The northern border of the East Continent, the former site of Yangguan.

When it is the cold winter, between the millions of distances in the north, the goose-feather-like snow pours down, if someone stands on the top of the mountain of this land and looks into the distance, as far as the eye can see, the world is vast, thousands of miles of ice, the snow is pouring into the river, so not spectacular.

But it's a pity that no living creature has dared to set foot in this vast and magnificent land for many years.

In the year 3012 of the Great Contemporaneous Era of the Apocalypse, an extremely terrifying war of annihilation came from the north, and broke through the ghost slaying pass again after the Gonggu Era, sweeping through this vast and magnificent area, directly running through the entire Northern Wilderness Prefecture, cutting the vast area of millions of miles of the Northern Wilderness Prefecture into two, as if cutting a person's heart in half with a scalpel.

The battle was extremely tragic, the border army guarding the pass was completely annihilated, and all the souls of 100,000 heroes were buried under the cold frozen soil in the north, and were gradually forgotten by the world......

And the border army guarding the border in that battle was the Flowing Fire Army, one of the seven ace legions of the Bronze Empire in the past, and the leader of the army, Xu Ji, the general of the Imperial Emperor with the name of "Leopard Soul Flying Fire", has always been known for its wild and swift movement and invasion like fire.

In the thousand-year history, they have been responsible for fighting against the barbarian enemy outside the northern sea, guarding the vast territory behind the Yangguan Pass, in their heyday, there have been many world-famous young heroes, and there have been several terrifying records of 100 cavalry retreating from 10,000 enemies, and the establishment of the legion has been reduced to a few people......

However, the Drifting Fire Army is like an inexhaustible weed, with extremely tenacious vitality, always growing endlessly, and regenerating after the catastrophe.

But this time, it seems that the Flames are truly dying, and with all its glory and pride, it is buried here, like the ghosts of the old things.

However, what is strange is that in the land where no one has set foot for six years, there is a pair of people and horses from afar.

In the vast snowy region of the north, two foreign visitors wore light and tough soft armor, wrapped in pale blue fox fur, both with sword box blades on the back of their waists, and at the same time carried two bulging travel bags, riding the sweaty BMW purchased from Fengwan City in Frost Leaf Prefecture all the way north, spending several months, through millions of miles of northern wasteland soil, and winding from the south to here.

Until they arrived at the old site, where no life had survived for six years.

Six years ago, here is still the most prosperous border city in the north, there are many foreign foreign merchants, border soldiers and city people, the local people are simple, good at martial arts, almost locally born boys, ninety percent will join the army, by obtaining military merits to get ahead, the degree of prosperity can be called the second Bai Yujing, it is the only way for the business flow logistics outside the north to enter the interior of the East Continent, but unfortunately the time has passed, it has become a taboo place, the former prosperous pavilions and pavilions have all turned into broken walls, a piece of scorched earth, Countless negative breaths have taken root and accumulated in the ground, and once it falls into night, this place will turn evil into a purgatory on earth, and the world will be full of ghosts.

The Empire strictly forbade mortals from setting foot here.

But the two people on the horse, obviously not ordinary people, gradually slowed down after they approached the old site, and the two of them paced slowly in this once prosperous city.

"This ...... Is it Yangguan? One of them, looking at it while walking, showed a puzzled look, she recalled the Yangguan in her memory, and said: "I still remember a few years ago, I came once, I still remember that the streets of Yangguan City were bustling with people, the border army on the Great Wall stretching for thousands of miles, the caravans from the south to the north converged into a spectacular long line, and the streets were crowded, some were doing all kinds of business and trade, and some were juggling...... At that time, Yangguan could really be called the first pass in the towering Northern Wasteland, but I didn't expect it to be dilapidated into such a scene now. ”

"It's not just Yangguan that is ruined, but everything here, including people's hearts." The other didn't look at it, but walked forward, his eyes not wavering at all, hard as a glacier made of all the snow and cold in this land, indestructible.

"Since you have returned, you are ready to face all this, there are too many dead souls buried under this ruin, and now it is up to us to seek justice for them, so that the world can know that there is justice in the world." The man looked at him and said firmly.

"yes...... Otherwise, it would be pointless for me to linger for a few years. He replied with the same firm look to the man who was looking at him, and said firmly.

As they spoke, the two of them crossed the big city of Yangguan, which had been reduced to ruins, and came to the pass in their memory.

