye was blinded.

But it was at the cost of an eye that he was able to find the gap that existed only among the infinite possibilities and successfully cut it off with one stroke!

呲——

A thin breeze blew across his neck. The old man paused, slowly put away his knife, and stood in front of Jiang Liu to look him in the face.

"you……"

The voice was so hoarse that it was hard to believe it was a human voice, as if the voice had not been used for thousands of years.

"You... won..."

Jiang Liu let out a long breath and smiled with relief: "Yes——"

I won.

The voices overlapped, and Jiang Liu finally saw the other person's face clearly in a trance.

It was a face that was so thin that it was almost unrecognizable as a human. There were countless scars on it, showing the countless Shuras he had crossed.

However, it was this face that Jiang Liu was extremely familiar with.

He belatedly looked at his own hands, and he had the impression that they should be a pair of strong hands. Although not as muscular as a strongman's, the degree of bulge was just right, the most suitable proportion for a swordsman.

But now, the skin on his hands was as dry and barren as tree bark, and the joints were protruding like a skull.

Looking down again, she saw that the clothes she was wearing were no longer the simple, fitted kimono, but a piece of grayish-white rag covered with stains. When the breeze blew, a dead-looking body was revealed underneath.

Ah...am I really that thin?

Jiang Liu looked at the old man - no, face to face with himself, and was silent for a long time.

Suddenly, he gave an ugly smile.

"So that's what happened."

Just think about it, after being in hell for who knows how long, how is it possible that your appearance is still exactly the same as you remember?

Waiting, black ropes, scorching heat, screaming, and the crowd... After experiencing the torture of these layers of hell, his body had already "died" long ago, and he was just absorbing the magic power and negative energy of hell to survive.

Just like the rusty swords here, they have long lost their original appearance.

Is he closer to a human being or an evil demon Shura now?

"puff!"

He drew his sword and killed "himself", a long sword fell to the ground, and he became a member of the mountain of swords.

Jiang Liu stood on the infinite sword blade, staring at the new moon in silence, wondering what he was thinking.

Suddenly, he seemed to realize something and turned to look below the Sword Mountain.

A barefoot, skinny, gray-haired old man holding only a sword came to the foot of the mountain. Although he was dying, he had the clear eyes of a young man.

"Are you the final enemy?"

As the young man spoke, he walked up the sword mountain step by step, and Jiang Liu also revealed an inexplicable smile and drew out his tattered black sword.

Chapter 134: Destruction and then reconstruction, Nirvana and rebirth!

In the cracks of time, the operation of thinking is infinitely stretched, and the existence of the self is extremely thin. There is no need to think about anything and do anything. This is the state of nothingness.

He had swung his blade countless times, climbed the mountain of swords and bloody winds countless times, and killed his past self countless times.

If facing oneself is also a kind of practice, then Jiang Liu can be said to have reached the extreme on this path.

However, this is meaningless. Until the world is covered with swords, until the crescent moon is dyed blood red, until the body and soul are burned out, this twisted cycle will never end.

In the "Avici Hell", there is no physical torture. There is only overlapping and intertwined time, and reincarnation that is like a maze with no exit.

Until the end, those who remained here could no longer be called human beings, but the remnants left over from purgatory.

The almost weathered body has lost all the characteristics of the flesh. The demon sword, which has been broken and pieced together countless times, is now covered with red cracks on the black sword.

Everything is incomplete, and this world can be said to be a garbage dump full of debris.

Now, if someone came here, there would be no doubt that Jiang Liu would be defeated by a gust of wind, because he is more fragile than a statue made of sand.

clatter……

Another "self" appeared before his eyes. Jiang Liu turned his head very slowly and "looked" at the other person with his eyes that had lost their sight.

I don’t know how much time had passed, no one took the next step, and the world seemed to stand still.

Suddenly, Jiang Liu's mouth curled up slightly, revealing a "smile" that just met the minimum requirements of etiquette.

Without any further hesitation, the former "self" drew out his sword and beheaded Jiang Liu in a swift motion.

This time, the soul that is about to collapse can no longer withstand any reincarnation.

