In the dead silence, everything seemed frozen.

The blood rain falling from the sky was infected by the frost rising from the sky, and was stagnated in the icy wind, and the world fell into a solemn silence.

There were only roars and loud noises from outside the sky.

When a dazzling flash of light flashed from the sky, a sharp and harsh collision sounded in the cracks in the blood-red sky.

The world was trembling, before this great power came from nowhere.

Immediately afterwards, the dark clouds shattered, endless blazing light spurted out from the sky, countless flesh and blood grew like trees, and the hands of the young son struggled to grasp the cracks in the sky.

It's like impatiently waiting to give birth.

But is it the cry of joy at birth, or the cry of pain and sorrow at death?

The shrill screams that no one could explain contained joy and despair. Immediately afterwards, a huge body fell from the sky, burning, crushing the cracked clouds, and emitting an aging and desperate glow.

That's the sun.

The sun is setting.

Because eternal night is coming.

"Come on, Luo Xian."

Huai Shi clenched the hilt of the sword and whispered softly: "I will bet everything I have."

At that moment, the white horse bathed in blood followed the prince's low roar, stepped off its iron hooves, followed the last glow, and charged towards the enemy.

The sword blade was raised, leading the last afterglow to cut through the darkness ahead.

He turned his back to the mournful sun and moved forward, his figure seemed to be melting into the glorious and sad sun disk.

Like a prince.

sparkling.

The countless afterglows that fell on the earth seemed to be disturbed by the progress of the horse's hooves. They flew up like fireflies, followed the glow, flew into the sky, and disappeared into the darkness.

"It's so dazzling, Prince."

Luo Xian stared at the burning residual light. She didn't know whether it was with longing or anger. She just smiled and whispered softly: "Please redeem me, Your Highness..."

Darkness roars!

From the rolling darkness, the ferocious pumpkin carriage shook and roared forward.

The blood rain rolled up and flew out into the sky against gravity.

The sad streaks of red were squirming, dotted on the spreading darkness, and the power overflowing from Luo Xian's broken soul burst out, finally breaking through the invisible barrier.

They relied on this piece of darkness that condensed into substance, gathered up the mist of pain that swallowed everything, and condensed into a tangible form. They spread their wings, and their iron-like scales spread out, reflecting the last rays of the scorching sun, and roared to the sky, tyrannically.

Subdue all the noise to this roar of rage.

This is the despair and pain accumulated in the human shell during the long wait of twenty-four years, and the disaster miracle born from the soul from the abyss.

Just a glimpse of the terrifying majesty is enough to make countless abyss swarms surrender, and even the embryo of a brewing disaster is enough to horrify all viewers.

That's a dragon!

The dark dragon!

At this moment, not only the audience in front of the screen, but also the corners of Di Ting's eyes could not help but jump wildly.

"Just the soul can form the qualitative transformation of the demon dragon. Isn't this kind of talent too exaggerated?"

He scratched his face in distress. For the first time, he felt that the job of explaining was not easy to do. When he looked back at Bai Ze, he couldn't help but sigh.

"Do you think he can win?"

Bai Ze looked back at him, as if he was a fool.

"Does that need to be said?"

She regretfully came to the conclusion: "We will definitely lose."

The mythical beast that can directly observe countless branches of history has already seen the only inevitable result among the hundreds of thousands of different branches, which is an ending that cannot be changed no matter how lucky and wise it is.

As if admiring him, Bai Ze sighed softly.

"He's dead."

At that moment, with the roar of the carriage, the phantom of the dragon flapped its wings, whipping up hurricane winds and rain of blood, destroying the earth, clouds, sky and other insignificant dust in front of it.

Carrying this abyss of love that was already too heavy, it opened its mouth and confided its heart to the prince in front of it.

Roaring loudly.

Terrifying source of energy fluctuations converged from the dragon's throat, and pain and despair collided with each other, intensifying dazzling sparks.

Immediately afterwards, with a roar that shook the world, incandescent fire emerged from the depths of darkness, sweeping forward like a torrent, swallowing up the last glow of the falling sun.

The dragon fire is blazing and coming towards you!

At that moment, the white horse leaped into the air.

It neighed, almost soaring in the wind, its long mane waving like a flag.

【Don't go gentle into that good night.】

Huai Shi clenched the hilt of the sword, but a poem from the abyss suddenly appeared in his consciousness.

【When you are old, you should burn and roar at sunset.】

[Roar, roar, denounce the retreat of the light]

[Rebuke, rebuke the disappearance of the light.]

At that moment, tiny vibrations were heard from the Sword of Virtue, and along with Huai Shi's silent recitation, a roar of steel erupted.

The mountain ghost's holy mark suddenly extended into thousands of strands, and disappeared into the countless ancient inscriptions on the inside of the sword's hilt. The surging vitality transformed into a pure glow, clinging to the blade.

Like a glimmer of hope at dawn.

"I would like to surrender my whole soul to this sword, and my virtue will coexist with our legend."

Following the solemn chanting of countless people in a trance, Huai Shi raised his arm, revealing the bright light igniting on the sword blade in front of the destructive dragon fire.

Compared with the generosity and solemnity of the past, what emerges now is only a tiny sliver. However, it burns extremely persistently, and even though the dragon's flames sweep across it, it still does not go out.

There is no difference between large and small virtues, no difference between numerous and lonely.

Even if it cannot change the reality of any pain and despair, it can still reflect the hope.

Just existing here is enough to light up the long road ahead.

Here, the arrival of dawn is announced.

Huai Shi roared loudly and cut off the sword blade.

"The long and mighty night ends here!"

Compared to the once earth-shattering torrent, Huai Shi only had a ray of residual light in his hand, but even this ray of residual light burst out with a tearing dragon's roar as the blade slashed.

The light that cut through the darkness disappeared in a flash.

But the endless dragon fire was like a flood, separating from the two sides under the slash of the sword.

The raging ocean opened up under the majestic and mighty sword blade.

Divide the sea.

Huai Shi moves forward with overwhelming momentum!

The demon dragon roared in anger and roared at Huai Shi. But the white horse raised its iron hooves and trampled on his face, crushing the pitch-black scales.

Ignoring the remaining flames, the white horse smashed through the phantom of the dragon and forcibly broke into the endless darkness. Huaishi raised the blade of the sword again and launched an irreversible impact towards the carriage that was galloping ahead.

The crown of Paradise emerged from above his head, and the light tore through the creeping darkness, stinging the reflected eye in distant time and space.

Announcing the arrival of the prince.

The scream of darkness collided with the last remaining light.

A piercing cry erupted.

Countless rains of blood splashed out in all directions, and as the ray of light advanced, advanced, and advanced again, it penetrated into the depths of darkness from Huai Shi's roar.

"I'm here to save you, Luo Xian!"

On top of the burning white horse, the mountain ghost roared, exerting all his strength, breaking through the last barrier, and thrust his sword towards Luo Xian in the darkness.

The lonely princess raised her eyes with a ferocious expression.

The next moment, white horses and chariots passed by each other.

In the dead silence, there was only the cry of disintegration.

The outcome has been decided.

As the rain of blood splashed again, falling to the ground like tears, the speeding chariot came to an abrupt stop.

"What a pity, Huaishi."
To be continued...