There is not so much understanding in the world, what is more is empathy.

Now Su Nianxie felt that he...should not have fallen! "He was also a killer in the darkness!"

Su Nianxie said to himself.

"Then..." "I should also move towards the light!"

There was a ray of light in Su Nianxie's gloomy sword intent.

Poof... He vomited blood. Even though he had gained enlightenment, the pressure on him was still too great.

Su Nianxie was crushed to the ground, but even so, he was still struggling to crawl.

If there is anything in the world that stops him from moving forward, it must be death! The memories from the moment of birth to the present flashed through his mind like a fleeting horse.

common people?

He really doesn’t understand! But.

He knew that the pain and torture in the past should not be a hindrance to his progress! Resentment and anger cannot make him strong, goals and obsessions can! In the boundless wind and snow, Su Nianxie's small body dragged out a long

long traces.

He seemed to have lost consciousness, but he was so determined every time he crawled.

Ning Fan couldn't bear to look any further and turned his head with red eyes.

But he was afraid that Su Nianxie would be in danger, so he looked again.

Chen Xiaowan also sighed.

Jian Huang's eyes became brighter and brighter: "This is what a sword cultivator should look like!"

Said.

He pointed forward, and a ray of light flew through the wind and snow and flew into Su Nianxie's body.

That was not power, but part of Jian Huang's past memories! Those were...the years when he took the young Jian Beichen to travel through the mountains and rivers.

To cultivate your sword, you must cultivate your heart first! Jian Huang earnestly hopes that this ordinary memory with some light spots can touch this child.

Su Nianxie froze.

That bright young man, mediocre but unwilling to stick to the sword, and that determination and perseverance to walk through the mountains and rivers step by step... Scenes of scenes flashed through Su Nianxie's mind.

This is...the first time someone has introduced his father in such detail.

At first he didn't want to hear it, but then no one mentioned it again.

At this moment, Su Nianxie suddenly realized that the figure that stood upright when he first saw it turned out that he could not hold up the world from the beginning! "Can I do the same?"

Su Nianxie couldn't help but ask herself.

But the next moment.

Su Nianxie couldn't help but clench her fists.

It's not whether he can, but whether he wants to! His starting point is already much higher than Su Xuan's.

"The only ones who give up will always be losers..." Su Nianxie murmured and kept moving forward.

Time passes quietly.

Su Nianxie crawled.

I don’t know how long I have been crawling, like the humblest insect.

But later.

He stood up... Even though he was humble, his spine did not want to bend any more! Every step he took left traces of blood.

The bones... were broken at every moment! But, he still walked firmly! Then, his sword skills began to flourish! It was the beauty of breaking out of a cocoon and becoming a butterfly, blooming in the bitter cold! Finally.

He shouted silently and started running on the terrifying path of swordsmanship.

This moment.

Su Nianxie suddenly remembered the words of Yun Sheng Baidi.

One day, you will be able to withstand thousands of troops like your father... Su Nianxie was suddenly shocked and turned his head suddenly.

Before he knew it, he had reached the end of the sword road.

Looking back, Ning Fan, Chen Xiaowan and Jian Huang were all looking at him with smiles.

But at this moment.

Su Nianxie's eyes seemed to be traveling through nothingness, looking towards an unknown distance, and her heart was extremely throbbing.

It's like a long river of time, engraved with magnificent but desolate epics, or stories of struggling in despair, seeking light in the darkness... I don't know when.

The memory seems to have been extended, and the blood lines are connected at this moment.

His heart was trembling with sadness.

The crystal tears were frozen in the wind and snow, dripping into the earth, splashing the mottled life... Su Nianxie shook hands subconsciously, and when he lowered his head, he found that a sword had appeared in his hand.

The hilt and body of the sword are engraved with the word "Beichen".

Su Nianxie's eyes trembled.

It turns out that his father once hated everything and destroyed everything just like him... It turns out that after constant sharpening, his father's sword became so bright, like the brightest star in the north... Behind him, Jian Huang looked, as if

His sword-like eyes couldn't help but turn red.

"Beichen, your child will be as bright as you."
Chapter completed!