The body turned into sand, the spirit shattered into millions, and the last trace of clarity fell into eternal darkness.

Jiang Liu’s Avici Hell is over.

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In the deepest, darkest, coldest waters.

The human figure made of piled gravel was broken into countless pieces the moment it entered, and gradually spread in the water like clouds.

Hidden in the mud and sand are things as beautiful as pearls, crystal clear glass.

It should have been a fairly large area, but after being broken into pieces, it was hidden under the muddy mud and sand, and each piece reflected a colorful dream.

"Distant mountains and rivers" - all the concepts that make up this entity are melted and decomposed at this moment, falling into the tide of origin.

When the soul is destroyed to this extent, it cannot be restored again. It will mix with other things and then flow out of the "mysterious hole" and enter the next reincarnation.

——Generally speaking, this is the case.

When the mud and sand were about to completely dissipate in the vast sea, a striking light flashed in the darkness. The slender and tenacious light was conspicuous in the dark world, yet it was so desirable.

When the light converged, it could be seen that it was not a miracle, but just a strand of hair.

It is so slender and weak that it can neither carry heavy objects nor gather the scattered sand. It can do nothing in this sea of ​​origin.

No, that’s not the case.

At one end of the hair, after the mud and sand dissipated, a piece of colored glaze was revealed, and this piece was tied tightly.

[This is a promise...]

Words and someone's face make up the briefest memory, information so brief that it is not even enough to be a carrier of emotion.

Memory, spirit, emotion, personality...if any one of them is missing, we cannot be called a complete human being.

This tiny fragment of memory is insignificant compared to the human "heart" that even gods cannot understand.

However, it seems that there are indeed miracles in this world. Around this last piece of glass fragment, twinkling points of light slowly emerged, gathering around like glowing mayflies. Upon closer inspection, they were pieces of colorful glass of various shapes!

"Independent manifestation", "Anti-mental pollution", "Ancient will", "The flower of hope that never fades"...

If there was a reason for what he was seeing, then every ability he possessed could explain it.

However, if we put aside these abilities, perhaps the seemingly illusory word "miracle" is the correct answer.

Never give up hope in your heart, the world needs more miracles!

Pieces of colored glaze collided with each other, and finally gathered together to form a complete human figure. On the man's little finger, a thin strand of hair floated in the sea water...

"Shh-"

The waves beat against the shore, day after day without stopping. Huge amounts of sand and gravel are washed ashore, forming a golden boundary line.

At a certain moment, the orderly waves rolled up an unusual mass of mud and sand, which wrapped around a glass-like human figure. The dirty mud and sand could not match it.

But after reaching the coast, the pile of mud and sand quickly took shape, covering it with the glass figure as the center, and naturally formed an ordinary human body in the end.

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"Well!"

Jiang Liu suddenly opened his eyes and stared blankly at the familiar black and white ceiling, stunned for a moment.

This... seems to be a hall somewhere... Yama's?

Then, a huge amount of memories came flooding in disorganizedly, as if a red-hot iron was inserted into his brain. An indescribable burning pain attacked Jiang Liu, and even with his willpower, he couldn't help but open his mouth and let out a "ho ho" sound like a wild beast.

The endless sea of ​​evil spirits, the blades that never stop, the monsters that walk with sins on their shoulders, the sword purgatory where there is no place to stand, the infinite spiral of killing...

Regardless of the content, just the "quantity" is enough to easily defeat Jiang Liu's spirit time and time again. It was a trial that lasted for hundreds or thousands of years, a time that a mortal could not accumulate even after reincarnation several times, but after returning from hell, it was compressed into a short "moment".

A thousand years of loneliness, a thousand years of killing, a thousand years of darkness, a thousand years of fatigue, a thousand years of indifference... when they become entities.

Naturally, this moment possesses a "quality" that is enough to destroy everything, a mass crushing that no one's soul can withstand!

I don't know how long I struggled, but the vast amount of memories and negative emotions accumulated over thousands of years showed no sign of fading, and Jiang Liu could no longer hold on -