Compared with Bai Yu and others, the other two groups of dynasty-level humanitarian alliance teams have also overcome all obstacles, which is even better than Bai Yu and others in the limelight.

After all, under Bai Yu's instruction, the heroes under his command did not show too much, and they all hid their weaknesses within their ability.

The other two groups did not have such concerns. One was standing with the sword tomb behind him, and the other was standing with the old Buddhist gangsters behind him.

In another space, Liu Wuchang inserted the long sword in his hand back into the sheath. A huge orc, dozens of feet in size, spread from his eyebrows, a blood mark spreading downward, one or two in half.

"The sword tomb generation has produced a good seedling." The woman in white exclaimed.

One person and one sword, sweeping all the way, Liu Wuchang's sword was very fast and everything was slashed.

......

It was a dark night, and it was a stormy night.

Thunder flashed outside the door, and the panic screams of villagers from the village, as well as the screams of the horse bandit laughing wildly.

It's raining heavily and the wind is very strong.

A thunder flashed by, highlighting a dark shadow outside the window.

With a crisp sound, a sharp slashing sword shattered the window, and then a hideous and crazy face popped out from it, looking at the only woman in the room with a greedy and full of eyes.

Cut the window and a bloated figure broke in through the window.

The timid woman who had been calm and timid suddenly had great courage at this moment, "What's the matter going to come to me and let my child go!"

Behind the woman, six-year-old Liu Wuchang was thin and lonely, with tears in her eyes, staring blankly at the scene that happened in front of her.

After the bandits left, the village with heavy losses was wailing.

A woman who could not bear the humiliation committed suicide by hanging herself in order to maintain her last chastity.

Only the young and ignorant Liu Wuchang was left alone in the village with difficulty.

The villagers who suffered humiliation because of poverty vented their usual anger on the lower-class people, and the orphan Liu Wuchang, who had no father and mother, became the best target for venting.

At night, Liu Wuchang, covered in wounds, kept wielding his sword in the dark. He couldn't afford the iron sword and practiced his sword with the branches he picked up.

One sword, two swords, three swords.

He didn't know whether it would be useful to practice swords like this, but the top masters in the myths and biography he had read before were practicing swords day after day, year after year, and in the end they became famous heroes.

He didn't know that practicing swords also required martial arts. Simply practicing swords only improved martial arts skills, and not improving his cultivation will eventually be a waste.

When others saw him practicing sword, they laughed at him.

A poor orphan also wants to become a master and a high-ranking swordsman.

So the person who bullied him tried harder and felt an almost perverted pleasure in his heart.

Every time I beat this little orphan, I saw his eyes staring at him and others, these people were inexplicably panicked and beat and scolded harder.

In order to strengthen his body, Liu Wuchang went to the butcher's shop at the entrance of the village to pick up discarded rotten meat, with raw meat with hard fur.

When his body gradually became stronger and his age gradually grew older, he began to hunt prey in the surrounding mountains and forests.

Every time I dance on the brink of death, every time I get up from hell in the despair of life.

He still didn't understand the practice of practicing, but his body was getting taller and stronger, and his sword skills became more and more ruthless and decisive. He practiced swords day and night, and in addition to sleeping, hunting and eating, he kept practicing swords and wielding the same sword moves.

I don’t know when, but the people who liked to bully him in the village found that he was getting stronger and stronger, until that day, seven people fell from the pool of blood in front of his house.

Everyone looked at him with horror. Some people ran to the government to report the officials, and some people raised the rake in their hands and stared at him like a demon.

Even if those people bullied him first and bullied him for so many years, even if he was just fighting back as a victim.

But these villagers would not pay attention to so much. They just thought that Liu Wuchang was an orphan and should be bullied! If he dared to fight back, it would be wrong for Liu Wuchang.

Liu Wuchang didn't say anything. Although there were many people in this village who often bully him, there were also people who often helped him. He could not kill everyone after all.

He simply picked up his worn-out iron sword and strode away in the aisle where everyone avoided.

Even when he was chased by the government, he still did not forget the wish deep in his soul, that is, to become a real swordsman. I don’t know when he fell in love with sword, the breathing of sword, and the heartbeat of sword.

He believes that swords have life.

He was lonely and had no one to accompany him, and he was friends with sword all day long. From the day he was six years old, his world was dark, and only swords were accompanying him in the dark world.

During the days when he was wanted by the government, he fled in a panic. On that day, the government set up a net of heaven and earth in an open area. The government was trying to capture and kill Liu Wuchang, a vicious criminal. An ordinary man who had no practice could kill a warrior in the Tiangang realm with his own sword skills alone. This talent made the government scared.

Just when he was determined to die, a grave rose silently deep inside, and the tombstone broke open and swallowed him into the sword tomb.

From that day on, there was an inheritor from the sword tomb - Liu Wuchang.

......

Liu Wuchang's sword is fierce and mainly kills. If he can kill him with one sword, he will never cut out two swords.

Each of his swords aims at the enemy's key points, focusing on the enemy's heart, throat, brain and other key points. This is also related to Liu Wuchang's experience. His childhood experiences made his personality extremely decisive and ruthless.

Simply put, people are ruthless and don’t talk much.

On the other side, the eight-armed Arhat Lan Ye, the eleven monks who followed him had already died in battle, leaving only four.

In the void, a half-orc corpse, whose limbs were broken and twisted, slowly disappeared into the space.

The human race's performance is extremely dazzling. Not only at the dynasty level, but also at the dynasty level, the human race contestants are extremely strong, which swept away the fatigue of the previous exchange meeting of the Tiantians and Ten Thousand Races.

The woman in white probably understood why, in the past, the human race was always in the middle of the heavens and the 100 races, and hesitated among forty or fifty. However, the previous conference was a period of fierce civil strife and fierce struggles. The internal strength of the human race was seriously consumed and almost fell out of the top 100.

Although this ranking only plays a good role, it will not play a big role in the struggle between forces.

But those who have reached this level are shameless, so the women in white vaguely saw some shadows of major forces behind several contestants in this class.
Chapter completed!