In the eighth year of Xuanwu, a Gobi desert in the Xuanzhi Empire was covered with yellow sand, and the sound of killing shook the sky.

A bloated, greasy man was looking at a figure in the crowd in the distance, his face full of strategy.

The fat man looked at the figure surrounded by the undead, and laughed: "Huangfu cultivates the sword, give up resistance, how can you fight against my 30,000 undead?"

The figure in the group of undead was dressed in golden armor and held a giant sword, shuttling through the crowd.

Every time he swung his sword, the bones fell to the ground, and the golden armor was also stained red by the corpse's blood, which looked extremely violent.

I saw that the figure shouted, and then plunged the giant sword into the ground, and a powerful sword qi was unleashed, and all the undead within a radius of a hundred meters were killed in an instant.

"Such a domineering sword qi, worthy of being a person who has cultivated his sword technique to the Holy Heaven Realm. The man in the distance also sighed.

"But today you are certain to die!"

As he spoke, he urged the formation again, and all the undead who were killed were resurrected.

That person was the Emperor Fu Xiu Sword, who stepped into the realm of canonization at the age of forty, becoming the first swordsman to be canonized in the Xuanzhi Empire, and also made great contributions to the empire.

At this time, he was victimized by traitors and trapped in this undead array.

Huangfu Xiujian half-knelt on the ground and gasped for breath, looking at the triumphant fat man in the distance, and there was a monstrous hatred in his heart.

That fat man was brought up by him back then, he seemed to be honest and honest and dedicated to serving the country, who would have thought that he would be ...... now?

Without thinking much about it, Huangfu Xiujian pulled out his giant sword and rushed into the army of the undead again, and the golden light flickered, and dozens of undead were killed.

......

After the half-pillar incense, Huangfu Xiujian felt a little lacking in spiritual power, looking at the endless army of undead, Huangfu Xiujian frowned, and felt upset.

Shouted loudly: "Wen Zhi, this emperor treats you well, why do you want to harm me now?"

The fat man in the distance listened, did not respond, looked indifferent, and continued to operate the undead formation.

Seeing that Wen Zhi didn't respond, Huangfu Xiujian felt endless despair and hatred, "It seems that the emperor is going to explain here today......"

"No, it can't be so simple for you to succeed!" Huangfu Xiujian's eyes were cracked, and his eyes became bright, and he scanned the surroundings with a giant sword in his hand.

Gritting his teeth, Huangfu Xiujian erected the giant sword and slammed it into the ground, and in an instant, countless golden sword qi drilled out from the ground.

"The sword is small, and the power is thousands!"

Huangfu Xiujian had words in his mouth, and countless sword shadows turned into golden sword rays and floated into the air, stabbing towards the undead one after another.

In an instant, tens of thousands of undead were all killed, and Wen Zhi in the distance was also forced back a few steps by the powerful sword qi.

After a long time, the powerful sword qi gradually subsided, and Wen Zhi also spit out a mouthful of essence blood, secretly afraid: "What a powerful power!"

After adjusting his breathing, Wen Zhi looked at the Gobi Desert in the distance again, only to see that his large array had been damaged and could no longer be urged.

And the Huangfu Xiujian was also lifeless on one knee.

Seeing this scene, Wen Zhi smiled, "Haha, a generation of sword saints is nothing more than that!hahaha......"

Huangfu cultivated the sword with a lifetime of cultivation and released the strongest sword between heaven and earth.

Even Wen Zhi, who was thousands of meters away, was injured by the sword qi, and its power could be seen!

— a few days later

When the news of the "Generation of Sword Saints Destined to Fall into the Gobi Desert" came out, the whole country was shocked and the emperor was furious, and he demanded that the matter be ordered to be thoroughly investigated.

But 100 years later, there is still no result......

Later, the old emperor fell, and Wen Zhi took advantage of the situation to rebel.

The new emperor was too young and unstrategic to suppress the scheming Wen Zhi, and the Xuanzhi Empire collapsed overnight, splitting into tens of thousands of small states......

——Thousands of years later, people have long forgotten the once incomparably glorious Xuanzhi Empire, and the name of Huangfu Xiujian has also disappeared in the long river of history, and no one remembers.

But no one could have imagined that thousands of years later, the divine consciousness of the Sword Saint would be reincarnated in the body of a teenager who wanted to commit suicide in a remote and small country.