On this day, many heroes came to Yanjing City.

They are dusty and faltering!

There is only a pair of eyes, but they are extraordinarily bright, and their expressions reveal arrogance.

Some people have crossed thousands of miles, and the journey that takes dozens of days can be completed in just two or three days.

Some people are from the old land of Qianguo, and some people are from the old land of Western Chu.

Although they also regarded themselves as Qianren and Chu people, at this moment, they let go of the prejudices in their hearts.

They have all kinds of identities, but at this moment, they have only one identity.

That's the Terrans!

They have the same blood in their veins!

The rivers and lakes are reckless, but there are also many heroes!

Fight for righteousness and slaughter more dogs!

Many people don't really know why they're here.

Just thought they should come, and here they were!

And along the way, many people died on the way.

There are so many heroes of the Son of Heaven, but today in this Yanjing City, there are nearly seventy percent of the heroes.

They came here from thousands of miles just for those eight words.

Outside Yanjing City,

Some people led an old horse, wore a hat on their heads, and carried knives on their backs, and before they entered the city, they exuded a monstrous killing intent.

A strong evil aura is breathtaking, and before anyone arrives, the evil aura has swept in.

There are demonic giants who come in the car, dragging many monster corpses along the way.

Someone came in a sedan chair, surrounded by a beautiful woman.

Before the people arrived, a faint fragrance filled the air.

Some old men came on bulls, turned their backs to the crowd, and sang songs.

It was a war song that had been passed down since ancient times.

Although there are only a few sentences, it reveals the unyielding meaning of extraordinary and iron-blooded.

Three religions and nine streams, rivers and lakes, those who enter the stream, those who do not enter the stream, and now they have rushed to Yanjing City.

Among them, there are powerhouses in the Law Elephant Realm, and there are also martial artists who are only in the previous realm.

They are all the young generation on the rivers and lakes, and young people are full of enthusiasm.

In the Chaotian Temple,

Shen Du stood with his hands in his hands, his burning gaze seemed to cross the heavy space, and fell on the dusty faces.

Xia Chongjiang walked behind him slowly, looked at the signs in the city, and said in a deep voice: "You really want to do this? ”

Shen Du bowed slightly: "Only in this way can we get a glimmer of life for the thousands of people." ”

Xia Chongjiang didn't speak, and looked at the figures rushing one after another with deep eyes.

"Jianghu, what a strange place!"

Xia Chongjiang muttered softly.

He has been in the rivers and lakes, so he knows the temper of those people very well.

Stinky and hard!

But sometimes I have to admit that it is precisely because of the strange rules of the rivers and lakes that this has created those batches of people in the rivers and lakes.

They can turn against each other for a practice, but sometimes they are not afraid of life and death, and are willing to put life and death aside.

Outside Yanjing City, there was a sky-high sword aura, and a group of white-clothed swordsmen rode their horses and raised smoke and dust in the sky.

In the past, the five major sword sects in the world existed in name only, but there were still a few factions with a few backgrounds.

Among them, Mingjian Villa is now the most prosperous among the many rivers and lakes in the world.

In recent years, the coercion of the famous sword villa on the rivers and lakes has become more and more heavy.

It's just that the people of Mingjian Villa rarely go out to show up, which also makes them feel a little more mysterious.

Everyone was surprised, they didn't expect that even the Famous Sword Villa would appear this time.

Not long after the appearance of Mingjian Villa, another big faction of the rivers and lakes came, and there were many ordinary people from the rivers and lakes.

Many people from the rivers and lakes rushed to Yanjing City, which can be called an unprecedented prosperity.

As soon as everyone comes here, they look up at the sky.

Look at the authority of the "gods" suspended in the heavens!

Within that streamer, they could feel the majestic and terrifying power.

At a certain moment, a brilliant streamer flew out of the palace, like a canopy, hanging above the sky dome and slowly unfolding.

The pale gold font was infinitely radiant, covering most of the void.

That's the edict of the king of men!

Even if the blue sky and white sun are incomparably dazzling.

A majestic voice like thunder resounded through the heavens and the earth.

"If you want to become a god, you can leave your name!"

In just nine big characters, they are like golden tripods and jade words, imprinted on the sky, shining brightly, touching the rules of heaven and earth.

"Haha!"

"I don't know if the old man is qualified!"

As soon as the words fell, a hearty laugh resounded through the world.

A cold sword light soared into the sky!

A divine sword flew out, and at that moment, within a radius of thousands of miles, all the sword weapons seemed to be whispering, saluting to this divine weapon.

These terrible visions instantly attracted everyone's attention.

Soon, on top of the edict of the king of people, a line of handwriting slowly emerged.

Lu Hongtian!

