The first wave of war broke out in all regions of the entire Zhongyuan Great World, and in the sky, the black and oppressive alien army was frantically attacking the surrounding cities, villages, and land under the leadership of an ancestral god......

The manpower of the three major temples also gathered at the first time to fight with these alien races and resist the spread of war.

Castle in the sky.

At this moment, this huge city suspended on the top of the mountain seemed to be shrouded in a cloud of clouds, and above the city, the black and oppressive alien army surrounded here, condescending, sweeping away at a glance, at least hundreds of thousands.

The armies of these alien races were neatly arranged and gathered together to form some kind of formation that sealed off the entire Sky City.

It is difficult for people outside the city to enter, and it is impossible for people inside the city to leave.

The city lord of Sky City had to gather the city guards at the first time, and bear the brunt of the resistance, fighting with the masters of the alien race to protect the peace of the city.

At the same time, there are many masters in the city, the strong men of the major families, at this critical juncture, they abandon their personal grudges and gather into a powerful force to defend their homeland.

"Kill!"

"Brothers, kill these wretches. ”

"Extraterritorial mongrels, all for Uncle Ben to die!"

In the entire sky, there were shouts of killing everywhere, countless supernatural powers of light and brilliance filled the sky, exploding a cloud of light and rain, and between the battles, one after another broken corpses fell from the sky, raining, cruel and cold.

"This is war!"

In the Sky City, the big boss of Chu had already returned to the shop, standing outside the door, looking at the sky above his head, where the battle was like a cloud.

And on the street, many people were like Chu He, standing there watching the battle in the sky, and those pairs of eyes were full of horror, anger, despair, and so on.

Some young people with poor psychological quality, where have they seen this kind of scene, the whole person was immediately stunned, and then they cried out of shape.

"Mom, are we going to win?"

The toddler asked with his head shrunk and cried in his mother's arms.

"Don't cry, we'll win, Lord Lord, we'll fight back these aliens, we will. "Mothers don't know how to speak, so they can only comfort their children.

They are either too young, or their cultivation is too weak, and under this kind of battle, they can't play a role at all, so they can only watch silently, their heartstrings tight.

And high in the sky, in the howling wind, Zong Lin, the city lord of Sky City, stood there, hunting in a black robe.

However, the robe was torn, and the cuffs and waist were cut by sharp blades, and when the wind blew, you could see the deep wounds under the strips of cloth.

"Ant, do you still want to struggle?"

On the opposite side of Zong Lin, a demonic strong man with the appearance of an insect man sneered again and again, this insect man strong man had thick limbs, a layer of hard and dark armor condensed on the surface of his skin, and there were dark barbs at the joints.

In the center of the head, there is a single horn with a curved thread, carrying a group of transparent and blurred insect wings, which are completely different from the appearance of a humanoid.

It is an ancestral god of one of the extraterritorial races, the Flying Shadow Clan, and the leader of this invading army.

In the middle of the cultivation of the mixed yuan, compared to Zong Lin, the city lord of the Sky City, who is not even a mixed element, I don't know how many times stronger.

"Kill!"

But Zong Lin was not the slightest timid, although he was completely crushed during the fight, his eyes were still cold, he held the long sword, and rushed over again.

"Stubborn. ”

The Flying Shadow Ancestor God smiled cruelly, cut it with one palm, and with a stabbing sound, he cut out a deep wound on Zong Lin's waist, almost cutting him directly in the waist.

And this is not Zong Lin's luck, but the Flying Shadow Ancestor God did it deliberately.

For the Flying Shadow Ancestral God, Zong Lin's cultivation can be killed at will, but it prefers to torture the opponent, so that the opponent slowly collapses and slowly despairs.

"Slashing Sword!"

Zong Lin, who was beheaded, killed him again, and then, with a bang, spurted blood and flew upside down again.

But soon, he carried his sword again and continued to rush desperately, and then he was hit again.

"Is it painful? Is it hopeless? Isn't this feeling of powerlessness wonderful, hahahaha......" Looking at the struggling Zong Lin, the Flying Shadow Ancestor God laughed again and again, his eyes were full of pleasure and satisfaction, and he seemed to enjoy such a picture very much.

"Ahem, cough, cough~"

Zong Lin coughed up blood, the red blood had just been cut from the corner of his mouth, and the next second it was blown away by the strong wind, splashing dots of blood in the wind.

The gap between cultivation and cultivation is too big.

It's so big that it's desperate.

“...... Kill~"

Zong Lin stabilized his figure, picked up his sword again, and rushed over.

Then, fly back upside down.

Rush again.

Fly upside down again.

......

In this way, he was like a machine, completely ignoring the injuries on his body, and rushed towards the Flying Shadow Ancestor God mechanically.

That look has never changed, from beginning to end, he has only one goal, he has only one purpose.

"Roll~"

The Flying Shadow Ancestor God knocked Zong Lin away again, and in his eyes, there was no longer any pleasure, but full of disgust, he was tired of it, he had played enough.

The stupid guy in front of him, who didn't know whether he was alive or dead, rushed over again and again, he didn't know what to do, he didn't know what to do, and the eyes that hadn't changed from beginning to end were completely devoid of the collapse and despair he wanted to see.

