More than 300 years ago, there were two generations of faint monarchs in the Great Qi Kingdom, who only cared about enjoying every day, frantically squeezing the people's fat and people's ointment, and they also wanted to knock the bones and suck the marrow, making the people miserable.

The land of Kyushu has always been a fierce people, and under such circumstances, it is natural that uprisings in various places will rise one after another, and I don't know how many brave and resolute people have risen up and led their relatives and friends in the countryside to resist tyranny.

But their uprisings were suppressed again and again.

The rebel army of ordinary people, even if there are many people, how can they be able to defeat the imperial army led by top masters?

Although those two generations of faint kings are fierce and greedy, they are not stupid. They held the power of the country firmly in their hands, and the status of the military was extremely high, and all the soldiers and horses were quite loyal to them. Such military power may not be enough to open up territory, but it is enough to suppress the uprising.

At that time, the Great Qi Kingdom was not in troubled times, but it was better than troubled times. It's really a misery, and the people are struggling to make a living!

In this cruel and chaotic world, countless people are struggling. Some people want to look for opportunities to make their lives better, soar, and even worship the marquis; But many more people, who struggle with all their might, just to survive one by one.

In those times, the word "live" has a terrible weight, and even the strongest, bravest and most capable people dare not guarantee that they can really live.

If you want to live and live well, what you need is not to be strong, not to be brave, not to have all kinds of skills, but to erase your conscience and degenerate into the same kind of jackals and devils.

At that time, there were mass graves outside every town, and many corpses were thrown into them every day, and jackals and crows were fed every day, and they were raised fat and strong, and they could be heard neighing from mound to mound every night, as if they were celebrating this rare good time.

And because of the social turmoil, the fortune of the country has weakened to the extreme, and it is even impossible to suppress the breath of the ghost. Often as soon as it gets dark, you can hear the whistling of demons and ghosts. In the dead of night, there are even more ghosts crying endlessly, turning the world into a ghost realm.

Hearing the ghost cry in the middle of the night, I cried and laughed, the Great Qi Kingdom at that time was such a world.

In this desperate world, there are also some people who always persist in the struggle. Some of them are fighting for hope, trying to make hope out of despair; Some are just out of complete despair, wanting to completely destroy the desperate world; Others don't have any desire at all, just habitually fighting.

Among the latter people, there is a young killer.

He doesn't have a name because he grew up in training camp. He only had one number, and it changed frequently.

Every once in a while, he fights his former companions, kills them, and lives them all while gaining a new number.

This went on for several years, and finally he "graduated".

He lost all his numbers and then got a title: Taboo.

In the years that followed, Ji was an active killer in the shadows, working to train his master, and obliterating the opponents who posed a threat to the master one by one.

He belongs directly to his master, because he doesn't worry about anyone having too much contact with him. Usually, if he doesn't have a task, in addition to practicing martial arts, he reads in a very simple room.

Those books were specially found by the owner, and the content is all-encompassing, but they have one thing in common, which is boring.

The master didn't want him to learn any extra skills, just to pass the time with these boring things. For the master, the taboo is his sword, and the sword only needs to be able to kill the enemy.

If a sword has a mind of its own, it will not be easy to control in the first place.

Don't be like this all the time, living peacefully as a sword.

But he also has some doubts in his heart - what is the purpose of his existence when he was born in the world? What is the meaning of your life? What is the difference between the sword you usually use and the sword you usually use?

He has killed many people, and in the face of death, some people are angry, some people are afraid, some people are desperate, and some people are unwilling...... He often recalls the faces of those people facing death, recalls their words and deeds at that time, and wants to find the meaning of his life through such memories. But apparently, he couldn't find it. And so the years passed, and the master's enemies gradually decreased, but they became more and more powerful. The people he wants to kill are getting stronger and stronger, and they often end up with wounds.

But he still succeeds every time, and every time he destroys the enemy for his master.

The host often said that he was very satisfied with him; But he could feel that the master was not satisfied. It's a mysterious feeling, without any basis, but never wrong.

He didn't tell anyone about this special ability.

Then one day, the master told him to kill a man again.

"Donglai County is too shou Xiongda, this person has a bad brain, but he is very good at demagoguery, it's really troublesome!" The master gritted his teeth and said, "Kill him, dig out his heart, I want to see if this guy is born with a seven-trick exquisite heart like the legend!"

The master's task is rarely so long, and there are few such additional requirements, so don't be very confused. But doubts are doubts, as a sword, all he has to do is carry out the order and go to kill.

But he didn't be able to kill the Xiongda.

The man who was hated by his master had eyes that were so bright that they seemed to shine into people's hearts, and a smile that seemed to soothe the weather

"You're the Taishi's killer, right? Come on, come on, don't worry, it's still early, let's talk. ”

He really didn't rush to kill this strange man, and had a long talk with the other party.

Xiong Da told him a lot, about life, about society, about the country, and about ideals

"What you say seems to make sense, but it has nothing to do with me." Ji said, "I am a sword, all I want to do is kill, and all I can do is kill." ”

Xiong Da seemed very angry, criticizing him endlessly, reasoning with facts, and analyzing his mental journey...... The conversation went on for a long time, from midnight to dawn.

