Compared with Bai Yu and others, the other two groups of dynastic-level Humane Alliance teams have also overcome obstacles all the way, and they are even better than Bai Yu and others in the limelight.

After all, under Bai Yu's instructions, none of the heroes under his hands were too prominent, and they were all clumsy within the scope of their ability.

The other two groups did not have such concerns, one stood behind the sword tomb, and the other stood behind the old hooligans of the Buddha Gate.

In another space, Liu Wuchang inserted the long sword in his hand back into the sheath, and behind him, a huge orc with the size of dozens of zhang spread downward from a blood mark in the center of his eyebrows, one by two.

"The generation of Sword Tomb has produced a good seedling. The woman in white exclaimed.

One person, one sword, sweeping all the way, Liu Wuchang's sword is very fast, and everything is not cut.

......

It was a dark night, but also a stormy night.

Outside the door, thunder flashed, and the panicked screams of the villagers could be heard from the village, as well as the screams of the horse bandit laughing wildly.

The rain was heavy and the wind was strong.

A flash of thunder flashed, setting off a dark shadow outside the window.

With a crisp pop, a sharp horse chopper smashed the window, and then a hideous and crazy face poked out of it, looking at the only woman in the room wantonly with greedy and ** eyes.

Smashing the window, a bloated figure bursts in through the window.

The woman, who had always been calm and timid, suddenly had great courage at this moment, "What is coming at me, let my child go!"

Behind the woman, six-year-old Liu Wuchang was thin and lonely, with a pair of eyes full of tears, staring blankly at the scene that happened in front of her.

After the bandits left, the village with heavy losses wailed.

The humiliated woman hanged herself in order to maintain her last virginity.

Only the young and ignorant Liu Wuchang was left to live a difficult life in the village alone.

The villagers, who had suffered humiliation because of poverty, vented their usual anger on the lower people, and Liu Wuchang, an orphan who had no father and mother, became the best target to vent.

Night after night, Liu Wuchang, who was covered with wounds, kept swinging his sword in the dark night, and when he couldn't afford an iron sword, he used the branches he picked up to practice his sword.

One sword, two swords, three swords.

He didn't know if it would be useful to practice swords like this, but the mythological biographies he had read before showed that the top masters practiced swords day after day, year after year, and they eventually became famous heroes all over the world.

He didn't know that this sword practice also required exercises, and simply practicing the sword was only to improve his fighting skills, and if he didn't improve his cultivation, it would be a waste after all.

Others saw him practicing swords and laughed at him.

A poor orphan also wants to be a master, and also wants to be a swordsman on top.

So the person who bullied him worked harder and harder, and there was an almost perverted pleasure in his heart.

Every time I beat this little orphan and saw his eyes staring at himself and others, these people were inexplicably panicked in their hearts, and they beat and scolded harder.

In order to strengthen his body, Liu Wuchang went to the butcher's shop at the entrance of the village to pick up discarded rotten meat and raw meat with hard fur.

When his body grew stronger and older, he began to hunt prey in the surrounding mountains and forests.

Each time he danced on the brink of death, and every time he rose from hell in the despair of life.

He still doesn't know how to practice, but his body is getting taller and stronger, his swordsmanship is becoming more and more ruthless, more and more decisive, practicing swords day and night, in addition to sleeping, hunting, eating, and eating, he keeps practicing swords, wielding the same sword moves.

I don't know when the people in the village who liked to bully him noticed that he was getting stronger and stronger, until that day a whole seven people fell in a pool of blood in front of his house.

Everyone looked at him with frightened eyes, some ran to the government to report to the official, and some raised the nail rake in their hands and stared at him like a demon.

Even if those people bullied him first and bullied him for so many years, even if he just fought back as a victim.

But these villagers don't pay attention to so much, they just think that Liu Wuchang is an orphan and should be bullied! If he dares to fight back, it is wrong for Liu Wuchang.

Liu Wuchang didn't speak, although there are many people in this village who often bully him, there are also people who often help him, and he can't kill everyone after all.

He simply picked up his worn-out iron sword and strode away in the aisle that everyone avoided.

Even when he was hunted down by the government, he still did not forget the desire in the depths of his soul, that is, to become a real swordsman, I don't know when he fell in love with the sword, liked the breath of the sword, and liked the heartbeat of the sword.

He thinks the sword is alive.

Alone, he has no one to accompany him, and his world has been dark since he was six years old, and only the sword accompanies him in the dim world.

On the day when he was wanted by the government, he fled all the way in embarrassment, and on that day, the government laid a net in a dangerous place, and the government was about to capture and kill Liu Wuchang, a vicious gangster, and an ordinary person who had not cultivated could kill the martial artist of the Tiangang realm with his own swordsmanship alone, and this talent made the government feel afraid.

Just when he was thinking about dying, a tomb rose silently in the depths, and the tombstone cracked silently, swallowing him into the sword tomb.

From that day on, the Sword Tomb had one more heir - Liu Wuchang.

......

Liu Wuchang's sword is ruthless, focusing on killing, and if he can kill him with one sword, he will never cut out two swords.

Each of his swords is aimed at the enemy's vital points, specializing in the enemy's heart, throat, brain and other major vital points, which is also related to Liu Wuchang's experience, which made his character extremely decisive and ruthless when he was a child.

To put it simply, people don't talk much.

On the other side, the eight-armed Arhat Lan Ye, the eleven monks who followed him had already killed a full seven of them, and only four remained.

In the void, the corpse of a half-orc lying on the ground with all limbs broken and twisted slowly disappeared into space.

The performance of the Terran is extremely dazzling, not only at the dynastic level, but also at the dynastic level, the imperial dynasty level, and the Divine Court level, the Terran contestants are extremely strong, sweeping away the fatigue of the last Heavens and Ten Thousand Races Exchange Conference.

The woman in white probably understood why, in the past, the human race had been ranked in the middle of the heavens and all the races, hovering among the forty or fifty, but she didn't know that the period before the last conference was a period of fierce internal strife and strife among the human race, and the internal strength of the human race was seriously consumed, and it was dangerous to fall out of the top 100.

Although this ranking also plays a good-looking role, it will not play a big role in the struggle of forces.

But at this level, the power is cheeky, so the women in white behind several players in this session vaguely saw the shadows of some big forces. [.]