Shenjian Mountain, the three generations of Lu lords stood in front of the sword house, describing it as withered, more old than a year ago, his eyes were a little cloudy, the skin on his face was mottled like withered bark, the three generations of Lu lords sighed, stretched out his hand, his nails were already blackened, inch by inch peeled off, and the flesh and blood were blurred.

Between the eyebrows, there was a little bit of black qi that was so thick that it could not be dissolved, and the three generations of Lu Lords knew that they had reached the time limit, and the oil was exhausted, and they could no longer support the sword light of the future sword, sheltering the entire heavens and ten thousand worlds.

"It's time. ”

The three generations of Lu lords sighed, stretched out their hands and slowly stroked the petrified sword, the future sword is immortal, but people will die after all, with their own strength, support the future sword against the desolate demons, the three generations of Lu lords have done their own limit, and now it is time to hand over this responsibility of protecting sentient beings to others.

If possible, the three generations of Lu lords would rather live forever than hand over this position, not for power and glory, but just because they don't want anyone else like him, who guards the sword and burns his whole life to support a hope and a future.

Thinking of this, the three generations of Lu lords couldn't help but raise their heads, looking at the darkness that seemed to be endless, and guessed whether the forest wilderness in the darkness in the darkness was the same as him, bearing an unimaginable burden.

And he still has the day of liberation, the forest that sank in the darkness, but it is the day of eternal liberation, and it must be lonely and difficult to endure forever.

The three generations of Lu lords shook their heads, knowing that they were really dying, otherwise why would they suddenly have some pity and sympathy for the forest desolation that sank into darkness? Perhaps being the demon god of destruction is the same as being the savior of this common life, they are all the same loneliness, loneliness, and bear the weight that ordinary people can't bear.

"Master Lu, it's time. All the mountain guards have returned. ”

The three generations of Lu masters came back to their senses from their boundless reverie. Nodding, his voice dry and hoarse, "Are they all back?" ”

Saying that, the three generations of Lu masters slowly walked out of the Sword Mansion, and as far as their eyes passed, they could see familiar faces, with the smell of iron and blood that had not faded, standing resolutely and resolutely outside the Sword Mansion.

The third generation of lords sighed, "This is not a glorious position. Have you all figured it out?"

No one answered, but everyone's determined gaze told the three generations of lords. They're all ready, and no one is going to back down. The three generations of Lu Lords nodded, "Okay." Very good. In that case, I won't say much more. ”

As he spoke, the three generations of Lu Lords stretched out their hands and pointed, and a sword light suddenly flew up from the petrified big sword in the Sword Mansion, this is a wisp of sword intent of the future sword, it will make its own choice, and choose the next generation of sword-wielding people among these mountain guards. The man who worships the sword.

The sword light swirled, with a slight chill, through everyone's hearts, and Xinghe snorted. The sword light was piercing, and there was some severe pain, but Xinghe didn't change his face, just looked at the sword light that flew up again. There is only one thought in my heart, that person must be myself.

The light of the sword passed through the hearts of each mountain guard. Falling again in mid-air, it flickered, divided into three, and fell into three people, and in an instant it was like being burned by a soldering iron, Xinghe slowly raised his hand, and saw that a small sword mark had appeared in his palm, and immediately knew that he had done it after all, and became one of the three candidates.

"Excalibur has chosen the master, and those who have sword marks, stand up. The three generations of lords slowly spoke, and saw a man dressed as a scholar step out, and his eyes were a little complicated.

"Little junior brother. The third generation of the Lu Lord spoke softly, he didn't expect that ten years later, among the people chosen by the future sword, there would be a junior brother of the year.

The scholar-like man laughed, "Senior brother." This is my glory. ”

Those mountain guards who were not selected all sighed, where is this glory, maybe the heavens and sentient beings don't know, those sentient beings only know that there is a future sword in the Divine Sword Mountain that carries everyone's hopes, sheltering the heavens and all worlds, and there is a group of mountain guards guarding the divine sword. How do you know that if you want to support the future sword to protect the heavens and all worlds, ten years, one person will die.

The identity of the lord of the sword, the opportunity to carry the sword, is not glory, but responsibility, the responsibility of knowing that he will die and still die generously. The matter has come to this, the general trend has been fierce, this Shenjian Mountain, among the mountain guards, I don't know how many generations will go forward and succeed, in order to give all beings in the heavens a hope, a future for all beings, and sacrifice nameless.

Another person walked out in this faint and sad atmosphere, it was a middle-aged man, three generations of Lu lords also knew, knowing that this person was rescued from the mountain by a generation of Lu lords, staying here for thirty years, has been unknown, has not been revealed in front of people, the heavens are nameless, but thirty years later, he has become one of the sword masters of the future sword choice, it is conceivable that in these thirty years, he has not wasted a little time.

As for the last person, the eyes of the three generations of Lu lords became a little solemn, and the others also sighed. Xinghe didn't speak, just took a slow step and fought side by side with the other two.

"Galaxy. The third generation of Lu Lords spoke softly, "You can step aside." You're still young, let's fight next time, okay?"

