I am a sword, a sword with my own ideology.

In the last war between good and evil, the three righteous sects of "Buddha", "Tao" and "Confucianism" led by "Buddhism" drove the "demon" and "ghost" out of the prosperous realm and entered the realm of suffering.

And it was then that I was laid to rest in this wasteland with my master.

The wasteland, also the land of war, is located in the north of Tongzhou, which was opened up by a man named Heavenly Demon hundreds of years ago, and since then both good and evil have fought here. Perhaps the resentment is too deep, this wasteland is shrouded in black fog all year round, and there is no light of day, and there is no life.

Although the area of the prosperous realm is not as vast as the bitter region, it has a large population and rich materials, and under the leadership of Sanmen, it is thriving.

And I don't know when, suddenly there are people who claim to be visitors from outside the world, come to the world to teach the law, call themselves Yunhai Shenzong, and live above the sea of clouds............

The wind was cold and the fog was dark.

I woke up from my slumber, and I can't remember how many times I woke up in a daze.

Every time you open your eyes, you can see the loess, dry bones everywhere, broken halberds, and remnants of soldiers, stretching for thousands of miles.

Day after day, year after year, this picture does not change in the slightest. The only change is probably which skeleton is scattered by the wind and turned into loess.

Ren Er's elegance is peerless, and after a hundred years, it is just a piece of loess after all.

I can't remember how many years I've spent in this disgruntled, sand-filled wasteland. Fifty years, a hundred years, or even longer.

I'm tired of living like this, and as a sword, I should go out with my master to fight, kill enemies, and drink blood, and this is my mission, not to be buried here like now.

I feel lonely! I long to fight!

I shouted, almost roaring. However, I am just a sword, and who can hear the cry of the sword?

Besides, who would come to this wasteland without any problems?

Except for the war.

Is anyone coming? Is there anyone coming to this wasteland? Or is there a war?

At some point, two figures appeared at the end of the black mist, bringing a trace of popularity to this lifeless wasteland.

"Dad, where are we going?

"There should be no place for us in the prosperous world. No matter where you go, the ending is probably the same. ”

An old man and a young man walked slowly from the black mist. The elder was about forty or fifty years old, with a burly body carrying a blood-colored spear, and a pair of eyes that were very bright on his weather-beaten face.

The girl was about sixteen or seventeen years old, tall and tall, with a light body, black hair like lacquer, and skin like jade. Raising his hands and feet, revealing an indescribable charm, like a budding peony, beautiful but not demonic, glamorous but not vulgar, charming, incomparable.

The two of them were dressed fairly brightly, and they didn't carry their belongings, so they should have come from the Bitter Realm.

These two are coming to me soon, and I wonder if they will find me, will they take me out of here?

"Girl, if something happens to me today, don't forget it! Don't avenge me in the future, don't reveal your true identity, and live your life in peace. ”

"Daddy, what do you say! You'll be fine. ”

The man didn't reply, and looked into the distance.

Suddenly, a blue light on the horizon dispersed the black mist and came straight towards the two of them.

"It's coming!"

"If you are interested, you can lean on the wind and go up thousands of miles. A Daoist with a dust whisk in his hand and an ancient sword on his back walked over.

Long hair flying, green robes hunting. said that it was walking, but in fact the speed was extremely fast, and in the blink of an eye, it had come to the two of them.

"Are you Mu Liujiang?" the man asked, sweeping the dust.

"Dao Sword Fluttering Thousands of Miles?"

"Exactly. The Hall of Ten Thousand Demons, the Point of No Return, a generation of heroes, the blood-colored Shura Mu Liujiang, you really chose a good place for yourself. This wasteland will be your burial place today. ”

The Taoist didn't say a word, and disappeared with a sweep of the dust, and the ancient sword behind his back was actually out of its sheath and swirling around the clouds.

"Can you wait a moment?"

Mu Liujiang had no intention of fighting at this time.

"This is my little girl, still young. If I die, can I spare her life?"

"Oh?" Wanli Cloud glanced at the girl.

"We have left the Shura Dao, and now we are not in the Demon Dao, but I know that the complex realm cannot accommodate us. However, my daughter is innocent, please let her live. ”

"Alas, children are long. But if you die, I will let your daughter go. ”

"Thank you. Xi Yao, you stay away. ”

"Daddy!"

"Stand down!"

Mu Xiyao slowly stepped back.

"Let's get started, I'm not going to show mercy, and please show all your skills. ”

Mu Liujiang held a blood-colored spear in his hand, and when he went there, it was like Shura having descended into the world, and it was magnificent.

"Okay! At this time, Wan Liyun held his sword and went straight to Muliujiang.

"Shura Thorn!" the two wrestled together.

Mu Liujiang had a slight upper hand with a gun, and Wan Liyun couldn't attack for a long time, so he wanted to withdraw and retreat, not wanting Mu Liujiang to seize the opportunity, and the tail of the gun went straight to Wan Liyun's chest.

The blood at the corner of Wan Liyun's mouth overflowed, and he also took advantage of the situation to retreat, but Mu Liujiang did not pursue.

