Rebirth of the supernatural sword emperor

Jiang Nan felt his breath suffocate. He opened his eyes suddenly and tightened his grip on the Tang Dao. He swung it forward with the cyan sword energy. Stab... The friction between the Tang Dao and the air made people's eardrums tremble.

Somewhat painful.

"What...where is this?" Jiang Nan thought blankly as he looked at the foggy surroundings. A gust of wind blew, and Jiang Nan felt a little cold. This kind of cold was not the usual biting cold wind, but a direct blow.

The human soul felt extremely cold. Jiang Nan tightened the tight-fitting attire. Fortunately, the material of this attire was not fabric but memory metal. It had good warmth retention properties.

There is thin white fog everywhere in this place, and the visibility is less than ten or twenty meters away. A little further away, it is dispersed in the fog and is faintly visible. There is a kind of indigo-colored soil under the feet. Jiang Nan squatted down and pinched a little soil. It was cold.

Humid. It makes people feel very uncomfortable.

Walking from the secret passage in the lake to here is like moving from one world to another, right! It's another world. This kind of horror in your soul is definitely not something you can have in ordinary places. This kind of feeling is definitely not something you can have in ordinary places.

It feels like facing death, just like how I felt when I died five years ago.

"Ahem...the soul is back!...Ahem...ahem..." a vague voice came over.

"Who is this voice? The soul leader!! And the coughing sound in the secret passage!!" Jiang Nan ran quickly in the direction of the sound. For some reason, he always felt that there was a great connection with him in his heart!

In the mist, Jiang Nan quickly ran in the direction of the sound, determined to find out the voice and the face that looked very similar to his own.

I don’t know how long I ran, but Jiang Nan only felt a warmth on my body, and the sun stung my eyes a little. He raised his hand to block his eyes and squinted to look into the distance. There were two mountains in the distance. It was just when the sun was setting in the west that a red circle appeared.

The sun was slowly setting over the mountain.

The endless white flowers were divided into two sides by a path. Jiangnan felt empty in his heart, as if something was missing. There was a voice in his heart that kept warning him. It seemed that once he stepped on this road, he could never look back.

Jiang Nan stood at the intersection for a long time, struggling in his heart. Finally, Jiang Nan put away the Tang sword and took out the folding fan. "If it is a fatal situation, then finish it in the most gorgeous way!" Jiang Nan opened the folding fan, absolutely

An indifferent smile appeared on her beautiful face, and her gorgeous clothes were billowing in the wind, fluttering like a fairy.

Facing the setting sun in the west, Jiang Nan walked step by step on the path, with the white flowers on both sides blooming and withering quietly. There was only one person, one voice, and one living thing in Jiang Nan, lonely and helpless.

Jiang Nan couldn't help but think of everything after his rebirth. All the pictures appeared in his mind, but after they appeared, he couldn't remember them anymore. Slowly, his mind couldn't remember anything.

As if a thousand years have passed, or as if only a moment has passed, Jiang Nan seems to have forgotten his own name. He wants to cry, as if he has forgotten what tears are. His heart is as empty as a piece of crystal, and everything has disappeared.

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As if the most important thing in his heart had been taken away, Jiang Nan looked ahead indifferently, walking mechanically towards the two mountains step by step. The surrounding scenery had not changed since he started.

Finally, Jiangnan came to a river where he couldn't see the other side and stopped. He just stood there and waited. He seemed to be waiting for something, but he didn't know it. He didn't know how many years had passed and he had forgotten how to speak and how to think.

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I don’t know how long it took, but a small boat appeared in the river. A man with a coir raincoat and a paddle slowly sailed towards Jiangnan. It stopped next to Jiangnan. Jiangnan strolled onto the boat, squatting on the corner of the boat and holding a folding fan in one hand.

Holding tightly to the side of the boat with one hand, it was like grasping a life-saving straw, everything seemed so natural.

The person carrying the coir rain hat was an old man with white hair. The old man glanced indifferently at Jiangnan squatting at the corner of the boat. He looked at the folding fan in Jiangnan's hand and asked with some surprise: "What is that in your hand?"

Jiang Nan looked at the folding fan in his hand, raised his head blankly and shook it. But his hand held the folding fan tighter.