Chapter 139 Setting, Opening, and Illuminating the Way

As the saying goes, times create heroes, but it is also heroes who drive the times.

To take an enemy general's head from a thousand troops seems like a fantasy, but the biggest difference between reality and the stories told by storytellers in teahouses is that the storytellers have to be logical when making up stories. Otherwise, the listeners would not hesitate to use teacups and fruit plates to greet them, so that they could see what happens when they make up stories to fool people;

But reality doesn't need logic.

As far as Gelimu was concerned, he did nothing wrong. Xuehai Pass was taken away by the Yan people. He tried to talk to the enemy general while the army was making siege equipment. This was a positive attitude, because Xuehai Pass was too important to the Wildlings.

It's like picking a fight with the next-door dorm.

Gelimu took the son of the local police chief in their dorm with him.

He thought it was a sure thing,

But standing next to the guy in the next dorm was the police chief... and it was the police chief himself.

He could actually encounter such a thing, which can be said to be a non-human crime. His fate was really miserable.

If he had the opportunity at this time, Gelimu really wanted to turn around and have a good talk with the Sword Saint;

To say that he was also a Jin person. If you can sheathe your sword at this time, I am willing to defect and contribute to expelling the Wildlings.

In a life-and-death crisis,

Any oath, any promise, whether betting on God or one's own ancestors, he would be willing.

But at this time, any pause, any hesitation, could be fatal.

Gelimu couldn't stop, and he didn't dare to stop. If he was facing thousands of troops, to be honest, he wouldn't be so timid. Even if thousands of troops surrounded him, after a turn, he would only need to face twenty or thirty people directly. With his martial artist realm, although it was still a narrow escape from death, it wouldn't be enough to be killed instantly.

However, the one behind him,

Had the ability to seal his throat with one sword,

And no one would question his ability.

The scene of rushing, chasing, and blocking,

Continued;

At this time, a scene from a year ago in the inner house of the Situ family appeared in the Sword Saint's mind. Situ Lei took him into the heavily guarded inner house, and then, he drew his sword, killed two enshrined experts of the Situ family, and pierced Long Yuan into the chest of the old Situ family head;

Half a year later, he found his younger brother in the Jingji area of the Jin Kingdom and persuaded him to give up the Jin Emperor as his elder brother.

Later,

Situ Lei's personal conquest failed, and the Wildlings entered the pass;

His younger brother died in battle, and the Jin royal family was moved to Yanjing.

He was defeated by the Southern Marquis of the Yan people and retreated in a panic, dropping his sword.

The Sword Saint was once very confused. It seemed that whatever he did was wrong. He bore the name of Sword Saint, but in this life, it seemed that the only thing he could rely on was a sword.

I can only kill people, I only deserve to kill people, and I only... know how to kill people with a sword.

There were some things that the Sword Saint never told Zheng Fan, that was that he really liked the time when he was a city guard in Shengle City. The Yu family had been declining for several generations. Although he was surnamed Yu, he came from a poor family.

He came from the common people, but he hadn't returned to the life of ordinary people for a long time.

For a few months in Shengle, he felt like he was back;

The atmosphere in Shengle City made him instinctively uncomfortable. He always felt that the style of the General's Mansion managing everything made people feel oppressed.

As a person in the martial world, what he disliked most was restraint.

But from the perspective of an ordinary person, at least the teenagers there could go to private schools, and the old people could go to the clinic to get medicine. There, no one would starve to death.

Even widows' families could support their mothers-in-law and children by working in workshops.

He didn't really like that Zheng fellow. He always felt that he was very hypocritical;

The soldiers and civilians in Shengle, especially those soldiers, had an almost imprinted worship of General Zheng, but he knew that these were completely two different General Zhengs.

But it was undeniable that what the Zheng fellow did was very particular and authentic.

As a Yan person who rose through military achievements, it was really not easy to be able to govern one side of the people without them suffering from cold and hunger.

So,

Zheng Fan said,

To kill this Gelimu,

So he came to kill him.

Since,

Since,

Since doing anything on his own would cause bad results, then just do what he said. At least, he had proven that what he did was good.

The sound of horses' hooves was getting denser and denser, and more and more Wildling cavalry were rushing towards here. They were trying to use their flesh and blood, and the weapons they wielded, to stop him.

But these people,

What did they count for?

They really didn't count for anything.

The Sword Saint always believed that his sword was the number one sword in the world.

He had said this to his disciple.

The disciple asked him, then who is the second sword in the world?

The Sword Saint replied: Yuan Zhenxing.

The Sword Maid was very happy.

She thought that her master was just trying to make her happy by calling her dead master the second sword in the world, instead of the second sword in Qian.

But in fact, the Sword Saint was speaking from his heart.

Li Liang Shen joined the army and devoted himself to the Zhenbei Marquis Mansion, obeying the orders of the Zhenbei Marquis. Now he is guarding Yanjing and listening to the will of the Yan Emperor, just like the heavy ancient sword in his hand, carved full of stereotypes and rules;

The Chu Kingdom's sword maker was obsessed with making swords all his life, but his sword furnace was made of gold, silver, and jade. He himself was a hereditary nobleman of the Chu Kingdom, and now he was running around for the prince.

