"Knock knock!"

Outside the small courtyard, there was a knock on the door. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

"Enter!"

The city lord of Shura City still carefully wiped the iron sword in his hand, and said without raising his head.

Soon there was a squeak, and the door in the courtyard was pushed open.

A beautiful woman walked in, and there was a little girl like an elf hidden behind her, the little girl was not very old, about seven or eight years old, carved in pink, with a pair of big eyes timidly staring at the city lord of Shura City, and her red face was hidden behind the woman, looking a little afraid of the city lord.

"Changwu, there are a lot of people outside? They ......" The woman's mouth opened slightly, her words were quite hesitant, her eyes stared at the silver-haired middle-aged man in front of her, and her expression was full of worry.

"Ignore it!"

The silver-haired middle-aged man shook his head, "I, Jing Changwu, this time, life and death are unknown, those people tend to be inflammatory, if I live and die, they will definitely choose to surrender!" ”

"They just want to probe the wind, if it was before, they must have been eager to come and ask, but now that I have achieved the sacred, they dare not be presumptuous, they can only knock on the side!"

"It's just villains!"

The 'they' in the mouth of the silver-haired middle-aged Jing Changwu are those generals, families, forces, and so on in Shura City.

The power of these people is rooted in Shura City, I don't know how many years it has developed, and the relationship between them is complicated and involves too much, so the city lords of Shura City in the past generations have also turned a blind eye to their management, as long as they don't make any big trouble, they don't pay attention to it.

It's just that now, life and death are at stake, and these guys naturally can't bear it.

"Father, you're going to win, aren't you?"

Behind the woman, the little girl spoke timidly.

"Xingyue!" Jing Changwu stared at the little girl, his only offspring, with a touch of soft color in his eyes.

He looked at his daughter's eyes, saw that he was so timid, and a faint guilt rose in his heart, he was still too strict with his daughter, and his daughter still has a fear of herself, as soon as he thought of this, a faint sadness emerged in his heart.

"Xingyue, come here!"

Jing Changwu put down the iron sword in his hand and beckoned to the little girl.

"Father......" The little girl hesitated.

Seeing this, the woman touched the little girl's hair and said softly, "Xingyue, go to your father's side!" ”

"Yes, Mother!"

Hearing this, the little girl nodded, and then slowly walked to Jing Changwu's side.

Jing Changwu slowly held the little girl in his arms, kissed her forehead gently, and then looked into her eyes and said, "Father has always hoped that you can become the next generation of my Jing family over the years, but he has ignored your feelings, it's my father's fault!" ”

"Are you willing to accept your father's apology?"

"Father!" The little girl was stunned, this was very different from her impression of her father, who had always been strict with her cultivation, and her little head couldn't turn for a while.

"Father will definitely come back, after he comes back, take our little Xingyue to the Yunduan Mountain Range to see the sea of clouds, and go to the shore of the East China Sea to see the sea tide......"

Just when the little girl was ignorantly feeling her father's care, Jing Changwu suddenly pointed to her eyebrows, and suddenly, the little girl's body was crooked and she fainted directly in his arms.

"Changwu, what did you do?" The woman was shocked.

"Yunjin, Xingyue, she's fine, she just fainted!" Jing Changwu said to the woman, slowly touching the little girl's forehead as he spoke, and whispered to himself, "I passed on the way of my life's cultivation to her, from quenching to sacred, and let her inherit everything I have!" ”

"When I die, she will be the only heir of my Jing family!"

"Remember, if I die in battle, leave here with Xingyue, leave Shura City, find a place where no one is there and live quietly, and never come back!"

"Changwu ......" The woman didn't know when she had burst into tears!

……

What should come will always come.

Jing Changwu carried the iron sword on his back, flew out of the City Lord's Mansion, and flew directly towards the direction of the fat man.

From the moment he left, he had the idea of victory in his heart, and it was also the idea of death, after all, with one enemy and two, he was still a new sacred, and there was no advantage at all on the scene, and there was no chance of winning.

If it is ordinary sacred, it is estimated that it will not go.

But he would.

As a ray of light swept through the sky, Jing Changwu's figure appeared directly in front of the fat man.

Full of silver hair, a face as sharp as a knife and an axe, especially the pair of eyes, the bright pupils are as dazzling as sharp sword light.

"Is Your Excellency the Shura of the current generation of Shura City?" The fat man looked at this person, his face unchanged, and asked directly.

"Jing Changwu!" The silver-haired middle-aged man said indifferently.

"Li Xin!" "Hide the green mountains!"

The fat man and Zang Qingshan also reported their names, which is a kind of respect.

"Jing Changwu, Shura City Lord, presumably Your Excellency also knows the purpose of my two coming this time, so tell me, did you choose to surrender? Or is it war? ”

The fat man said.

"Fight!"

Jing Changwu didn't talk nonsense, he said it bluntly, and a terrifying momentum erupted from his body, and sharp sword intent suddenly filled the sky, cutting the four directions of heaven and earth.

"Isn't that the right choice?" The fat man ignored the sword intent around him and said coldly, "Are you so confident that you can fight one against two?" ”

"Can't!" Jing Changwu shook his head, "But I have to come!" ”

His gaze was as calm as water, looking down at everything below, and he said in a calm tone, "For hundreds of millions of years, from the ancient era to the present, my Shura City has stood here, resisting millions of invasions, large and small!" ”

"There have been victories and defeats, but among the Shura of the past dynasties, there has never been a person who has been timid without a fight!"

"This is the honor of my Shura City, and it is also the honor of my Jing family!"

Between the words, Jing Changwu's momentum became stronger and stronger, and more and more terrifying.

After his right hand wiped goodbye, suddenly, he only heard a loud sound, and the iron sword that had been carrying behind his back was pulled out by him, pointing directly at the fat man.

This is an ordinary iron sword, and even, mottled rust is derived from it, which looks extremely dull and rusty, but the fat two feel a strong will on this iron sword, a kind of iron-blooded immortal faith.

This belief has penetrated through the ages and is deeply ingrained in the iron sword, making this ordinary mottled rusty sword have extraordinary power.

"This sword ......"

The fat man and the two glanced at each other, their faces solemn.

"This is the weapon used by the first generation of my Jing family's ancestors, Jing Xuanhuang, before the ancestor died, he dissolved all his essence into this sword to create immortal faith, and then in the future, every generation of Jing family heirs, every generation of Shura is like this!"

"Faith is honor, and honor is the rust on this blunt sword, the more mottled and stubborn, the more glory!"

(To be continued.) )