Xingtie: After my death, Liuying will understand love.

Chapter 539 "I'm going to see her"

Shen Ce Mansion.

"Little bird, you just go first," An Ming pinched the palm of Robin's hand, indicating that she didn't need to worry.

The robin pursed its lips and looked at the figure standing by the window with its emerald green eyes. It was like a riverbank flooded by spring rain, which made people feel relaxed and happy just by looking at it.

The man's long black hair was tied up into flowing clouds, and his plain silk long sleeves were decorated with classical circular patterns, as if he had turned the thousand-year-old moonlight on the fairy boat into flowing mist.

She was clearly standing there, but with her eyes closed she was completely unable to sense anything, as if she had merged into one with the spring rain.

The robin had never seen this person before, but he naturally knew the identity of the person in front of him.

There is only one person in Xianzhou who can do this.

Rumor has it that the marshal is the closest messenger to the Star God, and is also known as the number one person under the Star God. He is proficient in swordsmanship, divination, music, chess, calligraphy and painting.

"Ah."

Robin did not waste her time, as Fu Xuan needed her help more.

No matter when, she would trust An Ming's judgment.

So the robin did not hesitate, gently let go of An Ming's hand, turned around and continued to move towards the Xingcha Sea.

"Marshal, why are you looking for me?"

"This is the first time we meet," she turned around, revealing a pair of eyes that condensed eternity, "An Ming."

Compared to the dreamlike meeting on the Jade Palace, this time An Ming saw it more clearly. There was a deep red rope tied between the inky black hair, as if there was an extra strand of bright red hair.

"Just call me Hua."

Hua moved his gaze to An Ming's face. His dark eyes were just as clear and penetrating as the last time he saw them.

All the truths in the world have lost their meaning. Hua is standing here, and she is the truth of this world.

"Marshal... eh?"

An Ming's words got stuck in his throat. He lowered his head and saw the white hand on his chest. He raised his eyes and met the clear eyes that were like those bathed in spring rain.

"Only by reforging the sword heart can you kill people," Hua touched the fiery glass sword heart, with a hint of emotion in his eyes, "You still chose this path."

The bare hand clearly did not exert any strength, but it caused a slight burning pain in the heart of the glass sword.

"The Marshal came to Luofu in person just to tell me this?" An Ming took a step back without leaving a trace. If what Ruohua said was still a riddle like a black swan, then there was no need to continue listening.

Xuan'er is still fighting hard, but he is asked to stay here and continue chatting with the Riddler?

"Yes."

Hua nodded gently, "Someone once told me that this road is very hard, it's a pain that no human can endure."

"I want to see what kind of life that person will choose."

It was not until this moment that An Ming realized why he had been feeling a subtle sense of disharmony. Hua treated him as if he were a familiar old friend. How could he feel like a marshal at all?

Hua, who invited An Ming to enjoy the spring rain in the Shen Ce Mansion, was more like an old friend meeting after a long separation, so there was no need for any polite words.

"Hua, what do you know?"

An Ming immediately realized the meaning behind Hua's words. Could it be that he had already been in contact with Hua before his reincarnation?

Hua seemed to see what An Ming was thinking. "You once told me that there was another story before Liuying, and you had to save her no matter what. To do this, you needed the Liuli Sword Heart as a guide."

"You mean to say... everything that happened in Yuque was to help me awaken my sword heart?"

"Yes and no."

Hua looked up at the sky and said softly, "Xianzhou will always stand by your side. After all, long before Xianzhou was born... you were planning your own future."

Hua is the marshal of the alliance and also the strongest fortune teller in the history of Xianzhou. The future reflected in her eyes will become reality.

But there is only one person who always has the courage to wield weapons against fate. Before those six immortal boats traveled the universe, he was like her now.

He once told her in person: "The fairy boat soars, and the cloud riders always win."

Hua at that time felt as confused as An Ming now, until she personally walked through the long river of time and came to the present.

After Yuque, Hua met Anming once.

At that time, An Ming smiled and said to her: "Hua, how wonderful it would be if life was just a first encounter."

At that time, Hua was already the Marshal of the Immortal Boat. He looked at An Ming and said softly, "Time cannot be reversed."

"Ah."

An Ming looked at Hua and said the last sentence: "I'll go see her."

Hua watched An Ming's departing back, and his destination was a place called Black Tower Space Station.

Thoughts came back like a tide, Hua looked at An Ming in front of him, it is said that memory is an important part of a person, when all memories are lost, that person can no longer be called the original self.

