"For the third generation, the holy land in his heart is the Martial God Continent, so he devoted his life to protecting this holy land!" Ye Shaohan rubbed the mark between his eyebrows and murmured.
"A long time ago, I was thinking, what does the Moon God represent? Invincible state, or supreme status?"
"I was still a little confused before, but in the past ten years, I have understood and I have seen that when Huacheng is attacked by a tide of beasts, even the elderly will hold the sword in their hands and defend this holy land!"
"Moon God, it does not represent realm, it does not represent status, it represents a kind of hope!" Ye Shaohan suddenly stood up and his eyes fell on the Huacheng in the distance. The snow started to fall again, and the Huacheng in the wind and snow was a bit unreal.
, the lights are dimming a bit.
"Xiao Luo, I suddenly have the urge to go for a walk in the Flower City and see those familiar streets!" The Moon God mark was filled with a faint light, and Ye Shaohan's eyes were as bright as stars.
"I want to go for a walk too!" Xiao Luoxue walked forward with her dress fluttering.
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In the darkest hour before dawn, the snow started to fall again, and snowflakes hovered over the Flower City.
The dim lights swayed in the wind, and hundreds of warriors patrolled back and forth on the city tower, like sword towers standing on the city tower.
In the ancient alley, the light fragrance of plum blossoms hits your face.
Ye Shaohan and Xiao Luoxue 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 street, including women, children, and children.
Inexplicable sadness infected the flying snow catkins. Ye Shaohan and Xiao Luoxue 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 it 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 Shaohan 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 the rusty 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 this land we are on!" The old man stopped moving 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 Shaohan and Xiao Luoxue 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!" Xiao Luoxue murmured.
"No, when the sword is sharp again, he can still draw the sword!" The bloody moonlight fell on Ye Shaohan like water, and Ye Shaohan 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 Shaohan murmured with a look of reminiscence in his eyes.
"What choice?" Under the background of the blood moon, Xiao Luoxue had a touch of enchanting beauty.
"Wait to die or undergo transformation!" Under the wind and snow, the rusty sword 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 fall off completely, and then wait for new beaks to grow back."
"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 above the nine heavens again!" Ye Shaohan chuckled and pointed at the old man in the courtyard, "When the sword is sharp again, he will become a swordsman!"
"This may be the way of perseverance for the three generations!" Ye Shaohan 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 Shaohan 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 Shaohan's figure gradually became hazy, with four sword shadows surrounding him.
"Perhaps this is the way of a warrior." Xiao Luoxue murmured, turned around, and followed Ye Shaohan.
"The title Moon God is too heavy!" Ye Shaohan 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 Shaohan again.
The vast white world disappeared under Ye Shaohan's induction, 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 were heard all over the place. The whole city was like a hell on earth.
A sad atmosphere enveloped the whole place. A middle-aged man in white clothes stood on the ruins 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, shuttled 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 single 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 the moon fell, foreign enemies invaded, the mountains and rivers were made of flesh and blood, and millions of creatures were like earthly dogs!"
"As Spirit Emperor warriors, we can only watch helplessly as foreign enemies massacre our compatriots!" The middle-aged man murmured, "In this life, I only regret that I cannot kill all the foreign enemies, and I only regret that I cannot defend my homeland!"
"What's the point of cultivating to reach the sky? The second generation Moon God has fallen, 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 Martial God a chance to survive!" The middle-aged man laughed wildly. He had mediocre qualifications and relied on the humblest self-confidence and persistence to get to where he is today.
In the past, the second-generation Moon God declared that he would not be able to break through the Lingzong realm in this life, but he sharpened his sword on the ten thousand feet of glaciers for thirty years, and finally broke through the Lingzong realm.
It took ten years to understand the rules, and ten years to develop magical powers! The middle-aged man dragged a heavy sword with a murderous intention, 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, just like the stones dropped in the sea without causing a splash.
"Xiao Jianyu, you, a mediocre person, have such great ambitions, how can we lag behind you!" The roar still lingered in the middle-aged man's ears, but the light of the swords had dimmed, and several pillars of blood rose into the sky.
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"Everyone!" Looking at the tragic death of his former brothers, there was no sadness on the middle-aged man's face. This is the fate of the disciples of the Fateful Sword God Sect, and their only way home is to die 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 towards the foreign enemy army with a sword. He waved the sword in his hand crazily, exchanging lives for lives with the sword, bringing 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, and it wasn't until the cold raindrops started to fall that he opened his eyes, dragged the heavy sword, and stared blankly at the ruined city tower. There was 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 in the past, 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 many 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.