Stray

The melody of time and space has been distorted, and the universe of the future has been overshadowed by indelible influences. Although the mission has been declared a failure, I, the magic sword, will not allow such an ending. Fate has tried to bind me again and again, but I refuse to let you succeed!

No matter how many reincarnations I go through, I vow to break free from the control of the latitude of time and space and find my own path.

Fate, I

know that one day I will stand in front of you, no longer under your control, but in dialogue with you on an equal footing.

Above the nine heavens, black clouds rolled like a boiling ocean. The thunder was deafening, accompanied by lightning that pierced the sky. The flames soared into the sky, surging and surging, as if the beasts of the wilderness were roaring.

The mountains cracked in violent tremors, and the broken sand and broken walls wailed in the wind. There are forces surging in it, they are different, but they are intertwined. These forces contain power enough to destroy the heavens and the earth, as if space trembles under their impact, and may be torn to pieces at any moment.

And the source of all this power is a man in dark red armor. He stood proudly, like a god or demon who had come out of hell. His long silver-white hair fluttered in the wind, and the blood stained on it contrasted with his armor, exuding an eerie and stunning beauty.

The man was tall and imposing, with an angular face and an aura of coldness. His gaze was firm and deep, as if he could see through all illusions. In his right hand, he held a black long sword, the blade of which shone with a cold light, as if telling an unknown story.

Suddenly, he looked up to the sky and smiled, with a hint of mockery and self-deprecation in his voice: "Hahaha, good, good." His laughter echoed through the heavens like a thunderbolt breaking through the silence.

"Strength, the power I was seeking, I thought that with it I could stand at the pinnacle of life and become the master of this world. However, in retrospect, all of this is just a passing moment. The man's voice revealed a kind of helplessness and emotion, as if recalling the glory of the past and the loneliness of the present.

He looked at the six people in front of him, and a trace of complicated emotions appeared in his heart. Those former friends and comrades-in-arms have now become his enemies. Their figures appeared in his mind, and those former vows and ideals have disappeared with the passage of time.

"Magic Sword, do you really think that strength and power can make you invincible forever?" said a man with wings spread in the distance, a hint of doubt and disappointment in his tone.

"King Yu, you and I both know that there is no eternal winner in this world. I'm just trying to find my own path. The magic sword replied indifferently, his eyes flashing with determination.

At this moment, a huge figure rumbled over, as formidable as a mountain. It was a huge man who made the ground tremble with every step. His voice was low and heavy, like an ancient beast awakening, "Don't talk nonsense, now is not the time to discuss this. Hurry up and deal with him, don't wait for him to recover. "

"Magic Sword, hand over the Apocalypse Stone, otherwise you will die today. The rest of the people spoke, their tones cold and hard.

The Apocalypse Stone, this legendary mysterious artifact, has an endless source of energy. It is also the key to open the door of time and space, attracting countless heroes to fight for it. In this endless struggle, everyone is following its trail, eager for this endless power.

The magic sword looked up to the sky and smiled, with a hint of mockery in his voice: "Hahaha...... Ha ha...... Oh, that's ridiculous. You keep saying that you are for justice, but you have long been lost in the lust for power. Who's lost, let's find out on the battlefield. "

He clenched the black sword in his hand, his eyes flashing with disdain and defiance. In the face of the million-strong army in front of him, he did not have the slightest fear, but was full of fighting spirit.

"Stop talking nonsense, let the army attack directly!" Yu Wang decisively gave the order.

For a while, the murderous spirit was soaring, and the army of millions was surging like a torrent. The sound of their shouting and killing was earth-shattering and terrifying. All the forces converged at this moment, rushing towards the magic sword like a violent torrent. The air was filled with tension and solemnity, as if even time had frozen at this moment.

The magic sword stood in place, fearless in the face of the charge of a million-strong army.

A loud bang echoed between heaven and earth, the mountains and rivers shattered, and the space seemed to tremble at this moment. However, after the dust settled, the magic sword still stood proudly in place, undamaged. His eyes were cold and deep, as if everything was under his control.

He laughed mockingly, "Hmph, such an attack is just like tickling. The thunder is loud, the rain is small, and then, let me show my true strength. "

As soon as the words fell, the magic sword moved.

His figure instantly turned into an afterimage, so fast that it was impossible to capture. Under his attack, the army of millions fell like wheat piece by piece, as if in harvest. The stronger fighters were able to hold out a little longer, but only for a moment. They all eventually collapsed with their necks clutched, becoming one of the corpses piled up on the ground.

The magic sword kept swinging the black sword in his hand, and each swing was accompanied by a scream. He repeated this action tirelessly until the other person fell completely. His eyes were full of determination and cruelty, as if to tell everyone: Here, I am the master!

The speed of the

magic sword was staggering, almost reaching the point of instantaneous thousands of miles. His figure was just a flickering illusory shadow in the eyes of ordinary people, as elusive as a gust of wind. Even a god-level powerhouse could only barely mobilize the majestic power in his body, barely keeping up with his speed, and launching a fierce confrontation with him.

But even such a strong man can only leave shallow scars on the opponent's body in the duel with the magic sword. It only made the magic sword's skin flush with a red mark, and then disappeared as if it had been healed quickly. Such scars were almost negligible for a magic sword, and he seemed to possess an indestructible body, and no attack could inflict fatal damage on him.

The six people at the head knew in their hearts that this million-strong army was just a group of insignificant cannon fodder in this battle. They were sent to drain the energy of the magic sword in preparation for the real battle. In the eyes of these six people, this million-strong army is just a group of tools to be used, and they are not even as good as ants.

Standing at the top of this world, they have reached the peak of strength and wisdom. They look down on all living beings and regard all living things as insignificant beings. The world seemed so small and insignificant to them, and their gaze had long since transcended the limitations of this world.

With the passage of time, there are only a hundred thousand people left in the originally majestic army of one million, and they are like lost dogs, leaving only pieces of desolate corpses and scattered remnants of defeated soldiers.

Although it successfully defeated the million-strong army, the situation of the magic sword was not optimistic. His armor was tattered and covered with dense traces of battle, each scar recording the brutal battle that had just begun. These scars were all left by god-level powerhouses.

He gasped and said to himself, "I'm really tired......

."

Demon Sword couldn't

help but sigh in his heart, he couldn't imagine that he would have such a down-and-out day. Was this the arrangement of fate? But he firmly rejected the idea in his heart. He firmly believes that fate is in his own hands, not by fate.

The six people led by him observed the state of the magic sword and found that he was exhausted, knowing that this was the best opportunity. They knew that even a powerful magic sword had its limits. They did not hesitate and quickly launched a fierce attack.

Now is not the time to talk about martial virtues, but to take advantage of the exhaustion of the demon sword and go all out to defeat him. They know in their hearts that this is the decisive moment to decide the outcome of the game.

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