Resurrection: The Female Netizen Is Actually The Top God Of War?

Hearing this sudden voice, Xin Yuan thought he had heard it wrong, and couldn't help but froze.

But before he could react, the black sword was already on his neck.

The body leaned back on an iron bridge, and forcibly dodged the sword, but two blood lines burst out from behind.

Although there was only one sword, the overwhelming sword energy enveloped it from all directions.

Xin Yuan ignored the pain on his body, and tentatively asked:

"Your name is Liang Yun? Did you just talk to me? What do you mean?"

Hearing this, the man in black on the opposite side didn't show any expression, his eyes were as black as ink, no expression could be seen, but the sharp sword light in his hand continued to envelope Xin Yuan's body.

However, that voice rang in Xin Yuan's heart again.

【Liang Yun: You...can you hear me? ! 】

Xin Yuan continued to thicken the ice shelf defense on his body, resisting the terrifying sword intent around him, and was amazed for a while.

This is the first time that the voice of all things can actually hear the inner voice of a person.

Looking at the person in front of him, does he seem to be under control or something?

Under the terrifying sword light of the opponent, Xin Yuan kept backing and dodging.

Looking at the wounds that kept appearing on his body, Niu Jingyu felt a little unbearable, and frowned in the distance:

"Boy, can you do it, I have to chase someone now."

"Don't die soon."

"Take care of your injuries, can you still catch up? If not, forget it." Xin Yuan replied loudly.

Here, the two are no longer like teachers and students, but like comrades in arms fighting side by side.

Niu Jingyu stood up and looked at Xin Yuan from a distance.

The abdominal muscles tensed suddenly, and the granite-like muscles forcibly closed his wound, preventing blood from flowing out.

Afterwards, the whole person rushed out of the factory building as if nothing happened.

In the dusty factory building, only Xin Yuan and Liang Yun were left.

"I can hear, are you under control in this state?" Xin Yuan held the short stick in his hand and asked while resisting.

The other party who heard Xin Yuan's voice again became obviously agitated.

[Liang Yun: I did not betray! I, Liang Yun, did not betray mankind! 】

【Liang Yun: I don't...I don't...】

Later, even the voice from the Voice of All Things became blurred and chaotic.

How violent Fang's mood swings are.

"What can I do to help you? Wait for that black-faced man to come back later, and we will hold you down and take you back to see if you can get out of control?"

While enduring the sword light on his body, Xin Yuan spoke with difficulty.

He is not worried that he will hurt the opponent, but that he really can't beat him.

Xin Yuan had never seen such a terrifying sword before.

He has fought many people with swords, including the servant of God, and the senior who was in school.

But if compared with the person in front of him, those people before are like babies standing in front of a fighting champion.

His sword really has the feeling of a master of a hundred soldiers, and the attack like a storm is completely breathless.

So he guessed that this should be a human predecessor who was controlled by a servant of God for some reason.

However, after he finished speaking, the other party did not respond for a long time.

Just when he wondered if there was something wrong with the Voice of All Things, suddenly, an unusually strong emotion surged over.

That emotion was like a tsunami, instantly surrounding Xin Yuan, with hatred, sadness, and pain, but in the end, it was deep despair.

This feeling instantly made Xin Yuan couldn't help but open his mouth, gasping for breath, like a drowning person longing for oxygen.

【Liang Yun:...No, don't save me, I shouldn't be alive. 】

[Liang Yun: Please, kill me, definitely kill me! 】

[Liang Yun: My hands are stained with too many people's blood. 】

[Liang Yun: I originally thought that my magic sound sword would protect this world and the people around me...]

[Liang Yun: But in the end, I personally killed my wife and children, my comrades-in-arms, and those companions who got along day and night. 】

【Liang Yun: Ahhhhhh! 】

In the end, Liang Yun roared helplessly as if his inner spirit had collapsed.

However, his appearance showed nothing, like a calm killer, cold and numb.

Xin Yuan was thrown into disarray by that terrifying emotion, at the same time, he was still accepting the memory fragments belonging to Liang Yun.

At the age of twenty-seven, he transformed into the fifth realm. Liang Yun is considered to have the strongest sword in the world. A young man with a sword alone can win the world.

One person with one sword, in more than ten years, the magic sound sword can be said to kill the servants of the gods who are terrified.

"I don't think there is a god in this world

, because if there is, then why am I not a sword god? "

This is what Liang Yun said when he entered the sixth realm at the age of thirty-eight.

However, the warmer it is, the easier it is to be attacked by the cold.

An accident caused him to be captured by a mad god and become a living dead.

Since then, the blade of the Magic Sound Sword has been directed at humans.

Heroes have since become devils. Liang Yun, who should have been famous in history, was also deleted from history because of his "great temperament change".

After so many years and such severe torture, his realm has already plummeted and is no longer what it used to be.

Fortunately, otherwise, Xin Yuan would probably be a corpse now.

Xin Yuan felt everything that the person in front of him had experienced, and suddenly couldn't help feeling a burst of sadness, followed by soaring anger.

In other words, he used to be sober but unable to control his body...

With your own hands, did you kill your own wife and children, did you kill your own brother...

Xin Yuan could immediately understand where the overwhelming despair came from.

If it was his own words... he dare not think about it!

Presumably at that time, he must have prayed countless times, hoping that the enemy would grant him a death...

Looking up, he was surprised to find that Liang Yun's state had changed.

From the pitch-black eyes, black and red blood began to flow out slowly.

It was his blood and tears.

Afterwards, as keen as Xin Yuan, he immediately felt that there was a trace of confusion in the opponent's impenetrable sword move.

In an instant, with a dodge, Xin Yuan approached Liang Yun with countless sword qi.

With a palm of his right hand, it landed on the opponent's chest.

"Ice storm!"

Amidst the tragic roar, a puff of black smoke came out of Liang Yun's body, accompanied by a foul smell.

[Liang Yun: Well done! come on...】

【Liang Yun: Come on, go on, let me go...】

【Liang Yun: It's a pity that I am the number one sword in the world. From now on, I can no longer protect this world...】

Listening to the whispers in his mind, Xin Yuan suddenly had a thought.

He stretched out his hand and grabbed Liangyu's shoulder suddenly, and the hand of re-engraving was activated!

"Probability, help me!"

"It's because you made me fail to copy it for so many days!"

"Let me keep his ability!"

Meditating frantically in his heart, this is the first time that Xin Yuan is so eager to obtain an ability.