My sign-in life in Douluo

Chapter 38 Shura Battlefield
I do not know how long it has been.

Jiang Siming kept waving the Absolute Immortal Sword, and gradually forgot where he was.The sword intent around him continued to strengthen, as if it wanted to tear the white space apart.

Finally, Jiang Siming stopped suddenly, pointing at the sky with the Immortal Sword in his hand.The body of the sword turned into dots of golden light and merged into Jiang Siming's body.

At this time, Jiang Siming seemed to be a sword, and the sword was himself.The fierce sword intent of the Juexian Sword spewed out from Jiang Si Mingling.

"I really can't figure out the artistic conception of the sword. Doesn't the sword turn into me? Or the sword itself is me." Jiang Siming shook his head helplessly, the scars on his body healed at some point.After all, Jiang Siming's restrained sword intent.

"No matter why I came to this white space, it seems that I need the approval of the other three swords." Jiang Siming shook his head helplessly.

It turned out that I had never understood my own martial soul, but just used him as a tool.Without thinking, is it really reliable to be powerful for no reason?If you get a power, but don't know where it comes from, when will it go?

Jiang Siming thought for a while, and walked towards the Immortal Killing Sword.

After walking for an unknown amount of time, Jiang Siming could only see that the Immortal Killing Sword was there, but felt that it was never close.

As Jiang Siming walked, the white space around him gradually turned gray.Jiang Siming seems to have gone through so many epochs, experiencing the loneliness he has never had before.

The surrounding white has been exhausted, leaving only endless darkness, and the Immortal Slaughter Sword that has never approached in the distance.

Jiang Siming gradually changed from a handsome young man to an old man.He even forgot what he was going to do?Just move towards the sword ahead.Jiang Siming gradually forgot what he was going to do?Forgot my name.

"Who am I?" Jiang Siming stopped for the first time.Loneliness and strangeness filled his heart.

Slowly, Jiang Siming finally fell down.Reluctantly, he closed his eyes, and at the last moment of closing his eyes, he was still staring at the Immortal Killing Sword whose name was forgotten and which was elusive and unattainable in the distance.

When Jiang Siming opened his eyes again.

He appeared in a battlefield with blood flying everywhere.Beside him were dead, unknown bodies.Countless arrow feathers roared past Jiang Siming.

"Ding, ding..." The sound of clashing swords and shouts of battle stimulated Jiang Siming's eardrums.

A series of unfamiliar images flashed through Jiang Siming's mind.Killing, besides killing, is still killing.

"Who am I? Why am I here?" Jiang Siming thought desperately, feeling one corpse after another falling in front of him.Suddenly, blood splashed onto Jiang Siming's face.His eyes became extremely bright red, and in Jiang Siming's eyes, the world became blood red, like a killing hell.

"General!"

A hasty cry.When Jiang Siming turned his head away, the soldier who called him just now was pierced through the chest by a sword, and blood spattered again.

"No!" Jiang Siming shouted desperately.I don't know when, the armor has been put on the body.He held tightly the Immortal Killing Sword he was looking for before, but he had forgotten it.

Jiang Siming raised his head slowly, and countless enemies came from all directions.But the soldiers guarding him fell one by one.Even Jiang Siming didn't know his name.

"Kill! Kill! Kill!" Jiang Siming shouted frantically.Frantically running towards the enemy, the Immortal Killing Sword kept waving.Every wave takes away a person's life.

There are no fighting skills, no sword moves.This is the most primitive, brutal and bloody massacre.

"I am the vanguard general of the Southern Kingdom, Jiang Siming!" Jiang Siming shouted, not only to vent, but also to wake up the soldiers who had been sleeping forever.

"I am the vanguard general of the Southern Kingdom, Jiang Siming!" Jiang Siming didn't know how long he shouted, and he didn't know how many he killed.

When all the shouting stopped, there was silence all around.It seemed that only Jiang Siming was alive.How many arrow feathers and scars are there on Jiang Siming's body?The pitch-black armor has been dyed blood red.The blood-soaked clothes made Jiang Siming seem to be in the water, unable to escape, and the pungent smell of blood made Jiang Siming unable to breathe.

All the enemies are dead, but all the subordinates are also dead.

Jiang Siming looked at the corpses strewn all over the field, as far as the eye could see!Look full of blood!Looking at the bloody hands again, he couldn't tell whether it was the blood of the enemy or the blood shed by his subordinates to protect him.

The shout behind Jiang Siming sounded again.

"Victory! Victory! Victory!"

The reinforcements from the Southern Kingdom finally arrived, but among the soldiers who stood firm in the Southern Kingdom, only the vanguard general Jiang Siming was left.

"Congratulations, General, you have successfully repelled the enemy. Another great achievement." A middle-aged man with the appearance of a civil servant stood out from among the reinforcements and congratulated him.

Jiang Siming wanted to step forward and ask him, "Why? Why did you come here?"

But every time Jiang Siming took a step, the middle-aged man took a step back, and the reinforcements who came also took a step back.

Jiang Siming saw fear in their eyes, as if he was a lunatic who could only kill.

Jiang Siming joined the army at the age of 16 and has been in the army for 20 years.Countless myths were created by him, and everyone called him the God of War. The people in the southern country regard Jiang Siming as their guardian. A three-year-old child knows that Jiang Siming, the pioneer general of the southern country, will not die, and the southern country will have no worries.I'm afraid they are gradually forgetting that the vanguard troops and the vanguard generals are just to detect the enemy's reality.

"General, Your Majesty has already expected that the general will be victorious. Let me prepare a celebration banquet in advance. It was too late. The general really lived up to everyone's expectations and successfully repelled the enemy." The middle-aged man civil servant seemed to muster up his courage and stopped. Stopping the steps of retreating, he bowed and said.

"Hahaha, celebration banquet! Hahahahaha!" Jiang Siming laughed like crazy!

The middle-aged civil servants, as well as the tens of thousands of reinforcements behind them, were so frightened by the sudden laughter that they showed fearful eyes.

"Celebration wine? You go and drink it! I want to collect the corpses for my brothers." Jiang Siming plunged the Slaying Immortal Sword into the ground.With the sword as the boundary, no one dares to cross it.Jiang Siming turned his back, leaving only a lonely back, a back full of inexplicable emotions.

From then on, Jiang Siming, a pioneer general, no longer existed in the Southern Kingdom.There is an extra corpse collector on the border battlefield that no one dares to offend.

Decades of wind blowing, decades of rain.Jiang Siming has become an old man.And the Immortal Killing Sword still stood there, no one dared to pull it out.The body of the sword was already stained with rust.Maybe it's old?Jiang Siming once again forgot who he is?Forget what you want to do?It's just the repeated corpse of the carrier, as always loathing the sword stuck in the ground.

Occasionally, a few young soldiers from the southern kingdom would curiously ask their generals.Who is that old man?

The general will only say that he is the hero of our southern country.It's that sentence from back then, "If he doesn't die, the South Country will have no worries."

Finally, Jiang Siming seemed to be unable to move the corpse anymore. He sat quietly beside the Immortal Killing Sword, waiting for death to come.

"Sir."

A childish voice woke Jiang Siming up again, and he raised his eyelids with difficulty, revealing his already cloudy eyes.

"Old man, why are you here alone?" The young man obviously just joined the army, maybe out of curiosity, maybe out of pity.

(End of this chapter)