The Godsfall Chronicles

In the beginning, the old alcoholic was too seriously injured. Although fortunately he had recovered a life, his cells were extremely depressed and fragile, and the power he had worked so hard to cultivate was almost exhausted. When he wandered the wilderness several years later, he eventually improved unexpectedly in the valley.

The shepherd's potion is indeed very effective.

Yamazaki found such a priceless magic potion to rejuvenate the old drunk's dead body in the second spring. However, the roots of the old drunk have long been destroyed. Even if he can rejuvenate the second spring, he will only grow a few green sprouts on the dead tree. It is not possible to grow back into a large tree in the heavens. If he is settled in the status quo, he will be able to live for more than a decade with the recovery effect of the medicine.

He can also choose to forcibly grow, overspend his life ahead of time in exchange for a brief glory.

Power and longevity are two choices, the old drunk chooses the former.

Old drunkards struggle to break through their overdraft potential, allowing their weakened bodies to regain strength once and for all, a process that pays a huge price and may eventually have to be exchanged for a very brief glory.

Now the old drunk has recovered almost.

He knows his physical condition very well.

Up to a year left.

This year, his body will fail, his legs will fail, his hands will not raise, he will eventually paralyze, he will die in bed, but he will not wait for the last step. Old drunkards have no love or attachment, but there is always a knot to break, so go finish the battle when you can still move.

Now the old drunk's hands are sweating.

His sword-shaking hands trembled voluntarily.

He found that even if there was so much in the past, even if the experience had risen and fallen, even if he had seen through the enlightenment, he could not face the person in front of him calmly. The experience was like a demon of the heart. It was rooted in the depths of the soul, and instead of disappearing for many years, the root system had grown more profound.

Even if the starlight doesn't show up.

Old drunkards will go for it.

All he had left to be proud of was that he couldn't retreat.

A true warrior won't lose his courage to draw a sword.

He had to fight with the stars, not to avenge his apprentice Qingxuan, not to wash the shame of the past. This battle was ultimately facing himself, at a time when he had to challenge himself.

A cloud hawk understands the sentiment of an old drunk.

But even so, the cloud eagle will not escape. On the one hand, the cloud eagle does not think it can escape. The radius of attack of the starlight is far beyond the ordinary people's imagination. He cannot escape this range in a short time. On the other hand, there is no reason for the cloud eagle to let himself escape and die. Especially this man is an old alcoholic.

The old drunk frowned: “Aren't you leaving? ”

“If I don't go, I don't have to help.” The cloudhawk raises a giant sword with a broken hand: “At the very least, I want to be a witness. ”

Xieyun staring at the old drunk revealed a few appreciations, making his corner wrinkle look even deeper, “You would have been a better warrior than the North Chentian. It's a shame to be born once in a while. ”

The old drunk laughed haha, his whole body snapped, let him thin little rickety body, suddenly became strong and tall, even his eyes restored the sharpness of the past, holding the cane with his hands, let people lean on this full of wind cream body, see the world of Sky Cloud Wusheng.

“Cut the crap! Let's do it! ”

“I respect you for letting you have three swords. ”

Take advantage of the starlight to make a move, please.

It's actually more like an insult, okay? This level of masterful battle is thousands of miles apart. Half the error may determine who wins and who loses. It is a sign that the starlight is strong and confident, not to mention the performance of the old alcoholic in the eyes.

“Ha ha, there aren't many people in the world who can make a star master give swords away.” Old drunkards don't get angry, they're happy to accept: “I'll be fine. ”

The old drunk threw away the broken gourd.

Brush it.

The sword sheathed out.

When a shining thin blade of glow is pulled out inches from the iron wand, it creates a strange illusion, as if it were released into the sun by a round of east ascent, giving people a sense of vibrant qi and energy.

The sun rises and falls.

It will rise again when it falls.

Life is like the sun, there is the East Rise, there is the West, through the long night, the cold, the loneliness, the sun is bright and beautiful. Every time the darkness comes, it is for a new glory, falling from the glow into the darkness, looking up at the light in the darkness, rising and falling, so unhappy. Isn't this the life of the old drunk these past few years?

First sword.

The semi-arcled sword came out.

The whole space is shaken and distorted.

Shame on the clouds and starlight, let the hegemonic sword light change direction, like cut tofu, not far away on a short mountain, almost flatten the whole mountain.

Cloudhawk stares: “Strong attack! ”

When this sword was directly chasing Red, it was capable of hurting Red One's powerful attack. For the Master of Star Light, it was like the dust that could be swept away at will.

The Eagle doesn't even know what the Master Starlight is using.

His spiritual strength kept mortals out of sight.

“Your sword is not as good as it used to be. ”

The Master of Starlight said so. The old drunk was unaffected. There was almost no pause. With his hands up at dawn, the second sword was about to strike.

This sword is filled with the glorious and decadent life of an old alcoholic, who has been through the warmth and the world, the suffering and the confusion and despair, and is now fully enlightened.

I wanted to be a person like North Chentian.

