Crowning the SSS Guide

Chapter 71 The Sword of Heaven
The left half of the golden wings spread out, blocking Xi Guang who was holding the sword, like an indestructible barrier.

Golden light spread out on the wings, blocking the endless attacks.

Behind the wings, a slender man stood in place, his light golden eyes were deep, and the uneven patterns on the hilt of the sword were imprinted on the palm of his hand.

The black-winged man's eyebrows raised, "Are you planning to be a coward?" The black feathers around him floated up as he spoke, and their tails were all facing the dawn.

He raised his sword, and his six black wings spread out fully, and he took off into the air.

Darkness spread at this moment, and shadows enveloped Xiguang. It seemed that bony hands stretched out from the shadows, reaching out to grab Xiguang's slender calves.

On the golden boots, there are bony hands that will not let go once they are clenched.

The silver-haired man swung his sword coldly, and under the golden sword light, the bones turned into ashes in an instant.

They are just some inferior means.

He raised his eyebrows, his pale golden pupils staring directly at Black Wing, a man with the same features. His gaze was like the reflection of dewdrops hanging on green grass in the morning, carrying a subtle but clear murderous intent.

The black-winged man's exposed eyebrows and eyes seemed to be painted with a line of pure black eyeliner, and the jade-colored mask was still on his face, making him look weird and evil.

Changes also occurred in him.

The feathers swirled and floated down, and the wings that were originally full of flesh and blood were reduced to jade-white bones. They turned into six pairs of bone wings, with a bloodthirsty light flashing at the edges, and they stood like the scythe of the god of death, standing grimly.

Even if you stare at it closely, you will feel a slight stinging sensation.

Fu Guang wiped away the saline solution that suddenly appeared in his eye sockets expressionlessly, and skillfully added several layers of mental power in front of his eyes.

"So ugly." The person beside her looked at the bald feathers and complained lightly, then turned to Fu Guang and said, "The bones are pretty good though."

"Hey, are you interested in breaking off a piece for your collection?" She poked Fu Guang himself and asked with interest.

"I think it's good that this ugly thing survived." Seeing that no one was talking to her, she said to herself, "I don't know if this bone can be used in the trace-destroying potion."

"If it works, can the starship's skin be removed?"

"If I could paint on a starship, that would be fine."

The weapon of war was like a readily available drawing board in her mouth, and she could do whatever she wanted with it without cherishing it at all.

The girl's long black hair that reached her waist was draped behind her. Her eyebrows were slightly frowned, and there were glimmers of light in her star-like eyes. It was unknown what she was thinking.

She stood up, walked to a distance, stood beside the statue-like sentry, and circled around him twice.

His eyes looked as if he were looking at some commodity waiting to be sold, nodding and shaking his head. He approached and then retreated without hesitation, like a bird.

He grabbed a handful of the sentry's silver hair.

She walked back, her long hair fluttering in her hands.

Then he lowered his head and pulled out the red belt from around his waist. He shook it gently, and it unfolded into a piece of very soft cloth, half a meter long.

The fingertips are covered with water elements, dancing on the fabric, writing and drawing.

From the familiar strokes, it can be seen that the light elemental power is sufficient and flexible, which should be able to act as a light-chasing grass. It remains to be tested.
The blond girl sitting upright lowered her eyelids and stopped watching her every move.

The black-haired girl glanced at Fu Guang and let out a faint hum from her nose, which slowly floated on the water.

Some inner demons are completely opposite to the person himself. Peace-loving people become bloodthirsty, the weak become strong, and the strong-willed become hesitant.

Inner demons can be a person's past, a predictable future, or even a completely different side of themselves. They seek to seize this body and change the current situation that is unpleasant for their "master." It's normal to see reflections of yourself in them. They share the same hobbies and behaviors, but the outward manifestations vary depending on the time of day.

They exist only to allow themselves to survive as long as possible, because hesitation, doubt, and dissatisfaction arise from them.

Are you dissatisfied with the world, wavering about the status quo, and confused about what is happening?
You don't dare to make changes, then let me do it.

Since the appearance of the inner demon, it has believed that the person who created it is not worthy of owning this body. They will take over, become the new owner of this body, and then survive in a different way.

As for the means of survival, whether the individual or the world can accept it is not what the inner demon considers.

Those with weak minds can easily fall into depravity due to these words, give up themselves and become slaves to desire.

Because human desires are endless, no one will be 100% satisfied with what happens.

Those who have no desires and no demands have no inner demons.

So, Xiguang, what is your desire?

In the black sky where no light could be seen, the giant sword that pierced the sky slowly descended without any resistance, with the force of thunder, and the tip of the sword pointed directly at the location of the silver-haired man.

It seemed as if the giant sword would fall in the next moment, blood would splatter, and the sound would disappear.

Xiguang looked at the approaching sword and his wings dissipated. The long sword in his hand and the accompanying sword turned into points of light, like tiny fireflies, which could only light up the corners of his clothes in the thick darkness.

He closed his eyes, stood there with relief, and stopped thinking.

But the sword hanging from the sky did not stop. It continued to move downwards. The cold sword energy and the chilly sword pierced his skin, cut his flesh, and severed his meridians.

He heard the dripping sound of blood, the crackling sound of skin being cut, and the sound of bones breaking.

He heard everything, and his consciousness flashed through his mind, leaving nothing behind and making no movement.

His fingertips were still hanging, and he hadn't even opened his eyelids.

The world fell into silence.

I didn't know when I heard the sweet voice of a girl. Her voice was rising, with a curl at the end. I didn't know who she was asking, "Who will win?"

After a while, there was no response.

The voice continued, "You were so boring in your life, and you've become a boring adult too."

"You don't even want to say a word to me." Her voice was full of grievance and suppressed tears, as if she was about to cry in the next second.

Xiguang opened his eyes, and the sky blue filled his vision. Rusty's head turned around, and this was Yunmengze.

His shoulder ached and he became solemn.

The spirit body flapping its wings with a helpless look on its face was held in the arms of a black-haired girl with her back to him. She would sometimes spread the angel's wings and sometimes touch the halo on the spirit body's head.

"It's really fun." The black-haired girl said with a smile, as if she was playing with a favorite toy.

Not far away, the blonde girl sitting cross-legged on the ground opened her eyelids and looked at him coldly.

"Fu Guang, don't you think so?"

The black-haired girl turned her head, revealing a beautiful face identical to the blonde girl's.

(End of this chapter)