Linlongdao, Jizhou, Jing'an Prefecture, born in a single family for several generations, all engaged in the profession of swordsman
I still have some talent, and I was already very good with a sharp sword when I was ten years old. I succeeded my father and became a swordsman.
At that time, the world was in chaos and the law was in chaos. In one autumn, hundreds of heads could be chopped off. Within a few years, I was too late.
Someone's profession has rules. The executioner's profession is said to have no taboos, but in fact there are rules.
Swordsmen in small places are not allowed to behead more than ninety-nine heads, but I have already beheaded nine hundred and ninety-nine heads.
But I was only in my twenties and had a restless temper. It happened that that year, there was a war on the border.
The Lord of the Heavenly Wolf Court, "Zhuoli Getu" led a million-strong fighting army to invade the border, hoping to devour the Ming Dynasty when its royal power changed.
That year, there was a raging war. That battle was too brutal.
The imperial court launched a mobilization, and an unknown number of people died in the Ten Paths.
I think I have good swordsmanship and am a good swordsman, but in that battle, I could only start as a civilian.
The war was fierce, and the army had sufficient supplies of all kinds. Before long, I was qualified to participate in the war.
There is no joy, only numbness.
Fight after fight, I don’t know how many wolf cubs I killed and how many times I was injured, but the comrades around me changed one after another.
And I soon became a junior colonel of the Pioneer Army. Then, I joined the Black Armor Jingqi.
I heard that the head coach of this family is the son of the old Linlong King. It is said that Linlong King's concubine used her connections to form a cavalry for her son.
Hey, I hope you're not a playboy...
Chasing the Wind on a red cloud horse, with phoenix wings and a gold-plated mirror, wearing black armor and a cape. Look at this appearance, he doesn't look like a warrior.
But he is not a loser.
In the years that followed, I was extremely glad that I joined the Black Armor Jingqi, not because I was able to save my life, but because I was lucky enough to follow him!
Everyone, including me and eight thousand colleagues, are willing to die for him!
Xuanjia!
Xuanjia!
One battle after another, the reputation of the Xuanjia Jingqi became famous. On the battlefield, the enemies fled away from the vanguard, only to be defeated by us in one battle!
What kind of military god Li Yuan, what kind of Tianlang Jingqi...
Win!
The war is over, we have returned to Linlong Road, we have returned home in fine clothes, everyone has received a reward, and every family has land.
I am reaching the sky in one step.
The great country squire who once bowed his head in front of me, and the great businessman who inherited a fortune sent me a beautiful maidservant...
Our houses, land, and wealth are increasing. Each of the eight thousand people has a wife, a son, and thousands of hectares of land, and has become a very important person.
We deserve to fight for the rest of our lives.
Everyone tells us so, and we think so too.
Until one day, Sun Ershan died outside the palace. One of the twelve commanders of Xuanjia, who had survived a hundred battles, was killed by a stone lion.
That’s Sun Ershan!
His father and brother were all killed in battle, but he himself was the first to attack in every battle and was not afraid of death. He even had his arm broken when he blocked the Divine Arm Governor for the prince.
However, his son raped his wife and daughter and killed his entire family, so he was sentenced to be beheaded...
When the prince didn't see him, he crashed to death in front of the door. Before his death, he begged the prince to let him atone for his son's sins and spare his single seedling...
Unfortunately, his son still died, and the prince himself took the initiative to repair the evil obstacle in full view of the public.
I know that the prince is warning us.
After that, I dispersed my land and property. With only one son, I already had enough food, clothing, and expenses.
But many people are not willing to give up all this...
They are disobeying the prince's order!
It is obvious that they were all veterans who could die at the prince's command!
Now actually...
I didn't understand it, but I couldn't change it. I just followed the prince and moved away from the prosperous Linlong Daocheng and returned to Jing'an Mansion.
I don't know, and I don't want to know how many Xuanjia veterans died that year. I just saw that the prince became silent and seemed less energetic.
He is old?
When that terrible thought came to my mind, I suddenly realized that I was already extremely old...
One day, I found that the prince had left Jing'an Mansion, and I hurriedly chased after him. He was going to enter Dayan Mountain again...
He only took me with him.
Yes, we are all old, and Zhuifeng Chiyunma has been dead for many years. The prince is injured!
Even seventy years ago, he had never suffered such a serious injury, but he was still laughing.
This kind of smile was only seen on the eve of the first formation of Xuanjia, when eight thousand people fought against the 300,000 elite soldiers from the Great Li.
Your Majesty, he...
The evening wind blew the setting sun, and on the wasteland, there were broken flags fluttering, broken weapons and the corpses of white-haired old soldiers stuck together.