The appearance of the pass is as it is in memory, but the people in the pass have long since disappeared, only the broken halberd armor is inserted in place, like their replacement, still difficult to protect the abandoned capital and this long-abandoned land, just like their posture when they finally died, with the last meager strength, guarding the boundless territory behind them.

Six years ago, in the bloody battle of Yangguan, the owners of these armor were composed of such a steel shield with flesh and blood, and no matter how the terrifying war was rushed, they never took half a step back.

At this moment, the heavens and the earth are extremely silent.

The two could only hear the sound of snow whistling at their sides and their own breathing.

There is also the reverberating in the heavens and the earth, preferring to die rather than yield, rather fighting than retreating - the incomparable heroic battle will.

One of the two slowly pulled down the fur hat that covered his face, revealing his handsome face, his long ...... Exhale.

His firm eyes were filled with a blazing intent, and then he pulled out the long knife he wore at his waist, the blade was clear and clear, like a mirror of ancient and modern, like a transparent sea, never contaminated with a little worldly dirt, the moment the long knife was pulled out, it began to breed ethereal and illusory clouds of smoke.

This knife is an ancient knife handed down by this army from ancient times, called 'Tianhang Bailian', it is one of the love knives of the peerless famous general who guarded this territory in the past - Fei General Li Zhen Ghost, it is rumored that the great realm is smuggled to the legendary heavenly realm, stealing the essence of the Taiyin sun, and casting it into two immortal weapons, one of which is the heavenly hanging white practice, with the essence of the Taiyin as the essence, with the Tianyan Xuanjing as the embryo, with the Taiqing Qi degenerate, with the fire of the sun to cast and melt, and the water of the Taiyin quenching device, and finally achieve great success.

Legend has it that on the day of the birth of this pair of immortal weapons, there was a vision that shocked the heavens, in which the sky hung Bai Lian turned into a white rainbow and rushed to fight the bull, which had run through the thirty-three heavens! Directly alarmed the Emperor of Heaven, the Emperor of Heaven sent down the curse of heaven with supreme power to destroy the creator, and set his own ban on this pair of immortal weapons, sealing his immortal assets forever, descending into the mortal world to cover the dust, and reduced to the mortal blood-stained sword soldier can never be used to the fullest, in order to show the punishment of transgression.

But these are legends from a long time ago, and the authenticity needs to be verified, but now this ancient knife has indeed not been so throbbing for a long time.

He held his hands in his hands, stuck them in the snow, and slowly knelt down.

"The bones of meteors, blood is like fire, it is better to break than to give in, and it is better to fight than to retreat...... The Twelfth Army of Flowing Fire, the commander of the Tiger and Leopard Army, Jun Moxiao - return to the team! ”

Its sound was like thunder, and it resounded in front of the pass.

The cold wind was whistling, and the 100,000 sword armors that had not moved for several years were actually whistling one after another at this moment!

It's not caused by the wind, but the sword and armor itself are resonating and echoing Jun Moxiao! In an instant, the sound of 100,000 swords and armor was magnificent, and the long howl shook for thousands of miles.

After six years, this dead and silent land once again emitted the scorching roar of life!

This also announced that the legion that was almost eradicated like a meteor across the eastern land and sky had returned at this moment.

They are still not wiped out by the devastating fire, and there are still roots and vines that have reappeared.

At this same moment, there was an unbelievable movement in the depths of the Sword Ancestor Peak of the Qingying Prefecture, which was far away from the land, which made the Sword Sect elders on the peak feel shocked, and their faces were worried.

The so-called Sword Sect, also known as the 'Sword Sect of the World', is located on the top of the Sword Ancestor Peak in Qingming Mountain, Qingming Prefecture, and all the sword cultivators in the world want to enter the Sword Sect to cultivate swords, but the Sword Sect has strict rules for accepting apprentices, recruiting students every ten years, and hundreds of thousands of people come to apply each time, but often only one or two people can clear the entry.

And in the depths of this green bamboo stretching Sword Ancestor Peak, there is a burial place with countless famous sword warriors, called "Sword Shrine", which is the peerless sword cultivation in the Sword Pavilion of the past dynasties, or the famous Jianghu Ronin, or the fierce generals of the past dynasties who have broken their halberds and sunk in the sand, or the unknown but subtle realm of the worldly monks, they in order to make their own death, the martial arts or clan inheritance continued, so they left traces in the burial ground, set up all kinds of difficult and tricky trials and tests, if someone can pass those trials, they can obtain the traces of their predecessors, or the realm of the great rise, or the ascension of combat power, which is the dream of many monks.

