Break through the steam game library

The existence of the world is no different from my existence.

My heart is everything about me.

The heart can replace me, it can replace the universe.

Let matter and energy become my sword, and let time and space become my sword.

What if glaciers are just three parts of the world?

The sword outside the gods-the universe in the heart.

The ink cloud dissolves in the raging sword aura, and this sword bloom spreads, and the glacial vegetation and air dust along the way are restrained and tampered with by Tyrant's sword intent.

This is the true sword of all things!

The foreigner Jiuhan opened his eyes wide, his eyes were blue and purple, reflecting the light of transcendence.

"What a beautiful sword... I can be safe..."

That sword qi was like a dragon, rushing into the glacier of thousands of miles. In an instant, this came from the northwest, covering the boundless ice masses of the Western Regions, Shanxi, Gyeonggi, Liaodong, Shandong and most of Jingbei, and the smoke disappeared.

An ice dragon flew into the sky and disappeared.

Mo Yun lay on the ground.

The body was seriously injured, the meridians were broken, and he couldn't move.

He felt a gentle cold wind blowing on his face, and the tender hairs on his face swayed slightly.

The wind comes from the left.

The swordsman turned his head to look.

The foreign person Jiuhan, with Xiaoxue flying by his side, stood in front of Jiuhan as white as ice and snow, indifferent and arrogant as ice and snow.

She took Jiuhan's hand.

The light of this noon wandered enthusiastically, illuminating Xue Nu's skin translucently, and coating Jiuhan's withered face with a golden halo.

Two cruel and depressed weird people, they are at each other, showing the softest smile in this life and the next, they hold each other, strolling and disappearing at the end of the wind and snow.

Mo Yun looked at a sword hilt falling on the ground, struggling for a while, stood up slightly, and threw himself to the ground. The ground was so hard that he squeezed a large mouthful of blood against his chest.

"I'm sorry, kid, I've used up your body... Ha ha, I can't accompany you on the next road..."

The strongest swordsman in the world, Young Master Sword Mo Yun, smiled lightly and passed away. The last bit of spirit was used to repair his body. In this unseen battlefield of gods and demons, a hero ended.

In a blink of an eye, Wang Ping'an sat up blankly.

what happened?

Where am I?

In the long Taoist robe and wide sleeves, a few blades fell out and fell to the ground.

"The green dragon in the sleeve! Why is it broken?" The Taoist was distressed, and when he spoke, he immediately tasted the bloody smell of his mouth, "Hey hey! Why is there so much blood on the trail?"

"Is it?" A possibility flashed through my mind, "Did I be beaten by the Buddha?"

boom--!!!

"Happy! Come again!"

On the horizon, two giants were fighting each other, and the roar came from far away.

Wang Ping An was frightened by the loud noise, picked up the flying sword fragments indiscriminately, wiped the blood from his face, and started to escape from this dangerous place.

However, he only walked a few steps out, when he stepped on some hard object under his right foot, one slipped and his foot was not firm.

"Wow!" The Taoist priest fell down and rolled around with his ankle, "It hurts me too!"

He has suffered five fatigues and seven injuries in his body now, his internal qi is exhausted, and his skill is regressed. It is the weakest time. The fall is really not light, and he almost confessed his young life on the spot.

"Something tricked the Dao!" Wang Ping'an groped, and found a sword hilt in the grass.

It is exactly like a sword hilt-shaped object carved from ice.

There is also lettering-Da Xuan Ning.

"Huh? Is this the kind of hilt in the sword mound?"

At this time, the hilt trembles slightly, pointing to the distant battlefield.

The battle between Xuefeng and Sun Lichai was vigorous, and their bodies were getting bigger and bigger, and they had already broken through the clouds.

Between the gestures, the violent storm moved, and the clouds on that day were all disturbed, turning into white smoke between their fingers and ribbons between their waists and abdomen. The violent friction brought out electricity and crackled and roared.

"Ok... so awesome!"

Wang Daoshi just glanced at him, but he didn't dare to take a closer look. He stared attentively, and he was immediately stunned.

It is said that there were giants in ancient times, such as Fangfeng family, Longbo people, etc. The pure and beautiful power of these giants is so yearning. Wang Ping’an also loves to read books such as "Shan Hai Jing" and "Lie Zi" on weekdays. I also praised the giants, but now the two giants really appeared in front of him, and his guts were cracked.

"Run and run!!!" The Taoist priest was so scared that he just took the road and fled. He even forgot the pure land. After a panic, the squall line slowly moved over behind him, and the endless gust of wind rolled him up and flew directly. The tall one was thrown backwards and headed towards the giant battlefield!

"Mom! Sanqing ancestor! Luyuan Bodhisattva! Save the trail!"

The screams disappeared in the wind.

...

The world is made up of upper bounds.

But the upper edge also has a different state.

Its movement, marginal flow, can be regarded as another system.

Only the upper edge of the flow can burst into infinite existence.

And the world vanished by Fate and Flow will gradually become silent, and eventually return to nothingness-Fate.

The edge flow and the edge live, cyclically.

The upper edge is still the upper edge, but the universe will become a dead space during this cycle, constantly renewing-this process is very long.

The primordial spirit of the picture scroll universe maintains the flow of primordial flow through reincarnation, while the outer universe, although the flow of primordial flow is still there, has slowly slowed down. This state is no longer suitable for the existence of life in the active period of the universe.

If the upper edge of the picture scroll universe is like a turbulent river, then the upper edge of the universe is like a slowly moving glacier.