Doomsday Rise

Sun Lingzhi, Yang Yuer, Huang Yueyue and others all advised Liu Wei'an not to go and to think twice before acting. "Ping An Army" advocated going. The owner of the bamboo sword caused too much harm to "Ping An Army".

A few people headed by Zeng Huaicai expressed their opposition, they would not fight uncertain battles, Liu Weian's progress speed would surpass the master of the bamboo sword in less than 10 years, at that time it was very safe to make a move, but it would be too risky to make a move now. Not only should he not make a move, but he should worry about the sudden attack by the owner of the bamboo sword.

Bai Ling talked to Liu Weian alone. She didn't want Liu Weian to go, but she knew that since Liu Weian had this idea, she had to go, otherwise she would become a demon. Her opinion was to make full preparations and put on all the masters of "Ping An Army".

When "Ping An Army" was still discussing how many people would go and who would go, Liu Wei'an had disappeared.

The drinking river, of course, is now out of water.

Liu Wei'an walked along the river bank from the lower reaches to the upper reaches. The air here is fresh, without a trace of rancid smell. The soil is the original color of Mars, without the color of blood, with green embellishments.

"I can't understand your thoughts, I just want to live." Liu Wei'an said.

"But you chose a dead end." Zhu Jian said.

"The roads I have traveled are all ways to survive." Liu Wei'an said.

"Then, you will stop here!" Zhu Jian said.

"Before, I took advantage of you when you were holding your sword in the air. Now that we are face to face, I want to know whether your sword can kill me." Liu Wei'an said.

"You have to think clearly, once you try it, you will have no chance of regretting it." Zhu Jian said.

"Don't you really want to kill me?" Liu Wei'an was surprised.

"I don't want to kill you, someone wants to kill you." Zhu Jian said.

"What's the difference?" Liu Wei'an asked.

"Killing people also depends on the timing." Zhu Jian said.

"Then I'm here right?" Liu Wei'an said.

"Water has no normal state!" Zhu Jian said.

"The drinking water river is out of water." Liu Wei'an said.

"Do you trust your eyes or your heart?" Zhu Jian asked.

"My eyes and my heart are together." Liu Wei'an said.

"Why deceive yourself and others?" Zhu Jian said.

Liu Wei'an closed his eyes, and suddenly the sound of turbulent water flowed from the drinking river, as if the river was full due to the swell of the rainstorm.

"I haven't drawn my sword yet!" Zhu Jian said.

"Do you still dare to draw your sword?" Liu Wei'an asked.

"In this world, is there anything that prevents me from drawing my sword?" The words of the owner of the bamboo sword were full of arrogance.

"Please teach me!" Liu Wei'an opened his eyes, and shot out two bright lights. In an instant, the fog cleared, and the bamboo sword flew from the bottom of the river, stabbing lightly.

"You shouldn't have drawn the sword!" Liu Wei'an laughed, stepped forward, and punched the bamboo sword.

"Soul suppression!"

The ancient and mysterious power overflowed, the world stagnated, and weird things happened, everything was still, including the air, but the bamboo sword was moving, very slowly, forming a sharp contrast between stillness and movement. Also moving was Liu Weian's fist.

Hum——

The fist collided with the tip of the sword, and time seemed to stand still at this moment. In the next moment, the void collapsed, and ripples rippled round and round. Wherever it passed, everything was wiped out. The black mist around Liu Weian dissipated, revealing his body.