"The fact that human beings can live strong and strong is full of miracles."
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Under dusk, many corpses lay scattered on the charred earth, including soldiers in military uniforms, monster-like monsters, and strangers wearing hoods with sun flags tied around their waists.
The blood mixed together and flowed into a river. Except for a few dead trees and circling crows, there were no living creatures on the entire battlefield.
Even a man like him who had gone through twenty battles, big and small, couldn't help but vomit. Just thinking of the person standing next to him, he swallowed hard and felt the strange feeling in his throat.
"Spit it out if you want to."
Standing next to him was a middle-aged man with gray hair on his temples. His eyes stayed on the pile of corpses for a long time. He noticed something strange about the people around him, and the man reminded him in a friendly way.
"No need, senior. I've just never seen such a situation. I'm out of control."
He forced a smile, but the next moment he was kneeling on the ground and retching.
The man looked away, looked at the embarrassed man with a smile, stretched out his hand and patted his back: "It's okay, this is how we got here."
His face looked a little ugly. Looking at the calm look of the man next to him, he couldn't help but sigh: "When will I be as strong as my senior?"
The man retracted his hand and clasped his hands behind his back. Feeling the smell of blood brought by the mountain wind, the man said thoughtfully: "I was also very anxious to become stronger."
After that, the man walked into the pool of blood and began to drag out the corpses of his compatriots one by one.
Soon, the corpses piled up into a hill. The man looked at the pile of corpses with a sad expression.
What a good man, all dead.
Thinking of this, Rao, a man who has always been elegant and easy-going, couldn't help but feel a little angry.
Foreigners opened the gates of our country, occupied our land, colluded with the demon clan, and wantonly destroyed all living beings.
Damn it!
The man clenched his fists. How could he give up without avenging his revenge?
The sky thundered, and from time to time, it rained heavily.
The man picked up his sword and dug holes in the ground.
He vomited for a long time and felt a little better. He looked up and saw his senior half-kneeling on the ground, not knowing what he was doing. The heavy rain poured down, staining the senior's somewhat thin body. For some reason, even though he couldn't see the senior's face, he could still feel the sadness surrounding him. That kind of indescribable feeling lingered in his heart for a long time.
He propped himself up and took a closer look. He was actually digging in the mud with his beloved sword and his head lowered.
"senior."
he shouted.
"Shhh."
The man glanced back at him and shook his head slightly.
Your own sword is nothing compared to your compatriots.
No matter what their identity and status were during their lifetime, if they died here today, they are worthy of Chen Guosong digging their graves.
Even if we have been in despair for a hundred years, my compatriots would rather die standing than live on their knees.
This is integrity.
The backbone that only my generation has.
Chen Guosong's fingertips were bleeding, and the sword was in dilapidated condition. He had loved swords all his life and regarded swords as his life. At this moment, he actually didn't want to look at his sword again.
What kind of monk can do nothing? A three-foot long sword is worse than a shovel.
Chen Guosong straightened his clothes and bowed.
He also learned to pray three times.
Between the sky and the earth, a strong wind rose. Soon after, a few white lights flashed. Along with the sound of gunshots and swords, the horn of charge sounded again on the battlefield.
Chen Guosong holds a sword in his hand and stands proud of the enemies and monsters around him.
A sword started from the heart can defeat all kinds of magic.
Wherever my sword points, it must be where my heart goes.
For a moment, the surroundings darkened, and all that could be seen was the burst of fire and the sound of swords clashing.
"senior!"
He calmed down from the initial panic, made a sword gesture with his hand, and the sword in his hand began to make a sword sound.
Are they monsters, and those strangers actually use corpses as bait?
A heavy amount of demonic energy surrounded him. Under the blinding darkness, he had to be wary of the enemies around him and stare closely in the direction where his senior disappeared just now.
There were some beads of sweat on his forehead, and he kept praying in his heart that the demon clan would not find his location, as long as he gave himself a little more time, just a little more.
"Linglong soldiers!"
The darkness dissipated and light spread into the battlefield. The previous darkness burst like bubbles in the sun. In an instant, Ling Longbing saw the scene in front of him clearly.
Chen Guosong was besieged by three monsters. Chen Guosong pierced one of them with his sword. He grabbed the long knife that the monster had chopped off with his left hand. The thunder method in his sleeves moved. A thunderbolt fell and hit a monster that sneaked up from the side. The monster hit by the thunder suddenly turned into ashes and passed away in the wind.
But the space behind Chen Guosong trembled a little, like ripples in water, and a monster that had been hidden for a long time suddenly appeared behind Chen Guosong.
A blood flower bloomed under the moonlight, and the surging blood soon dyed Chen Guosong's chest red.
"Senior!" Ling Longbing shouted, raising his sword and going to save Chen Guosong.
Just as he lifted his feet, gunshots rang out in the distance.
Impartially, two shots penetrated Ling Longbing's right arm. Ling Longbing's sword-holding hand suddenly lost strength, and the sword in his hand fell to the ground. The whole person was taken back several steps by the huge impact of the bullets.
