In the Yunshan realm, in front of the Shenwu Hall of Huaizhen, a ten-meter-high figure stands proudly between heaven and earth, which is the most conspicuous and eye-catching building in the whole Huaizhen.

The man depicted in the portrait is holding a long sword full of cracks, his head is held high to the sky, his expression is proud, and his eyebrows are resolute and unyielding, as if nothing can defeat him.

A handsome young man, standing silently in front of the portrait, his heroic face involuntarily revealing a kind of confidence and admiration.

Chu Chen's eyes were fixed on the figure, but the poem that had been widely sung for three hundred years echoed in his mind.

"The sword makes up for the traces of the sky, the flesh and blood protect the door, a wisp of heroic soul returns to his hometown, sings from afar, and the gods and martial arts will exist forever. ”

On that day, the Blood Hell Demon Realm, which was immersed in killing, forcibly opened the boundary gate of the Yunshan Realm with great strength, intending to bloodwash the weaker Yunshan Realm.

Although the Yunshan Realm was closed, the fierce reputation of the Blood Hell Demon Realm was still heard, and they knew that everywhere they went, corpses would be strewn all over the field, and rivers of blood flowed, and all men, women, and children would be slaughtered. For their future, everyone in the Yunshan Realm knew that what awaited them would be destruction and endless killing.

Just when everyone was feeling desperate, one person and one sword stood in front of the boundary gate, alone blocking the 100,000 army of the Blood Hell Demon Realm with a neat appearance.

The Demon Mighty of the Blood Hell Army was mighty, and the killing aura emanating from the array filled the heavens and the earth, and even everyone in the Yunshan Realm could feel the cold killing intent directly into the bone marrow.

But in the face of the boundary gate that was close at hand, the blood prison army did not move, and all they looked at was the burning war spirit in front of the boundary gate.

At this time, that person and a sword are fighting hard, swaying the pleasure of wandering between life and death, and even more shouldering the burden of hundreds of millions of living beings. In just a few hours, thousands of Blood Prison soldiers were killed by this person's sword, and the hundred-man team that had just attacked had been lost more than half, and they were about to become a wisp of dead soul in front of the boundary gate.

Donggong Shaoqing, the commander of the Blood Prison Army, stared coldly, waved his hand lightly, and another team of 100 people rushed out of the army, killing the person who was desperately guarding the Yunshan Realm, Buyuan Pavilion.

Bu Yuan Pavilion was disheveled, and his clothes were stained with blood, but his eyes were like torches, and his eyes were neither shocked nor fearless when he looked at the hundred-man team that had killed him.

Even though the armor on his body was already tattered, even though the sword in his hand was covered with cracks, even though the wounds all over his body were bleeding profusely, dyeing his clothes and armor red, Bu Yuanting knew that he couldn't stop, let alone retreat.

Behind him are the best friends of his wife and children, and behind him are hundreds of millions of innocent beings in the Yunshan Realm, in order to fight for the last ray of life, Bu Yuanting, who gradually felt exhausted, was forced to support his seriously injured body, and moved a small step forward.

The swift sword keeps swinging, taking life after life.

It didn't hurt to slash the shoulder blade with a sharp blade, leaving a deep wound that could see the bone, the spear pierced the chest and destroyed the viscera, and it didn't hurt to splash blood on the face and stain the eyes red. At this moment, Bu Yuanting had only one thought in his heart, fight.

Fight, fight until a miracle appears, fight to the end of life, fight until the last drop of blood is shed.

Soon, the team of 100 people also died on the spot, becoming a nameless corpse on the corpse mountain.

Bu Yuanting's hand holding the sword trembled slightly, and his legs couldn't stop trembling due to the severe overdraft of his physical strength, but his eyes were still full of perseverance and unyielding.

I saw Bu Yuanting raise his eyebrows, wave his hand, and draw a deep sword mark behind him.

"Hahaha, the broken sword builds a barren mountain, the dry bones cover the yellow sand, there is no desire in life, and there is no hatred in death. ”

The arrogant laughter, the arrogant momentum, and the unyielding fighting spirit had already broken through the limits of the physical body, and the Bu Yuan Pavilion dragging the injured body made the murderous blood prison army couldn't help but be moved.

Looking at Bu Yuan Pavilion, who looked at death as if he were at home, the eyes of the entire army of the Blood Hell Demon Realm did not show hatred for his slaughter of his clansmen, but instead showed a strong look of admiration.

"The brave. ”

The commander of the Blood Prison Army, Donggong Shaoqing, muttered a low word, and then glanced at his side.

The two killers beside Donggong Shaoqing immediately knew each other, rushed out, and fought the unyielding Buyuan Pavilion with a knife and a gun.

Seeing the blade attacking, Bu Yuanting raised his sword to block it, but suddenly felt that the opponent's knife was fierce, and he couldn't help but take a step back a little.

The retreating footsteps were close to the sword marks drawn, Bu Yuanting frowned, and shouted: "Don't retreat." ”

The soles of his feet were forced, and the ground under Bu Yuan Pavilion's feet suddenly cracked, and his feet sank under the ground. He pushed his blade away, swung his sword and fended off the spear that was rushing at him.

The spear is fierce and does not lose the strength of the sword, but this time, Bu Yuanting relied on his body to resist the strength, and said that he would not withdraw from the sword mark he had drawn.

Suddenly, only a crisp sound of "click" was heard, and while Bu Yuanting spurted a mouthful of blood, the sound of broken bones came from his body.

Donggong Shaoqing, who was watching the battle in front of the army, saw that Buyuan Pavilion was so brave, and his eyes couldn't help but show a trace of respect.

In the blink of an eye, dozens of moves had passed, and the two killers were ruthless, and they soon had the advantage.