It is said that this time the Chu people and the Wildlings joined forces, and he had also appeared on the Wangjiang River.

He succeeded in the sword furnace, was trapped in the sword furnace, and suffered from the sword furnace.

One side of the world, people locked in it, is called "prison."

Bai Li Jian was the martial arts teacher of the Crown Prince of the Qian Kingdom, and shared the glory of both literary and martial arts with Yao Zizhan.

Outside Yanjing City, he guarded Zang Fuzi and cut off the Great Yan Dragon Vein without drawing his sword;

Under Shangjing City, countless Qian Kingdom people were driven by Li Fusheng to attack the city, but he retreated directly without drawing his sword.

His sword, no matter how fast, was ultimately as fragile as jade, for fear of the slightest flaw.

On the contrary, that Yuan Zhenxing,

On the side of the Bian River,

Went to his death generously,

Died uselessly, but interpreted the true spirit of the sword holder.

The sword, an ancient sacred object, is supreme and noble, and is revered by gods and men alike.

Standing upright,

Not falling into evil ways,

Throughout the ages,

The martial world has bred countless famous swords,

But after the sword came out of the martial world, it was mostly covered in dust and lost its original intention.

That Zheng kid once said that after this battle, he would "package" himself;

Under Fengxin City, he took the gate with one sword;

In front of Xuehai Pass, he killed the enemy chief;

Martial world stories, taverns and teahouses, for more than ten years, would have to rely on his stories to drink and taste tea;

However,

What that Zheng kid didn't know was that,

He no longer valued these reputations.

More than a hundred sunrises and sunsets at the south gate of Shengle City made him think about many things, and also made him change a lot.

At the widow's door, every time she came back from work, she looked at him with eyes as clear and penetrating as the water just drawn from the tank.

Many things, once put down, were put down, but only one thing was always hung around his waist.

Tian Wujing,

You once said that the martial world was too small, so small that you found it ridiculous,

Indeed,

The martial world is indeed small,

I, who am in the small martial world, can only show off my courage.

People of the martial world do things of the martial world,

The Wildlings who are pouring into this vast land of the Three Jin Kingdoms,

Will have to rely on you, Marquis Jingnan, to clean them up completely.

In an instant,

The Sword Saint's aura suddenly skyrocketed!

Today,

I,

Yu Huaping,

Am the sword holder of this era:

Establishing destiny,

Opening the edge,

Illuminating the way!

Suddenly,

A terrifying sword energy vented out,

Gelimu, who was fleeing for his life, widened his eyes,

He had never felt this powerful aura before, and a feeling of despair immediately filled his heart.

Behind him, Haxi, who was rushing here, showed a look of surprise and fear,

Because he sensed it,

This was not the aura of a third-rank swordsman,

At this time, the Sword Saint,

Was exuding a terrifying sword intent that surpassed the third rank!

The various paths, methods, and arts in the world all lead to the same goal in the end. The top of the third rank leaves one or two spaces as blank space;

Those of the first and second ranks are almost non-existent in the world. Perhaps their traces have appeared in the records, and it is said that a certain ancestor of a certain family had reached that height, but in the end, it was never truly shown to the public.

Western methods are also the same. Although they are not divided according to ranks, there are "super" and "saint" above the top, which are almost equivalent to the Eastern "second rank" and "first rank."

If they really don't exist, then why are there two spaces left?

If they really do exist, why haven't they been seen for hundreds of years?

Haxi's heart almost stopped at this time. He had seen it, he had seen it, he had really seen it.

In an instant,

The Sword Saint's figure directly came behind Gelimu,

The Wildling cavalry were unable to block the Sword Saint's route. In fact, this speed was no longer something they could block if they wanted to.

The sword body was moving, it was the sword controlling the person, not the person controlling the sword;

Human power has an end, but the sword exceeds a certain restraint.

A terrifying pressure covered down,

Gelimu turned his head in despair,

Looking at the Sword Saint beside him,

He could see blood flowing from the Sword Saint's eyes, ears, mouth, and nose. Obviously, even the Sword Saint had to pay an extremely heavy price for this power and speed that exceeded the ordinary realm!

But he actually forcibly elevated his realm at this time in order to kill himself!

For a time,

Gelimu didn't even know whether he should continue to be frightened or feel a little flattered.

He was a martial artist, a high-ranking martial artist, so he naturally knew the great terror and great opportunity of this realm. To die under this sword should be an honor as a martial artist.

But soon, he let out a roar:

"I don't want to die!"

This face, which was no different from ordinary Jin people, began to distort because of the desire to survive.

He still had many, many things to do. He didn't want to die, he didn't want to die!

However,

The Sword Saint didn't bother to talk nonsense with him at all,

With his fingertip pointing down,

Long Yuan instantly pierced into Gelimu's back,

The strong physique that martial artists were proud of was as fragile as thin paper at this time.

The Sword Saint pointed his fingertip upward,

Long Yuan pierced out from the top of Gelimu's head,

In an instant,

Gelimu's body was split in two!

Immediately,

The Sword Saint's voice exploded like a Hong Zhong:

"Those who betray their ancestral temples should be punished!"

The Descent of Magic