And the source of the change is a deep mausoleum in the sword mound that has been silent for many years, inside the mausoleum stands thousands of rare Qingfeng famous swords, and in the center of all the famous swords, there is a sword blade throne made of various precious famous swords, on the throne sits a tall man who is deep and mountainous, his hands are supported on a Qingfeng divine sword whose quality can be called unparalleled in the world, and his whole body exudes the arrogance of the world.

Although he has long been gray-haired, his flesh and blood body are rotten, and he has completely turned into a rotten corpse, and there is no doubt that he has been dead for a long time, but even so, his body can still invisibly shoot out a terrifying king's aura, and at the same time, there is infinite sword intent surrounding the mausoleum, as if he is guarding the soul of his protector, as if he is the emperor in the sword, even after his death, he does not dare to have a small person wantonly blaspheme the king.

But even so, he is indeed dead, no matter how heroic he was in life, he has now turned into a decaying corpse, sleeping in the cold mausoleum, with these cold sword weapons as his companion.

And so, and ever.

However, at the next moment, as if stimulated by something, the dead silence of the underground mausoleum hall was suddenly broken, and a famous sword emitted a clear sharp sound, which shook the inside and outside of the mausoleum, and then there were famous swords screaming one after another, and finally all the famous swords seemed to have suffered some kind of distant calling, and they were all roaring into the sky.

In the roar of the swords, the emperor-like man in the sword on the throne slowly opened his eyes, and then his rotten corpse was also revived, the rotten flesh on the rotten skeleton withered, and the fresh flesh and blood continued to grow, and in less than a moment, the man who had been dead for a long time actually came back to life!

The man felt the earth-shattering sword roar coming from afar, and he could clearly perceive the blazing battle intent and sky-high anger in the sword sound, this was the boy from afar, a war book for all enemies, a decisive and fiery war book.

Feeling the blazing battle intent and anger, the man suddenly burst out laughing and let out a heart-rending self-deprecation: "Hahaha...... The clouds are immeasurable! Xun Nei Sheng! You and I are vain as the three saints of merit, but we are not as firm and persistent as a boy in later generations, full of ethics and morality, but in fact we are just selling fame and reputation, surviving for a long time, and begging for life from that supreme being...... It's ridiculous, you and I used to be peerless, and we swore to clean up the world, but at this age, we are so cowardly as mice, it's ridiculous, hahaha......"

After a heart-rending laugh, the emperor-like man slowly closed his eyes again, and the brief image of rejuvenation was reversed again, his body and flesh returned to a state of decay again, and his voice became decayed and old: "Boy...... I'm waiting for you here, and I'll hold on to my life until you come and kill me. ”

At the same time, in the deep mountains of Yunnizhou in the south of the Eastern Continent, in a cold and ancient giant temple, an old monk who had been sitting in front of the Buddha for several years suddenly opened his eyes and looked horrified.

And in a secluded bamboo building isolated from the world somewhere in Wenwu Prefecture, a middle-aged scholar who was full of reading books showed a solemn look when he felt the sound of swords coming from the north.

Although the two of them were millions of miles apart, they really heard the self-deprecating voice and sarcasm of the man in the depths of the tomb.

"The reincarnation of heaven, if it is really retribution, it is not happy...... Even so, we must do our own thing, even if our hands are stained with mud and blood, even if we are killed in the end. The reader looked at the sky from afar and sighed faintly.

Today, recalling their youthful spirits, people can't help but feel emotional, and now they are just like the dragon slayers in the ancient myths of the West, all the dragon slayers themselves will eventually become ferocious dragons, waiting for the new dragon slayers to cut off their heads and end this magnificent and tragic life, and so on, never ending.

"This is what we have already decided, once decided, there will be no going back, maybe we who are high-spirited and bound to clean up the universe have long since died......"

The old monk opened his mouth quietly, but his eyes were hollow, and the whole person was skinny, and he was no longer angry.

This is the Eastern Continent Giant, the Bronze Empire, and it is also the seventh great era after the opening of the entire Divine Apocalypse Era, called the Great Contemporary Era, the heroes who survived the third boundary war gradually moved towards decay and decay, and the light of hope of the new era was almost extinguished in the catastrophe of the sky, and the world was still looking for the great harmony of the world, so far it seems that it is still far away.