One person, one sword, I have guarded the lonely city for 70 years

Chapter 378
Song Yun shuttled through the space, escaped from Emperor Xiong's perception in a few strokes, and then chased after Qinghuang along the escape route.

With his current agility, if he really wants to run, no Demon Emperor can catch up.

But Song Yun understood that there were fewer and fewer opportunities to solve problems by running.

This time, he unified the human race as the "Emperor Xuan", with a mountain of responsibility on his shoulders, and the hopes of tens of thousands of races were entrusted to his sword. Compared with "running", the next thing he needs to do is "kill" !
With the sword in your hand, kill all the beasts in the world, and make a bright future for the people!
"Tiger Emperor, Bear Emperor, Python Emperor, at least two of the remaining three demon emperors must die before the human race can gain a firm foothold and I will complete the mission."

While meditating, Song Yun's figure was like lightning, and he had already caught up with a red figure in front of him after flying over a hundred miles.

When Qinghuang looked up, she found that the savior had returned intact. She was surprised and happy, and hurriedly saluted to thank her.

"Thank you for your help! Without your help, my Northeast human race would be completely extinct..."

As Qinghuang said, her expression turned sad.

I thought that the human race would have the strength to fight against the beasts, but today I found out that those beasts had never taken it seriously before. This is the most desperate thing.

This battle broke her heart.

However, the appearance of Song Yun left her with the last glimmer of hope.

"The Emperor Xiong didn't catch up?"

"Don't worry, that beast is heavy and heavy, so he stopped chasing him a long time ago."

Qinghuang nodded, and after flying for a while, asked again: "What is the current Northwest like?"

"There are no ferocious beasts in the northwest, and the human race can move freely without worrying about safety."

"All tribes can live in the best oasis. People hunt, plant, collect wild fruits, and raise cattle and sheep..."

"Lit a bonfire every night, ate meat, sang, danced..."

Song Yun briefly introduced a few words, and Qinghuang was very absorbed in listening, and she didn't speak for a long time, with envious eyes showing in her eyes.

The living conditions of the Northwest human race seem to be very ordinary, but it was unimaginable in the past.

In an era where fierce beasts are rampant, creating such a paradise requires extremely terrifying strength, and Qinghuang also understands that she cannot envy her.

She quietly observed Song Yun. This white-robed young man looked to be in his 20s. Although it was easy for a martial artist to change his image, it could be seen from his temperament and demeanor that Song Yun was indeed young.

"How did you reach this level in just over 20 years?"

It was inappropriate to inquire about the secrets of other people's cultivation, but she still couldn't help asking, hoping to get some inspiration.

Song Yun just smiled mysteriously, "My 20 years seem to have passed a hundred thousand years."

He traveled upstream along the long river of time, starting from a hundred years of troubled times, going through the Great Xia Dynasty, the era of the Five Emperors, and then to the present barbaric era. During 10 years, he fought against the most powerful enemy, joined forces with the best geniuses, and learned The most quintessential kung fu classics of all ages, with such an encounter, it's hard to imagine a low level of cultivation.

Qinghuang couldn't understand the meaning of these words, and thought about it all the way.

Northwest has arrived.

Thousands of miles of wind and smoke, vast mountains and rivers, oases dotted in the wasteland, and smoke rising from the depths of the oasis.

Qinghuang stared blankly into the distance, "It's indeed a good place!"

At this time, the southern human tribe had already moved to the northwest, and just settled down, Xuanwu did not run around, but waited quietly in front of Song Yun's tent with a few patriarchs.

Yin Han had just been promoted, and it was at the time when he wanted to fight the most, holding a stone sword in his hand, staring at Xuan Wu eager to try.

Xuan Wu's face was full of helplessness, he didn't dare to do anything casually in Song Yun's territory.

After waiting for a while, he finally saw Song Yun's figure. He breathed a sigh of relief and shouted loudly: "My lord, the eleven tribes in the south have all settled down and are waiting for the emperor to dispatch."

Song Yun landed slowly, and glanced at him with a half-smile, "Do you want to continue to control your tribes?"

Xuan Wu was a little embarrassed, but still nodded cheekily.

"Then you can bring it yourself, Xing Ge's tribe and come to me."

Xuanwu was overjoyed after hearing this.

If Song Yun really wanted to take him under his command, there was nothing he could do, so he was always nervous, until now he was relieved, and quickly praised the great achievements of Lord Xuandi.

Xuanwu thought he had taken advantage of it, but he didn't know that he would lose some more important opportunities.

He got off to a good start, but in the next 6 years, he was the worst among the Four Emperors and had the lowest status.

On the other side, Yin Han took a look at Qinghuang, felt the fluctuation of her breath, raised his eyebrows and asked:
"Martial arts immortal? Early stage?"

Qinghuang nodded.

Yin Han suddenly became interested, and raised the stone sword in his palm, "Try it?"

Qinghuang understood that she had chosen to join the Northwest, and she had to show her strength in front of her boss. She herself was also brave and warlike. Seeing that Song Yun did not object, she raised her eyebrows, "Then try."

Regardless of the wounds on his body, he picked up the Fengyan twin sabers and went on.

It hasn't been long since she was promoted to a human immortal, and she is on the same level as Yin Han, with a sword like fire and a sword like frost.

Xuan Wu stood far away, afraid of getting himself involved, looked at Song Yun for a while and said:
"Congratulations to Lord Xuandi, you have won two more generals."

"Nowadays, all the human races in the world are throwing themselves to the northwest, and the number one emperor is well deserved..."

After interrupting Xuanwu's flattery with a wave of his hand, Song Yun shook his head and said, "If you put all your attention on cultivation, you may be stronger than others."

"My aptitude is limited, so I can't compare to Master Xuandi who is extremely talented." Xuan Wu didn't feel embarrassed, he laughed.

In the air, Yin Han and Qinghuang fought for more than a hundred rounds, with neither winner nor loser.

"You're injured, and you won't be able to win by force. Let's compete after the injury recovers."

Yin Han signaled to stop fighting, put away the stone sword, and found that the blade had been cut several times by the two knives, and felt distressed.

Song Yun was planning to use the system to repair the gold-patterned black steel sword. Seeing this, he said:
"Let me see your sword."

Although Yin Han's stone sword is made of rare ore, it has not been smelted enough, and it can only be regarded as a sword embryo at best.

It's okay to use it in the realm of martial saints, but it's not enough to see it at the level of human immortals.

"Leave the sword to me these few days, and temper it for you."

(End of this chapter)