There is a person, he, was slaughtered and exterminated, the whole clan of more than 400 people all died unexpectedly, the most respected relatives in this life are isolated in front of them but can not do anything, after fortunately the inheritance of the ancestor, following the will of the ancestor, and now he has returned against the sky, vowing to kill through this world and rewrite the fate of the wasteland.

There is a person, he, carrying the supreme glory of the sword clan, inheriting the hope of the rise of the sword clan, and bearing the expectations of his grandfather to revitalize the great wilderness, and now he joins the army to serve the country, vowing to prosper the great wilderness, return to his hometown, and recast the supreme glory of his ancestors.

There is a person, he, who once made an agreement with a girl in the imperial capital, that one day, he will take her to see all the prosperity in the world.

There was a person, he, who had promised an elder who was not a relative that one day, he would become a famous general of the Great Wilderness, and at that time, he would once again revitalize the Holy Sword Villa.

It is often said that one step is slow, one step is slow. If this opportunity is missed, there may not be another such opportunity in the future.

So, he has a reason not to lose.

Therefore, he has the insistence that he must win.

Alone, he can't lose. The other one, he must win.

Two people who can't afford to lose, at this moment, seem to be on the tip of a needle. The encounter between the top geniuses is always so unexpected, and killing each other with a knife seems to have become the only choice between each other.

Is it the ruthlessness of reality, or the helplessness of fate. The two who obviously admired each other now wanted to draw their swords and kill each other.

Is it the fate of all geniuses, killing each other is so inevitable. At this moment, Wu Lu didn't know, and he didn't want to know, he only knew that this was most likely the most important battle in his life.

If he can't win this school martial arts competition, he will lose a lot, maybe not only his own future, but also the agreement with Xiao Yuer, and even other things that he will regret for the rest of his life.

It is often said: "The promises of youth can be unkept, the mistakes of youth and ignorance can be forgiven, but the regrets left by youth cannot be remedied, and it will stay with you for the rest of your life." ”

Wu Lu didn't want to leave any regrets in his life. At this moment, all he can do is hold the ghost cut, go all out, and win.

At this time, a strong marching horn suddenly sounded in the suffocating snare drum, which also opened up this school competition battle, which was called the most wonderful school competition in the past 20 years by the military department.

The moment you open your eyes, it is the eyes of decisive killing, and it is the belief of victory. Wu Lu raised his hands high and slashed, like a tiger pounced on food, and rushed towards the other party. The two of them attacked almost at the same time, and the next moment the swords clashed together, only to hear a sonorous sound.

The shattered rings and scattered boulders bear witness to the capabilities of the two strongest of the young generation of the Desolate Clan Military Department in the world. The two terrifying forces converged at the same time, and suddenly set off a wave of air currents that destroyed the world and the earth. Then the turbulent air flow spread like a wave of water, and the surrounding area of the ring caused a roar of alarm.

As soon as he came into contact, Wu Lu knew that the person in front of him was the strongest opponent he had encountered since his debut, and even Li Yilong, who was known as the little overlord in the army at that time, could not be compared.

"There's a history." Li Muran also showed appreciative eyes.

The same powerful opponent destroys the even stronger fighting spirit.

Wu Wulu's mind was restrained, he didn't dare to have reservations, he swung his knife and attacked again, Wu Wu Lu knife was fast, surprisingly fast, so fast that it was hard to blink, so fast that there was no breath, and it was so fast that it couldn't be fired.

Li Muran is as domineering as a raging wave, and he is also fast and fast, and the Ming Vermilion Bird is as fast as a star, and the style is overwhelming. It was a sword and a sharp attack, and it was a fierce collision between the demon sword and the Daming Vermilion Bird.

The bodies of the two sides were like ghosts, and for a while, there were many phantoms on the collapsed ring, only the sword shadow was fluttering, and only the sword light was scaly.

The sparks are splashing, it is the Ming Vermilion Bird flying, and the demon knife and ghost cutting are singing.

Compared with the military department, the battle of the top geniuses of the younger generation has turned the world upside down, and the two sides have their own powers, and for a while, it is difficult to distinguish between them.

"Is this really a battle between two young men under twenty years old?" The tragic and terrible battle, the surging of the original energy that destroyed the world directly shocked the people in the school martial arts square. Many people secretly assessed their own situation in their hearts, and finally found that they were not as good as the two juniors.

"He is worthy of being the supreme genius of the Sword Clan, he is so young that he is terrifying." Someone exclaimed.

"The new martial artist of the Imperial Military Academy really lives up to his reputation." Someone applauded.

"Can you surprise me this time?" Butcher Lin admired with interest the two men who were fighting in the ring.

However, Wu Lu didn't have the heart to pay attention to the thoughts of everyone in the audience at this time, the strength of the opponent was so strong that he felt a lot of pressure, and he had already passed by the sword edge of the Ming Vermilion Bird several times.

