Chapter 1119 The end of the street, where the road is
In the darkest hour before dawn, the snow started to fall again, and snowflakes hovered over Hua City.
The dim lights swayed in the wind, and hundreds of warriors patrolled back and forth on the tower, like sword towers standing on the tower.
In the ancient alley, the light fragrance of plum blossoms blows towards your face.
Ye Chen and Qian 11 Xue Fei were wandering on the street, and the fluttering snowflakes fell down. Snowflakes accumulated on their shoulders and long hair, and the snow dyed them white.
From time to time, bursts of crying could be heard from both sides of the petal path, from women and children.
Inexplicable sadness infected the flying snow catkins. Ye Chen and Qian 11xue kept walking along the street. The collapsed attic stood in the cold wind, recounting the glory of the past.
The snow was falling harder and harder, but the snow still couldn't cover up the eye-catching blood stains on the ground.
Some things cannot be covered up, such as the blood on the ground, the scars in people's hearts, and the underlying resentment.
The swaying lights flickered in the wind, Ye Chen stopped in vain, and Gu Jing Wubo's eyes were fixed on a simple courtyard in front of him.
Crack! The blazing fire frame occasionally burst out sparks, and an old figure sat beside the fire frame.
A thin figure nestled beside him, his childishness still intact, his bright eyes staring intently at the old man.
An old man and a child. The old man holds a whetstone in one hand and a rusty sword in the other.
The old man's hand could no longer hold the sword firmly, but he still tried his best to hold it and gently polished the sword body with a whetstone to remove any loose fragments.
Drops of blood dripped down the fingertips, and the old man didn't know it.
"Grandpa, why are you sharpening your sword?" A childish voice sounded, and the child's clear eyes were full of doubts.
"Because we have to defend, defend the land we are on!" The old man stopped and looked at the sky with a faint look: "They have left, and my old bones no longer use my sword, who will defend my homeland?
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"Grandpa, why are you defending? What is defending?" For young children, they do not understand life and death, let alone that their parents have passed away. They only know that they have gone to a very far away place and cannot return.
Coming.
"Because this is our home, the holy land in our hearts!" the old man murmured, dragging the heavy sword again. The rusty sword once again regained its previous sharpness. The sharp blade cut the old man's right hand, and the old man was completely helpless.
I don't know.
Outside the courtyard, Ye Chen and Qian Eleven stopped and looked at each other. The swaying flames were swaying in the wind and snow, as if they could be extinguished at any time.
"His hand can no longer hold the sword, and the meridians in his body are shattered!" Qian 11xue murmured.
"No, when the sword is sharp again, he can still draw the sword!" The bloody moonlight fell on Ye Chen like water, and Ye Chen whispered: "In a very far away place, there is a creature called an eagle!"
"Their claws are sharp, soaring high in the sky, and their claws become the only sharp weapons. However, when the eagle grows to forty years old, their claws have become dull and unable to catch prey, and their wings have become heavy and unable to fly.
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"At this time, they have to make a choice!" Ye Chen's eyes flashed with memories as he murmured...-/--Full text of the advertisement
"What choice?" Against the backdrop of the blood moon, Qian 11xue had a touch of enchanting beauty.
"Wait to die or undergo transformation!" Under the wind and snow, the rusty weapon gradually reflected the bright sword light, but the old man's hands were also covered with sword marks, a bloody scene.
"They have to fly hard to the top of the mountain, build a nest on the cliff, and stay there! Their beaks knock on the rocks every day until they completely fall off, and then wait for a new beak to grow out."
"Then, they use the new beaks to grow back and pluck out their original talons one by one. Then when the new talons grow back, they pluck out their thick and dense feathers one by one.
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"Until the feathers grow back and soar across the sky again!" Ye Chen chuckled and pointed at the old man 1 in the courtyard. "When the sword is sharp again, he will become a swordsman!"
"This may be the way of perseverance for three generations!" Ye Chen murmured, "As a warrior, the way of the swordsman is indispensable!"
