Blade and Sword God Sovereign

The mountain gate opened, but I don't know why, and I don't know who will come down from the mountain gate.

Many people are nervous, and some people have already begun to move back.

Because I think of the tearing of the sky I saw before, and the suspected gods of the mainland, the strong people descended on the picture of the sword. Most people thought that this was because the swordsman had already been defeated by the invaders of the gods. The strong, began to kill the refugees under the mountain.

This kind of emotion spreads and spreads among the crowd.

Many people feel desperate.

Is it the last pure land of Selangor, the only area that can be avoided by the weak, has it finally fallen? Since then, where else can I live? Can you really escape the fate of tragic death?

at this time--

"Mother, it seems that it is not a devil of the gods. You see, those people seem to be asking the people of Jianzong?" Song Guang stared at the distance, the mountain gate opened, and the young man dressed in the same style as the endless mainland costume. Going down the hill.

"I asked the man of Jianzong! It is not a demon of the gods, but a person who asked the swordsman to go down the mountain..." Among the crowd, the warriors screamed excitedly and finally recognized the identity of those who came down from the mountains. He is wearing a costume that asks the disciples of Jianzong.

"I asked Jianzong... Ah hahaha, we don't have to run, we are saved," people shouted. "Ha ha ha, ask the adults of Jianzong to finally go down, they must be touched by our piety, they Come save us!"

"But ask the swordsman not to go to the fairy world?" Some people doubted.

"I know, the vision in the sky before, must be that the adults of Jianzong came back from the fairy world, they came back..." The first warrior who was arrogant was ecstatic and suddenly understood something.

Asked the three words of Jianzong, for the people of Selangor, there is a strange magic. In the past few years, the name of Jianzong was very good, especially from Li Jianyi and others, asking Jianzong to always It was a symbol of fighting against demons and protecting civilians. Later, Ding Hao and others rose up and asked Jian Zong's strength to soar. Ding Hao Buwu, became a saint in the minds of countless people, and asked Jian Zong to spread the world.

During this chaotic time, many people are thinking, if you ask Jianzong not to be forced away by the big forces such as [Qingchuan Temple] and [Xiangxiang Tianfeng], it will be as much as they have done before. Protecting the poor and the weak, with the strong and benevolent Zongmen sitting in the town, Xuezhou will not be chaotic.

At the thought of this, countless people hated the [Zhongchuan Temple] and other sects.

For Wen Jianzong, countless Xuezhou people have a general trust in treating their loved ones.

It is a pity that the disciples of Jianzong have disappeared into the land of Selangor for too long. In the long time, there are no gentle, courteous young swordsmen who are in the snow in the land of Selangor. Countless people are here. Missing the glory days of the past.

Therefore, under such feelings, the people of Selangor suddenly saw the appearance of the disciples of Jianzong, and the feeling of excitement and madness was completely understandable.

Under the watchful eyes of countless eyes, forty young disciples of the swordsmen came to the refugee area.

They have not waited for them to speak, and the cheers of the mountains and the tsunami have completely drowned them.

This kind of scene is like seeing the savior appear.

Forty disciples asked Jianzong disciples, all of whom are young people in their twenties. In such a scene, they are amazed and excited. This is the accumulation of hundreds of years of glory for Jian Zong, and they feel A heavy responsibility and motivation.

"Excuse me... ask Jianzong... Ding... Ding Shenxian is back?" A white-haired old man twitched and asked, he used to be Ding Hao’s crazy admirer, although he was old and weak, unable to cultivate, But this does not hinder his yearning for the martial arts. I do not know how many times before the children and grandchildren to tell the story of the sage of Ding Hao, the sage of Selangor.

It is a pity that his children and grandchildren are now in tragic death.

Many people, like the white-haired old man, watched these young people nervously.

"Ding Shishuzu certainly came back." The young man smiled.

I haven't finished it yet, and there is a shout of shouting in the mountains. Many people's eyes are shining with light that has never been seen before. The young people have to pause, and they shouted loudly: The uncle has already ordered the opening of the mountain gate and asked Jianzong to re-admit the apprentice from today. Soon the Zongzhong will send the grain down. Everyone can rest assured that the sword is back, and will be the same as before, to protect the people of Xuezhou."

The refugee area has boiled directly.

Hope, finally came.

......

Bai Man Mountain.

This is a sinister mountain range in the southern part of Selangor. Its inner layers are stacked, strange peaks are everywhere, the mountains are sinister, and many beasts are infested. It is called a barbaric land, and its name is exactly what it is.

