Hearing this sudden sound, Xinyuan thought he had heard it wrong, and couldn't help but froze in his movements.

But before he could react, the black sword was already at his neck.

The body leaned back on an iron plate bridge, trying to avoid the sword, but two lines of blood flew out from behind.

Although there was only one sword, the overwhelming sword energy came from all directions.

Xinyuan ignored the pain on his body and asked tentatively:

"Your name is Liang Yun? Did you just talk to me? What do you mean?"

The man in black on the opposite side listened to these words without any expression. His eyes were as dark as ink, and his expression could not be seen. However, the sharp sword light in his hand continued to shroud Xinyuan's fatal points.

However, that voice rang in Xinyuan's heart again.

[Liang Yun: Can you hear me?!]

Xinyuan continued to thicken the ice shelf defense on his body to resist the terrifying sword intent around him, and was surprised for a moment.

This is the first time that the voice of all things can actually hear the inner voice of a person.

Judging from the appearance of the person in front of me, he seems to be under control or something?

Under the opponent's terrifying sword light, Xinyuan kept retreating and dodging.

Looking at the wounds that kept appearing on his body, Niu Jingyu felt a little unbearable in his eyes, and frowned from a distance:

"Boy, can you do it? I have to chase someone now."

"Don't die soon."

"Take care of your injuries. Can you still chase? If not, forget it." Xinyuan replied loudly.

Here, the two of them no longer looked like teachers and students, but like comrades fighting side by side.

Niu Jingyu stood up and glanced at Xinyuan from a distance.

The muscles in his abdomen suddenly tightened, and the granite-like muscles forcibly closed his wounds to prevent blood from flowing out.

Then, the whole person rushed out of the factory as if nothing was wrong.

In the dusty factory building, only Xinyuan and Liang Yun were left.

"I can hear you. Are you in this state under control?" Xinyuan asked while resisting with the short stick in his hand.

The other party who heard Xinyuan's voice again became obviously excited.

[Liang Yun: I did not betray! I, Liang Yun, did not betray humanity! 】

[Liang Yun: I don’t have it, I don’t have it]

Later, even the sounds coming from the Voice of All Things became vague and chaotic, which showed how violent the other party's mood swings were.

"What can I do to help you? Wait for the black-faced man to come back later, and we will hold you down and take you back to see if you can get rid of the control?"

While bearing the sword light on his body, Xinyuan spoke with difficulty.

He is not worried about hurting the opponent now, but he is really a little bit unable to beat him.

Xin Yuan had never seen such a terrifying sword before.

He fought against many people who used swords, including the servant of God, and the senior when he entered school.

But if compared with the person in front of me, those people before were like babies standing in front of a fighting champion.

His sword really has the feeling of being the master of hundreds of weapons, and the lightning-like attacks are completely breathtaking.

So he estimated that this should be a certain senior human being who was controlled by the servant of God for some reason.

However, after he finished speaking, the other party did not respond for a long time.

Just when he was wondering if there was something wrong with the Voice of All Things, suddenly, an unusually strong emotion came over him.

The emotion was like a tsunami, instantly surrounding Xin Yuan. There was hatred, sadness, pain, but in the end, it was deep despair.

This feeling instantly made Xinyuan couldn't help but open his mouth and gasp for breath, like a drowning person, longing for oxygen.

[Liang Yun: No, don’t save me, I shouldn’t be alive.]

[Liang Yun: Please, kill me, you must kill me!]

[Liang Yun: My hands are stained with too many people’s blood.]

[Liang Yun: I thought that my magic sound sword would protect the world and the people around me]

[Liang Yun: But in the end, I personally killed my wife and children, my comrades-in-arms, and those companions who lived with me day and night.]

[Liang Yun: Ahhhhhh! 】

In the end, Liang Yun's whole body seemed to have broken down mentally, and he was roaring helplessly.

However, his appearance showed nothing, like a calm killer, cold and numb.

Xinyuan was shaken by the terrifying emotion. At the same time, he was still accepting the memory fragments belonging to Liang Yun.

After metamorphosing into the fifth realm at the age of twenty-seven, Liang Yun is considered to have the strongest sword in the world. A young man can conquer the world with his sword alone.

One person and one sword, for more than ten years, the Demonic Sound Sword can kill the servants of God with fear.

"I think there is no god in this world, because if there is, then why am I not the God of Swords?"

This is what Liang Yun said when he entered the sixth realm at the age of thirty-eight.

However, the more warm it is, the easier it is to be invaded by the cold.

In an accident, he was captured by a mad god and became a living dead.

Since then, the edge of the Demonic Sound Sword has been pointed at humans.

The hero has since become a devil. People like Liang Yun who should have left their names in history have also been deleted from history because of their "dramatic change in temperament."

After so many years and such severe torture, his state has already plummeted, and he is no longer what he was before.

Fortunately, otherwise Xinyuan would have been a corpse by now.

Xinyuan felt what the man in front of him had gone through, and suddenly he couldn't help but feel a burst of sadness, followed by a surge of anger.

In other words, he was once conscious but unable to control his body.

Did he kill his wife, children, and brothers with his own hands?

Xinyuan could immediately understand where the overwhelming despair came from.

He wouldn't dare think about it if it were him!

Presumably at that time, he must have prayed countless times, hoping that the enemy would grant him death.

Looking up, he was surprised to find that Liang Yun's state had changed.

Black-red blood began to slowly flow out of his dark eyes.

Those are his blood and tears.

Then, as sharp as Xinyuan, he immediately felt that there was a trace of confusion in the opponent's airtight sword moves.

In an instant, he dodged and carried countless sword energy, Xin was far and near Liang Yun's body.

He slapped a palm with his right hand and stamped it on the opponent's chest.

"Icestorm!"

Amidst the tragic roar, a burst of black smoke came out of Liang Yun's body, accompanied by a foul smell.

[Liang Yun: Good job! Come on]

[Liang Yun: Come on, go on, let me go]

[Liang Yun: It’s a pity that I, the best sword in the world, can no longer protect this world]

Listening to the whispers in his mind, Xinyuan suddenly had a thought.

He reached out and grabbed Liangyu's shoulder, and activated the hand of re-engraving!

"Probability, help me!"

"For the sake of you, I haven't been able to copy it successfully for so many days!"

"Let me keep his ability!"
Chapter completed!