Heavenless Sword Venerable, the owner of the Famous Sword Mountain Villa!

As a kendo giant on the rivers and lakes, his prestige is not low.

When his name is imprinted on the edict of the king, it seems to touch the luck of the world, and the luck rises to the sky.

The surging fortune of the world is surging in the clouds!

Purple thunder!

All the visions came together like a thunderbolt destroying the world.

At that moment, his mind seemed to merge into this heaven and earth, and he felt the thoughts of all beings.

Life and death change, the sun and the moon change!

Lu Hongtian stood with his sword, and a thought came to his heart, and he silently swore an oath:

"My generation of warriors, before ten thousand deaths!"

The moment the oath was made, a streamer flew between heaven and earth, hanging above his head, and fell down to the clear light.

At this moment, he truly won the recognition of heaven and earth, and even more so by all the people.

That's the authority of a sword god!

Gathering all kinds of swords in the world to achieve this authority, it can be said to be the ancestor of the world's sword users.

In the overseas world, all those who later practice this kendo need to be respected by it.

And so it is in this world!

In an instant, the momentum on his body rose rapidly, and the surrounding ten-mile void trembled slightly.

In the blink of an eye, he crossed many levels from the Divine Power Realm and stepped into a new realm, almost comparable to the Cave Heaven Realm.

This is not his real realm!

It is only through that authority that the luck of the world is fused into the body, so as to mobilize the power of heaven and earth.

You can't have one without the other!

If one day, he does something against the human race, this body of luck will leave, and at that time, even his original strength will be deprived.

Without a god of power, is he still a god?

And because he was originally a mortal, not a celestial, his body had not been transformed, and even if he obtained this extraordinary power, he would not be immortal.

His true lifespan is only related to his own realm, and luck will not help him live forever.

Everyone looked up at this scene, and there was a faint desire to try it in their hearts.

After Lu Hongtian seized this authority, a calm voice suddenly came.

"Junior!"

"I didn't expect you to be the first step!"

"The juniors of the Famous Sword Villa have really become more and more unruly over the years."

Although it is an abusive word, this tone is more like an exhortation from the elders to the younger ones.

As the words fell, there was a sword aura rushing into the sky above the distant earth.

The sword weapon that had regained its stability quickly trembled again, even more violently than before.

An old man with a sword in a bright red robe came slowly, and his pace seemed to be slow and fast.

In just a few breaths, it has crossed hundreds of miles.

As he kept getting closer, the sword intent became more and more pure and condensed.

Lu Hongtian's face changed suddenly, and he already recognized the figure.

is also one of the five major sword sects in the world, how can he not recognize this legendary figure who used to be the Western Chu Sword Pavilion.

The moment he approached Yanjing City, the majestic sword qi almost stirred up the thunderclouds in the sky, forming a huge storm.

Everyone was suddenly shocked, and their faces were surprised.

This sword intent is too pure!

It even affected their state of mind, and within this sword intent, they felt the meaning of seeing death as home.

In the Chaotian Palace, Xia Chongjiang said quietly: "I didn't expect him to come this far." ”

"Don't rely on anyone, he can reach this step with his sword intent, he can also be called the first in the ages!"

He had recognized the man's identity.

Xichu Sword Pavilion, Xiong Jiuru!

In the former rivers and lakes, he was also a well-known figure.

A talented peer invincible!

Obviously, he is only just entering the realm of supernatural powers, but this sword intent is pure, and I am afraid that it has reached a level comparable to the ninefold level of supernatural powers.

He's also going to find a different way.

If he can really go down this road, maybe he will be an ancestor-like person in the future.

He has embarked on a new path of his own!

He is a truly pure sword cultivator!

Xiong Jiuru stepped into the air, looked at the edict of the king in the sky, and said calmly: "Xichu Sword Pavilion, Xiong Jiuru, I am willing to die for the human race!" ”

Plain words come out in the dark!

Make it happen!

The name of "Xiong Jiuru" slowly emerged above the edict of the king of people.

At the same time, Xiong Jiuru's voice echoed in the minds of all the people.

"Xichu Sword Pavilion, Xiong Jiu died for the human race as he wished!"

A simple sentence echoed in everyone's minds, and it was difficult to erase for a long time.

Outside Yanjing City, a standing boulder automatically peeled off, carving out a lifelike stone sculpture, and his face was Xiong Jiuru.

On one side, there is a stone sculpture of Lu Hongtian, and wisps of luck flow on the stone carving, as if draped in a layer of white gauze.

At that moment, the luck of the human world was attracted and gathered from heaven and earth, like a pillar of light injected into his body, urging his strength to continue to rise.