The other two also nodded, "Not bad." Xinghe, you still have a great time to practice, don't be in a hurry, this time, don't fight with us. ”

Xinghe didn't refute, nor did he get angry, but just quietly bowed to the three generations of Lu Lords, "Lu Lord, please also follow the Demon Killing Order." ”

The three generations of Lu lords sighed, "That's it." Since this is your choice, then I have nothing to do. It's just that, Xinghe, I hope you don't fight for the position of the lord with guilt. You should know in your heart that if you stand in this position and hold this sword, your life will no longer belong to you. ”

"I know. Always known. Xinghe Feng nodded lightly and spoke, how could he not know, if it was not clear, why did he let go of Qiannan, if it was not clear, why did he swing his sword and cut the love silk, he didn't even dare to be moved.

It is precisely because he knows better than anyone else that Xinghe knows that he must fight for this position, not for anything else, but just to do what Xingchen did not do and protect this being.

"Follow the Demon Killing Order!"

The three generations of Lu Lords slowly spoke, and the sword light that had dissipated re-condensed. Turning into three rays of light fell on the three of Xinghe, and suddenly one after another the shadows of demons roared from the light.

Everyone looked at the galaxy, because in the light that shrouded the galaxy, the shadow of the Venerable Demon was obviously much more than the other two. Xinghe's face was expressionless, his expression was indifferent, he knew that if he was alone, he would definitely not be able to kill so many demons, and with the help of Qiannan, he would be able to overwhelm the other two and achieve this one.

I just can't think of anything. Those who live and die together, live and die together, and support each other fight side by side, but in the end, they took the position of the lord of the house, chose this loneliness, protected this sentient beings, and were destined to lose her life.

"Repair my sword and be with my son!"

I don't know who shouted the first sentence, and then the entire Excalibur Mountain was full of the same shout. The other two walked up to Xinghe one by one and didn't say anything, just bent down and bowed to Xinghe.

This worship is not the record of the galaxy. It is not the victory of the galaxy that is worshipped, but the life of the galaxy after that, which lives up to the heavens and the common people.

With the movements of the two. The other mountain guards also stepped forward one by one and bowed to Xinghe, but Xinghe was not happy. His eyes were calm, quietly accepting this wordless salute, he looked at the three generations of lords, but his eyes were a little hollow, and his eyes had already lost focus at this moment.

This day, which he has been longing for for a long time, has finally come, since then, he is the fourth generation of the lord of Lu, he has no regrets in his life, and he has not regretted his life, protecting the heavens and the people, this is something that Xingchen has not done, he has always wanted to do it, and he will finally have the opportunity to do it in the future, but why is there no joy and relief in his heart at this moment, but a faint sadness.

His gaze penetrated time and space, as if returning to the night of that day, the starry sky was blurred, and Qiannan's stubborn tearful face, "Xinghe, I hate you." I hate you!"

"Repair my sword and be with my son. ”

The three generations of Lu Lords slowly stretched out their hands and pressed Xinghe's forehead, "Remember that you are not fighting alone, these heavens, these beings are behind you, their hopes are melted into this sword, you hold this sword, you hold the hope of everyone." Live up to the sky, live up to all beings. Can you do it?"

Xinghe laughed, walked through the three generations of Lu Lords step by step, slowly stood in front of the petrified future sword, turned around, and his voice was firm and empty, echoing throughout the Divine Sword Mountain, "I, I can." ”

The three generations of lords and other mountain guards all knelt down and bowed, "Repair my sword and be with my son." Welcome to four generations!"

The wind whistled, the heavens and the earth changed color, and the sword light that lay across the heavens instantly stirred, Xinghe slowly stretched out his hand, and a little blood spilled on his fingertips, and branded his name on the petrified future sword one by one.

Little by little, the blood dipped into the petrified future sword, absorbing the name branded by Xinghe, and he could no longer see it, but Xinghe knew that only the last stroke, the last stroke, his heart, his body, and all of his would be associated with this future sword, and from then on, he would serve the sword and protect the heavens.

"Stop!"

A loud shout sounded, and two figures instantly appeared in the sky of Shenjian Mountain, and everyone suddenly seemed to be facing a great enemy, but when they saw the person who came, everyone was stunned.

Because they both knew each other, the middle-aged man who looked a little tired was the second-generation lord Xingchen, and the beautiful woman on the side was Xingchen's wife and Xinghe's mother.

"Xinghe, come back. ”

Xingchen spoke slowly, his tone was a little solemn, he knew that once the name of Xinghe was completely imprinted in the future sword, the heavenly beings might have a future and hope, but Xinghe would no longer have a future to speak of.

"Galaxy. ”

Xinghe's mother murmured in a low voice, her voice trembling and sad.

Xinghe paused and didn't look back, he knew that it was Xingchen and his mother who came, but now, no one had a chance to turn back. He is the galaxy, and he wants to do what the stars have not done.

PS: Ahem. In January, if everyone participates in the dungeon of the first demon god in history, there should be a lot of monthly pass drops, if you pick it up, please return it immediately, and you can pick up the gold, and you are a good boy. Beautiful man, don't look around, it's you, your monthly pass!And Xingchen, your son is the protagonist, don't you vote yet!(To be continued......)