I wanted to go beyond the achievements of Beichen Heaven.

Now it seems silly, I am me, unique, why must it be Beichentian, why must it be beyond Beichentian? I just need to be the best I can be!

It's too late to understand.

Total restitution is not the latest.

The old drunk seemed to relive the glow of Tianyun Wusheng, but compared to the peak period, he had become completely different, which truly transcended the difficult and difficult aftermath of the great enlightenment, and he was more mature and firm than he was then.

The cloud eagle raised its head to stunner.

The thick clouds of the sky, like invisible oppression, began to break apart from the middle, eventually forming a tremendous gulf.

Almost simultaneously.

Sword Feng points in the direction.

The whole ground began to collapse.

The old drunk seemed to be able to cut the heavens and the earth together. It was like millions of dragons lasered out along the edge of a sword. All the claws of a tooth dancer flew to Xiyunxingliang, obviously much more powerful than just now.

The cloudhawk asks himself if he wants to change to a position that spares the starlight.

He could never have stopped the sword.

Not even the ability to hide.

The cloud eagle has no confidence to resist, and the younger generations of Sky Cloud City are not expected to resist, even the silver moon with two epic artifacts, because this sword has transcended the realm of mortals, which is enough to kill the gods!

He agreed enough to kill a great hunter!

Aren't starlight a great hunter?

Around the starlight rose tens of thousands of lights, wildly interwoven, eventually forming a huge lightning network, and the swordlight struck hard on the lightning.

Boom!

The cloud hawk's head was like a hammer, he couldn't hear a sound at all, the whole world seemed to lose its vivid and color, so that it lasted for four or five seconds, and finally shook its head hard, like smashing a mirror, all the sounds and colors came back.

The surrounding earth was shattered, like an earthquake, and several surrounding mountains were struck by landslides.

What a terrible sword?!

The starlight is still standing in place.

His robe was blown hunting, but that was it, as if it had been brisk by a strong wind, and when the wind had passed, he had not even lost his hair.

“This sword is at that level. ”

Once again, the star master gave his assessment, and the old drunk still ignored it, because he had immersed himself in the awareness that the old drunk had seen the battle as the last battle of his life, and he had also seen the next sword as the last sword in his life.

What about the last sword?

Of course it has to be amazing!

The old drunk thought was completely empty, eventually discovering that the prosperity had faded and the years had run out, that everything was always over the clouds of smoke, and ultimately could be kept in mind, or a beautiful smiley face without any modification.

That smiley face is his paradise.

Heaven you will never have again in your life.

The third sword strikes, reverting to the truth, plain and vain.

The old drunk pulled out of the ground and the sword light turned into a thin line. The whole sky bottom image was separated by a thin line. Although simple, it cut open the thunder net defense directly and eventually printed a ray of light in the starlight.

The first time Starlight took it seriously, he reached up and grabbed it.

The old drinker passed very quickly, eventually causing a crack, a plain grey cloth floating high, one turning into two pieces, two into four pieces, four into eight pieces... eventually completely dusty.

The starlight right arm sleeve was ripped off.

That's the only result of the old drunk.

Is that all?

Cloud eagles have long known that the starlight is strong. Even if the dust and luxury of the other two great hunters are added together, they may not necessarily be rivals of the starlight, but what never occurred to them is that the starlight can be strong to this point.

With the determination to die and the belief that life was the last sword, the old alcoholic learned to blend into the sword and combine his weak spiritual strength to create an almost impeccable attack, which ended up destroying only one sleeve of starlight.

“This sword you have exceeded your peak! ”

The starlight looked at his torn sleeve and his eyes showed admiration.

A man who can stand at the bottom of a falling valley is not easy, a man who can stand at the bottom of a falling valley and rise again in the east mountain is amazing, a man who stands at the bottom of a falling valley and then surpasses the peak, such a man is a true strong man!

Old drunkards have undoubtedly surpassed that year.

Such an adversary is worthy of respect.

“Three swords have passed.” It's my turn to take advantage of the lightning in the palm of the stars and not concentrate it in my hand, and eventually be held in my hand as if it were a four-foot solid weapon. "”

“World Thunder Blade?” The old drunk saw the thunder blade in the starlight that looked invisible but could be held in his hand, and he grinned and smiled: “I have no regrets about seeing the true power of the starlight master. People have been up and down all their lives. It's fucking painful, hahahahaha! ”

Raise the thunder in your hand with the starlight.

It is as if the gods raised the light of judgment.

No one can resist the attack.

The old drunk picked up the Dawn Guardian and withstood the moment, the sword was destroyed directly, and the lightning hit his body directly, leaving little room for it.

Six years ago, a trick failed.

Six years later, it still didn't stop me.

The most powerful attack artifact in Sky Cloud City, the extinct thunder sword is more powerful than the dust-free Holy Light of the Yunyin Moon. He was the first exclusive artifact of the six main gods. Now, none of the artifacts in Sky Cloud City can withstand such an attack. An old drunk almost certainly dies when struck by this weapon.