When the dawn sun shone in through the window, Ji saw the sun reflected in Xiong Da's eyes, and this sun shone into his heart.

From this moment on, he is no longer the same person he used to be!

A few days later, the Great Qi Emperor died violently at home, and without the seat of this powerful man, the already old and deaf emperor could no longer suppress the warlords everywhere.

Starting from Zhu Taishou in Nanping County, the Taishou in all parts of the Great Qi Kingdom raised troops one after another. Some of them are in order to divide one side, some want to achieve hegemony, and some are just selling for a price...... Of these people, only one is special.

Xiong Da said that he wants to sweep away this troubled world and build a country that can at least let people live!

When he said this, his eyebrows were raised, like a sharp sword unsheathed, as if he was going to slash at the chaotic and crazy world realm with this sword, and cut this world realm into two pieces! Raise your eyebrows and sword out of the sheath! Following Xiong Da as a matter of course, they fought together in the north and south, trying to convince the princes of all walks of life, and fighting to the death with the army of the Great Qi State.

He felt that Xiong Da needed a sword, a sword that could help him cut through the troubled times and usher in a new era.

It took ten years and hundreds of battles to finally defeat the army of the Great Qi State, forcing the Great Qi State to retreat to the north, and they were bounded by the natural dangers of the Dadong Mountain and the Jiuqu River, and they could no longer organize the strength of the attack.

Xiong Da smiled happily, he felt that he had finally achieved his ideal and brought about a new era.

But he soon couldn't laugh anymore.

The new era was not so easy to create, and with the fall of the Great Qi Kingdom, the princes of all walks of life, who had been fighting together in unison, began to attack each other.

Every prince wants to sit on the highest throne, but only one person can sit on that throne!

Faced with this situation, Xiong Da was very distressed. He felt that enough blood had been shed in the past ten years. In his opinion, among these current princes, even the worst ones are better than those two generations of faint monarchs, no matter who sits in that position, it is okay, and there is no need for everyone to fight like this.

But except for the friend who was nicknamed "Turtle" in Nanping County, no one else supported him.

"Hey, let's duel! Since everyone wants to sit in that seat, let's just fight to the death in the palace hall!" Xiong Da proposed to the princes, "The surviving person sits in that seat, and the dead can only admit defeat, how about it?"

No one paid any attention to him, not even the princes who were stronger than him.

In this case, Ji finally made up his mind.

He didn't think there was anyone better suited to sit in that seat than Xiongda, so it would be good to let the others who wanted to sit in that seat die.

How easy! That's exactly what he's good at!

So he drew his sword and began to kill.

Killing again and again, one by one the princes fell.

He has succeeded again and again, but with each success, the next success is harder!

The princes were not fools, on the contrary, they were smart, and they knew how to use all kinds of means to protect themselves. Even if Ji is the most powerful murder expert in the world, he is only one person after all.

Finally, he collapsed in the midst of the siege, his body mutilated and bleeding all over the ground, and even the sword that never left his body left him with his arm. This time, it looked like he was going to die. "No!" Ji said to himself, "The new era has not yet been built, and if I fall here, who will help Xiong Da solve the trouble?" Do you want thousands of troops and horses to fight, and corpses to be strewn all over the field and rivers of blood!"

"If you have to die, wouldn't it be nice to die less!"

As he took his last breath, he heard a strange voice.

The voice didn't know what the voice was talking about, or where it came from, but he understood what it meant.

[If you can hold on to this idea, then keep fighting until you really can't fight anymore]

In the next moment, the mutilated corpse in the pool of blood jumped up, and the mysterious force was quantified into his siblings, making him stronger than ever!

Tay was resurrected, or rather, he returned to the world in a state of immortality. Half of his body is a human being, and the other half is a soul.

He knew that this was because "humanity" recognized his philosophy and gave him the strength to continue fighting. As long as he can stick to this philosophy, and if he can continue to defend his new country like this, humanity will always support him and allow him to continue fighting

The years that followed were a legend.

The half-human, half-soul swordsman swept away the princes everywhere, and the heads that stood high above fell to the dust one by one, but not much blood flowed.

Compared with many other countries, the blood shed in the founding battle of the Great Chu State to quell the chaos is simply negligible!

Then, there is the new era, the new country, that Xiongda promised.

Ji continues to guard the country, and he still wields his sword in the dark, destroying everything that wants to destroy the country. Whether the opponent is a human or a youkai, he is not afraid and has never failed.

However, there is also a force in the Eastern Chu Kingdom that he can't fight, and that is the group of immortals, called the Ghost Soul Sect, the leader of the evil sect in the world.

The headquarters of the Ghost Soul Sect is in the Eastern Chu Kingdom, and the power of the immortals is extremely powerful, even if the strength of the entire country is gathered, it will not be able to fight against it.

What's more, compared to the devastation of life caused by the confrontation with the immortals, humanity acquiesced in the various plundering and killing of these evil immortals.