"The sword of the first generation is desolate and lonely, the sword of the fourth generation is the oppression of despair, the sword of the second generation is domineering and lonely, but the sword of the third generation is heavy depression!"
"Suppressed feelings, responsibility, holy land, defense!" Ye Chen turned around and continued walking towards the end of the street, his eyes slightly closed, and four bright lights emerged around him.
This silver light tore into pieces the biting moonlight, revealing four pieces of moon-god jade.
Ding! Four melodious sword chants resounded in the streets. Ye Chen's figure gradually became hazy, with four sword shadows surrounding him.
"Perhaps this is the way of a warrior." Qian 11xue murmured, turned around, and followed Ye Chen.
"The title of Moon God is too heavy!" Ye Chen whispered, and his majestic will flowed out in vain on the mark of the Moon God. At the same time, the sword intention of the third generation appeared on Ye Chen again.
The vast white world disappeared in Ye Chen's perception, replaced by white bones and a sea of blood everywhere.
A broken sword fell on the corpse. There were mountains of corpses piled under the dilapidated tower. Wails could be heard all over the place. The whole city was like a hell on earth.
A sad atmosphere enveloped the whole place, and a middle-aged man in white clothes stood on top of the ruins holding a sword.
The middle-aged man looked behind him with a sad expression. Men in black, their whole bodies shrouded in black mist, were walking through the city, their swords oozing with cold light frantically harvesting creatures.
Whether they are old people, children, or women and children who are powerless, these people will not let go at all, just like slaughtering animals.
Endless humiliation and struggle swept across the entire Martial God Continent. The second generation fell. The Sword God Sect, as the patron saint of mankind, could not withstand the foreign enemies. The foreign enemies invaded. Millions of foreign enemies swept across the Martial God Continent. Wherever they passed, not a blade of grass grew, and wailing was everywhere.
The Martial God Continent gradually declined under the baptism of blood and fire, like the setting sun. In just half a year, tens of millions of creatures in the Martial God Continent were killed by the swords of foreign enemies.
Poof! Blood spurted out and fell on the middle-aged man's face. The middle-aged man's expression became more and more sad. "The second generation of Yue Mo, foreign enemies invaded, the mountains and rivers of flesh and blood, millions of creatures are like earth dogs!" "I am here!
As a martial arts monk, I can only watch helpless foreign enemies massacre my compatriots!" The middle-aged man murmured, "In this life, I only hate that I can't kill all the foreign enemies, and I just hate that I can't defend my homeland!" "What's the use of cultivating to the sky?
The second generation Moon God has died, so today I will become the third Moon God in the Martial God Continent!"
"I am willing to shed all my blood to give the God of War a chance to survive!" The middle-aged man laughed wildly. He had mediocre qualifications, but with the humblest self-confidence and persistence, he had reached what he is today.
In the past, the second-generation Moon God declared that he would not be able to break through the Soul Martial Realm in this life, but he sharpened his sword on the ice of ten thousand feet for thirty years, and finally broke through the Soul Martial Realm for thirty years.
It took ten years to understand the rules, and ten years to develop magical powers! The middle-aged man dragged the sword, a heavy sword, with overwhelming killing intent, and rushed towards the tide of foreign enemy troops without hesitation.
Behind him followed several rays of sword light. These sword rays were faster than his speed and rushed into the foreign enemy army. They were like pebbles dropped in the sea, unable to stir up a splash of water.
"Xiao Jianyu, you, a mediocre person, have such great ambitions, how can we lag behind you!"
The long roar still lingered in the middle-aged man's ears, but the sword light had dimmed, and several pillars of blood rose into the sky.
"Everyone!" Looking at the tragic death of his former brothers, there was no sadness on the middle-aged man's face. This was fate, the fate of the Sword God Sect disciples, and the only way back for them who died on the battlefield.
The middle-aged man knew that he would also be buried on this land, his beloved holy land.