Around the Baiman Mountain, there have been large and small settlements of people and humanities, among which the hunters are the most. Because there is no aura in the mountains, there are few demons in this area, and there are few martial arts ancestral gates. The human race can therefore live in order to hunt. For the sake of life, although in this mountainous area, although living and faithful, but did not cut off the incense.

Now that the chaos has come, some small forces have lost their rumors and passed into this mountainous area.

In a short time, countless hunters and settlements were massacred.

There is also a branch of the Gods Enemy Mercenary Corps who came here and found that there is no resource and the gods can plunder, so simply killing people, this ancient area can not escape the **** baptism tragedy.

In a ring-shaped mountainous area north of Baiman Mountain, there is a hunter tribe named Snow.

The Snow Tribe is a small tribe. It has been a small, unknown force for a long time. The number is not too many. It is like a cow grass like a cow's grass. It has lived here for generations.

Until three or four years ago, among the tribes, a hunter boy who was persevering in supermanship, went to ask Jianzong, and finally became famous. He had an unparalleled influence throughout Xuezhou. I don't know, there are snow tribes that have made a name for themselves.

It is a pity that with the departure of the sword, the glory of the snow tribe gradually dissipated.

With the advent of the chaotic era, the snow tribe has also fallen into desperation.

On this day, the disaster finally came.

A squad of mercenaries found a temporary station with a snow tribe and immediately launched an attack like a mad dog.

In the blink of an eye, dozens of hunters were ruthlessly killed.

Nearly a hundred tribes were surrounded by small squares, watching the ferocious enemies approaching and unable to make any struggles. Young and middle-aged hunters bent their arrows and guarded the outermost periphery, and the young and old women were protected. There is no way to go, like the sheep that fall into the wolves, and there is no hope.

There is a smirking **** mercenary surrounded by a mercenary leader, a mercenary leader headed by a sturdy, bald-headed giant, with two thick beards, such as a scimitar, tilted upwards, and the bells are blinking. The light of cruel killing.

"It’s just a group of weak ants, not even a slave," the bald-headed man sneered slyly and said: "There is no value, killing."

A middle-aged scribe who was wearing an endless mainland looking down, nodded and smiled and said: "You don't know adults. In this tribe, there was a martial art myth in Selangor, which is very powerful."

The bald head of the head of the bald head screams disdain: "Wu Tao myth? Hahaha, what kind of martial myth can you produce such a small poor wild land? Haha, the myth of shit."

"Yes, yes, of course, you can't compare with the adults, but the man was also shocked across the whole of Selangor, and is also very famous in the North." The middle-aged scribe was flattering.

"It’s just that you guys who haven’t seen the real strong guys, hey, they’re killing, I’m hoping that what the **** mythology can appear in front of me, I’m going to kill him with one finger...” The bald giant disdain tunnel.

The middle-aged scribe quickly nodded and was about to say something. Suddenly, his face was stiff, his pupils were shrinking, and he looked at the distance.

The bald-headed giant looked at him with his gaze, but saw a young man in his twenties, who did not know when he appeared on a rock more than 20 meters away.

The young man's body is weak and faint, but he has not yet reached the congenital state. The back of the person has a strange black long knife, his face is dark, his eyes are firm, and he has a strange threat.

"Yes...Yes...it is him...he is back..." The middle-aged scribes screamed in their teeth, trembled with fear, and couldn't even say a complete sentence.

"Who?" asked the bald giant.

However, at this moment, the sound of the explosion banged like a blue sky, and it was shocked by everyone’s heart. The rock in the distance suddenly exploded and turned into a powder. The young man’s body was already shaken. Appeared in front of the bald giant.

霎Time An indescribable terror pressure, such as Wang Yang, is overwhelmingly overwhelmed by the sea. The bald giant has not yet reacted, and this pressure is so tight that it is hard to move.

The thriving vitality of the horror erupted from the body of the young man, such as a demon **** who is in the world.

"You...you...is...who?" The bald-headed man was so shocked that he was so shocked that he felt like a worm that was pressed under Mount Tai. Pei Li Mo Yu's majestic blood power is actually without the slightest resistance.

It’s terrible.

It’s just the power of the blood in the body, and it’s crushing the self-cultivation of the sacred world. What kind of monster is this young man? The bald-headed man is shocked and inexplicable. He cannot understand that there is such a strong person in the world. presence.