But even though An Ming in front of him had forgotten everything, he still walked on that path.

If we use the so-called "fate" to explain all this, it would undoubtedly be the greatest blasphemy to An Ming.

What kind of determination does one have to embark on that road that is destined to be painful and full of thorns again after forgetting everything?

Hua admired An Ming from the bottom of her heart, so she couldn't interfere with what happened in the reincarnation, just as she said at the time.

"See you in the future."

The future then is the present today.

"Illusions will bring back the backlash of fate, but they are also the key to unlocking the past," Hua gave An Ming a faint smile, then waved and left.

The morning sun was bright, dyeing the glazed roof of the Shen Ce Palace amber. When Hua turned around, his wide sleeves swept over the stone steps, and the swaying light cast tiny spots of light on his cloak.

An Ming had many questions he wanted to ask Hua, but in the end he just watched her leaving.

The information contained in these words was too complicated. An Ming even felt that he should not have obtained this information now. Hua meant that he had met her before the fairy boat went to the universe, and they had a not-so-shallow connection.

So Hua didn't take any action in what happened in Yuque because he believed in the path he was taking?

An Ming had the impression that he had not met Hua many times. It was once in Yuque and the second time just now. This Marshal of the Immortal Boat seemed to have been watching the path he was taking.

He suddenly felt a burning sensation in his chest. When he opened his shirt, he saw the golden lines on his skin flickering with his heartbeat.

The phoenix's head and tail were connected to form a ring, and every feather was condensed with the determination to be reborn from the fire, just like the meteor that pierced the universe when he saw the emperor's bow and arrow cutting through the sea of ​​stars in Fanghu that year.

An Ming inexplicably had a premonition that the power of this thing was probably more terrifying than the power of an arrow from the Emperor's Bow back then. After all, the Emperor's Bow was just a casual arrow, while this phoenix pattern condensed the full-strength attack of Marshal Xianzhou.

Hua left this phoenix-shaped golden pattern when he touched Kenshin. Its power was so strong that even An Ming didn't notice the small gift left behind through the clothes.

This is a help to an old friend, and also a confirmation that Hua has witnessed Anming's journey.

The sword heart that has been reforged through countless reincarnations is far more powerful than this phoenix pattern. This is also the reason why Hua is willing to believe it.

If there is a person who has experienced countless reincarnations and forgotten everything, he still walks on the original path and has never been shaken by the experiences along the way.

Then Hua would believe that it was an opportunity to change the end of the world.

Such a dazzling soul, even if you want to doubt it, it is impossible. Perhaps An Ming cannot understand it now, but Hua’s trust in him is much deeper than anyone can imagine.

The sound of the changing of guard bell rang out from the end of the stairs in the Shen Ce Mansion, and An Ming woke up from his thoughts. He could think about Hua's matter after he dealt with Huanlong.

He would not allow Fu Xuan to fall into danger. After all, as for the duel with Huanlong, it went without saying that Fu Xuan wanted to bear the backlash of fate in advance instead of An Ming.

She was the only one who could predict Huanlong's movements in advance, but she still could not predict that Huanlong would come to Luofu in his true form and use the life of the Lord of Extinction as a bargaining chip to push Luofu into a real death.

How could Luofu, which is now holding a martial arts ceremony, withstand Huanlong's destruction? An Ming had already decided to kill Huanlong here, and it would be the first enemy of the envoy level that he had actually killed.

The Lord of Extinction who has given his all has appeared only a few times in the past of the Immortal Boat, and no one can underestimate his desperate counterattack.

An Ming's figure disappeared from the spot, like a line condensed to the extreme, passing through the sky, and the whole person was like a straight sword slashing towards the direction of Xingcha Sea.

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Fight to the death and live forever.

This is Bu Liren's glory, and also Hu Lei's desperate counterattack.

It was facing [Yellow Spring], the only envoy of the Void in nearly a hundred years, the holder of the last imperial sword of Izumo, who had cut off Pinoconi's dream with one sword.

Just like her name, wherever she goes is the underworld.

The wolf head was casually smashed against the wall by the imperial sword, and its scarlet pupils, open in death, stared at the purple-haired figure, like an evil ghost walking out of the underworld and hell.

The Buli warriors, whose life breath was weak, had their eyes wide open and the muscles on their faces were twisted with anger and unwillingness, but they eventually lost all their life.