Just like those people before, the middle-aged man rushed into the foreign enemy army with a sword. He waved the sword in his hand wildly, exchanging lives for lives, and the sword brought out streaks of blood.
Dense sword marks covered his whole body. The middle-aged man didn't know how many people he had killed, but the sword in his hand became heavier and heavier.
In the end, he lost all consciousness and fell into a pool of blood. The sound of killing gradually faded away. It was not until the cold raindrops fell that he opened his eyes, dragged the heavy sword, and stared blankly at the ruined tower.
, there is no life left in the land for hundreds of thousands of miles.
Dragging his sword and walking among the sea of corpses, he saw his former brothers, the master who loved him, and his wife.
His steps never stopped, and he disappeared step by step into the late sunset.
Millions of foreign enemies are just the beginning. Within a few months, tens of millions more foreign enemies will descend on the Martial God Continent.
There are more and more dead cities in the Martial God Continent. Tens of millions of armies are like locusts. Wherever they pass, there is no life left.
The middle-aged man walked around the Martial God Continent with a sword, and countless people were on the verge of death. He once had his veins broken and became a cripple. He lay on the bed like a dead dog for ten years, unable to move.
In these ten years, he met the love of his life. In these ten years, he never gave up on recovering his cultivation. Ten years of sharpening his sword, and persistence day and night allowed him to repeat his meridians and achieve breakthroughs in his cultivation.
At the moment when his cultivation level recovered, the love of his life also gave birth to a son for him, but (fastest update) he left with his sword, regardless of his beloved wife and infant baby behind him.
"I am a disciple of the Sword God, and I am a citizen of the Martial God. Foreign enemies are rampant, and my mission has not been completed!" Before leaving, he left this sentence. He did not know that after he left, his beloved wife and newborn baby
The baby was brutally killed by a foreign enemy today.
For this mission, he gave up his beloved one. He remembered the day he made the sword and swore: "My sword is only for the God of War!"
For this mission, he was once again on the verge of death. He met many close friends and they fought bloody battles for the common mission.
Another thirty years passed, and those close friends in the past left him one by one, but the foreign enemies were still rampant.
He came to Sword God Sect again, and with the backward Sword God Sect, a counterattack gradually began.
Another thirty years, ten years of war, his years were gone, and his dark hair turned to white frost. A history of blood and tears that lasted nearly a hundred years ended when he became the master of the Sword God Sect.
Under the gaze of everyone, he held a sword and reached the pinnacle of the Martial God Continent. Thousands of people knelt down and shouted: "I have seen the third generation of the Moon God!" Many years ago, he was a humble sword cultivator, and he had great ambitions.
Becoming the third-generation Moon God, his ambition at that time was met with ridicule from everyone, but he felt a sense of sadness. He would rather those people could still laugh at him now.
In his life, he had met two true loves and dozens of close friends, but over the years, these people were buried under this land.
Under the late sunset, his figure is no longer upright and has become older, and his sword has become heavier and heavier. This sword has endured too much blood, tears, and bitterness...
The afterglow turned the sky into blood red. He raised his head, looked at the fading sunset, and murmured: "A very heavy life, three generations!" The snowflakes were floating in the sky in vain, and the flying snowflakes tore everything apart.
, sunset, peaks, clouds, and the loud shouts in my ears gradually dissipated.
"I am not the third generation, but the fifth generation!" the old man murmured. Under the flying snow, the old figure stood upright again, and the frosty long hair turned into ink color again.
The dim lights were flickering in front of his eyes. Ye Chen walked to the end of the street, and there were still bursts of crying in his ears.
Under the bloody moonlight, Qian 11xue's shadow was stretched very long. Her cold eyes turned on Ye Chen, and Qian 11xue said softly: "Are you awake?"
"Yes!" Ye Chen nodded, and the four pieces of Moon God Jade turned into a stream of light and sank into the Qilin Ring: "I had a dream, a very heavy dream!" (To be continued)