She wore a plain white robe that fluttered in the wind, the sword in her hand gleamed with a cold light, and her eyes revealed determination and resolve.
At that moment, she descended upon me like a goddess who would save the world, and with her extraordinary swordsmanship, she repelled those villains who tried to harm me.
It pulled me back from the brink of death.
From that moment on, I felt as if I had found a haven in life, and I made up my mind to go wherever I was, no matter how many hardships and obstacles I encountered.
They all wanted to stay close to Luo Bao, unwilling to be separated from her even for a moment longer.
She paused slightly, as if lost in memories of the past, her expression full of emotion, her gaze seemingly traversing endless time and space, returning to that breathtaking moment.
Then, she sighed softly and said slowly, "However, the trajectory of fate is always full of unpredictability and twists and turns."
Like a surging sea, sometimes calm and sometimes turbulent.
A massive crisis swept in like a dark cloud covering the sky, shaking the entire cultivation world as if the end of the world was about to arrive.
In that catastrophe that concerned life and death, and was enough to rewrite the history of the entire cultivation world.
To save countless people from suffering, Luo Bao resolutely stepped forward alone with his mortal body.
Confront the supreme, ruthless, and seemingly incarnation of the will of heaven and earth.
That battle was so devastating that the heavens and earth trembled, the winds and clouds changed color, and the sun and moon lost their light.
It seemed that only Luo Bao's lonely yet resolute figure remained in the world, confronting the vast, boundless, and arrogant Heavenly Dao.
The sword in Luo Bao's hand shone with dazzling light as she wielded it, each ray of light embodying her unwavering pursuit of justice and her compassion for all living beings.
With unwavering will and extraordinary swordsmanship, she waged a life-or-death struggle against the Heavenly Dao.
The sword light collided with the oppressive force of the Heavenly Dao, unleashing energy like giant bombs that tore the surrounding space to shreds.
In the end, after a long and fierce battle, Luo Bao, with his amazing perseverance and fearless courage, defeated the Heavenly Dao and successfully protected the peace and tranquility of the cultivation world.
However, she paid a heavy price for it, like a flower withering in a storm, meeting a tragic end...
Feng Qingyun's voice gradually lowered, carrying a trace of unspeakable sorrow.
It was as if that tragic past was happening right before her eyes; tears welled up in her eyes, but she stubbornly refused to let them fall.
Feng Qingyun's thoughts were suddenly swept back to that turbulent past, a time of great upheaval and bloodshed, as if by a torrent of time.
Once the floodgates of memory were opened, the horrific scenes of the past surged forth like a tidal wave, completely overwhelming her.
Her eyes were instantly filled with an intense, almost ferocious hatred, a hatred that burned and raged wildly in her eyes like karmic fire from the deepest hell.
It surged with endless resentment and unwillingness, as if it wanted to burn the world to ashes to vent its hatred.
At that time, she was as weak as a withered leaf drifting in the wind and rain, so fragile that she could not be defeated.
In that desperate situation filled with destruction and despair, she was like an insect trapped in amber, struggling desperately.
Unable to break free from the shackles of fate, they were utterly unable to share even the slightest bit of the overwhelming pressure that weighed on Qin Qianluo.
Qin Qianluo, however, is like a peerless hero who bravely faces death alone, standing alone in the eye of the storm of fate, like an indestructible and majestic monument.
She wore a bright red dress, as vibrant as the sunset on the horizon, or as fiery red as a blooming red spider lily, bold and passionate.
It was as if he wanted to ignite the entire dark world with his own strength and illuminate the corner shrouded in despair.
The longsword in his hand gleamed with a cold and sharp light, like the coldest star in the night sky.
It exudes a chilling aura, as if it could sever all evil and injustice in the world.
Without hesitation, she tightly protected those behind her, resolutely facing the oppressive power of the Heavenly Dao, which represented the will of Heaven and Earth, with her frail yet resolute mortal body.
It was undoubtedly a desperate battle whose outcome was destined from the very beginning, seemingly futile like a mantis trying to stop a chariot, yet filled with a moving and tragic grandeur.
The power of Heaven's Way, like a tsunami, surged forth with overwhelming force, capable of destroying the heavens and the earth.
It was as if it wanted to ruthlessly devour and crush everything in the world, turning it into dust, plunging the entire world into an abyss of no return.
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