Martial Arts and Fantasy: the Evil Emperor of All Realms

Seeing that the woman was still breathing, the big man stabbed the woman in the chest.

The big man walked towards the boy.

The sound of every step seemed so terrifying to the young man's ears, but his expression was still dull, full of reluctance, and he stared blankly at the three women who begged for him.

The big man came in front of the young man, and he was going to brandish a knife to understand the young man so as to avoid future troubles.

Chapter 17 Massacre

But at this moment, there were a few screams behind him, and he turned around quickly, only to see a man about twenty-four or five years old was slaughtering his companions, simply swung his sword twice , his companions are few and far between.

"Who the hell are you?" the big man shouted angrily.

The man swung his sword again, and several sword shadows appeared in the void around the bandits.

"Ah..." Except for the big guy next to the boy, he was dealt with the rest of the bandits.

"Who are you?" The big man was furious.

"What's the point of telling a name to a dying person?" The man stepped forward calmly.

The big man swung his knife to resist, but he solved it before he could make a move.

Shua, Shua, Shua!

Three times in a row, the big man was cut into three pieces!

The moon was still shining in the sky, but the young man had lost his last support, lost in front of his eyes.

The boy fell powerlessly in front of the woman kneeling in front of him, full of powerlessness.

"I passed by here, and meeting you is a kind of fate. The revenge has been avenged for you. No matter how much grief you feel, but death cannot be brought back to life. Just surviving is considered a blessing." The man wiped it off. His long sword, said at the same time.

As he said that, he was about to leave, but he didn't take a few steps. He looked back at the young man, with an inexplicable sadness in his eyes.

"This kind of thing has become commonplace. The smell of blood and white plums emanating from the ground, the unfortunate who were slaughtered by thieves like dogs, or the unfortunate who were sold to brothels by human traffickers to be prostitutes, yes, this kind of thing has already happened. It’s commonplace, yes, it’s already commonplace.” The man thought to himself.

"It has been in the past, and it will be in the future. Individual power cannot make any changes in the torrent of this era, especially under the conspiracy of those people." The man looked at the young man in a daze and said secretly.

"Even if I see and kill once, such tragedies are happening in other places at the same time. The world needs a correct leader."

The next day.

As the sun rises, the earth glows with new vitality.

The man is on the road between the mountains, holding a gourd in his hand.

"Even if I follow the tenet of the Heavenly Sword Sect and wield the sword in righteousness, it's the same if I keep wielding the sword. I can't save all the people. What I can do now is to bury the dead people's bodies properly." The man He came to the place where he rescued the boy last night.

When he saw the changes in this place, he was taken aback and his pupils constricted.

I saw more graves on the ground, which looked extremely sad under the sunlight of the sunrise.

It was the boy who buried all the dead here.

The boy is standing alone on a special grave.

"I can't see that you, a child, can actually bury all your relatives, not only relatives, but even bandits!" the man asked.

"Not relatives. The three older sisters met a month ago. They treated me very well. My sister said that the people who sent us here were human traffickers." The boy whispered.

"Mother died when she was ill last year. As for my father, he disappeared very early. Although I don't know what human traffickers are, and my sister and the others didn't give any explanation, I know they are not good people, but they died. In the end, it’s just a corpse.” At the beginning of human life, the saying that nature is inherently good is vividly reflected in this young child.

"The stone tomb in front of you is..." the man asked.

"It's Sister Yushi, Sister Ling, and Sister Yun!" the boy replied.

"Although we have only known each other for a month, because I am only a child, they begged the thieves to let me go. I wanted to give up my life to protect them, but they saved me. They gave up their lives to save me." I, so, I did my best to find some stones to build a grave for them to sleep in and have a good dream, but here I can only find stones, not even some decent flowers."

The boy said blankly, but he spoke clearly, and he didn't seem to be stimulated.

Seeing this, the man was secretly amazed, but he knew that this young man was not as calm as he seemed.

After hearing what the boy said, the man was taken aback: "Flowers?"

While wondering, he looked around. Indeed, although there are only a lot of vegetation here, the flowers grow too scattered, but it is not without beautiful flowers.

When the boy was in a daze, he suddenly disappeared in a flash. When the boy came back to his senses, he found that the man behind him had three purple flowers on his hands.

The boy suddenly said: "This is..."

"No matter how you say it, it doesn't matter if it's more or less, it also represents your heart, so dress them up." The man said calmly as he handed the flowers to the young man.

"Hmm..." The young man didn't say much, took the purple flowers in his hands and placed them on the three stone tombs, closed his hands, and prayed devoutly.

"Three sisters, when I grow up, I will definitely find a very beautiful place to bury you well." The young man whispered to himself.

Hearing this, the man opened the gourd on his body and poured all the wine on the gourd on the stone grave: "If you're alive, if you haven't even tasted the taste of fine wine, then you don't know how to enjoy it. This is my gift offerings to them."

"Thank you very much. Excuse me, why..." The young man was puzzled.

"My name is Feng Tianyu, I am a swordsman, and I know a little bit about swordsmanship." The man said.

"sword?"

Chapter 18 Feeling

"My child, although you are different from me, your small hands already need to feel the weight of the three of their bodies. The dead body is much heavier, I have a deep understanding of this, we are the same, carrying the burden of the dead for you and living!"