Supreme Emperor of Swords - Chapter 1011

[Chapter 1011 Myths of the Past]

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 even started to step back.

Because of the image that the sky was torn apart and the suspected strongman from the Divine Grace Continent descended on Wenjian Mountain, most people thought it was because Wenjianzong had been defeated by the invaders of the Divine Grace Continent. The strong, began to slaughter the refugees under the mountain.

Such sentiments spread and spread among the crowd.

Many people feel hopeless.

Could it be that the last pure land in Selangor, the only area where the weak can escape, is finally falling? After that, where else can I live? Is it really impossible to escape the fate of a tragic death?

at this time–

“Mother, it doesn’t seem to be a demon of divine grace. Look, those people seem to be people from the Sword Sect?” Song Guang stared at the distance, the mountain gate was wide open, and there was a young man dressed in the same style as the Endless Continent. Come down from the mountain.

“It’s from Wen Jianzong! It’s not a demon of divine grace, it’s someone from Wen Jianzong who has come down the mountain…” Some warriors in the crowd shouted excitedly, and finally recognized the identities of those who came down from the mountain. It is a person dressed in the costume of a disciple of the Swordsman Sect.

“It’s Wen Jianzong…Ahaha, don’t run, we are saved,” people shouted: “Hahaha, the adults of Wen Jianzong finally came down the mountain, they must be moved by our piety, they Come save us!”

“But didn’t Ask Jianzong ascend to the Immortal Realm?” Someone asked suspiciously.

“I know, the vision in the sky before must be that the adults of Wen Jianzong returned from the fairyland, and they came back…” The warrior who shouted first was ecstatic, and suddenly understood something.

The three words “Qianjianzong” have a strange magic power for the people of Selangor. In the past countless years, the “Qianjianzong” has a very good reputation, especially since Li Jianyi and others, the “Qianjianzong” has always been It is a symbol of fighting against demons and protecting civilians. Later, with the rise of Ding Hao and others, the strength of Wen Jianzong soared. Ding Hao became a sage in the eyes of countless people, and Wen Jianzong spread his reputation all over the world.

During this chaotic time, many people are thinking, if Wen Jianzong was not forced away by major forces such as [Qingchuan Temple] and [Anxiang Tianfeng], it would definitely be the same as what they did before and spare no effort. To protect the poor and the weak, with such a strong and benevolent sect as Wen Jianzong, Selangor will not be in chaos like it is now.

Thinking of this, countless people hated the [Qingchuan Hall] and other sects so much that their teeth itch.

As for Wen Jianzong, countless people in Selangor have a kind of trust like treating relatives.

It is a pity that the disciples of the Sword Sect have disappeared in Selangor for too long. For too long, there have not been those gentle, courteous young swordsmen who have acted chivalrous and righteous in Selangor, and countless people have been there. Miss the glorious days of the past.

Therefore, under such feelings, the people of Selangor suddenly saw the appearance of the disciple of the Swordsman Sect, and the excitement and madness was completely understandable.

Under the gaze of countless pairs of eyes, forty young disciples of the Sword Sect came to the refugee area.

Before they could speak, the cheers like a tsunami of mountains and tsunamis completely drowned them.

This kind of scene is like seeing the savior appear.

The forty disciples of the Swordsman Sect, all young people in their twenties, were surprised, excited and proud in such a scene. This is the accumulation of the honor of Swordsman Sect for hundreds of years, and it also made them feel A heavy responsibility and motivation.

“Excuse me…Ask Jianzong…Ding…Is Ding Shenxian back?” a white-haired old man asked tremblingly. He used to be a crazy admirer of Ding Hao. Although he was old and frail, he could not cultivate. But this did not hinder his yearning for martial arts, and he told the story of Ding Hao, a saint from Selangor, in front of his children and grandchildren many times.

It is a pity that his children and grandchildren have all died tragically in the chaos.

Like the white-haired old man, many people looked at these young people nervously.

“Uncle Ding, of course, is back.” The leading young man said with a smile.

Before he could finish speaking, there was another burst of cheers like a tsunami of mountains and tsunamis around him. Many people’s eyes flashed with unprecedented light. The young man had to pause before saying loudly: “Master Ding. The uncle has already ordered the opening of the mountain gate, and Wen Jianzong will start accepting apprentices again from today, and soon the sect will send food, everyone can rest assured that when Wen Jianzong comes back, he will continue to bless the people of Selangor as before.”

The refugee area boiled directly.

Hope has finally come.

Baiman Mountain.

