"In the end, the mountains and rivers are exhausted."

The peaceful sound echoed between heaven and earth.

Compared to the innocence of her childhood and the frailty of her girlhood, the 20-year-old Xu Moli has eyes like deep pools, a face that is cold and extraordinary, and when her clothes flutter, she looks like a fairy from heaven.

Her black hair was like a waterfall, lightly tied up with a jade hairpin.

The fingers are slender, holding the sword to ward off the enemy.

Sharp, powerful, and sharp.

No one knew what kind of experience Xu Moli had, but each of his moves was filled with terrifying power, enough to scare even the most evil cultivators to death.

But human power is ultimately limited. As the demonic monks set up a large formation, Xu Moli, who was only at the foundation-building stage, soon fell into the dilemma of being surrounded and blocked.

Are you going to die?

Feeling the running out of mana and the almost broken magic sword, he looked at the impenetrable magic array around him.

Xu Moli chuckled, with murderous intent in his smile.

"Come and fight, you evil bastards!"

Ignoring the so-called persuasion to surrender, under the angry gazes of the demonic monks, the female sword fairy swung her last amazing and brilliant sword strike, instantly killing two early Jindan cultivators.

Then he was bombarded by numerous magic weapons and fell straight down from the air.

The girl knew.

Given the current war situation, no one will come to rescue her.

But she has no fear and no regrets.

Long time ago, she had been prepared to die at any time. After all, she had been to the gates of hell before.

However, when I thought about leaving this world, I felt reluctant to leave. I felt reluctant to leave the Heaven Sword Sect, my master Li Wanshou, Black Stone City, and -

The man who had accompanied me for eight or nine tenths of my life, bringing me warmth and comfort, is now gone.

Over the past three years.

Xu Moli has experienced a lot of things and has been to many places.

But no matter how new the scenery is, it can't fill the emptiness left after the man left.

What kind of feelings do I have for that man? Every night when it's quiet, Xu Moli would ask herself this question.

Is it hatred? It seems so, hatred that he left without saying goodbye.

Is it love? It's a bit like it, but not quite. It's different from the love and family affection that people usually talk about. It's an inexplicable feeling of wanting to be together forever.

But things have come to this.

There is no need to think about this anymore.

After all, I am about to die.

Inexplicably, when his life was in danger, Xu Moli looked at the demon cultivator in the air who was regaining his killing power, and a feeling of relief emerged in his mind.

Fortunately, that man had already left the Tianjian Sect.

Otherwise, he would be in danger today and might even die, which is a scene the girl absolutely does not want to see.

“Rip—”

A sound like cloth tearing suddenly echoed in the sky, and the girl who was calmly waiting for death was stunned for a moment. She raised her head to look at the sky, but found that the hopeless sky was cut by the astonishing sword light.

Looking closely, one can see a familiar blood-stained figure stumbling towards them.

That was the brother she depended on the most.

She was a hero alone.

That was an important person for whom she was happy and sad.

But why, why is that person here!?

"No, don't... stop, stop now!"

"No, no, absolutely not, don't come over here anymore--!!!" Panic and bewilderment instantly occupied the girl's originally cold face.

She had a vague foreseeing of something extremely horrible and absolutely unacceptable in the future.

But the Xu family is still moving forward.

Just like before, he went to the girl when she needed him most.

…

[It hurts, it hurts so much]

[Your consciousness is overwhelmed by endless pain, and you almost lose the ability to think, but you still clearly remember that the purpose of your trip is to protect your sister]

[You drove the wooden sword back to the long-lost Heavenly Sword Sect]

[You saw the sect being destroyed, you saw your fellow disciples being killed, you saw your grown-up sister being surrounded by evil]

[Without hesitation, you swung the wooden sword and used the magic you had learned to kill the villains who tried to harm your treasures. You were discovered, and a fierce battle broke out between you and the magic monk.]

The muscles are groaning.

Bones are breaking.

Blood was spurting.

On the battlefield of the Tianjian Sect, Xu Xi's body was stained with blood and he looked like he should have died long ago, but he was still moving forward, numbly swinging the wooden sword in his hand.

The rainbow of primordial magic power that does not belong to him.

He killed a person in the late Jindan stage by cutting off his waist.

But at the same time, the counterattack from the demon monk also cut off one of Xu Xi's feet and it disappeared.

"He is Xu Xi, the first true disciple of the Heavenly Sword Sect. Quick, let's kill him together!"

Some demon cultivators shouted in fear and recognized Xu Xi's identity.

The record of killing a late-stage Jindan cultivator in one move is too astonishing.

This caused the demon cultivators to be terrified, and under pressure from their hearts, they all joined forces to attack Xu's group.

"Brother!!!"

Xu Moli shouted out the long-lost name, looking more panicked than ever before. She wanted to break up the formation and go out to fight with Xu Xi.

But she was too weak.

The attack was simply unable to break through the constraints of the formation.

He could only watch helplessly with a look of despair as the blood-stained figure fell down again and again, and stood up again and again.

“Please, don’t…”

Another sword flashed across the sky.

Four Jindan Demon Cultivators died, and Xu Xi also paid the price of having both legs broken.

He could no longer stand and could only crawl on the ground with his hands, moving forward in an extremely slow and funny manner.

The wounds on his broken legs were bleeding profusely.

The soil along the road was soaked with blood, forming long trails of blood.

The demon monks were terrified, and for a moment they couldn't tell who was the real demon, but they still suppressed their fear and continued to attack Xu's group.

This time, Xu paid the price of having his entire body burned black and completely losing his left arm.

Kill all the remaining Jindan demon cultivators.

"No, don't be like this... Why, I'm just a burden..."

The girl knelt on the ground with lifeless eyes.

She cried her heart out.

Tears flowed down her cheeks, dripping onto her body and thighs. Her expression was one of utter despair and complete devastation.

"Please, don't... don't come over here again... please..."

“Ugh!!”

Tears flowed.

I was shaking with fear.

Looking at the figure in front of me, whose whole body was burnt black, with only the upper body left, struggling to move forward and crawling with one arm, the despair in my heart almost buried my soul.

Unable to breathe, unable to think, every tiny movement was filled with great sorrow.

All we can do is tremble and wait for the tragedy to come.

Snap——

Finally, the "monster" that was burned beyond recognition, with its only remaining right arm and holding a wooden sword, crawled with difficulty to the front of the formation that trapped Xu Moli.

With the last bit of strength, with the last bit of magic power.

One sword pierced through the entire formation.

Xu Xi's cracked lips opened slightly, as if he wanted to say something, but his vocal cords had long been burned and no sound came out.

But Xu Moli understood what Xu Xi really wanted to say.

"Brother is here to save you, Mo Li."

"Brother didn't lie to you."

Bang——

Almost at the moment when the formation was broken, Xu Xi closed his eyes slightly, and felt fatigue surging over him in an instant. He could no longer do anything and just wanted to sleep.

Under the girl's desperate and devastated gaze, Xu Xi's burnt body dissipated in the wind.

She wasn't given the slightest chance of salvation.

Mouth wide open.

I want to cry but I can't.

He could only howl in despair, hating his own incompetence over and over again.

You are dead

[Simulation ends]