"do not come……"
Chen Guosong gritted his teeth, pulled out his sword with all his strength, and swung the sword to cut off the arm of the monster behind him. The monster hurriedly pulled out the severed hand in pain, but the next moment he saw a flash of fire, and the sky that was supposed to be late at night turned as white as day.
The monster wanted to hide, but it was only halfway invisible when Chen Guosong seized the opportunity and stabbed it with his sword.
Another monster raised its sword to block Chen Guosong's sword, and helped the broken-arm monster escape successfully.
Chen Guosong looked at the monsters escaping hastily, and his strength became stronger, but he ignored the enemies behind him.
Two more gunshots were fired, and the bullets were coming in an instant. Chen Guosong knew that he could not avoid it, so he used his spiritual power to perish together with the monster.
The daylight when the last bit of spiritual energy was released was dimming at this moment, and the world was about to return to darkness.
Soon after, Chen Guosong lost his balance and fell into a big pit with the monster, just dodging the bullet.
Ling Longbing stood up unsteadily and smiled bitterly, luckily he caught up.
Regardless of whether it was Linglong Bing's rescue or not, Chen Guosong held a sword in his hand, picked the monster with the sword, and started fighting with the monster again in the pit.
Ling Longbing took a deep breath and felt a faint pain in his right arm, and what was even worse was a kind of confinement spreading in his body.
Ling Longbing was kneeling on the ground, holding a sword in his left hand, looking at his arm with some unbearable eyes.
The foreigner's bullets are very powerful. They are ores specially collected from the demon world. Compared with the well-known God-killing bullets, these bullets, called confinement bullets, are more cruel.
The person who is hit will lose strength due to the erosion of the magic mine, and his cultivation will be imprisoned. In the end, he will be used as an experiment and be slaughtered on the operating table.
Damn you, bad luck.
Ling Longbing spat. This kind of bullet is too precious. No one except snipers should be equipped with it. He had fired twelve rounds just now. He had not attacked for so long, so he must have run out of bullets.
Great, then it's my turn to fight back.
The sun in the sky is the secret technique passed down by Chen Guosong's family. Under the sun, all filth will be invisible.
Seeing that the sun was about to dim, Ling Longbing understood that this was his only chance. Once the sun disappeared and he and his seniors had not escaped, more monsters would come looking for the sound.
Without any further hesitation, Ling Longbing cut off his right arm with his sword. Heart-rending pain flooded into Ling Longbing's mind like a tide. Even Ling Longbing, who had experienced countless serious injuries, couldn't help but howl at this moment.
Using magic to stop the blood loss, Ling Longbing picked up his sword, swept out in an instant, and was in front of the sniper in a blink of an eye.
Although the sniper hiding in the bushes was dressed differently from the ordinary soldiers, the Linglong soldiers still saw the sun flag on the sniper's waist.
Disgust and anger surged into Ling Longbing's heart in an instant. The images of those dead compatriots flashed before Ling Longbing's eyes. They were all like this, falling in front of him one by one!
There was a fat man who loved to eat cooking cakes from his hometown.
He said that after he defeated the enemy, he would take him back to his hometown to eat the unique cakes and soup.
As a result, the fat man fell on the bank of the Lanjiang River. On the opposite side of the river was his hometown.
Monsters gnawed at his soul, and these men tore his body apart.
Obviously Fatty is a nice person, and he still owes him a bottle of rice wine.
He seems to also like that so-and-so in the medical class next door. Who is he from?
Ling Longbing wiped his face. He didn't want to continue to recall those faces. Under the wind and rain, the tip of Ling Longbing's sword entered the man's body inch by inch, and the lightning suddenly spread all over the body.
He wanted this person to die in the most miserable way in front of him.
For a moment, he actually felt an indescribable sense of joy.
"enough."
A weak voice came from behind Ling Longbing. It was Chen Guosong who was holding the monster's head. He had lost too much blood and even if he stopped the bleeding, the damage from being penetrated would still exist.
"senior."
Ling Longbing said without looking back: "Why don't you let me continue to torture him?"
"This is a war, but we are human beings. What's the difference between you doing this and them."
Chen Guosong stood behind Ling Longbing: "Cultivation of Taoism without cultivating the heart will only make you fall into a swamp of stupidity. So what if you become stronger."
Ling Longbing sneered and casually wiped out the man's life.
"The enemy has entered the Evergreen Mountains, and there are four big monsters among them."
Chen Guosong paused and then added: "The great demon who ascended in half a step."
"It's best to evacuate first." Chen Guosong covered his chest and limped down the mountain.
Ling Long Bing glanced at the corpse at his feet and wiped away the light on the sword. This secret method could not be maintained for too long, as it was too taxing on Ling Long Bing's mind.
The legendary monster?
Ling Longbing glanced behind him and followed Chen Guosong down the mountain.
"Most of them are in groups of three. The main attacker attracts attack firepower, the secondary attacker takes the pressure on the main attacker, and there is also a hidden shadow player. Although he doesn't take many shots, he can easily turn the situation around."