As the battle continued, the hot weather, the fierce snare drums, and the shouts of the crowd were all destroying the heat of the battle between the two. When the two pounced on their opponents at the same time again, they fought together again, this time, there was a long wound on the outside of Wu Lu's left arm. However, Wu Wulu's ghost cut was also dripping with blood, and Li Muran's thigh instantly overflowed with blood.

It turned out that knowing that each other was the strongest enemy they had encountered in their lives, when they could not completely suppress their opponents, the two invariably chose the same style of play, exchanging injuries for injuries.

As a result, the movements of the two are simpler and more ferocious, and each shot will add a wound to the other party's body. It's a war of attrition, and it's up to anyone who makes it to the end.

After a while, the black military uniform on Wu Wulu's body had been dyed blood, and he couldn't tell whether it was his or Li Muran's, or both. Fortunately, the two of them have experienced a hundred battles and have a lot of experience in battle, and such a tragic battle failed to cause fatal damage to each other.

After dozens of rounds back and forth, Wu Lu suddenly found that Li Muran's sword-holding hand trembled slightly. And he was also constantly panting rapidly, and the dozens of wounds on his body were so painful that Wu Lu wanted to faint directly.

Obviously, such a tragic hand-to-hand encounter has made the two of them reach the limit both physically and mentally.

The next moment, the demon knife ghost cut collided with the Daming Suzaku again. Suddenly, he saw Wu Lu turn around and fly high in the air with the help of the huge power from the Ming Vermilion Bird.

In the next moment, six huge white primordial wings suddenly gave birth to six huge white primordial wings from behind his back, and at the same time, countless white feathers seemed to be slowly falling in the air, but they were actually lightning and flint in the air. In just an instant, the entire school martial arts square was filled with countless white feathers, and countless white feathers flew in the wind in mid-air, like a beautiful picture.

At this moment, Li Muran seemed to be back to the night that he regretted for the rest of his life, "Grandpa." Li Muran put down the Daming Vermilion Bird, his face was full of sadness, and he muttered in pain.

"Not true. It is a knife with an illusion effect. Li Muran suddenly came to his senses, and then struggled.

He has already cultivated a clear sword heart, and he has great perseverance. Ordinary illusions had no effect on him, but he didn't want to be hit at this critical moment.

"Break it for me." Li Muran bit the tip of his tongue fiercely, and the severe pain made him wake up for a moment.

However, in the next moment, Oni Che had already slashed into the air with the power of destroying the world and destroying the earth.

Li Muran quickly picked up the Daming Vermilion Bird, blocked it with a horizontal sword, and hurriedly destroyed the original energy. "Immortal Golden Body." Li Muran shouted, and a huge golden Buddha instantly shrouded Li Muran's body, protecting Li Muran's body tightly. It is the most proud guardian secret technique that has never been passed down in the Holy Sword Villa, and for countless years, the sword clan has relied on this guardian trick to defeat the enemy in an invincible position.

The wings of the sky, the supreme forbidden move that has been stored in the tomb of the god of Wuzu, the trick created by the legendary Emperor Wu for the immortal killing god, and was praised as "the most beautiful knife in the world" by later generations. It was a supreme killing skill that had never appeared in the world before, and just like that, for the first time in thousands of years, it appeared in front of the world.

I saw that the ghost cut was like a paper cut on the window, as if it was unhindered to break through the immortal golden Buddha, and once again slashed at the blade of the Ming Vermilion Bird.

In the earth-shattering explosion, I was surprised to see the Ming Vermilion Bird fly out of his hand, and then Li Muran was also injured and flew out.

The splash of blood red announced the destruction of the myth of the undefeated sword clan.

The Daming Vermilion Bird placed diagonally on the flagpole is the arrogance of the divine soldier who does not want to fall into the dust.

Defeated, defeated, defeated! The dignified genius of the Sword Clan would be defeated by a frontier soldier who was not known by the Scriptures. Li Muran knelt on the ground in despair, he couldn't tell whether it was despair, humiliation, unwillingness, or shame, maybe all emotions were there.

Is this what it feels like to fail? It turns out that failure is so uncomfortable. Li Muran knelt silently on the ground, letting the torrential rain wash over his body.

At this time, the battle with the Tsukaru was over for most of the day. The heavens also seemed to feel Li Muran's frustration, and it soon began to rain heavily.

Once unbeatable, once ambitious, once in the attention of thousands of people, once swept the same generation, once once, those once, those in the past. And this battle has lost all the past.

"I've embarrassed you, do you regret recognizing me as the Lord?" Li Muran turned his head to look at the Da Ming Vermilion Bird on the ground beside him and muttered to himself.

"The supreme genius of the dignified sword clan is just a little setback, and he is looking for death to live, which is really disappointing." A majestic military figure walked slowly into the distance.

