Me, sword fairy!

The ancient monarch squinted his eyes and looked at the half-dawn dawn.

He could feel that his vitality was constantly passing by, his body was aging constantly, and the few remaining internal energy were simply unable to stop it.

[I... the deadline is approaching.

The ancient monarch closed his eyes.

Six years ago, the unstoppable move of Heavenly Dao Great Emperor seemed to be in sight.

There is no way, because I failed and failed to enter the immortal realm, leaving the root of the disease.

"Actually... I succeeded." The ancient country monarch sighed.

Back then... he was successful, but for some reason, he chose to give up.

He sighed, raised his head and looked into the distance, his eyes seemed to travel thousands of miles, to the outside of Zangfeng City, to the Hengjian and the young man in front of him standing before the thirty thousand sword immortals.

That was Chu Yi, Chu Wushuang.

Now he is the Wushuang Sword Emperor, with the Liangyi Sword in his hand as intact.

"give it to you……"

"give it to you……"

The monarch of the ancient country murmured like a dream, and wanted to close his eyes.

If he closes, I'm afraid he will really never wake up again.

But an incredible will supported him and didn't let him close his eyes.

The ancient monarch had already stepped into the ghost gate with one foot, but his will forcefully dragged his body to prevent him from dying.

[Die?

[That's it... silently... die?

In a trance, returning to youth, with a sword in the world, the world is invincible.

"I... don't want to die here."

Outside the city of Cangfeng, the overwhelming world destroyers pressed over.

Chu Yi held the Liangyi Sword and his expression was extremely calm.

He seemed to feel the gaze of the ancient kingdom monarch, raised his head and nodded to the sky.

"Leave it to me."

He seemed to be talking to himself, and he seemed to be talking to others.

He held the Liangyi sword horizontally.

"In the name of the ancient sword soul."

He paused.

"In the name of Chu Wushuang."

Chu Yi actually didn't like others calling him Chu Wushuang, because he thought it was the "perfect" Chu Wushuang in the eyes of ancient warriors, but in fact he was just Chu Yi, and not as powerful as they thought.

But now... he must be as strong as'Chu Wushuang'.

Even if you can't do it, you must force it.

He had to force it.

In the first twenty-seven years of his life, he wanted to change from Chu Wushuang to Chu Yi. After more than 20 years, he finally succeeded, but today, he has to change from Chu Yi to Chu Wushuang again.

He has nowhere to go, but forward.

The World Destroyer is approaching.

Chu Wushuang still didn't do anything to boost morale.

He still held the sword quietly, without any reaction.

Without a hint of —————— Chu Wushuang's figure passed by like a shooting star, and when everyone did not respond, he had already crashed into the huge torrent of World Destroyer.

Just so straight into it, the ancient sword immortals failed to react, nor did the world destroyers.

Then, the brilliant sword light passed.

"Twenty years of talking, laughing and killing people——————" Chu Wushuang's calm voice seemed to hide endless anger, this anger seemed to burn the world and destroy everything, "There is nothing under the long sword! Injustice! Soul!"

This is the unique knowledge of the ancient monarchs, but now there is only one Chu Wushuang who can use this trick.

Hundreds of World Destroyer were cut off and fell powerlessly from mid-air.

In this world where the sun is blocked by the World Destroyer, Chu Wushuang's sword light is the only light in the dark world.

Until this time, Chu Wushuang's calm, not trembling voice just sounded.

"kill----------"

His voice spread far, far away.

Thirty thousand swords were all unsheathed.

Swipe it!!

The long sword is out of its sheath, and the white body of the sword shines!

As Chu Wushuang's sword light gradually dimmed, countless sword lights began to flicker.

It's like a sacred fire passed down from generation to generation. Some fires are going to be extinguished, but there will always be new fires.

"kill!!!"

Thirty thousand sword immortals sacrificed their lives to kill the enemy.

Perhaps... also a surrender.

They don't have the protection of the Central Plains, they only have swords... and a body of flesh and blood.

Thirty thousand sword immortals... began to charge.

They will charge until the war is over...or die.