Xingtie: After my death, Liuying will understand love

Inside the Qiongguan formation.

A tear fell from the corner of Fu Xuan's eyes.

Just like that day before, her choice made Jingtian a victim, and now.

It was her turn to make a choice again.

There was only one path to fate, and there was only one answer to the choice.

No one would choose a failed future, but what if the answer was only failure?

Fate once again ruthlessly unfolded before Fu Xuan's eyes, and the scene seen by the Dharma Eye was only deep despair.

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Shen Ce Mansion.

Qing Que jumped down from the eaves and showed the Taibu Yu Zhao to Yunqi outside the door, "I have something important to see the general! Please lead the way."

Yunqi naturally recognized Qing Que. As a sword genius who has recently become famous in Luofu, he could only find this person at the card table to challenge him.

Fu Xuan's Yu Zhao was also very useful. Qing Que was directly released and trotted into the Shen Ce Mansion. Jing Yuan obviously had not fallen asleep, as if he had expected this moment to come.

"General! Lord Fu Xuan asked me to look for the signal from Yuque."

"The scheduled contact has not been sent for more than 14 systems. The only signal transmitted from Yuque is a commercial star ship, but we only heard a scream and lost the information."

Jing Yuan took out the contact information and said in a deep voice: "The beacon fire has not been lit, it may be a premeditated attack."

The signal sent by Luofu has not been responded to, which also proves that Yuque has indeed encountered an urgent crisis.

"Send a request for help to the other immortal boats and send reinforcements!"

Jing Yuan's eyes flashed with some contemplation, is that so... This is the fate you mentioned, and you have long known that this moment will come.

No wonder Fu Qing seemed a little uneasy when she returned to Luofu a few days ago. As a fortune teller, she must have felt it a long time ago, but An Ming's comfort temporarily stabilized her mind.

Now it seems that it is clear that An Ming did not want Fu Xuan to be involved, so he asked her to return to the safe Luofu in advance.

Jing Yuan sighed, why bother?

Do you really have to face that cruel fate alone?

He understands An Ming, but he also feels sorry for him. From now on, the Immortal Boat will lose another worthy sword master.

The beacon fire was lit in Luofu, and the battleships were ready at the first time, and the cloud riders shouted "The Immortal Boat soars, the cloud riders always win" and rushed to the battlefield of Yuque.

There is no reason, because they are cloud riders.

Protecting the Immortal Boat is a thought engraved in the soul.

Fu Xuan boarded the battleship to Yuque, holding the Wuming Sword tightly in his hand, and his hands couldn't stop shaking.

She was afraid.

Afraid to face the future that she already knew.

"I heard that General Yaoguang has not returned to Yuque yet, so there is no one who can stand alone in Yuque?"

"You haven't joined Yunqi for a few years, so you don't even know that person?"

"Who is...?"

"Yuque's nameless sword master——"

"An Ming," Fu Xuan heard the discussion of Yunqi beside him and whispered, "His name is An Ming, and he is the hero of Xianzhou."

He is her hero.

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15 system hours ago.

The green climbed up the branches, blooming abundant flowers, and the vines full of vitality spread silently around the Dharma Realm, wandering towards the street like a poisonous snake spitting out its tongue.

The strange white fog spread throughout Yuque at some point, and all communication equipment lost signal wherever it passed, and Yuque instantly turned into an unknown island.

Internal messages could not be transmitted, and external messages could not be received. Moreover, this white fog had no signs, and it came suddenly. When someone found it, everything was too late.

In the entire Yuque, there is only one person who can discover this in advance.

The white fog is everywhere, just like the fate that has always been there, without reason and full of despair.

The light of the ten-direction light reflecting the Dharma Realm is completely dim, and fate seems to be mercilessly mocking all living beings.

All efforts are meaningless, aren't they?

The fleet coming from the sky is like the one in Fanghu, covering the sky and the sun. This is a surprise attack that has been planned for a long time, and it is for this moment that Yaoguang is lured to destroy it at the cost of an entire large stronghold.

Once Yaoguang is gone, Yuque will no longer have a person who can change the situation.

Victory will belong to Fengraomin!

The fleet revealed its hard outer wall from the diffuse white fog. At this moment, all of Yuque's anti-aircraft measures have lost their effect, and the cloud riders on the ground cannot even capture the exact location of the fleet.

Once Yuque's battleships fly into the sky, they will either lose their direction or be shot down by attacks from nowhere in the white fog.

"Kill!"

"Take down Yuque!"

"Take back our land!"

The last dusk fell, drowning in the hopeless white mist, and even this last light gradually dissipated.

The night is coming.

The iron symbol of the Fengcuomin armySpears penetrated the white fog, and heavy footsteps were mixed among the torches. Facing the surprise attack from the sky, the Cloud Riders had no choice but to rush to meet the enemy in the streets.

In the fog, the Cloud Riders could only see the weapons of their comrades beside them, and heard the wailing coming from nowhere and the pierced flesh.

In an inconspicuous courtyard, peach blossoms fell again.

The old hand reached out to take the petals, and the tied long hair was as white as snow.

On the stone table, the sword as dark as night was quietly placed under the moonlight, reflecting no brilliance.

"Old friend."

The old hand grasped the hilt of the sword, and a familiar voice came, echoing in the ears.

That was the voice of the sword heart.

The peach blossoms still fell, but there was no one in the courtyard.

Night came quietly under the cover of thick fog, and the street lights on the street could only emit a faint halo, and could not even play the role of lighting.

The strange vines spread wildly in the streets like poisonous snakes. The sound of weapons being exchanged kept coming from the white fog with visibility less than half a meter. The Cloud Riders could only cooperate through sound.

But the opponent seemed to be able to ignore the influence of the thick fog. They were as free as fish in the sea, and could always disappear with the help of the white fog and attack again.

It was difficult to organize an effective resistance without a leader, but how could they retreat? Behind them were the lights of thousands of houses, and they had no way to retreat.

Since they became Cloud Riders, they were——

We Cloud Riders, like clouds blocking the sky, guarding the immortal boat!

That was the oath made at the beginning, and it would also become an oath to be kept with life.

No one retreated.

Hold the weapon tightly, even if there is no hope.

"——!"

That was the sound of something cutting through the air, and in an instant, the fog dissipated.

The sword had not even been unsheathed. Just the moment the hilt was held, a sharp wave of air swept up. From a high place, it was an invisible ring that suddenly spread outward and blasted the fog away.

"I want to be the strongest cloud rider!"

"Even if no one recognizes your identity?"

"You want to do this even if you have only a hundred years of life left?"

Yes, as always -

Draw the sword!

It was like a ray of light.

He stood there, the light of the Jade Palace.