It's really going to be over this time.

A group of demons surround an isolated and helpless foreign land, and there is no strength left. It is a powerful enemy that may not be able to defeat it in its heyday. Even if the will is as strong as Lu Qingshan's, he can no longer find any chance of survival.

The already hazy consciousness became even more hazy.

He had no vitality or strength, so he should have died lying down. He was probably unwilling to do so, and probably wanted to die standing up. He breathed inexplicably, and stood up unsteadily while leaning on Zhenmo.

Looking at the red dress in front of him, his eyes gradually blurred. His mind was racing at this moment, and he remembered many things inexplicably.

He thought of Xu Hao who stood in front of him in the stone chamber of Zhenjiang City, of holding his hand and living with him in the small world, of the days on the Qingyaping of the Jianzong, and of his love for Gu Yiyi on Daishan Mountain.

The promise I made, I think of the sword that opened the Tianmen in Chang'an City, I think of the old sect master's sword coming here and going elsewhere, I think of the hard experiences in the Daoyuan Realm...

His life was very short, but he experienced too many people, too many things, and too many magnificent events, and now they all flashed by in his mind.

Now that it's here, looking back on everything, it seems to be complete, except for Xie Qingyun who handed Fuyao to him, and Jian Zong...

Sword Sect, although Sword Sect no longer has Lu Qingshan, Sword Sect still has Yu Canghai, Xue Wushao, and...

Finally, Lu Qingshan thought of that woman, that woman who was extremely special to him.

Perhaps he is really a swordsman, Wei Jian. He has met many strange women. It cannot be said that he does not care about them, but they all seem to be inferior to Jian. She is the only one who is different.

The surprise at the first sight of Jianlai Peak, the protector who wiped out the source demon king with one sword, the determination of "If you want me to win, I will win him" twice, the willingness to admit his intention to send him to the army...for a long time...

The tacit understanding and long-term exchanges between each other can no longer be summed up by the simple words "master and apprentice".

At the end, Lu Qingshan thought of what she said when he met her for the last time.

Time flies so fast, there are some things that need to be said earlier.

Lu Qingshan suddenly felt deeply regretful as he thought about her facial features that were as beautiful as mountains and rivers.

"I should have said that to you then." He murmured.

The incarnation of Luo Hu still maintained a weird smile, looking at Lu Qingshan whose body was crumbling, with an unusual indifference, "You died in my hands in the end. You, Lu Qingshan, deserved your death in this life."

However, in the next breath, he could no longer laugh.

A flash of sword light crushed the demonic spear that was about to shoot through Qin Yitian's chest.

A woman stood on a long sword, fell from the sky, and landed in front of Lu Qingshan, who was in a certain death situation.

Then, Lu Qingshan heard two sentences.

A word to myself.

"It's not too late."

A sentence about the incarnation of Rahu.
Chapter completed!