On the plain before Snowsea Pass, sword Qi was wantonly unleashed.

The reason why a human is human

is because he possesses more complex emotions that transcend those of beasts.

Emotions that deviate from the instinct for survival, even useless or harmful to survival.

In this world, there are few who can understand the Sword Saint.

In his childhood, Yu Huaping's most anticipated thing every day was to go to the old shop outside the imperial city to eat a bowl of soup cake. The rich aroma of meat, with a large handful of scallions and coriander, was enough to intoxicate anyone.

The hardship of his life, and the difficulty of the eldest brother acting as a father, all vanished in the steaming white mist.

In his youth, the Sword Saint followed his master to learn the sword. The Sword Saint's master was not well-known in the martial world, because the peak of his master's life was only an eighth-rank swordsman.

Entrusting himself to an ordinary wealthy family as a retainer would guarantee food and clothing, but it was really not enough to make a name for himself in the martial world.

However, what a true genius needs is only the first sword and the most basic set of swordsmanship.

After all, whether there is emerald essence or a dark piece inside the stone, it does not matter whether you use fine iron to open the stone or a broken file.

Before his death, the master said to Yu Huaping:

You are you,

I am me,

I have no regrets in this life that I can teach you;

It is my luck that you can meet me;

I am your master, but you don't need to tell outsiders who your master is. In the future, there will inevitably be a mountain peak belonging to you on the path of swordsmanship. I don't need you to make a name for me.

How can a mayfly wielding a sword share its brilliance with the sun and moon?

Therefore, no one in the world knows who the Sword Saint's master is, always thinking that he is some reclusive master of swordsmanship, but in fact, he is just a free and easy old man who is unwilling to shamelessly蹭(cèng-to sponge off of) his disciple's glory until his death.

In middle age, one settles down.

A sword, challenging everywhere, accumulating the height of his swordsmanship, and at the same time, piling up his status as one of the Four Great Swordsmen.

The word "Saint" can be used on him, proving that the entire martial world is convinced of his monument on the road of swordsmanship.

The Baili family has the support of the Qian Kingdom's Zhao family behind them, Li Liangshen has the support of the Zhenbei Marquis's Mansion and the Zhenbei Army cavalry under his command, and the Chu Kingdom's swordsmith has the support of the Chu land's centuries-old aristocratic families;

Only he, Yu Huaping, although surnamed Yu, truly rose from the grassroots.

A martial world person should naturally come from the martial world, so this martial world used the only "Saint" on him.

In the words of the martial world people themselves, what does the other three families have to do with the martial world?

Only Yu Huaping is the most authentic of their own.

The rise of the grassroots, a sword across his life, is the real martial world dream pursued by young heroes and heroines.

Killing the head of the Situ family, helping Situ Lei seize the throne; betraying the Jin Emperor, his younger brother died in battle; the barbarians entered the pass, and the people were plunged into misery.

In middle age, there always seems to be a period of confusion. In the words of General Zheng, it is the so-called mid-life crisis, and the Sword Saint is no exception.

Looking back on the past, you will find that you have actually done so many crappy things;

Looking to the future, you find that the future is actually a团浆糊(tuan jiang hu - a mess) in your sight.

The calm of the sea is only temporarily suppressing the汹涌(xiong yong - surging) waves.

All that is needed

is a sea breeze,

is a dark cloud,

is a petrel,

Suddenly,

pierced everything and broke this ridiculous calm;

Some people will collapse because of this, sitting on the ground and crying;

And some people will take advantage of the situation to爆发(bao fa - erupt);

Obviously, the Sword Saint belongs to the latter.

Perhaps, even the Sword Saint himself did not expect that the situation would become like this. It was just an assassination of a second-rate devil, was it necessary to risk everything?

But things happened and developed so naturally...

If you ask him if he regrets it,

He would probably ask you:

In this world, is there a curved sword blade?

Longyuan in hand,

turning into a scarlet training,

Blood溢(yi - overflowed) from the Sword Saint's eyes, ears, mouth and nose, but his whole person showed an unusual clarity.

Let the depressed Qi in my chest be swept away at this moment!

A sword,

Longyuan sacrificed,

drew a circle around the Sword Saint,

In a flash,

a sword wound opened in the chest of a hundred barbarian knights,

The armor they had just plundered seemed as thin as cicada wings in front of Longyuan at this moment.

