A year ago, in the valley of the giants in the southern barbarian jungle, Zhao Yu faced the broken valley, and the lava chaotic will, and stabbed a frost real dragon with the small fearless sword in front of him.

Then the dragon confined the ancient lava giant at the mouth of the forbidden area here, and at the same time the frost filled the sky and the earth was frozen.

In fact, when Zhao Yu first came to the Valley of Giants, although the cold wave that gushed out from the valley was already extremely rapid, it had not yet reached such a level of ice everywhere. Therefore, the reason why the entire outer part of the Valley of Giants was covered with ice like the Arctic snowfield was mostly caused by this frost real dragon.

Time flies, and a year later, the young emperor once again reached out and held the fearless sword.

This short year is actually not long. Perhaps it has changed in a blink of an eye for some existences between heaven and earth, but it is not an exaggeration to describe it as earth-shaking.

"I stabbed this sword here a year ago, but the scene of me stabbing this sword is still vivid in my mind, just like yesterday."

A calm and gentle voice came from Zhao Yu's mouth holding the hilt of the sword. Although the young emperor's back was not burly, he was slender and straight, like a green pine standing proudly in the world.

Then Yanzhi, who stood behind Zhao Yu, stared at Zhao Yu's back with water-like eyes. In the girl's eyes, the figure in front of her magnified countless times, and she was a giant who stood tall and carried the whole world.

Then Yanzhi looked at it, and thick waves began to appear in her eyes, and then these waves turned into tears, flowing downwards, turning into one of the most precious pearls in the world.

"Actually, I feel that this year has been very slow. Because so many things have happened, I and Daxia have improved a lot, but in the same way, I have also lost a lot."

The plain voice continued to come from the mouth of the upright back in front of him, but this calm speech had the power to shock the mind, which made Yanzhi, who was silently watching, even more tears flowing from her eyes. She bit her lips tightly and prevented herself from making a choking sound.

Then Zhao Yu paused for a moment and continued to speak slowly. However, this time, an extremely rare emotional fluctuation appeared in his words, because for him, these losses were all the dark moments that made people feel infinitely painful in life.

"In the past year, I have lost my grandmother, and Daxia has also lost several old men, such as King Bei'an. In fact, I understand that time is rolling forward, and the cycle of life and death is the final destination of living beings, but I still feel extremely sad because it is my most beloved relative."

After Zhao Yu finished speaking, he fell into a little silence, because even the most sad and difficult, he would hide these in his heart, and at the same time show the strongest and most confident side to the cultural relics in the court and to the people in the world.

Because he is the emperor of the entire Daxia, he also supports the sky of the entire Daxia!

If the sky above your head is angry, there will be bloody winds and rains, and there will be sorrows everywhere. If you are sad, there will be strong winds roaring, heavy snow is everywhere. If you are afraid, there will be lightning and thunder, and heavy rains. If you are worried, there will be cloudy and rainy suns. Therefore, Zhao Yu's every move, and even a slight emotional fluctuation, will cause a series of extremely violent chain reactions throughout the summer.

In other words, Zhao Yu, the ruler of the Great Xia, could not have the seven emotions and six desires that could be revealed at will like ordinary people, because he could only be strong and must be strong.

Yanzhi, who was standing quietly behind Zhao Yu at this time, understood more than anyone else. The weight carried by the young emperor on his thin shoulders also knew the pressure in Zhao Yu's heart like the pressure of Kunlun Mountain at this time.

Zhao Yu brought Yanzhi to the Nanman Jungle. Although he wanted the latter to come out to relax and see the different gorgeous scenery on the vast land of China before he was about to give birth, on the other hand, wasn’t he just wanted to temporarily leave the White Emperor Palace, which represents the ultimate emperor, and breathe in his breath?

Two lines of hot tears flowed down from Yanzhi's big eyes, the girl looked at the back that was gently holding the hilt of the sword in front, with a look of care. At this moment, Yanzhi seemed to vaguely see what she had seen when she first met Zhao Yu.

A small body and thin back, strolling in the world in dust, and compared with the present, what remains unchanged is the always straight backbone.

Some people are born to fight and are indomitable, and Zhao Yu undoubtedly has to bear more. Then Yanzhi takes a light step forward, stretches out his hand and wraps it around the waist of the young emperor in front of him. A soft voice sounds from behind Zhao Yu:

"Thank you for your hard work."

Although this mother of Daxia, who is in the world, tried hard to control her voice to be more stable, she still let out some sobs and tears even more. Then Zhao Yu raised his left hand and gently patted Yanzhi on the back of his hand that surrounded his waist. A gentle voice came out:

"I believe that I am very strong, and the fearlessness I hold tightly at this time is the truth that Master taught me since childhood. Retreatment directly means defeat. Only by raising my head and raising my sword forward can I break all shackles.

"The future of me and Daxia is much more than that!"

After the endless domineering voice rolled out, Zhao Yu directly used his left hand to pull out the small fearless wooden sword in his hand.

A year later, Zhao Yu held fearless again.

Holding fearless in your hands, fearless in your heart!

At the same time, as Zhao Yu slowly pulled up the wooden sword, a shocking dragon roar that resounded deep into everyone's souls suddenly descended between heaven and earth, and became louder and louder, and in the end the entire void began to tremble violently.

The vast and endless dragon power, from the violent pressure of the sky, was like the ubiquitous night at night, shrouding all over the body, coming from all directions, with no way to avoid and no way to escape.

"The dragon's power is vast and it has descended into the world. This frost real dragon has come alive!"

A series of horrifying screams came from the mouths of the people on the bone wall. In the next breath, the true dragon entrenched on the giant's remains suddenly opened its eyes. The roar of the dragon between heaven and earth instantly reached its peak. At the same time, the mighty dragon power attacked wildly, causing a large number of ripples on the formation around everyone.

After ten breaths, the Frost True Dragon slowly raised its head that occupied half of the sky, lowered its head and looked down at the bottom, and below it, Zhao Yu held the sword and slowly pulled it out.

Then the young emperor raised his head, and the icy dragon head reflected in his ebony-like eyes. His lips were slightly opened and his voice came out:

"I haven't seen each other for a year, can you come and be safe?"

After the rolling emperor's voice fell, Zhao Yu pulled out the wooden sword completely and held it in his hand. After an instant, the Frost True Dragon roared to the sky, as if responding. Then his huge body raised and exploded into the sky of frost, completely dissipating.

Wushuang frost was flying, and a blizzard broke out in the entire Giant Valley. Under the snowflakes, Zhao Yu threw the wooden sword in his hand to Liang Po in the back, and the calm and majestic emperor voice clearly came to everyone around him:

"Go back to the palace!"

"promise!"

Liang Po nodded in response, and there were two more things in his hand than when he came.
Chapter completed!