It seemed that the defeat had been decided, but Bu Yuanting frowned, and his eyes showed determination.

The spear and blade came at the same time, and Bu Yuanting's face was calm, and he did not dodge, nor block.

At the moment when the spear stabbed his body, Bu Yuanting said in a deep voice: "I caught you." ”

Immediately, he grabbed the spear and pulled it hard at him, causing it to go a few points deeper.

Just when the killer who was using the spear was surprised, the long sword in Bu Yuanting's hand swung suddenly, piercing the opponent's chest almost at the same time.

Before he died, the killer looked at Bu Yuan Pavilion in disbelief, he didn't expect Bu Yuan Pavilion to end his life in such a way.

But at this moment, the sharp blade coldly pierced through Bu Yuan Ting's body.

"Hey, hey. ”

Seeing that Bu Yuanting was powerless to resist, the second killer let out two cruel sneers.

But before he could stop laughing, he saw that Bu Yuanting's eyes suddenly cold, and he actually reached out to break the blade that penetrated his chest, and then swung it back forcefully despite the fatal wound.

The broken blade slashed through the throat of the second killer in an instant, causing him to stare at him until he died.

The bodies of the two killers fell to the ground one after another, and Bu Yuanting, who was exhausted, couldn't help but bend his knees, and he was about to kneel to the ground.

Suddenly, Bu Yuanting's face showed an unyielding look again, and he stood up again with his long sword.

There was silence in the Blood Prison Army, and everyone's eyes were on the commander Donggong Shaoqing, waiting for his next order.

And Bu Yuanting was also staring at Donggong Shaoqing, he was also waiting, waiting for that miracle.

After being silent for a long time, Donggong Shaoqing's face finally relaxed, and he said with respect: "What an unyielding brave man, he should be buried in the holy mausoleum for my clan to pay respects." ”

As soon as the words fell, Donggong Shaoqing suddenly shouted word by word: "Please punish five times-"

As soon as these words came out, the murderous aura of the Blood Prison Army suddenly dispersed, and instead revealed a tragic aura, and the eyes of each soldier looking at Buyuan Pavilion were also full of admiration.

Then, the five white-clothed sword and axe men paused step by step, one step at a time, and slowly walked from the formation to the standing Buyuan Pavilion with solemn steps.

Behind the five sword and axe hands, five soldiers who were also dressed in white each held a simple bronze box in their arms, and followed the sword and axe hand in front of them, and also walked slowly.

Looking at the approaching sword and axe hands, Bu Yuanting's expression was relieved, and this time he gave up resistance.

Bu Yuanting glanced back at the Yunshan Realm behind him, and gently showed a relieved smile.

"That glance is enough. ”

With a soft word, Bu Yuanting turned his head and slowly closed his eyes.

The five sword and axe men stood around the Abyss Pavilion, and then raised their sharp axes in the air.

"Execution. ”

With a loud shout, five sharp axes slashed down at the same time, tearing apart Bu Yuanting's body in an instant.

The stumps scattered, legs, arms, upper body, lower body, and head flew into the five bronze boxes, and then the lid of the boxes was tightly tightened, and the five sword and axe men and the five people holding the copper boxes walked back to the Blood Prison Army with solemn steps again.

Such a tragic and tragic death is the five punishments that have been passed down for thousands of years in the Blood Hell Demon Realm, and it is also the only hope that the other realms will get a respite from the hands of the Blood Hell Demon Realm.

The Blood Hell Demon Realm is bloodthirsty and belligerent, but it also respects the brave. When the Blood Hell Demon Realm conquers a world, if someone in this world can use their own strength to gain the approval of the commander of the Blood Hell Army and touch the Five Punishment Rites, then this world can get three hundred years of recuperation. Within three hundred years, unless this world takes the initiative to attack the Blood Hell Demon Realm, the Blood Hell Demon Realm will never come to attack.

However, once the Five Punishments are touched, as long as the three hundred years have passed, the Blood Hell Demon Realm will definitely attack, and there will be no more reservations until this world is reduced to death.

Bu Yuanting's death in the Five Punishments Ceremony was exactly the way he hoped for death, no matter whether the Yunshan Realm would survive or die in the future, but at this moment, he had the opportunity to fight to the death for the Yunshan Realm three hundred years later.

When the five bronze boxes containing the remnants of Buyuan Pavilion arrived in front of the army, the Blood Prison army was immediately divided into two sides. Then the soldiers knelt on the ground, dismounted, and looked at the copper box with reverence in their eyes.

As the copper box gradually disappeared, the army of the Blood Prison returned to its original state again, and the military appearance was reorganized, and the momentum was monstrous.

After staring at the boundary gate not far away for a few moments, Donggong Shaoqing frowned slightly, waved his hand back, and shouted, "Retreat." ”

As soon as the military order was given, the Blood Hell Army turned around in an instant, and then retreated back to the Blood Hell Demon Realm with neat steps.

And in the Yunshan Realm, everyone who survived the catastrophe knelt in the direction of the boundary gate, and they were not kneeling down to worship the retreating army of the Blood Prison, but the hero who saved the Yunshan Realm from fire and water with his own strength, Buyuan Pavilion.

In the blink of an eye, two hundred and seventy years had passed, and there were still thirty years left before the Blood Hell Demon Realm attacked again, and all these years, the Cloud Mountain Realm had been accumulating strength and preparing for this impending catastrophe.

And for Chu Chen, who is only sixteen years old, when this catastrophe comes, he must be a member of the struggle for survival.

Bowing respectfully three times towards the statue of the Yuan Pavilion, Chu Zhen turned around and walked into the Shenwu Palace, his body still showing immaturity, but leaving a slightly arrogant back.