The Divine Martial Stars

Bi Yan looked at the hand holding the rust sword, and the body stood straight like a sword. Wang Yanyi stood at the door of the temple. I didn’t know what it was like in my heart. A string in the depths of my mind was moved and silenced for a moment. She turned back. Come back, said: "You will die like this."

Wang Yan looked at her with sarcasm.

Biyan said again: "If you die, there will be nothing."

The expression on Wang Yan’s face was more and more mocking.

Biyan still wants to speak again. Wang Yanyi interrupted directly and said: "You know that you have nothing to die."

Bi Yan said: "There is no meaning, why insist on doing it? Even if you are arrogant again, you can't stop the great emperor. Before the Great, all beings are ants. You know that there is no effect. If you are a car, if you die. No matter whether Li Mu can live or not, you will lose him forever."

Wang Yan smiled a little: "I have never had him before."

The words are stunned and said: "Then you still..."

Wang Yan once again said: "Don't I have ever owned him, can't I fight for him? Maybe this is the only way to let him remember me forever."

"you……"

Biyan said, 'You are too humble,' I almost blurted out, but when I reached the top, I looked at this calm, calm but firm face like a mountain, and suddenly felt that what I said was superfluous.

"Well, in this case, there is a secret about Li Mu, let me tell you before you die." Biyan slowly walked over.

Wang Yan’s rusted sword in his hand pointed out, and looked very sharply: "Sorry, I don't want to hear."

Biyan's footsteps froze.

"How? I want to be close to me, then suddenly I am stunned and I take it away? What can't you do, and I don't allow me to do it?" Wang Yan looked at the words with disdain and disdain: "You really, I don’t know him at all, and I don’t deserve him at all."

It’s like a powerlessness.

She looked at Wang Yanyi and didn't know what to say.

In the end, she sighed long and left without returning.

Going away, there is no slightest nostalgia.

Wang Yanyi’s eyes, as the body of the words disappeared, became colder and more intense.

The rusted sword was aimed at the Nether Emperor, and the blade was slightly shaken. The rust on it, emitting a faint red radiance, as if it were to be separated from the sword, a very strange change, a sword with no special sword , flow out on the rust sword.

"remarkably brave."

The Nether Emperor looked at the reluctant Wang Yanyi, and the past moments in his mind flashed past. The memories of a long time came to light, but they were quickly suppressed by the Tao.

His mind was moved, and the space in front of Wang Yanyi was blurred, and the ruinous void melted into the past.

Wang Yanyi slammed, and the rusted sword in his hand was strangled in front of him.

laugh!

The ambiguous space is like a piece of paper, and it is opened by this sword. The power of the void melts over the sides of him.

Without any hesitation, the swords of others merged, and the rotation leaped up and turned into a red man, and stabbed toward the Emperor of the Void.

Turn to the attack.

In the eyes of the Void Emperor, a glimpse of the color of surprise flashed.

The smell of the rusted sword is a bit odd.

The space barrier in front of him suddenly turned into a blade of the void, standing on the awning that was stabbed in the face.

The red man suddenly collapsed.

Wang Yanyi’s figure flew out and slammed into the stone pillar of the hall. The bones of the body were broken, and he was seriously injured. He leaned back against the stone pillar, and the station could not stand up. He was dressed in black. The blood was dyed reddish.

The blood spilled from the bottom of Wang Yan, depicting two shocking streams on the white rocky ground.

Hey!

The rusted sword floats above his head and vibrates at high frequencies.

The Nether Emperor did not rush into the temple, nor did he even take a look at Wang Yan. Instead, he looked at the rust sword with a very strange look, and seemed to be thinking about something.

Wang Yan raised his arm with difficulty and pinched out the sword, and the layer of white shimmer, exuded from his body, was continuously injected into the rust sword.

The blood flowing on the ground, like the weightlessness, floated up, wrapped in layers of rusted swords, and then quickly penetrated into the blade, the rust on the sword, suddenly Just out of the way, spinning around the blade, the original red-red swordsmanship, a stream of silver awns.

call out!

The rusted sword broke open the void, and it was slightly shocked. It was like a teleport, and it suddenly came to the eye of the Nether Emperor.

The Emperor of the Void raised his hand and gently pinched the tip of the rust sword.

A layer of emptiness lingers on the fingertips.

The rusted sword vibrates, but it is difficult to save it. In the end, it is actually the fingertips of the Nether Emperor, and it flies back to the top of Wang Yanyi.

The face of Wang Yanyi became blurred.

He supported the stone pillar and stood up in a difficult way. Every time he took a step, he had two blood footprints at his feet. He struggled to come to the door of the temple and supported himself with an incredible spirit. He used all the power and will of life. , still blocking the way of the empty Emperor.

"This sword, where did you come from?"

The empty Emperor spoke.

What he realized was no longer so disregarding for the younger generation.