"It's worthy of a bloody Shura. Wan Liyun gently wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and stared at Mu Liujiang.

"Take my trick again, and the clouds will be overturned. "Wanliyun sword pointed to the sky, and I saw the sword qi breaking through the sky, and countless sword qi gushed down from the air, rushing straight to the Muliu River.

"It's good to come! Shura-heaven cry. A spear flew out and shot straight into the sky. In an instant, countless spear shadows poured down like rain, just blocking the way of the sword qi.

"Shura-Heavenly Fury!" Another spear flew out, and I saw a thunderstorm above Wanliyun's head, and the Nine Heavens Divine Thunder seemed to want to break the heavens and the earth.

"Not good!" Seeing that the situation was not good, Wan Liyun hurriedly collected his sword and dodged. said that it was too late, and as soon as Wan Liyun got up to dodge, a thunderbolt actually split the sky, if he hadn't dodged in time, he would have been dead on the spot.

Wan Liyun held the sword and swirled, and the remnants of the ancient sword appeared.

"The Dao sword is shaking, the first sword, let it be shaken. ”

A sword shadow burst out and went straight to Mu Liujiang to attack. Mu Liujiang's spear was horizontal, and a virtual image of Shura appeared behind him.

"Shura's bodyguard. I saw that the virtual image of Shura stretched out his arm, but he actually protected Mu Liujiang and did not let him be hurt in the slightest.

"Dao Sword Fluttering Second Sword, Cloud Fluttering!" The second sword qi followed, bursting out on Shura's arm. There was a slight crack in the virtual image of Shura.

"The Dao Sword is shaking the third sword, I'm shaking!" At this time, Wan Liyun shot out the third sword, carrying a majestic momentum, shaking the realm of the ten directions.

And Wan Liyun also spurted out a mouthful of blood, obviously it was still a little powerless to use such a killing move.

Looking at such a killing move at a gallop, Mu Liujiang slowly looked at his daughter on the side, "Remember my words and live in peace." If there is an afterlife, I hope to give you a stable home, and it will not take you from place to place, and everyone will hunt you down. ”

"Daddy............"

"If there is an afterlife...... At this time, Mu Liujiang turned his spear, and the Shura virtual image collapsed instantly. With only one person and one shot, he resisted the third sword of Wanliyun.

With a "click", the spear shattered, blood spilled, and sword qi burst out through his chest.

"Remember your promises. If...... If there is an afterlife......"

A generation of heroes, the blood-colored Shura fell to the ground and died. Since then, there is no such person as Mu Liujiang in the world, and a new bone has been added to the wasteland.

"Daddy!!"

"Did you take the initiative to withdraw your defenses and seek death?" Wanliyun's long sword returned to its sheath and swept away the dust.

"Daddy!!" Mu Xiyao hugged her father's body and cried bitterly.

"It is worthy of a generation of heroes, and your promise will be kept, go with peace of mind. ”

"I'll kill you!"

Mu Xiyao cried bitterly, picked up a long sword from the ground and stabbed straight at Wanliyun, but was gently pinched by it.

"Girl, I promise your father that if your father dies, I will let you go. This matter is over, settle your father, and leave. ”

Wan Liyun gently pushed Mu Xiyao to the ground.

"Your father is also thinking about your safety. Now that Scarlet Shura is dead, there will be no one to hunt you down again. You just have to live incognito. ”

"It's time for me to leave, you're sorry. ”

"If you are interested, you can lean on the wind and go up thousands of miles. The clouds swept away, turned away, and disappeared from the sky in the blink of an eye.

On the wasteland, only the sound of a woman crying bitterly, mixed with the sound of resentment and wailing, broke through the nine skies.

Alas, poor girl.

I was held in her hands, and I couldn't help but sigh.

Mu Xiyao kept digging in the ground with the sword she picked up from the ground in her hand. Crying swollen eyes, shouting hoarse throat, worn hands and heartbroken.

"Dad, you're going all the way. I will remember your words and live in peace with your will!"

Mu Xiyao knelt in front of the grave.

"Tick tock".

Rarely, it rained heavily in this wasteland, drenching the beautiful woman's clothes and the beautiful woman's heart. The only good thing is that the rain on the face covers the tears of the sad person.

This kneeling was three days and three nights, and the originally slender body was even thinner.

Should I comfort her? How can I comfort her? I'm just a sword.

Once upon a time, I also cut the world and protected my beloved. Now, I can only see him crying beside me, but I can't do anything about it.

Don't be sad, don't be sad! Take me away! Let me protect you in the future! Please take me away!

But what qualifications do I have to have someone take me away? I'm just a worn-out sword! a forgotten sword!

With a "dang chang", the long sword beside Mu Xiyao seemed to be unable to stand, and fell to the ground, making a crisp sound. And Mu Xiyao was also attracted by this sound, and gently picked up the sword and held it in her arms.

"Do you feel sorry for me too? After that, I will be alone......"

Yes, I can feel your sadness, but I can't do it.