In troubled times, the season of Huaixu.
The Chaos-ridden evil blood path finally ushered in peace at this moment.
"Pitter patter~"
The rain washed the streets full of blood, and there were dead and white corpses on both sides. Some of them were still breathing, calmly looking at this tragic and tragic scene, quietly waiting for the moment to close their eyes.
Many of the people here should have died a long time ago. It was this filthy and filthy place that the outside world said gave them a new life. It is better to say that they live here in a devastated way, but it is better to say that this is the only place where they can breathe.
After living so many more years, it’s time to go.
More people showed relief in their eyes.
It was a look that Tang Zheng couldn't understand and couldn't understand. It seemed that these people didn't feel sad or regretful about their deaths, but felt relieved.
This was probably the most embarrassing scene Tang Zheng had ever seen.
Perhaps this is what this world is like. Living and dying in the eyes of the world's heroes is relief and the final destination.
These people who wandered around the world and were not afraid of life and death had completely settled the matters in their hearts.
"puff."
The spear pierced the old man.
Ruyi, who was feeling miserable under the rain, let out a long sigh of relief.
The old man lowered his head and looked at the spear stuck in his chest.
At a certain moment, he seemed to be relieved.
He breathed a sigh of relief.
Ruyi looked at the old man calmly and said: "I am good at Jiuyin Kung Fu, but I am not as good as the master who taught me."
The old man was silent and breathed a long sigh of relief.
The spear was drawn out, and the old man fell into the pool of blood, closing his eyes before dying.
He should have thought long ago that the grievances in the world would never end.
Ruyi stepped out and took out a flag from his sleeve.
The flag fluttered against the heavy rain, and was held high by the spear.
The words 'North and South' are written above the flag.
From now on, the North and South Martial Alliance will stand tall in this world.
immortal!
Dozens of voices echoed one after another.
"North and South!!"
"North and South!"
"North and South!"
Dozens, hundreds...
Those who were left knew that the situation was over, and among countless sighs, they also shouted the words north and south.
From then on, there were rules in the world.
"Crack."
The rain fell.
Tang Zheng walked on that street.
Looking over, he saw a man covering his chest by the road, with a piece of black cloth covering his face.
At this moment, he was dying and about to go back.
The masked man gasped and looked in front of him.
"Young boy, it's you..." the masked man said with a smile.
Tang Zheng knelt down and said, "Not long ago, we met again, but you are about to die."
A wry smile appeared on the masked man's face.
Then he spit out blood from his mouth.
Tang Zheng asked: "Do you want me to save you?"
"I've broken my heart and can't live anymore," the masked man said.
Tang Zheng looked around, saw the sword wound, and knew that there was nothing he could do to save his life.
The masked man said: "Give me a break. I can't lift the sword anymore, so I just want to return the sword."
For some reason, Tang Zheng felt very uncomfortable.
He should have hated this man, but now he felt pity for him.
Tang Zheng said: "What is your name? Leave a name and a place, and I will help you take the body home. After death, people must return to their roots."
The masked man was stunned for a moment and said softly: "I, cough..."
He breathed a sigh of relief and said: "I don't have a family. As for the name, forget it, I'll die..."
He looked Tang Zheng squarely in the face and said, "Give me a hand. The sword will be faster. Maybe it won't hurt too much."
Tang Zheng closed his eyes and drew out the sword from his waist.
The sword light flashed past.
The masked man looked relieved at that moment and murmured softly: "Thank you..."
After this thank you, there was no more sound.
Tang Zheng half-crouched in front of the man and wiped off the blood stains on the sword.
He never thought that Jianghu would be like this.
After a war, dozens of graves appeared outside the Evil Blood Path. This was the best destination for warriors who lived in the Evil Blood Path. You must know that most of the people who died here did not have graves, and were buried in the wilderness. Wild cannibalism is usually the way to die.
The news about the bloody evil spread throughout the world in just a few days.
From then on, the Evil Blood Path was renamed Nanbei Tower, a place of rivers and lakes.
Outside restaurants and inns are also talking about the evil blood path.
"The Gun Immortal Ruyi and the Troubled World Sword Ping'an joined forces to level the evil blood path. In this battle, the sword sharpener Xu Shengzi was defeated by the Gun Immortal!"
"That place was leveled..."
"It's incredible."
"It's also a good thing. Since then, this world has become less of a bad land and more of a pure land."
"Speaking of which, where is Shangguan Ningjing, who is known as the best swordsman in the world?"
"There are rumors that in that battle, the Sword Immortal faced the Sword of Chaos, and the two swordsmen fought all the way to the outside of the evil blood path. The final result is unknown, but I heard that in the end, the Sword of Chaos was seriously injured, but he still came back. "
"Shangguan Ningjing is dead?!"
"No one has seen the body. Maybe it escaped. Where is it hidden?"
"Could he really be dead?"
People in the world are very curious about this matter.
There were all kinds of rumors, and they became more and more different as they spread. Gradually, most people only heard that Shangguan Ningjing was dead. The current number one swordsman in the world also changed hands, and it was Ping An, the sword king of the troubled times.
Not long after, heroes from all over the world came to see him.
Under the cleanup of the North and South Martial Alliance, today's Evil Blood Path is no longer so terrifying, and the corpses on both sides of the road have long been cleaned up.
More and more Jianghu people responded and joined the North-South Martial Arts League.
The rivers and lakes that had been in chaos for a long time gradually became orderly and stable under the leadership of the North and South Martial Alliance.
"What's going on with that Shangguan Ningjing?"
Ruyi held a cat and stroked its forehead.
She was also a little curious about this matter. She was not able to see Ping An compete with Guan Ningjing that day.
Ping An replied: "He broke through."
"Breaking through?"
After hearing this, Ruyi was slightly startled and asked: "Ninth-grade heavenly being?"
Ping An nodded and said: "That day I tried my best to fight with him. Although I didn't seem to suffer any loss, in fact he was slightly better than me. At the critical moment, it was the sword left by Mr. Qi saved my life, and it was also because of that sword Qi that Shangguan Ningjing understood the true meaning of the sword, and entered the realm of ninth-grade heavenly beings despite frequent deaths and serious injuries."
Ruyi frowned slightly and asked, "Then why didn't he kill you?"
Ping An shook his head and said: "I don't know, but I guess that the purpose of his coming here is not for this fight, but just to find an opportunity to enter the realm of heaven and man. Unexpectedly, he actually came here. Let him do it.”
"Then where did he go?"
"Not sure, maybe..."
"No longer alive?"
