Chapter 75 Before Dawn
He had seen people determined to die rushing to the execution ground and facing the inevitable death calmly.
"We are all on the path of destiny, and you will cut off the final fate."
He had seen the Cloud Riders burning with the fire of life, and they would continue to move forward even if they had no hope.
Shouting "The fairy boat soars, the cloud riders always win!"
He had seen tens of thousands of battleships that were determined to move forward even at the cost of their own destruction, and the indomitable will of the battleship crews was shining brightly.
It was a desperate charge, even if it cost blood, to pave the way for victory.
He had seen the vast grace of the Emperor's Bow, which crushed all things into dust. Mortals were like dust in the eyes of God.
And under the peach tree.
The girl waiting for him to come home.
These are all of An Ming, his past, which has shaped everything called "An Ming".
An Ming slowly raised the scabbard, which was darker than the night, with his left hand. The whole street was silent at this moment. The people of Fengrao didn't understand why such an old man with a sword suddenly appeared in Yuque.
Such a short-lived person has never appeared in the intelligence. Who is he?
"Don't be fooled by him! Go activate the coordinates!"
Sharp weapons pierced through the clouds and mist, pointing directly at An Ming in the middle of the street.
There were scattered Cloud Riders gathered behind An Ming, all with wounds on their bodies. They looked at the motionless figure in front of them with respect in their eyes.
"Protect the sword head!"
"Swordsman, we will charge forward with you!"
The blood in the chest that had been cooling for many years seemed to boil again. His right hand slowly fell on the hilt of the sword and pulled out an inch of the black jade-like sword.
The sharp sword intent drew a straight line. No one could see what happened clearly. They only saw a row of Bu Li people falling down, holding their necks. The hot blood spurted out in a straight line, staining the floor tiles red.
"What the hell!"
"Mobilize the fleet and focus fire on him!"
No one even saw An Ming draw his sword, and a large number of Fengchou people fell down like wheat being cut.
When I heard the sound of rushing wind, that was the moment the head fell.
An Ming was like the god of death in the dark night, and he stood there until there was no one left standing in front of him, with his sword only three inches out of its sheath.
The ground of the street seemed to have experienced a terrible storm. Countless sharp sword edges left dense marks, and the blood of the Fengrao people flowed to An Ming's feet.
An Ming cast his gaze toward the distant world of light reflecting from all directions.
He was waiting, waiting for an opportunity.
"Sword Master!" Yunqi supported his injured companion, the heat in his eyes was like fire, full of hope.
"Evacuate the people as quickly as possible and take them to the port. Reinforcements will arrive soon."
"But even if it is the nearest Luofu, it will take at least a few hours for the battleship to reach Yuque at full speed..."
That was a hopeless number. There was no way they could hold out until reinforcements arrived. By then, perhaps only the dead Yuque would remain.
"I'll be here."
An Ming lifted Wuye horizontally, holding the hilt with his right hand, and with a gust of wind, he lifted up -
Draw your sword!
The sword that was powerful enough to engulf the night slashed straight out with a sword intent that spanned the sky. A violent explosion sounded from behind the clouds, and flames ignited the dark night sky.
This one sword alone cut down hundreds of battleships. The scrapped parts fell like a torrential rain of fire, lighting up An Ming's sharp eyes.
What kind of look was that... From it, one could seem to see a peerless sword that had been sleeping for many years shining again.
I will be here. It's just these words, but it's An Ming's promise.
He will stand here.
Until he uses the sword in his hand to cut off the final fate.
Yunqi took a deep breath, saluted An Ming for the last time, and then left the center of the battlefield with his injured comrade.
The old man with long pale hair stood alone in the middle of the street, facing off against an army of hundreds of thousands of people.
One person, one sword.
The sword's blade was stained with blood, drawing a straight line of blood on the ground.
The murderous look in his eyes seemed to tell everyone - "Whoever crosses the line will die!"
The people of Fengzao will not stop, nor will they stop their weapons because of one person. Without Yao Guang, the person in front of them will be the last obstacle.
A steady stream of abundant troops landed via the fighting ships. Under the diffuse white mist, green vines gradually spread to the entire Yuque.
In the abyss with no end in sight, Taowu slowly opened his scarlet eyes, and green vines coiled around him like blood vessels, transforming into endless vitality, completely awakening this ancient evil beast!
The Dharma Realm of Light from All Directions began to tremble violently, and crystal clear cracks began to slowly spread to the edge. The collapse was already irreversible.
Under the guidance of the Cloud Riders and the clans, the people of Yuque quickly evacuated to the port. However, due to the fog, they were unable to evacuate on the Star Raft and could only use the port as their last stronghold.
And just ahead, the sounds of fierce fighting continued to be heard, but they were all ruthlessly wiped out by the sword light.
The people of Fengrao are building a bridge across Anming with their flesh and blood.
No matter how powerful you are, you are still human after all, and as long as you are human, there will be a moment when you are tired.
The snow-white gown was soaked in blood, but it was all the blood of the enemy. An Ming not only had to stop the Fengcao militia formation on the ground, but also had to take into account the fleet in the sky.
"Stupid An Ming!"
"I have to shoulder everything alone again!"
In a trance, An Ming seemed to see Fu Xuan standing with her hands on her hips and scolding him, her beautiful eyes always full of tenderness and concern.
The sword blade cut off Bu Liren's body, and he fell diagonally to his side.
This life is already happy enough, and it is a great fortune to meet Fu Xuan.
The flesh and blood penetrated and even the bones were shattered. Wu Ye once again swept across the heads of countless people, and the scarlet blood almost dyed the sword through.
"Xuan'er, I'm sorry."
This is not a long life, and it is coming to an end.
Another sword light shot up into the sky, slicing tens of thousands of fleets into pieces. The sword intent that could shatter space could even create a terrifying black hole in the air.
The people of Fengrao soon discovered a fact that was enough to make them collapse: as time went by, An Ming not only did not become tired, but became even stronger.
Beasts, fleets, and weapons are all useless to the old man in front of him!
Is this still a fucking human being?
But as the fog gradually dissipated, a vague light could be seen on the horizon.
Before dawn, the sky is always particularly dark.
An Ming could no longer remember how many Fengrao people he had killed, but the originally empty street before him was now littered with corpses with broken limbs.
He stood in a sea of blood, holding a bloody sword, frightening countless rich people.
An Ming is not afraid of death, he just... is reluctant to leave.
There was a violent tremor coming from afar. The huge Taowu, as big as a mountain, completely tore the Dharma Realm that sealed it into pieces, and dense emerald green climbed up from the abyss like a tsunami.
Somewhere in the distance, a gaze slowly fell.
An Ming saw Him.
I also saw the destined fate.
"An Ming!"
An extremely familiar voice suddenly sounded behind him, and An Ming's departing figure paused slightly.
“Don’t go…Don’t go—!”
"I don't want you to die!"
On the distant horizon, the figure gradually overlapped with the light of dawn.