Jiang Siming kept waving the Immortal Sword, gradually forgetting where he was. The sword intent around him continued to strengthen, as if it was about to tear this white space apart.
Finally, Jiang Siming suddenly stopped, holding the Immortal Sword in his hand and pointing directly at the sky. The sword turned into dots of golden light and merged into Jiang Siming's body.
At this time, Jiang Siming seemed to be a sword, and the sword was himself. The sharp sword intent of the Immortal Sword spurted out from Jiang Siming's spirit.
"I really can't figure out the artistic conception of the sword. Didn't it mean that the sword turned into me? Or the sword is me." Jiang Siming shook his head helplessly. The scars on his body had healed for some time. After that, Jiang Siming restrained himself.
Sword intent.
"No matter why I came to this white space, it seems that I need to be recognized by the other three swords." Jiang Siming shook his head helplessly.
It turns out that I have never understood my martial soul, I just used it as a tool. Is it really reliable to be powerful without any thought and for no reason? If I gain a power but don’t know where it comes from, then what’s the point of this power?
Go sometimes?
Jiang Siming thought for a while and walked towards the Immortal Killing Sword.
After walking for who knows how long, Jiang Siming could only see that the Immortal Killing Sword was there, but felt that it was never close.
As Jiang Siming walked, the white space around him gradually turned gray. Jiang Siming seemed to have gone through many epochs, feeling a loneliness he had never had before.
The surrounding white color has been exhausted, leaving only endless darkness and the Immortal Killing Sword in the distance that has never been close.
Jiang Siming gradually changed from a handsome young man to an old man. He even forgot what he wanted to do? He just moved towards the sword in front. Jiang Siming gradually forgot what he wanted to do? Forgot his own
name.
"Who am I?" Jiang Siming stopped for the first time. Loneliness and strangeness filled his heart.
Slowly, Jiang Siming finally fell. He closed his eyes unwillingly. At the last moment of closing his eyes, he was still staring at the immortal-killing sword that was out of reach in the distance and whose name he had forgotten.
When Jiang Siming opened his eyes again.
He appeared in a battlefield with blood flying everywhere. Surrounded by unknown dead bodies, countless arrows whizzed past Jiang Siming.
"Ding, ding..." The clash of swords and the cry of battle irritated Jiang Siming's eardrums.
Strange scenes flashed through Jiang Siming's mind. Killing, besides killing, was killing.
"Who am I? Why am I here?" Jiang Siming thought desperately, feeling the corpses falling one after another in front of him. The sudden blood splashed onto Jiang Siming's face. His eyes became blurred.
It was extremely bright red. In Jiang Siming's eyes, the world became blood red, like a killing hell.
"General!"
There was a hurried cry. When Jiang Siming turned his head, the soldier who had just called him was pierced through the chest with a sword, and blood spattered again.
"No!" Jiang Siming shouted desperately. At some point, he had already put on a battle armor. He was holding the Immortal Killing Sword he was looking for before, but he had forgotten it.
Jiang Siming slowly raised his head. Countless enemies came from all directions. But the soldiers guarding him fell one by one. Even Jiang Siming didn't know his name.
"Kill! Kill! Kill!" Jiang Siming shouted frantically. He ran towards the enemy crazily, waving the Immortal Killing Sword non-stop. Every time he swung it, he took away a person's life.
There are no fighting skills or sword moves. This is the most primitive, barbaric and bloody massacre.
"I am the vanguard general of the South, Jiang Siming!" Jiang Siming shouted, not only to vent, but also to wake up the soldiers who had been sleeping forever.
"I am the vanguard general of the South, Jiang Siming!" Jiang Siming shouted for not sure how long, nor how many he killed.
When all the shouting stopped, there was silence all around. It seemed that only Jiang Siming was still alive. There were countless arrow feathers and scars on Jiang Siming's body. The dark armor was stained with blood.
The red clothes soaked with blood made Jiang Siming feel like he was in water and unable to escape. The pungent smell of blood made Jiang Siming unable to breathe.
All the enemies are dead, but all the subordinates are also dead.
Jiang Siming looked at the corpses scattered all over the field, looking at it as far as the eye could see! It looked full of blood! Looking at his hands full of blood, he could no longer tell whether it was the enemy's blood or the blood shed by his own men to protect him.
The shouts behind Jiang Siming sounded again.
"Must win! Must win! Must win!"
Reinforcements from the South Kingdom finally arrived, but among the soldiers who held on from the South Country, only the vanguard general Jiang Siming was left.
"Congratulations to the general for successfully repelling the enemy. It's another great achievement." A middle-aged man who looked like a civil servant stood out from the reinforcements and congratulated him.
Jiang Siming wanted to step forward and ask him, "Why? Why did you come?"
But every time Jiang Siming took a step, the middle-aged man took a step back, and so did the arriving reinforcements.
Jiang Siming saw fear in their eyes, as if he was a madman who only knew how to kill.
Jiang Siming joined the army at the age of 16 and served for twenty years. Countless myths were created by him. Everyone called him the God of War. People in the South regarded Jiang Siming as their guardian. Three-year-old children all know that Jiang Siming, the pioneer general of the South,
As long as Si Ming is alive, the Southern Kingdom will have no worries. I'm afraid they have gradually forgotten that the vanguard troops and vanguard generals are only used to detect the enemy's reality.
"General, Your Majesty has long expected that the general will win the battle. He asked me to prepare a celebration banquet in advance. It's been late. The general has indeed lived up to expectations and successfully repelled the enemy." The middle-aged man civil servant seemed to have mustered up his courage and stopped.
He stopped retreating and said with a bow.
"Hahaha, celebration banquet! Hahahahaha!" Jiang Siming laughed like crazy!
The middle-aged civil servants, as well as the tens of thousands of reinforcements behind him, were frightened by the sudden laughter and showed fear in their eyes.
"Celebration wine? You go and drink it! I want to collect the corpses for my brothers." Jiang Siming inserted the Immortal Killing Sword into the ground. With the sword as a boundary, no one dared to cross it. Jiang Siming turned his back, leaving only a lonely person.
’s back, a back full of inexplicable emotions.
From then on, there was no longer a vanguard general in the South, Jiang Siming. There was a corpse collector on the border battlefield that no one dared to offend.
After decades of wind and rain, Jiang Siming has become an old man. But the Immortal Killing Sword still stands there, and no one dares to pull it out. The body of the sword has long been rusty. Maybe it is
Are you old? Jiang Siming once again forgot who he was today? For once he forgot what he was going to do? He just carried the corpse over and over again, hating the sword stuck in the ground as always.
Occasionally, a few young soldiers from the Southern Kingdom would curiously ask their generals: Who is that old man?
The general will only say that he is the hero of our southern country. It is the same sentence he said back then, "If he doesn't die, the southern country will have no worries."
Finally, it seemed that Jiang Siming could no longer move the body. He sat quietly next to the Immortal Killing Sword, waiting for death to come.
"Old sir."
A childish voice woke Jiang Siming up again, and he raised his eyelids with difficulty, revealing his already cloudy eyes.
"Old sir, why are you here alone?" The young man had obviously just joined the army, maybe out of curiosity, maybe out of pity.