Humanity is cruel, for it, life is just a number, and it is enough to simply compare it with each other.

In addition to this, such as happiness, dignity...... and other things that people value, but they are worthless in its eyes.

Since he doesn't even support humanity, he naturally has no way to take the Ghost Soul Sect. Even though he hated the actions of these guys, there was no way to do it.

In this case, he met the Sword Forsaken.

It was a person beyond imagination, or rather, an existence beyond imagination.

The invincible Ghost Sect, which even had to compromise with humanity, was easily destroyed by the Abandoned Sword Disciples. When that person ran across the earth wielding an ordinary iron sword, chasing down those immortals who were flying in the air like lost dogs, Ji simply felt that the entire world was in chaos!

He had a chat with the Sword Forsaken, who appreciated him and gave him some guidance.

This time, it took him nearly twenty years to fully absorb the understanding and transform it into his own swordsmanship. It was a sword move beyond his imagination. "When I was a teenager, I often fantasized about being a giant who stood up to the heavens and the earth, leaning on my shoulders on Mount Tongtian, holding a huge sword in both hands, and slashing down so fiercely—" The sword abandoner gestured, "Isn't it handsome?"

This swordsmanship turned into reality in the hands of Ji.

The name of the sword, Yitian.

When this sword was born, it was against another evil sect in the Eastern Chu State after the Ghost Soul Sect, Lao Junguan.

Ji slashed through their mountain protection array, cut down their mountain gate archway, collapsed their main hall, and cut off the leylines at the foot of their mountain.

It was this sword that forced the originally ambitious Lao Junguan to become a shrinking turtle from then on, and also scared the evil sects in the world to dare not step into the Eastern Chu Kingdom again.

The years since, have been long, long, and peaceful.

Ji holds a sword in his hand, guarding this country that was built with great difficulty. He watched Xiong Da's children and grandchildren inherit from generation to generation, some smart, some stupid, some kind, and some fierce. But even the stupidest or the most ferocious have not shaken the foundations of this country.

He was satisfied, and he felt that maybe it would not hurt if life went on like this.

Isn't this the life you want!

But he was wrong.

He will grow old, and so will the country.

Unconsciously, he found that he had gradually grown old, so old that not only could he not wield the Sword of Heaven, but he could not even leave Changning City; And the country is slowly aging, twilight is heavy, and all kinds of bad signs are constantly appearing.

But this time, he really couldn't help it.

He locked himself in the crypt, hoping to delay a little longer, keep his aging body, and try to support it until it was time to contribute to the country again. But instead, he was calculated and missed a catastrophe that almost destroyed the country!

If it weren't for the outstanding performance of a few young people, the Eastern Chu Kingdom would probably have become history.

This time the incident hit him very hard, and even directly shook his original indestructible will. As a result, he aged rapidly, and even if he didn't freeze it with the help of Xuan Bing, his body would have collapsed.

When he was already locked in ice, helplessly watching the country's fortune wane, all he could do was sigh.

Seem...... There's really nothing I can do about it......

But fate didn't seem to give up on him, and actually gave him another chance! It gave him the opportunity to draw his sword and fight for his country!

When the sword that the teacher had used in the past fell into his hand, his heart was clear, and there was no longer half a distraction.

His whole spirit, all his will, had been completely concentrated.

Just for this sword!

In order to wield the most perfect sword possible, he borrowed strength from the people of Changning City, and borrowed strength from humanity - these are to be repaid, and he can't rely on it.

As a price, after a few moments, the traces of his stay in the world will disappear, and no one will remember that there was once a swordsman who did not even have an official name, silently guarded the country in the darkness, guarded it all his life.

【Do you regret it?】

"What is there to regret? Thank you, thank you for helping me again!"

The young man standing in the air replied with a smile in his heart, and at the same time waved the sword in his hand.

Brilliant light stretched from the tip of the sword to the sky, piercing the clouds until it reached a height that was almost invisible.

Then, the light swung down his arm, slashing down towards the mountain-like waves.

The speed at which the sword light slashed down did not seem to be very fast, but when it fell, everything in heaven and earth seemed to freeze, and everything seemed to stop, silently motionless.

In this stillness, the only thing that moved was the sword light that stretched into the sky.

The sword light slashed down, slashed the huge waves, and the aftermath was endless, slashing all the way out, slashing through the sea of fire, and slashing all the way to the endless dark clouds, slashing a flat boat floating in the air into two sections, and the two people on the flat boat fled in embarrassment, and were almost cut into four sections.

"It's a little bit worse, it's a pity!"

Ji sighed silently.

[It's over, you're doing well]

"Thank you. I'm very satisfied to be able to get your compliment. ”

He thanked him, and then grabbed the red light beside him with his right hand, which was shattering and turning into light.

"The most reluctant...... Let's try harder!"

Because of the loss of relevant memories, people only saw countless balls of light condensed by martial arts flying out of the sky and flying towards the young man in the sea of fire with a puzzled face, but they didn't remember who threw it.

There was no trace in the sky.