Lao Du took the sword.

The sound of the knife was like the wind. In the howling wind, the extremely loud laughter was torn into pieces and the laughter came to an abrupt end.

There was only the sound of swords like the wind in the entire hall.

The sound of swords resounded in every corner of the hall, covering the entire hall and echoing continuously.

The sword was so terrifying that it was so big that no one could stop it. The sword force soared inch by inch, crushing every inch of frost in the hall and groaning. Countless cracks began to spread like snakes on the frost that had been over the years.

The sword is as strong as a mountain.

The sword is like fire.

While the sound of the knife was still echoing in Chen Senran's ears, the knife called the Beauty of the Moon had already reached the peerless head.

This time, Lao Du did not stand in place. He moved. He suddenly rushed towards the Queen of Frost with an unpredictable speed of ghosts and gods.

The flawless blade had already stuck to the layer of frost on the head, and the violent knife intent had already cracked the layer of ice that could not melt even the surging flames.

With the sword force one inch further, Lao Du's whole body was completely pulled away like an open bow. His man stopped in the air, and his hands, which were originally flawless as the best jade, were covered with veins like pythons.

The knife in the palm was roaring silently.

The sword's momentum is like thunder, and the sword's strength has become a crazy dragon.

The crazy dragon rushes wildly, and the seemingly indestructible frost can no longer stop the violent sword. It almost turned into a crushing powder at the moment when it was pressed in front of the sword, completely exposing that peerless face to the violent air.

There was no obstacle in everything. The sword energy climbed onto her skin in an instant, and the fierce sword force directly cut off the long silver-blue hair on her temples.

All the rude, savage and violence spanned hundreds of years and once again came to this once unyielding king's face.

As long as the sword force goes up a little more, the sword energy will completely rush and rage on this face, countless scars will spread like mushrooms after a rain, and flesh and blood will splash with bones.

With another breath, everything will end.

Lao Du's body shape was once again stretched out, and the bones in his body burst out with a shocking sound, and the blue veins on his arms became thicker. At this moment, he was no longer the hunched old man who had been driving the car with his back, but more like a tiger, a tiger who had made the most powerful blow.

The air stagnates again, and time stops at that moment.

Chen Senran could no longer breathe. He felt the air in the entire hall rushing towards Lao Du, flying over his knife, and finally melting into the knife, as if completely sucking out all the essence of the world.

The world is dim.

The whole world is waiting for the next moment, waiting for the sword to burst into full force and the world to reopen.

Everything returns to normal at the moment.

The next moment.

The next moment, the world will return to the right direction.

There is no sword energy, no world roar, no flesh and blood splattering, nothing happens.

The knife did not go any further after that. The sword energy that was forcibly pulled over was leaking inch by inch, and Lao Du let go weakly.

Lao Du landed.

Chen Senran landed.

The piece of silver-blue broken hair fell to the ground.

Everything is settled.

The overwhelming sword aura quietly dissipated as if it had never happened. The knife slowly left the peerless face. Originally, the beauty under the moon should have killed the peerless beauty.

Unfortunately, it was finally held heavily on the ground by Lao Du, colliding with the frost that had not yet been completely broken, and a sound like a wind chime in the dark night sounded throughout the hall.

Lao Du knelt on the ground weakly, kneeled in front of the peerless head, and knelt in front of the supreme throne hundreds of years ago.

It's like a minister who fears the supreme ruling of the Queen of Frost.

What a regrettable ending.

Lao Du seemed to sigh, and maybe not.

Chen Senran couldn't hear clearly, his own body was already in turmoil. The frost that invaded his body had not been driven away by the flames in his body. He took a heavy breath, barely got up from the ground, and looked at the throne.

The fire had dissipated with his fall to the ground. He couldn't see the peerless face that had been exposed to the air. He didn't know if she was still smiling so arrogantly, or even more disdainful.

He turned his head to look at Little Annie again, and the little girl stood less than two yards away from her. She didn't look at herself, but she was still looking at the high throne.

Everything is not over yet.

Chen Senran didn't know if he would end everything if he climbed up and gave the woman a knife, so that he could see the girl smiling at him again.

He didn't know if he would die in the next moment.

He only knew that he still had the strength and had some opportunities.

So he would not and could not give up just like that, so he stood up and began to walk up step by step along the stairs to the throne.

No one stopped him, no accidents or twists and turns.

He walked for three breaths and walked to Lao Du's side. The flames at his fingertips lit up again, illuminating the queen's face exposed to the air and his own face.

The queen still sat so dignifiedly, her head was steadily in her hands without any slight wavering. She just smiled and watched everything that happened, as quiet as a god watching the mortals struggle with fate and powerlessness.

Is it ridicule?

Chen Senran pulled the corner of his mouth weakly. The flames in his hand gradually grew bigger. A long sword condensed by flames appeared in his palm again. The flowing flames gave his body some warmth.

The warmth may have affected Lao Du, and he finally raised his head. In the firelight, Chen Senran saw that his face was pale and old. Wrinkles that were originally invisible on his face began to appear, and the white hair on his temples became thicker. Perhaps the knife just now absorbed too much of his vitality. In an instant, he seemed to have aged a few years later.

He opened his mouth, as if he wanted to speak, but as soon as he opened his mouth, he couldn't help but feel blood. He coughed violently with a knife for a while before saying, "I'm sorry."

He could only apologize and had to apologize because he still didn't do it, just like the profound night many years ago, it was a little worse.

Chen Senran shook his head. He knew that Lao Du had done it to the extreme. He didn't say anything anymore. He just stabbed the long sword of flame in his hand at the face that had no defense.

The flames surged.

In the surging flames, the corners of the face's mouth rose again, her lips opened and closed, and she said quietly: "I'm back."

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Happy June 1st everyone.
Chapter completed!