The wind is full of the smell of iron blood and gunpowder smoke.
"Unfortunately, this time, I couldn't follow..."
Leaning against the new grave, with his white hair stained with blood, Liu Qing looked plain and dejected:
"Maybe it's useless to go there. We old guys can't help the prince anymore..."
"Maybe the old prince just doesn't want you to have any more casualties..."
Yang Yu sighed slightly in his heart.
More than seventy years ago, during the Three Kingdoms War, more than three million elites from each country fought bloody battles in Liuji Mountain for ten years, staining the mountains and rivers red.
In hundreds of battles, the mysterious knight gradually took shape
This is an elite cavalry that has been forged from blood and fire. From the day it formed an army, under the leadership of Zhang Xuanba,
, is the Ming Dynasty, and even the most powerful army in the world.
But even such a powerful army could not match the passage of time. More than seventy years passed in a flash, and the eight thousand disciples were all old and could no longer return.
Just like Liu Qing.
This was the first time he saw him in the real world, but he had seen him more than once in the fantasy world of Liuji Mountain. His fierce sword skills made him frightened at that time and still fresh in his memory.
But after our Qi and blood have declined, we have suffered wounds from ten years of fighting. Even if there is any good medicine, it is difficult to stop the decline.
The Black Armor Elite Cavalry, which was once famous all over the world, now only has a group of white-haired soldiers who are over a hundred years old.
"There is no Xuanjia who is afraid of death. It is better to die on the battlefield than to die of old age and illness..."
Pushing away the medicine offered by Yang Yu, and declining Qin Si who wanted to come forward to heal his wounds, Liu Qing stood up staggeringly.
"Thank you little brother for sending me the prince's body. It's enough to see him before he dies..."
The veteran soldier who had been severely injured seemed to be having a moment of recovery. He first bowed to Yang Prison and the two of them, and then, with self-reliance and strength, he came to the lifeless Zhang Xuanba...
He pulled out the broken knife and said softly:
"Your Majesty, Liu Qing is here!"
laugh!
The blood mist dyed the wild grass red, it seemed like a sound, but there were more than one sound
On the wasteland, the remaining old soldiers were either staggering alone, or supporting each other to get closer, or using their true energy, or using their swords and weapons, and followed Liu Qing away one after another.
The afterglow of the setting sun has dispersed, leaving only the dragon flag with a mysterious character, hunting and moving in the wilderness.
"Go on your way, everyone."
Yang Yu stood silently and bowed to see each other off.
In the illusion of Liuji Mountain, he had witnessed the rise of Xuanjia, and under the same setting sun, he had watched the legend end,
…
Xuanjia comes to an end.
Eight thousand old soldiers were buried in the wilderness, and it was already three days after all the work was completed.
Huhu
Outside the eight thousand tombs, the wind howled.
The invisible momentum spread, and except for Yang Yu and Wang Muzhi, even the masters from the Longke Palace were unable to get within ten feet.
In the meantime, Yu Fengxian slumped down and sat down, silently transporting the undefeated Tiangang. Following his movements, streams of extremely pure Qi overflowed from Zhang Xuanba's body.
See you again!
Yang Yu focused his attention on perception.
Inner breath comes from qi and blood. In a sense, it has a very distinct personal imprint, which cannot be done by anyone but martial arts.
But hearing it now is completely different from the time when the old man was ignorant and received the Sansha Sanren's teachings.
Three Kills scattered people had been dead for who knows how many hundreds of years, and their true energy was already very little, but Zhang Xuanba's true energy was ten times or a hundred times stronger.
And the true energy contains the person’s immortal will
This is fate, but it belongs to Yu Fengxian alone. She also possesses the undefeated Tiangang, and no one is more suitable to accept Zhang Xuanba's gift than her.
"Will, inheritance.
Feeling the subtle changes in the power transfer, Yang Yu's eyes moved slightly.
Only now did he truly know why Zhang Xuanba chose Yu Fengxian instead of Qi Daoguang.
Because this is the same root and origin.
Not the bloodline, but the undefeated Tiangang.
Buzz!
This was extremely pure Qi, with tiny strands flowing out, dyeing half of the sky golden.
Being in it, Yu Fengxian, with such a strong temperament, couldn't help but groan. There was sweat on his forehead, and it was obvious that he was in extreme pain.
And his aura is constantly rising and rising in this process...
"The inheritance of the Overlord!"
Sighing slightly, Wang Muzhi glanced at Yang Yu:
"If junior brother had not transformed into the Invincible Tiangang when he forged the Hundred Scriptures, then today, it is very likely that you will be the one to inherit the Overlord's inheritance."