Many barbarians lowered their heads in disbelief, looking at the hole in their chest, did they just... die?

The corpses of barbarian warriors fell from their war horses,

And this,

is just the beginning!

I,

Yu Huaping, have practiced the sword for thirty years,

have nurtured the sword for thirty years,

how can I have only this little spirit?

Longyuan flew out again, piercing the bodies of the barbarians one by one. With the Sword Saint as the center, the barbarian warriors around him fell off their horses one by one.团(tuan - Clumps) of blood mist filled the air, like fireworks of life, blooming for withering.

If Grim's death was like a heavy hammer, hitting these barbarian warriors and causing them to lose their minds,

Then,

the terrifying power displayed by the Sword Saint at this moment

is like one heavy whip after another,

is collapsing their inner courage.

This person is a devil!

This person is invincible!

For a time, in the encirclement, the inner circle of barbarian knights began to rein in their horses, but the outer circle of barbarian knights continued to涌入(yong ru - pour in).

The situation

has not improved much.

However,

the Sword Saint, already covered in blood, did not care about his situation at this time.

"Since Heaven has brought me into this world, there must be a story left for future generations to see!"

Today,

outside Snowsea Pass,

the亡国(wang guo - vanquished nation) swordsman,

for the故国(gu guo - old country),

guards the national gate again!

Longyuan flew away,

a sword Qi was released from the Sword Saint's body, like a霹雳雷奔(pi li lei ben - thunderbolt);

On this line,

dozens of barbarian knights were绞杀(jiao sha - beheaded) together with their horses.

The next moment,

the Sword Saint held his head high with one hand,

The cold winter wind was already like a sword piercing people,

Now I borrow the frost as a sword and blood and flesh as a sacrifice!

In the cold wind,虚影(xu ying - illusion) of sword Qi appeared, they pierced the barbarians' necks, penetrated the barbarians' armor, and斩断(zhan duan - severed) the barbarians' war horses.

In an instant, nearly a hundred more riders惨叫(can jiao - scream) and fell to the ground.

The Sword Saint's body swayed slightly, but his momentum did not fall at all. He shouted,

The Longyuan that had just flown out returned again,

rose up in a窜(cuan - rush),

straight into the clouds,

then,

as if borrowing frost and mist棱角(leng jiao - edges) from the clouds, they fell down like hail.

"Ah ah!!!"

"Ah ah ah ah!!!"

Screams were endless.

Some barbarian knights began to flee, but many barbarians began to激(ji - stimulate) out the狠厉(hen li - viciousness) in their hearts, a kind of反正(fan zheng - anyway) is death, I求(qiu - beg) a happy解脱(jie tuo - relief), and主动(zhu dong - actively)冲(chong - charge) towards the Sword Saint.

However,

any barbarian knight who approached within five zhang of the Sword Saint would be切割(qie ge - cut up) in an instant.

The Sword Saint stood here, like an inviolable deity.

Such an opponent is really too desperate.

You must know that what Shatuo Queshi 血战(xue zhan - bloody battle) was with the Zhenbei Army cavalry, and what is here are the barbarians, and not the true direct descendants of the barbarian king.

Their fighting will and fighting念(nian - intention) are naturally incomparable to the Zhenbei Army of that time.

In the past,

Yao Zizhan once wrote a poem for Baili Jian, saying:

"Baili惊雷(jing lei - thunder)叩(kou - kowtow)天门(tian men - Heaven's Gate), try to ask who is the sword immortal!"

And today, at this moment,

the Sword Saint's sword has planted the seeds of心魔(xin mo - inner demon) in the hearts of this group of barbarian knights, even the brilliance of the stars cannot抹去(mo qu - erase) this terrifying nightmare.

His power seems to have covered up the starlight.

Just then,

Haxi arrived, blooming with blue light, and shouted:

"He is forcefully opening the realm by borrowing the power of this world. At this time, he cannot move his body. If he moves, he will跌境(die jing - fall in realm). Go, the one who斬(zhan - behead) his head will be赐(ci - grant) cattle, sheep, slaves, and封(feng - title) as a thousand households!"

In an instant, the barbarian knights around him immediately woke up. Haxi, as the head of the接引者(jie yin zhe - guide) group, had a great reputation among the barbarians. Many barbarians once again鼓(gu - summon) up the courage and rushed to kill.