Wang Yan did not speak, chewed his tongue, a blood arrow squirted out, was sprayed on the rust sword, the rust sword that was originally dimmed by the red and silver awns, suddenly burst into the glory of the glory, he reached out, Hold the rust sword in your hand.

At that moment, there were countless things that were drawn from the body of Wang Yanyi and injected into the rust sword.

"Even if you burn all of the source into this sword, you can't motivate it," said the Nether Emperor. "Go with your sword, I won't hold you guilty of collision."

Wang Yan looked up at the horrible enemy who could not fight this time, and his mouth was drawn with a slight curvature.

The tip of the rusted sword points to the Nether Emperor, and will make his choices clear and direct.

"The wrong choice." The Void Emperor moved forward.

Even though he felt a hint of jealousy in the rust sword, his status was respected, and all the ancestors were regarded as ants. Just a moment ago, it was already a long-term ruin. How could it give Wang Yan a second chance?

The emptiness of the void is sweeping past.

Wang Yan looked back at the door of the dark temple, still did not see the people he was waiting to come out.

"Sorry, I can't wait for you."

With a sigh in his heart, Wang Yan’s eyes turned into an unprecedented decisiveness and embarrassment.

The great emperor?

Listen to your destiny.

"Three generations of seven worlds, three souls and seven souls, the swordsmanship is astounding, the soul is superb..."

There is a wind between the heavens and the earth.

Wang Yanyi’s whispered voice echoed deep and deep, as if the ancient elf was singing under the moonlight tree, in the endless Qionglou Yuyu, flowing in the wind.

"With my blood, sacrifice as a sacrifice, my soul, sacrifice as a sword spirit, with my sorrow, sacrifice as a sword heart..."

In the wind, an ancient and vast force was born.

The wind is wrapped around a rust sword.

The vibration of the sword gradually disappeared.

Just watching Wang Yanyi's figure tremble slightly, there are ten faint blood, from his body, each is a figure of a beautiful woman, quickly integrated into the rust sword.

The rust on the sword disappeared at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"The spirit of the sword, the will of my teacher, up to the blue sky, down to Huangquan, turned into a guardian, open the way, kill the enemy!"

As the last four words fell, Wang Yan’s last red blood in his body dissipated.

The silver ray of the rusted sword is soaring, turning into a silver awn, and shooting it out.

call out!

The Void Emperor changed his face and raised his hand to display the secret technique. Only half of it was displayed. The rusted sword is like a piece of glass. It transforms his figure into thousands of pieces and floats in the void. .

"成成......成?"

Wang Yan’s hair was scattered, his hair was like a cloud, and his figure slowly fell to the sky.

Consciousness begins to blur.

Finally killed the Nether Emperor?

Finally guarded this door?

On his face, the most happy smile in life emerged.

Time became very slow, and when he leaned back, he even saw the stone pillars and palaces that slowly crossed in the line of sight, and saw the sky decorated with blue and white clouds...

Fall down.

Always backwards.

Until he thought he was about to fall on the ground, a powerful arm appeared and held him in his arms.

In the middle, he saw the familiar face.

Thick eyebrows, big eyes, heroic.

That is the face of Li Mu.

That is the face he dreamed of.

He saw that the expression on Li Mu’s face was full of sorrow, and then in Li Mu’s eyes, there was a strong heartache and remorse, and that kind of dawn was enough to melt his heart in an instant.

It turned out that he still cares about me.

......

Li Mu simply can't believe his eyes.

When he came out of the tomb of the emperor, he heard the low-pitched sing in the wind, the beautiful and rewarding melody, as if the elf who lost his lover was singing, when he rushed out, he saw the king. The back of Yan Yi, seeing his secret technique, urging the rust sword to crush the white man wearing the long hair outside the temple, and also seeing Wang Yan’s fall after the heavens, it suddenly spreads. Like a cloud of hair...

When Li Muchong came over and hugged Wang Yanyi's body, he saw that the face of Wang Yanyi changed.

The face of the handsome and delicate teenager turned into a pure and beautiful, and the face of the girl who appeared in Li Mu’s memories and dreams countless times.

Wang Shiyu's face.

This Li Mu thought that he had forgotten, but at this moment, even a slight frown, he slammed the face of Li Mu's heart.

Li Mu almost lost his ability to think, and the moment in his mind was like a flash of fire, and it became a blank.

He almost thought he had an illusion.

Wang Yanyi is Wang Shiyu?

They are...one person?

However, Li Mu remembers very clearly that he had specifically paid attention to it before. Wang Yan had a throat and a beard, and whether it was a body size or not, but now... seems to be... changed back?

So Wang Yan is actually the embodiment of Wang Shiyu?

Wang Yanyi.

Wang Shiyu.

Li Mu flashed these six words in his mind and suddenly understood.

The last name has not changed.

The latter two words, saying one, this is a part of each of the two words of Shi Yu. So in fact, from the beginning, Wang Yanyi’s name is telling others that her true identity is Wang Shiyu.