It was as if that figure was the real evil beast imprisoned in the Prison of Hell. Wherever it passed, there was blood. Ordinary Buli warriors were not even worthy of withstanding a single blow in front of her.

He fought back with all his might and even risked his life, but he couldn't even block a single blow from Huang Quan.

Corpses were scattered all over the place, and the tragic scene in the hall could be summed up in one word. Jiao Qiu was still standing by the door, not because he was calm, but because his feet were completely unable to move.

He was supposed to go out to find help, but as soon as he rushed out the door, he saw a scene that looked like a killing god. Huang Quan just glanced at him and continued moving forward.

It seems that there is no need to look for help now, the purple-haired woman is enough.

Jiaoqiu had been to many battlefields and witnessed countless tragedies of war, but he had never seen such a person... What kind of eyes were those? It was as if he had experienced hundreds and thousands of wars, too many to remember, until he was completely numb and fell into nothingness.

Hu Lei's whole body was enveloped in a scarlet aura that rose like his breath, and the hideous wound on his back was healing at a terrifying speed.

But all it can do is suck the blood of its compatriots. Even though it is so humiliating and so unlike a warrior, it still cannot defeat the person in front of it.

There is not even a slight chance of winning.

The person in front of him was not a vase that had only strength but had never experienced real combat, but a determined man who had truly fought his way out of a sea of ​​corpses and blood, sword by sword.

Hu Lei fought with the premise of death, and so did Huang Quan. Hundreds of Amber Ages ago, long before the Raiden family was slaughtered, the girl named Raiden Mei had already given up her life, poured all her will into the blade, and staked her life on the imperial sword.

Fighting desperately? Sorry, Huang Quan has been fighting desperately since he was born.

Huang Quan did not give Hu Lei the chance to continue reading the bar and build up momentum. He slashed out the instant the blade changed direction. The ground was clearly under his footsteps, but ripples were rippling like a lake.

The River of Oblivion opened up in an instant, and the purple hair faded into empty white.

"Fight for a chance for the war leader!" Modu roared, commanding the remaining Buli warriors to rush towards Huangquan. There was no point in running away, or in other words, running away from Huangquan was no different from committing suicide.

Only by killing the woman in front of him can there be a glimmer of hope of escape. Even though the advantage in numbers is meaningless in the face of absolute strength, Mo Du still chooses to give it one last fight.

Going back would mean death, and dying here would also mean death. It was a pity that I didn't get to see General Ji that day.

The blood-stained wolf claws flashed with sharpness. The Buli warriors rushed towards Huang Quan from eight directions at the same time. Even if they would be killed instantly, at least one or two of them would have an impact on her.

They thought so until their figures froze in the air.

Huang Quan's blade reflected a cold arc of light, and thirteen thunder-like shadows appeared behind the thirteen wolf soldiers. It was not until he raised his wrist to retract the blade that the thirteen corpses fell to the ground with a bang.

Mo Ze saw that the broken necks of those Bu Li people were as smooth as a mirror. He wondered what kind of person could perform such exquisite sword skills in an instant.

This even went beyond the sword techniques known to humans. At this moment, the remaining fighting spirit of the Bu Li people completely collapsed.

After just one encounter, only Modu was left of the thirteen remaining Buli warriors, and even his arms were cut off in an instant.

At this moment, the situation in the hall has completely reversed, from Bu Liren who originally had an absolute advantage to only Modu and Hu Lei left.

Xue Yi's damaged body still emitted a crackling sound of electricity, but she also saw all of this. She quickly compared the two in her mind and finally concluded that the purple-haired woman in front of her was ten thousand times more dangerous than Hu Lei.

There is no information about the person in front of him in the Luofu database, but why would a messenger suddenly appear in the prison?

"I said."

Huang Quan raised his imperial sword indifferently, "An Ming's enemies will all die."

Huang Quan doesn't care about right or wrong, she just needs to figure out who is An Ming's enemy.

Since you are an enemy, you will die.

Then she whispered softly: "I weep for the dead."

When the first knife fell, the heavy scimitar in Hu Lei's hand broke into pieces, and three circles of blood burst out of his huge body.

Then came the second strike without any pause. Huang Quan expressionlessly cut off the sharp claws that Hu Lei used to block the Zhao knife, and the killing move that he had tried with all his strength was defeated in an instant.

Before the third knife came, Hu Lei inserted his severed right arm into his chest, and a blood moon seemed to be burning in his pupils.

I make up for it! By the way, I wish you all a happy Lantern Festival~~~