He was angry.

"Get down on your knees and beg for mercy before me. ”

The Flying Shadow Ancestor God said coldly, "Please, I can surround your life." ”

"Or else...... Die. ”

"Begging for mercy?"

Zong Lin wiped the corners of his mouth, "At most, it's just death, from the time I set foot on the path of cultivation, I knew that sooner or later one day I would die at the hands of others." ”

"I've been scared, I've been scared...... It wasn't until later that I figured out that there is always a death in life, and this fate that I can't change is like a road, and there will always be a day when it comes to an end. ”

"But on the way to cross fate, I can choose, go the way I want, and walk out of a different end. ”

As he spoke, Zong Lin slowly picked up his long sword and stood up again.

"Is this the reason why you don't know whether to live or die?" said the Flying Shadow Ancestor God indifferently, his voice piercing and cold.

"No, it's not a reason, it's my convictions, what I defend...... Honor!" Zong Lin shouted, jumped forward, and the long sword in his hand slashed towards the Flying Shadow Ancestor God again.

Bite~

The pitch-black sword was grasped by a sturdy, swarthy hand, and then squeezed lightly, 'bang', and broke in half.

"The weapons in your hands are broken, you have to insist?!"

With a bang, the Flying Shadow Ancestor God directly kicked Zong Lin away, kicking a bloody hole in his chest, and the flesh and blood were blurred.

"This is my faith, my glory!"

Zong Lin opened his mouth in a low voice, and he gently stroked the long sword that was broken in half in his hand, his eyes were unprecedentedly firm.

This sword has been with him for too long, from the beginning to now, it has been an unknown number of years, Zong Lin has used it to kill people, save lives, find materials to strengthen it, strengthen it, and has been with it to this day.

Now.

It broke.

It has lost the brilliance of the treasure, and even, in a short moment, the original black and unpretentious sword body is covered with mottled rust, as if the image of the forgotten years on its body is all manifested at the moment when the long sword is broken.

"A rusty sword!"

The Flying Shadow Ancestor God sneered, and he looked down at Zong Lin, as if he wanted to see pain and despair in his eyes.

Over there.

Zong Lin silently stroked the broken sword, his fingers gently rubbed on the specks of rust on the sword's body, extremely intimate and incomparably serious.

"Old man, is that what you want to tell me?"

"I'm ...... now Finally understood!"

Zong Lin groaned, a vicissitudes of life smile appeared on his face, and in his eyes, a tear dripped on the broken sword, splashing a trace of wetness on the sword.

"Hahaha~Hahaha~"

The Flying Shadow Ancestor God laughed wildly at this moment, and in his heart, unprecedented pleasure filled his heart, and that feeling was even more pleasant to him than killing a powerful enemy.

It is extremely pleasant, and the soul seems to be relaxed and comfortable.

"Alright, alright, I've had enough. ”

After the Flying Shadow Ancestor God laughed enough, his face suddenly turned cold, and he stared at Zong Lin and said indifferently: "In order to thank you for the pleasure you brought to this seat, this seat specially gives you a happy death!"

"Now, accompany your broken sword, and everything will be on the road!"

As he spoke, he spread out his palm, and in the palm of his hand, terrifying energy vibrate, and with a pop, it burst out, turning into a terrifying ray of light and shooting towards Zong Lin.

"Puff~"

Zong Lin's eyebrows were pierced, his head exploded, and the Yuan Shen seemed to be completely wiped out under this blow.

But~

His headless body was still standing in place, his palm still gently rubbing the broken sword in his hand, slowly and seriously.

"Not dead?"

The Flying Shadow Ancestor God was stunned, "No, no, this is ...... The breath of the Dao Fruit, is it ......?"

His face changed.

And over there, the headless Zong Lin slowly moved, no, it should be said that there was something in his body that moved.

From Zong Lin's body, a blurred light and shadow suddenly walked out, although the light and shadow could not see clearly, but his form, his breath, was exactly the same as Zong Lin.

"Unexpectedly, at the last moment, I realized my way and ran through my path. ”

Light and shadow said to himself, "It's a pity that I woke up too late. ”

As he spoke, he saw the light and shadow beckoning slightly, and the broken sword in his body hand flew into Dao Dao's hand with a bang.

"What are you?"

A shadow rose in the heart of the Flying Shadow Ancestor God, and his face was extremely gloomy.

"Faith, honor...... The last obsession. ”

Light and shadow said lightly, and between words, he gently raised his right hand, and the mottled broken sword was horizontal, "I have always adhered to my beliefs and my honor, but I have never understood what my honor is!"

"Now I understand. ”

As he spoke, he gently crossed the mottled broken sword and whispered: "Faith and honor are like the rust on my sword, the more mottled it is, the heavier it is. ”

"What I am carrying is not my belief alone, but also the belief of the thousands of people below, which is the last ...... that the entire Sky City adheres to Glory!"

"So...... Die!"

Moment.

Broken sword slashed.

A dazzling light burst out from the light and shadow, slashing horizontally.