"Prince Zhao's true energy is too pure, and his will is too tyrannical. The little princess has obtained it and is even more powerful. If it were me..."
Yang Yu shook his head slightly.
The true energy of the Martial Saint cannot allow a warrior to ascend to the sky and become a Martial Saint in one step. On the contrary, his will will take a long time to pass away.
Not to mention that Zhang Xuanba didn’t choose him, even if he did, he wouldn’t accept it.
Compared with his true energy, that silk book is more important to him.
"That's true."
Wang Muzhi nodded, did not dwell on the topic, and asked Yang Yu's plan:
"The Black Armor has come to an end and the overlord has died. When the news spreads, the dragons and snakes in the world can no longer suppress it..."
"Build high walls, store up supplies, and wait for changes in the sky. Compared with what is coming, neither Tie Hengliu nor Song Tiandao can be considered a threat."…
Looking at the Overlord's body dissipating like smoke in the golden light, Yang Yu looked calm.
One month after the competition, what he gained was not only the improvement of martial arts.
"The sky has changed. Two years ago, when I was promoted to the Tenth Capital, and when I broke through to the third level through the form of light and shadow, I had a glimpse of the future -..."
Wang Muzhi couldn't help but glance at Yang Yu and hesitated to speak.
Seeing the Overlord's body dissipating like smoke in the golden light, Yang Yu turned around, and Wang Muzhi followed him away.
In a deserted forest, the two of them stopped and Wang Muzhi said: "In that corner of the future, I didn't see your figure..."
"Um?"
Yang Yu's heart moved slightly.
"This matter is really puzzling..."
Wang Muzhi frowned.
This naturally shocked and stunned him.
With Yang Yu's current practice and status, even if he is not able to control the world in the future, he will definitely be the one who stirs up troubles.
"unless….."
Wang Muzhi stopped talking, and Yang Yu continued:
"Unless I die before the sky changes..." Not bad."
Wang Muzhi’s expression became solemn;
"My magical power does not deduce or predict. Although what I see is uncertain, it will not be false..."
"Based on my current practice, there may be many people on the Splendid List who can defeat me, but those who can kill me... Yang Yu pondered.
When others heard the news of his death, they either refuted it angrily or were terrified all day long, but although he was a little surprised, he was not panicked.
But thinking about it.
This range is actually very small.
After breaking through the eighth level of the Yuan Peng True Body Technique, his Yuan Magnetic Body was added, and the Burning Spirit Tablet was able to fight against Dark Moon Dharma King without defeat.
The Dark Moon Dharma King's ranking on the Splendid List is much higher than that of Yunni and Nie Longtian.
The people still in front of him are not the secretly Huang Fu people, but in fact they are only ten fingers away...
"Answer me truthfully. This is a question. Are you really going back to the northwest?" Wang Muzhi asked. "Not bad."
Yang Yu nodded and did not hide anything:
"Something has happened here. I have to go back to Montenegro to see the old man, and then I will go back to the Northwest Road..."
At this point, he paused slightly. "Dayan Mountain?!"
Wang Muzhi suddenly spoke, and when Yang Yu didn't refute, he immediately frowned: "You're not really going to Dayan Mountain, are you?"
"I have had this idea before." Yang Yu frowned.
He knew that the True Word Taoist was most likely to be in Dayan Mountain. Although he didn't say it, he naturally had the idea of going to Dayan Mountain in his heart.
But that was just a thought.
He wanted to save people, not seek death. How could he put himself in danger if he wasn't sure? "Get rid of this idea!"
Wang Muzhi looked serious, but felt relieved in his heart. "Don't worry."
Yang Yu agreed, but his heart moved as he remembered something.
With his internal energy flowing out, he looked at one of his destiny.
[Visitors from Extraterrestrial: Lonely souls from extraterrestrial beings are not included in the calculation. After entering and exiting the soul, no one will spy on their destiny by any means...]
"how?"
Seeing Yang Yu's strange expression, Wang Muzhi's heart tightened slightly;
"If there is a reason why you must not go, then it is better for me to use "Spectral Shadow" to go on your behalf than to risk your own life..."
"No need."
Yang Yu came to his senses and hurriedly waved his hand to refuse.
How could he let someone else risk his life on his behalf...
Wang Muzhi wanted to say something else, but Yang Yu had already changed the subject. He took out a bag that looked like skin and numbness.
"How to open this 'race bag'?"
That day, when he was fighting against Emperor Qianheng, Chu Ruyi's sudden arrival prevented him from completing his task, but he still took off the human seed bag.
However, this magic weapon was so magical that he could not see the destiny number on it. Even after several attempts, he could not open it.