Haxi himself jumped up, with a 星痕(xing hen - star mark) flowing between his eyebrows.

"Yu Huaping, your opponent is me!"

The Sword Saint, covered in blood, coldly snorted,

"You, are not worthy."

In an instant,

a sword Qi ran out, and in an instant, it pierced Haxi's Xinghen between his eyebrows. Haxi's whole person was like a kite with a broken string, forcibly changed direction in mid-air, and fell down.

He didn't die, his eyes were still wide open, but the 星辰(xing chen - starlight) power in his body had been completely打散(da san - disperse) by the sword Qi. Without recuperating for several months, he would not be able to fight again.

A sword,

no,

just a sword Qi!

And at this time,

facing the barbarian knights who were蜂拥(feng yong - swarm) again,

Longyuan returned to the Sword Saint's hand,

He can't move, can't leave this position,

This is also the reason why he did not try to leave after forcefully opening the realm,

Not不想(bu xiang - don't want),

but不能(bu neng - can't).

But he doesn't think he has lost,

He let out a long whistle:

"Even if I die today, I must be accompanied by a thousand riders for burial. How much is missing, how much is lacking, come quickly!"

Longyuan trembled,

flew out again,

Blood mist continued to bloom, and the blood and flesh of war horses and people began to不停(bu ting - continuously)翻滚(fan gun - churn) and叠加(die jia - superimpose) in front of the Sword Saint. The bloody smell in the air was so浓郁(nong yu - strong) that it was almost suffocating.

Before long,

only half of the two thousand barbarian cavalry who came out of the village to阻击(zu ji - intercept) remained.

There is a saying in the martial world and the army that a third-rank martial artist can挡(dang - block) a thousand iron cavalry in a battle!

Here is block, not kill!

And today,

in this平原(ping yuan - plain) land,

facing the冲杀(chong sha - charge) of two thousand cavalry,

without the help of terrain, without moving his position, just standing there motionless,

Clearly a swordsman,

but still in this way,

killing a thousand riders alone!

After this battle, there should be new standards when the martial world re-evaluates swordsmen.

After today, Baili Jian, who once turned around and fled when facing the Zhenbei Army iron cavalry, will no longer be qualified to sit on an equal footing with the Jin Kingdom's Sword Saint!

Finally,

when the Longyuan sword fell back into the Sword Saint's hand again,

the sword,

failed to fly out again,

but was inserted into the ground.

The Sword Saint's aura began to fall rapidly,

Like a fire,

after burning尽情(jin qing - to the fullest),

slowly,

only潦草(liao cao - careless) and落寞(luo mo - lonely) remained.

In front of him,

was a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood,

But what the Sword Saint saw in his eyes,

was a little boy舞(wu - dancing) a wooden sword in the盛乐(Sheng Le) City courtyard, and the gentle woman standing behind the boy.

She,

is still waiting for herself to go home,

But himself,

can't go back anymore.

Surname Zheng,

you are a very会来事(hui lai shi - know how to handle things) person;

Her family,

you take care of it for me.

However,

the Sword Saint also knew that before, the surname Zheng respected himself, and unconditionally satisfied all his needs, because he was the Sword Saint, because he was the living Sword Saint.

But soon...

However,

the corners of the Sword Saint's mouth裂开(lie kai - split open),

laughed:

"Surname Zheng, you kid, calculate for me, how much silver can this thousand head of military merit be exchanged for, enough for that family of orphans and widows to live on!"

All around, the barbarian cavalry, who had already stopped again, saw that the Sword Saint seemed to have exhausted his strength, and began to策马(ce ma - whip the horse) again to prepare to charge.

The Sword Saint was unable to lift Longyuan again,

默默(mo mo - silently) looking at the sword插(cha - insert) in the ground in front of him, indifferent, waiting for his final归宿(gui su - destination).

He was tired,

He was really tired,

His heart was full of抑郁(yi yu - depression),散尽(san jin - dissipated) in one朝(zhao - morning), with留恋(liu lian - nostalgia), but no遗憾(yi han - regret) anymore.

"Bang!"

Just then,

Liang Cheng personally led two hundred Sheng Le knights directly into the barbarian battle circle!

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Thank you wang__ for becoming the eighty-ninth盟主(meng zhu - alliance master) of "The Descent of Magic"!