A strange blood-colored full moon hung high in the night sky, and it seemed to flow with sticky blood.

The blood-colored moonlight was sprinkled, and the world under the night was a blinding scarlet.

The once prosperous city was now engulfed in flames, and crimson flames rose into the sky, and the flames burned the entire sky red.

Countless mutilated and charred corpses lay across the long streets, and the bubbling blood stained the entire city red.

Wailing, weeping, begging for mercy, cursing...... A variety of voices mingle together.

It's like purgatory on earth.

“…… Don't be afraid, brother is here! ”

There is such a soft voice of comfort in the ear, like a gentle wind through a stream, there is a calming power.

The little boy who had long been frightened by this scene of annihilation and had tears on his face, saw the arrival of his relatives, threw himself into his brother's arms and cried.

But the little boy who sought refuge in his brother's arms felt the warmth and smoothness of his palm, and spread out his palm, and his palm was full of blood.

"Brother...... Brother, your body ......"

Only then did the little boy realize that his brother, who was like a god of war in his mind, invincible and omnipotent, was now covered with deep bone scars, especially the torn wound on his chest, and the beating heart could be seen underneath.

Blood gushed out, staining a snow-white shirt with crimson.

"Those people outside want to eat your brother, but my brother is not familiar with them, so of course he won't let them eat it...... Ahem, ahem! It seemed that the injury was involved, and the blood-clothed boy spat out a mouthful of blood.

"Brother......

Seeing his brother like this, the little boy couldn't help himself with grief, and he didn't know what to do now, so he could only cry helplessly and cowardly.

A blood-stained palm gently wiped away the tears on his face for him, and said softly: "My brother is going to die, it doesn't matter if I die, but what I can't rest assured about is Xiaoli you." You are only so young, you can't take care of yourself, and your personality is too kind and weak, you like to cry when you encounter difficulties, and you will not have a brother by your side in the future...... Ahem, ahem! ”

Another big pool of night-purple blood.

"Don't cry!"

The little boy wiped the tears from his face and choked up: "Brother, don't you want to die, it's okay, Xiaoli will definitely listen to you well in the future, become strong, and won't cry anymore!" Brother, don't die, don't leave Xiaoli, okay? ”

A smile of relief appeared at the corner of the blood-clothed young man's mouth: "Before leaving, my brother has a final gift for Xiaoli you." ”

"I don't want any gifts, I just ask my brother not to die!"

The little boy shook his head desperately, as if he would not leave him as long as he did not accept his gift.

The blood-clothed young man stroked his younger brother's head, his eyes full of reluctance and nostalgia: "Haven't you always been looking forward to one day being able to have cultivation qualifications and become a big man who can control the clouds like those immortal sect masters?" As long as you accept this gift from your brother, all your wishes will be fulfilled, and you may become a very powerful immortal in the future. ”

"I don't want to learn spells, and I don't want to be an immortal anymore, as long as you don't leave Xiaoli, brother!" The little boy could no longer hold back the sadness in his heart, and began to cry again.

"Xiaoli is obedient! Didn't you just promise your brother that you would be obedient and become strong and stop crying? ”

"But I ......"

"Nothing more, those people...... It's already coming! ”

The blood-clothed young man sensed the approach of those breaths in the distant night sky, and said with a serious expression: "Xiaoli, come and eat my brother!" This is my brother's last gift, and it is the only thing you can do now, you must live well! ”

"Eat...... Brother you? ”

The little boy was stunned and looked at his brother stupidly.

But then, he saw a scene that he will never forget.

With a muffled sound like a sharp weapon piercing through his body, his brother actually inserted his palm into his already injured chest and held the heart that was beating weakly.

"Anyway, brother, I was born with a destined fate to be eaten!"

The last picture the little boy saw was his brother's tearful face, and the helpless wry smile at the corner of his mouth like a doomed fate.

Something bloody was forcibly stuffed into the mouth, it was very bitter and astringent.

My heart hurts and I want to cry, but I have promised my brother......

No more crying!

……

……

Dreams are annihilated and shattered.

Inside the stone house at the top of Sword Peak.

A pair of eyes slowly opened from their slumber, and the ten thousand sword weapons on the sword peak trembled slightly at this moment, as if they were welcoming the return of their common monarch.

What kind of eyes are they, there is no sadness or joy in them, an indifference that is above the world.

Sharp as a peerless sword, people dare not look directly.

He stood up slowly, dressed in white and as white as the moon, his skin was as white as jade porcelain, his facial features were delicate and handsome, and his temperament was elegant and dusty like a fairy, as if he did not belong to this earthly world.

And the long hair that fell to the waist was as pale as snow, as if after experiencing the vicissitudes of the world, it was washed away and forgot its original color.

With such a look, he can really be described as the best beautiful boy among beautiful boys, just such a handsome and beautiful appearance, even many women will be ashamed of themselves, ashamed of themselves.

And this person is naturally the master of Dongfang Qingyue, the sword master of the world.

Few people in the world have seen the true face of the sword master, because generally those who can see the true face of the sword master have become dead people in the end, and dead people will not speak and gossip.

In the past few hundred years, the name of "Sword Master" is enough to scare many people, because the entire cultivation world knows that this Sword Master has always been ruthless and decisive, and has caused countless killings, and the corpses under his feet are like mountains of blood.

The main thing is that no one can sanction him.

All those who were his enemies in the early years are now dead, and even the grave grass is more than three meters high.

And the Sword Master, after a hundred years of retreat, is once again preparing to enter the WTO!

I don't know, which families will be unlucky this time, it is estimated that many people will not be able to eat and be unable to sleep at night after knowing the news.

After standing up, he reached out and grabbed the sword beside him, which was worthy of life.

And this sword is known as "the first sword in the world"!

But in fact, this sword, which makes the sword owner cherish his life, is not a peerless sword, not even a sword.

Because it's just a wooden sword.

The most common wooden sword, made of the simplest wood, is generally used as a toy for children.

On the hilt of this wooden sword, there is a line of handwriting carved into it, which seems to have become a little blurry and hazy after a long period of time.

The font is slightly crooked, like a child's hand-scribbled -

"The first sword in the world!"

This is the name of this wooden sword in the past, and it may have been just a child's mentality for fun, but now it lives up to its name and has become the real number one sword in the world!

Because this sword is held in the hands of the sword master, it is naturally recognized as the best in the world!

Even if it'...... It's just a mediocre wooden sword that can be easily cut off by even the worst iron swords.

"Finally...... I've waited for you, brother! In this life, I will protect you and cut off all the shackles of fate for you! ”