The sun was setting, but there was no trace of tranquility in sight, the broken swords and the vanished lives were all traces of killing.

The summer wind, with a hint of irresistible scorching, rolled up layers of wild sand, and there was still indelible blood in it.

Fallen leaves flutter across the wasteland, perhaps the only memorial to the dead.

The land is cracking inch by inch, and the people who live on this land have to struggle to survive.

I don't know when the drought started, let alone how long it will last, and life is so fragile in the first place.

The crows chirped in frustration, occasionally resting on a white skeleton, shaking their heads, their eyes still so bright, the waiter of death, maybe this is the mockery of the Hades to the world.

Where crows fly, they often haunt the breath of death.

A man, half-dead, moved on the loess, blood flowing from his waist down, and his life was ended with a flash of white blades.

The vision fell from the sky, and the eyes were full of ruins and broken walls, and the body was in a different place.

On the edge of the cliff, a tall and semi-masked man stood beside him, and a person next to him reported: "My lord, the remaining killers in the net have all been cleared. ”

"Killing these trash, it is also to let the leader know that we have not wasted our time in the frontier for so many years."

"Yes."

Turning around, under the pitch-black robe, there was a man who covered half of his face, and a pale golden mask covered half of his face from the left eye down.

The hair is tied up and the long hair on the left side hangs down. Almost blocking the entire left ear, the right eye narrowed slightly, and a cruel smile emanated from the corner of the half-exposed mouth.

His face moved slightly, as if he liked the smell of blood.

"My lord, the chief has a letter."

"Bring it."

A moment later, the man in black presented him the leader's letter, and his eyes, hidden under the mask, slowly opened, flashing with unspeakable excitement. Then he closed it again, as if only his right eye was left.

"It's time to go, I've been wandering around the desert for so many years, I'm a little tired, I can finally go back and see this world of flowers."

"The leader sends a message, and you can go back!"

"No, Lord Tianzhu!"

Raising his head slightly, he looked at the sky at forty-five degrees, but Tianzhu's attention at the moment did not seem to be a beautiful sunset. His eyes crossed the layers of space, as if he had returned to a certain point many years ago.

The man was white-haired and brocade-robed, with a long sword in his hand, his serrated teeth exuding a murderous aura, and the entire blade was swaying with a crimson sword aura.

"Is there a need to choose such a fate?" Tianzhu said helplessly.

"Of course!" The white-haired man smiled wickedly.

"Then, from now on, I am willing to help Your Excellency dominate the world with my life!"

The memories slowly faded, and all that remained was awe of the man. Reverence for the sword.

In the deepest part of memory, Tianzhu will never forget jì, the two murderous seal characters on that sword, shark teeth!

…………………………

A great sword. A man like an iron tower, with eyes like a lion and tiger, a huge scar on his chest, and a thick evil aura emitted.

"Since it's here. Then come out! Katsuchi's voice was still so sonorous and powerful.

Looking around, with a chill that breathes the heart opens.

"Only you?!"

A flash of contempt flashed in Katsuchi's heart as he watched the Assassin emerge. But none of them are familiar.

In the old days, Katsuchi would have been angry because he thought the enemy was belittling him.

But today, he was in a good mood, because he no longer needed to be restrained, he could not be restrained in his hands, he would no longer be alone, a lonely swordsman, but now he turned into a pair of mighty lions.

"I can't imagine that you dare to come back to this day."

The assassins slowly parted, and a purple-clad swordsman stepped forward.

"Yan Xiaoliu? Haha, is it just you? Then your life will be given to me today."

Sheng Qi laughed, and slammed the giant sword into the ground, the swordsman on the opposite side was named Zhang Yan, Yan Xiaoliu was his nickname, and it spread in his spare time.

"One person against one hundred and fifty people, win seven, you are really crazy!" Yan Xiaoliu was angry, and he didn't care about his own people, but now this old killer also called him famous, how could he not be angry.

"Then, today, you will witness it with your own eyes!"

Before the words fell, the sword fell with a bang!

The arms swirled, and in a large circle five feet square, the sword qi exploded one after another, but there was no imaginary corpse across the field.

"You're underestimating, hum!" Yan Xiaoliu jumped high and landed on the branch on the side, glaring at Sheng Qi coldly.

Skynet is restored!

With a threat, four words came out, and one hundred and fifty people were swordsmanlike, like a big net, falling rapidly from the air, and every qiē was so fast that people were overwhelmed.

At the origin of the intertwined webs, Katsuchi seemed to be able to see a spider, spitting out silver threads, and his fangs were exposed, "A spider web, how can it be defeated by the king of beasts!" [Hundred Beasts]! ”

The long sword fell to the ground fiercely, and the whole ground was cracked, and the power of Juque could cut through the big tree with a single sword, and now it could also cut through the net lightly.

The roar of lions and tigers echoed in the mountains, the sound of wolves howling endlessly, and the earth seemed to tremble, as if there were thousands of horses galloping, a net, how to stop the frenzy of beasts, the harmony of beasts, the earth-shattering ghosts and gods, and the nets were shattered by death.

"You!! …… Forever! …… Don't think about it! …… Meet your brother ......."

Before the words fell, Yan Xiaoliu had been cut off by the waist, his intestinal organs flowed across the wasteland, and the dirty blood was sprinkled all over the sky, turning into a lonely ghost and a wild ghost.

"Native chickens and dogs, dare to shout, they really don't know whether they are dead or alive!"

The long sword fell to the ground, and Katsuchi stood quietly, feeling the joy after the victory, especially now that he had no worries.

"You and my brother have long been reunited, but he is judging like this, and he is really innocent."

The shadows were staggered, Wu Kuang walked out with Shi Ran in his hand, and the double mace shimmered in the sunset, which was an aura nourished by blood.

An ordinary blade, only by drinking blood, can it grow, every divine weapon is made of drinking blood, just like every strong man, it is made of white bones, "How many people have you killed?" "Sixty-seven!" "Then I have eighty-three people here?!"

"The strength of the net is getting weaker and weaker!"

"Brother Sheng, it's still important what the lord ordered, and besides, the blood here is too heavy, so it is not appropriate to stay for a long time."

"You, after following Yan Hong for a few days, your temperament has become calm, let's go."

Although this is said lightly, it is obvious that Shengqi thinks that men should be strong, bloody, and as gentle and elegant as the high-ranking lords, and Shengqi does not like it at all.

"Brother Sheng......"

"Okay, brother doesn't say it, he is also your lord now!"

With a muffled sound, Sheng Qi carried Juque on his shoulders, strode away from the blood-colored wasteland, and continued to move forward. (To be continued......)