The world of Daxia has now become a mess.
An order was issued from the temple, and all the powerful men summoned were blocked.
Many people in the rivers and lakes can't understand why they want to stop these people from going to the east.
Do we want to watch the Eastern Territory of Great Xia fall and the people suffer cruelty?
What about the chivalry of Jianghu? What about happy grudges?
As a result, more and more powerful people in the martial arts organized themselves and prepared to go to the Eastern Territory of Great Xia.
But they also encountered obstacles.
The top grand masters and heaven-level experts who had not been born before appeared one after another, and the surging force blocked everyone.
Some people were so angry that they wanted to ask why, and even used the weak to attack the strong to ask for an explanation, but these top masters took action without mercy and killed the questioners.
No one got any explanation. They couldn't understand what happened? Why, in the face of an invasion from a foreign enemy, do we forget that our own people don't help, but we still start killing people from within?
Maybe the answer will be revealed soon, but they can't wait until soon. By then, the entire Eastern Territory of Daxia may have fallen. What's the use of getting the answer?
Is it possible that the people can still survive?
However, things seemed to have turned around.
I don’t know when, but there were very few people left in Lingnan Sword Tomb and Shiwanqingshan.
Those strong men who had fled to the Sword Tomb and were controlled by the sword master, as well as the extremely powerful sword slaves in the Sword Tomb, almost all evaporated overnight.
Until this day, Zhao Wujiang arrived at Dongsheng City, crossed the sea and landed on Dongji Island, killing 20,000 Japanese people.
In the rivers and lakes, visitors from Sword Tomb appeared.
Most of the people in Sword Tomb rarely traveled around the world, but on this day, hundreds or even thousands showed up.
None of these people have weak hands, and at worst they are at the peak of the fourth rank. With a breath of sword energy given by the sword master, they are enough to fight against a third rank master with a fourth rank.
Among them, nearly half of the powerful ones are at the level of great masters, and there are even more insignificant heaven-level experts.
These people from the Sword Tomb all came with sword energy.
They set out towards the east. Wherever they passed, they encountered people from the Jianghu who blocked their way and started killing without anyone.
Because the sword master had promised them that after assisting the Eastern Territory of Great Xia this time, the sword energy given to them would no longer be a means to restrain them, but as a reward that truly belonged to them.
With freedom and rewards, this group of strong men from the Sword Tomb, who were once mixed with different identities, rushed to the eastern coast all the time. Anyone who stopped them would be their enemy.
And dozens of powerful sword slaves rushed not to the other cities along the eastern coast, but to the easternmost Dongsheng City and Dongji Island.
They have separate tasks.
Because Zhao Wujiang is there.
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Dongji Island.
Under the dim sky, the fire was blazing.
Zhao Wujiang stood in the fire and searched again and again, hoping to find the surviving Daxia people on Dongji Island.
Unfortunately, he found no more survivors.
On this island with more than 60,000 people, except for the 20,000 to 30,000 people who initially retreated, and the 15 people he rescued later, all the rest were killed by the Japanese.
He also killed nearly 20,000 Japanese soldiers and samurai wanderers.
The hot fire snake devoured the corpse, burning more and more fiercely.
Zhao Wujiang's originally wet blood-stained clothes were completely dried by the heat. There was a burnt smell and a strong fishy smell. He pulled off the already tattered black robe and blood-stained clothes and threw it into the flames.
Looking at the blazing flames, the curling black smoke, and the corpses melting in the flames, he sighed softly.
Things go on forever.
He turned around and left, walking through the flames. The flames lingered like a curtain of flames, distorting his figure. He became a person in the curtain.
What is the scene outside the curtain?
