In ancient mythology, the dragon and phoenix are symbols of the Chinese nation, representing endless power and mysterious wisdom. However, at this unexplainable moment in the real world, these two legendary beasts were captured by the masters of the border realm in the human world.
When those few border realm masters appeared leisurely, they carried a cold and confident aura. Their robes were gently blown by the wind, as if they were telling their glorious history. There is a unique light shining in their eyes, which is the unique wisdom and agility of masters who have been on the battlefield and experienced the world.
What is particularly eye-catching is one of the middle-aged men, who is holding a long gun, and the gun body shines coldly in the sun. That is the ancestor of China's hundreds of soldiers. Like himself, it is a part of Chinese culture. His eyes were firm and deep, as if he wanted to see through all the illusions in the world.
As the middle-aged man approached, the dragon and phoenix were bound by the spell of the master of the border realm. Although these two mythical beasts are symbols of China, they are unable to resist when facing these masters from the border realm. These masters used their special strength and skills to successfully capture these two mythical beasts.
Seeing the two beasts being restrained, the middle-aged man did not show any surprise or anger. He knows that this is the reality that he must face as a member of China. He took a deep breath, then raised his spear high above his head, paying tribute to these frontier masters.
At this moment, he was no longer a simple middle-aged man, but a warrior who represented the Chinese national spirit. Behind him are the countless Chinese people who are sleeping on the land of China. In front of him were these five masters of the Border Realm, as well as the divine dragon and phoenix bound by them.
The silence at this moment only lasted for a short moment, and then the middle-aged man suddenly shouted and rushed forward. As he sprinted, the air seemed to be split by his power, forming an invisible storm. This storm was like a giant dragon tumbling in the air, rushing towards the masters of the Border Realm with unparalleled power.
The masters of the Border Realm did not panic. They all shouted loudly and then released their power at the same time. For a time, the entire space was filled with their power. Their strength was like an indestructible shield, blocking the middle-aged man's attack.
He shouted again, then withdrew his spear and rushed towards the border masters again. This time, his attacks were more violent and vicious. However, the masters of the Border Realm still did not retreat, and they faced it with stronger strength.
This is a contest between masters from China and the feudal realm, as well as a showdown between traditional and modern forces. Behind the middle-aged man lies the dignity and faith of the Chinese nation. Behind the masters of the feudal realm are their responsibilities and obligations.
The visitor is Bai Yexing.
Bai Yexing deeply felt that his spear was no match for these people.
Their strength and skills were like an unfathomable ocean, while his spear was just a swaying boat. An invisible pressure enveloped him from all around, as if it was going to swallow him completely.
However, he did not give up. Instead, he silently and firmly sacrificed his long sword. This long sword is closely connected with his life, his memory, and even his soul. Every time he swings the sword, he seems to feel the roar of the sword soul. It is like a sleeping dragon, waking up at this time, with the majesty of destroying everything.
In an instant, the wind and clouds changed color and the sky darkened. It was as if the breath of the world had stopped at this moment, and only the sound of sword light cutting through the sky echoed. The sword was as bright as a dragon, flashing a soul-stirring cold light as it danced. It pierced the sky, like a bolt of lightning piercing the dark night sky. It was his will, his courage, and his unyielding.
He gripped the sword tightly, and with a body shape like the wind, he rushed towards the enemy in front. The long sword seemed to give him endless power, and every swing made the air around him shake. He used all his strength to swing the sword towards the enemy. At that moment, the light of the sword illuminated the darkness, and the fear illuminated his heart.
This sword seemed to be more dazzling than the sun, and its blade shone with a breathtaking light in the silent air. This is a kind of calm and firm light. It is not as hot as the sun, but it is like the sunshine in winter. No matter how deep the darkness is, it cannot cover it.
Surrounded by endless frontiers, it is like an endless fog, cold and mysterious. They seem to be swallowing up this only light, constantly rolling and surging. However, the man holding the sword remained unmoved. He only had eyes for the target ahead - the two Pisces angels standing proudly.
Their eyes were full of contempt and cruelty, as if they were looking at a prey that was unable to escape. However, they were wrong. He was not powerless to resist that man. The long sword in his hand seemed to come alive, changing rapidly, and the sword light flickered like a meteor in the night sky.
Three swords, just three swords. The two Pisces angels who were once regarded as gods turned into dust under the light of the sword. Their strength and arrogance were all shattered under the light of the sword. The entire border realm was shaken at this moment. The boundless darkness seemed to retreat a little at this moment, and the figure of the man holding the sword became taller at this moment.
He didn't stop, he knew clearly that this was just the beginning. He waved the long sword in his hand and rushed forward. Every step he took was like challenging the unknown darkness, and every swing of the sword was like knocking on the edge of the border. He doesn't seem to be afraid of the darkness around him, because he knows that as long as he has a sword in his hand, he has endless possibilities.
Behind him were the broken traces of two Pisces angels. His sword light illuminated the road ahead and the faith in his heart. He knows that his road will not be easy, but as long as the sword is in his hand, he has nothing to fear.
This is the decision of the sword holder, and this is his oath. He waved the long sword in his hand, challenging the unknown darkness and the boundaries of this world. In his eyes, there is no difficulty that cannot be challenged, and no darkness that cannot be overcome. As long as he has this long sword in his hand, he can cut through any obstacles that block his way forward.
The moment he killed the Pisces Angel with three swords, his heart was filled with firmness and determination. He is no longer just a sword wielder, he becomes the master of his own destiny. He charted his own path with the light of his sword and proved his strength with his actions.
At this moment, the whole place was silent, and no one dared to come forward.
Bai Yexing stood proudly on the spot.