I saw that he was tall, his eyes were like a moment, and the rain fell on him, but he didn't see any down-and-out posture, but he was more resolute, and in his gestures, a domineering spirit emanated from the inside out. The person who came turned out to be Wu Di, the commander of the Yumen Pass Military Fortress.

"General." Li Muran immediately got up and saluted.

"At your age, I was far less gifted than you. In battles with other peers, I also lost more than I won. But so what, as long as I'm alive, I'm not going to throw in the towel, because one day, I'll win them all back. Now, those peerless geniuses of my generation who used to be difficult for me to match are not even qualified to stand side by side with me. Wu Di put his hands behind his back, looking proud.

"General, I...

"Think of your ancestor Li Qingye Sword God." Wu Di interrupted Li Muran's words and said earnestly.

Yes, the ancestor of Aoba fought thousands of battles in his early years without a victory, but he did not sink there, but honed his swordsmanship more carefully, and finally became the first swordsman of that era. Thinking of this, Li Muran suddenly brightened.

"Thank you General for mentioning it, it was Mu Ran who disappointed everyone." Li Muran saluted respectfully again.

"It's best if you can think about it, after all, the future of the desolate clan belongs to you young people." Wu Di said with a chuckle.

Suddenly, Wu Di stretched out his hand and straightened the military uniform on his body, and ordered with a serious face: "Soldier Li Muran, this general has a secret mission, this task is related to my plan for a hundred years in the Great Wilderness, but this task is extremely dangerous, and you need to go to a foreign land, are you willing to accept this task?" ”

"For the great wilderness, for the general, Mu Ran is willing to die."

"Good! You stand down and go back today to make repairs. Come to the commander's barracks tomorrow afternoon to find me. Wu Di waved his hand and drank Li Muran back.

A moment later, the evening breeze of the Yumen Pass Fortress seemed to be permeated with the whispers of demons, or the taste of a successful conspiracy: the supreme talent of the immortal genius of the Sword Clan, such a delicacy, I believe that you will be very satisfied this time, my great evil god.

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Inky dark clouds squeezed the sky, covering up the scarlet eyes just now, and the dark clouds seemed to be falling, black and oppressive, so oppressive that it seemed that the whole world was silent. The winds of the Northwest Frontier were also howling fiercely, leaving the people behind them, and from time to time there was a deafening roar of thunder and a flash of blinding lightning, as if the end of the world was coming. In the face of this terrible scene, at this time, the earth has already trembled and surrendered.

"Captain, look at this posture, this rain will not be small, we have to hurry up and go back." The old ghost rode his horse to the side of the Wu Wu Lu body.

Wu Lu swept everyone over and ordered: "Old ghost, gather everyone immediately and count the number of people." When it was over, I immediately returned to the camp at full speed. ”

"Yes, Captain." The old ghost immediately rode his horse and ran to the high slope beside him, and at the same time shouted loudly: "Damn, if you don't want to be a soup chicken, you will die for me immediately." ”

After yesterday's school martial arts battle, Wu Wu Lu was promoted to a squad leader in the scout camp of the Yumen Pass Army, commanding more than 30 border soldiers, and today is the first time he has led his subordinates out on a mission.

Soon, everyone galloped up under the order of Wu Wulu. After a while, the Yuguanmen military fortress appeared in front of him.

"It seems that this time there is no need to make a soup chicken." There were soldiers beaming.

Suddenly, a figure riding a horse and holding a sword was in front of the road, and Wu Lu fixed his eyes to see that it was Li Muran, and he was immediately carrying a package.

Wu Lu waved his hand and ordered everyone to stop, slowly stepped forward, and nodded: "Are you waiting for me?" Are you leaving? ”

Li Muran looked directly at Wu Lu: "Wu Lu, I, Li Muran, recognize you as my opponent for life." But I will never throw in the towel for you. I'll challenge you again in three years' time, so you must give me a good life. ”

Wu Lu was stunned for a moment, and then he said in a quiet and serious tone: "Then we agree that we must live well, because every three years in the future, I will wait for you to challenge." ”

"Good! I, Li Muran, agreed. Li Muran replied heroically, and then turned around and galloped away.

At this time, the sky and the earth were dark. From a distance, it looked like a demon's gushing mouth, vowing to devour everything, but saw the immortal genius of the Sword Clan rushing into the dark curtain without hesitation. At that moment, I saw that Wu Lu was terrified in his heart.

Wu Lu suddenly wanted to call back Li Muran, who was riding a horse far away, but when the words came to his lips, he couldn't find any reason to stay, and in the end he could only watch him go away.

In the days to come, every three years today, Wu Wu Lu will always put on the Great Wilderness military uniform, hold the ghost cut, and stand on the school martial arts square of the Yumen Pass Military Fortress, waiting for someone, waiting for someone who will never come, waiting for the genius of the sword clan who has missed the appointment.

An unspeakable retention, a long journey that could not be stopped, is a regret that can never be vented in my heart. Who said that the living person must be happy, and the person who paints the cage is the saddest.