Xiong Jiuru's gaze swept over the authority, and finally stopped behind one of the authorities, and stretched out his hand to pick it out.

"Boom!"

A thunderclap rang out, like a god-man beating a drum, breaking through the heavens.

The thunder exploded in the depths of the clouds, and purple arcs of electricity pulsed wildly, densely packed, like a huge net.

This is a thunder god authority, with the power to control the thunder between heaven and earth.

With his identity, how could he be willing to be subservient to others.

He didn't bother to compete with a junior for anything.

Anyway, he was also familiar with Thunder Kendo, and based on it, he didn't necessarily feel much weaker.

What's more, his sword already has its own way, and he doesn't want his sword path to be polluted again and become no longer pure.

Xiong Jiuru's eyes fell on the magnificent palace, smiled softly, and said loudly:

"Since you are the king of people, why don't you come out and see it!"

As soon as the words fell, a black-clothed figure stepped into the air in the palace chaotian hall.

There is no terrifying momentum, and there is no sword intent in the sky!

As the king of people chosen by all the people in the world, the strongest person in the martial arts in the world, but at this moment, he seems extremely ordinary, just like an ordinary person.

Dressed in a simple ordinary black robe, his black hair is flying, and his eyebrows reveal an arrogant domineering.

Although it does not leak the slightest momentum, there is still an indescribable terrifying coercion, which shocks the heart.

Just standing alone in the heavenly dome, it is already like a pillar supporting the sky, like the center of heaven and earth.

Everyone watched it and was in awe!

Everyone's eyes were attracted, and there was a hint of admiration in their expressions.

With a reckless recklessness in the rivers and lakes, he has come to such a point today, looking at the entire rivers and lakes, I am afraid that there is only Shen Du.

This human king, known as the demon of the rivers and lakes, is like a real immortal god at the moment.

In the fairyland, there are huge qi machines flowing wantonly.

By now, they have no jealousy in their hearts.

Such characters really make them not have the slightest jealousy.

Shen Du looked at the heroes of the world and was silent for a long time.

There is no wave in his calm face, and there is no trace of emotion in his deep pupils.

No one knows what this young man king is thinking at the moment.

For a moment, Shen Duyi put on a full robe, bowed to the void in front of him, and looked at everyone from afar.

"This king is here to thank you!"

The black robe is flying, and the tall figure stands tall in the sky.

Quiet......

The field seemed to fall into a deathly silence, and the pin drop could be heard!

Everyone didn't expect that the dignified king would make such a big gift, and he was reckless to them.

In the next moment, thousands of people in the rivers and lakes inside and outside Yanjing City bent down and bowed their hands in return.

How can they afford the great gift of the king of people!

Silence!

"Haha!"

Xiong Jiuru's eyes flashed, he laughed, and laughed up to the sky: "What a king!" ”

"Receiving such a gift from the king, the old man is worth it even if he dies."

As soon as the words fell, he raised his hand and threw it forward, and a sword light fell into the endless distance.

That sword light pierced the void, spanning tens of thousands of miles in an instant, and I don't know where it fell.

But he understands that where the sword light goes, it is the place he guards in this life!

Xiong Jiuru harnessed the long sword and walked into the distance.

……

Not long after Xiong Jiuru left, an old man riding a green ox slowly stepped off the back of the ox, walked forward with his hands on his shoulder, and stood in front of the gate of Yanjing City.

"Those who wish to die for the Terrans, please come forward!"

Not long after, in Yanjing City, there were suddenly streamers rising into the sky.

A plainly dressed middle-aged man carried two knives on his back, stepped out in one step, and rose into the sky.

In the next moment, a divine authority flew in, enveloping his body, causing his strength to rise rapidly.

In less than half a snap of his fingers, he had already reached a level comparable to the Cave Heaven Realm.

It was a water god authority, in charge of the water of heaven and earth, and was once the god of heaven and earth ruling over thousands of rivers.

There is a woman in red with two swords, and her luck has risen between steps, and her strength has increased exponentially.

There is an old man who has passed the age of sixties, and between walks it is like a dead tree in spring, and his face changes in an instant.

There are young and young men, full of blood, who look up to the sky and laugh, and hold the authority of a god.

The streamers above the sky disappeared, and there were more and more stone sculptures standing outside the city.

The edict of the king of men is engraved with dense names.

The pale gold fonts shimmer brightly, shining on the world.

Outside Yanjing City, in the crowd, someone suddenly opened his mouth and chanted:

"My generation of warriors, before ten thousand deaths!"

"My generation of warriors, before ten thousand deaths!"

Gradually, the momentum was like a tide, converging into a majestic wave like a vast ocean.

The momentum is earth-shattering!

(End of chapter)