This is a dangerous mountain range located in the southern part of Selangor. It is called a barbaric place, and its name is also derived from this.

Around Baiman Mountain, there were once scattered settlements of large and small human races, among which the most hunters were hunters. Because of the lack of spiritual energy in the mountains, there were few demons and martial arts sects in this area, so the human race could live in peace and hunt for hunting. For a living, in this mountainous area, generations have lived with conviction, but they have not cut off the incense.

Now that the turbulent times have come, some small forces have been defeated and flowed into this mountainous area.

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

There are also branches of the mercenary group of Shen’en Continent who came here and found that there were no resources and treasures to plunder, so they simply enjoyed killing people. This ancient area was finally unable to escape the tragedy of blood baptism.

In a ring-shaped mountain area in the northern part of Baiman Mountain, there is a hunter tribe named Youxue.

The Youxue Tribe is a small tribe. For a long time, it has been a little-known faction with only a few hundred people. It has lived here for generations like beef tendon grass.

Until three or four years ago, a young hunter with superhuman perseverance came out of this tribe and joined the Sword Sect, and finally became famous and had unparalleled influence in the entire Selangor state. I don’t know, the Snow Tribe has become famous because of this.

Unfortunately, as Wen Jianzong left, the glory of the Youxue tribe gradually dissipated.

The arrival of the chaotic era has put the Youxue tribe in a desperate situation.

On this day, disaster finally came.

A mercenary team of divine grace discovered the temporary camp of the Snow Tribe, and immediately launched an attack like a mad dog and a jackal.

In an instant, dozens of hunters were mercilessly beheaded.

Nearly a hundred tribesmen were surrounded by the small square, watching the brutal enemy approaching, unable to make any struggles. Young and middle-aged hunters bent bows and arrows, guarding the outermost periphery, and the old and young women and children were protected in it. There is no way to go, and like a sheep surrounded by wolves, there is no hope in sight.

Surrounded by grinning mercenaries, the mercenary leader at the head was a sturdy bald man with two thick beards that were raised like a machete, and his eyes were like copper bells. Cruel and murderous light.

“It’s just a group of weak ants, not even qualified to be slaves,” the bald giant sneered contemptuously and said, “It’s worthless, kill them all.”

A middle-aged scholar dressed in the endless continent looking down, nodded and bowed over, smiled flatteringly, and said, “Sir, you don’t know, this tribe once had a martial arts myth from Selangor, which is very powerful.”

The corner of the bald giant’s mouth twitched with disdain: “Myth of martial arts? Hahaha, what kind of myth of martial arts can be produced in a poor and barbaric place like you? Haha, myth of shit.”

“Yes yes yes yes, of course you can’t compare to your lord, but at that time, that person also shocked the entire Selangor State, and he was also very famous in the Northern Territory.” The middle-aged scribe said flatteringly.

“It’s just that you ignorant guys haven’t seen a real strong man. Hmph, kill them all. I hope that some bullshit martial arts myth can appear in front of me, and I will kill him with one finger…” The bald giant Disdainful.

The middle-aged scribe nodded quickly and was about to say something when his face suddenly stiffened, his pupils shrank, and he stared blankly into the distance.

The bald giant was startled, followed his gaze, but saw an ordinary-looking young man in his twenties who appeared on a rock more than 20 meters away at an unknown time.

The profound energy in this young man’s body fluctuates weakly and pitifully. He has not yet reached the innate realm. The person behind him bears a strange black long sword.

“Yes… yes… it’s him… he’s back…” The middle-aged scribe fought with his teeth chattering, trembling with fear, unable to utter a complete sentence.

“Who?” the bald giant asked.

But at this moment, there was a loud bang that shook everyone’s heart like a thunderbolt from the blue sky. The rock in the distance suddenly burst open, turning into powder, and the young man on it swayed. Appeared in front of the bald giant.

In an instant, an indescribable terrifying pressure overwhelmed him like a vast ocean. Before the bald man could react, he was crushed by this majestic pressure and fell to his knees instantly, unable to move at all.

The terrifying vigorous vitality erupted from the young man’s body, like a demon god who reigned over the world.

“You…you…are…who?” The bald giant couldn’t hide the extreme shock in his heart. He felt that he was like an ant that was crushed under Mount Tai, facing this kind of Peiran Mo Yu’s majestic blood energy has no resistance at all.

It’s terrifying.

Just the power of blood in his body broke out, and he even crushed himself in the holy realm. What kind of monster is this young man? exist.