As Chen Guosong went down the mountain, he explained the situation to Ling Longbing: "If it is a big fight, you may not lose. It's just that there are too many scattered sparks like ours. It doesn't need heavy rain. Just sprinkle a few drops of water. It went out.”
Ling Longbing looked at Chen Guosong's weak appearance and couldn't help but ask: "Is it serious?"
"Yes." Chen Guosong nodded: "Although the secret method was used to repair the wound immediately, the remaining breath is still there, and it will take some time to peel off the cocoon."
As Chen Guosong was talking, he suddenly stopped walking. Ling Longbing took a few steps and realized that no one around him had followed him. He turned around and asked in confusion, "What's wrong?"
"Dragon Soldier, run!"
Chen Guosong drew out his sword and looked around nervously. There was a very powerful demonic aura just now. Where was it? Why did he only notice it when it was so close?
Ling Longbing looked around and shrugged: "Senior, don't be so nervous..."
"Tell you kid to run away! Can't you hear me!"
Chen Guosong roared angrily. The next moment, the entire mountain was cut in half. Chen Guosong could barely escape the attack. The dust covered the figure of the incoming man. Chen Guosong narrowed his eyes and used the skill of insight. Only then did he see The appearance of the arrival.
That person looked just like an ordinary person, but Chen Guosong was certain that the other person must be a great demon.
Because there was a small medicine bottle on the man's neck!
What it contains must be the blood of the Demon King, something that can make monsters increase their strength in a short time. If it were not a big monster, how could it possibly have this thing? You know, even if the battle in Lanjiang lasted for four days and four nights, Jiangdu Dyeed red, there are only a handful of monsters with this thing on the battlefield!
"It seems like you are afraid of me."
The young-looking monster held a scroll in his hand and said with a smile: "The scrolls written by you humans are really interesting. They are all about the words of saints. Talk about your family and country and keep your mouth shut about self-cultivation. It is such a great truth. Unfortunately, although the truth is great, There are not many people who can combine knowledge and action.”
Chen Guosong held down the hilt of the sword and leaned down slightly calmly: "Who are you?"
The man turned a blind eye to Chen Guosong's question, looked directly past Chen Guosong at Ling Longbing behind him, and said, "It seems you hate me, oh? You don't just hate me..."
Ling Longbing interrupted the man's soliloquy: "I'll give you a suggestion. Don't talk before fighting in the future. In martial arts, masters don't talk."
"Hehehe..."
The man laughed, clapped his hands in agreement with Ling Longbing's words, and then raised his hand. Ling Longbing immediately knelt on the ground, unable to move.
"I like the hatred in you very much. Sure enough, I was right to come here. You are resentful every day. You hate us, hate the world, hate the people around you, and even hate yourself. Sure enough, as long as human beings exist for a day, , will produce endless negative emotions.”
The monster whose real name is Hate casually burned the "Hundred Sword Manual" in his hand, and pointed his fingertips at Ling Longbing's forehead. Hate's eyes were full of sorrow.
A ray of fire passed by, and Hen took two steps back to avoid the sneak attack, casually knocking out the Linglong soldiers, and then looked at the incoming person.
It was a frail body visible to the naked eye, and the white hair that could not be covered by the man's temples was as clear as an ink dot on paper. Even though the man's breathing was a little disordered, those radiant eyes and the almost flawless breath of fire seemed to be telling him that the man in front of him was not that simple.
Chen Guosong glanced at Ling Longbing, who was knocked unconscious by hatred, and seemed a little worried.
"There is not a trace of hatred for me in you. Even the moment you saw me, there was not a single ripple in your heart."
Hate clapped his hands, bowed to Chen Guosong, and praised: "Only a strong man like you is qualified to be hunted by me. My name is Hate, what is your name?"
Chen Guosong sheathed his sword and glanced at the stars in the sky. It seemed that it was almost dawn.
After coming back to his senses, Chen Guosong looked at Hen and said calmly: "You don't need to know my name. You just need to know that I am a fire attribute cultivator."
Chen Guosong, spiritual sword master, fire attribute cultivator
Take a breath, one continuous breath.
On the hilltop that had been cut away, little bits of fire were burning.
Xin casually knocked down Chen Guosong's sword swings again and again, as if he saw that Chen Guosong was seriously injured and could not even reach 50% of his peak cultivation level, so he was a little disappointed.
I thought it was an ant that would allow me to play more.
Thinking of this, I couldn't help but feel a little pity for this man who was swinging his sword desperately.
Human beings are really too weak.
After beating my body like this for thirty years, I can't repair my broken hands and disabled body.
No matter how superb your sword skills are, you can't break the inner demons deep inside you.
Hen grabbed Chen Guosong's sword blade with one hand and looked at Chen Guosong's sweating appearance. He couldn't help but clicked his tongue twice.
But the next moment, a flying sword hit Hate's abdomen, knocking Hate away.
After rolling several times before stopping, Hen lay on the ground and looked at Chen Guosong, the smile on his face getting stronger.
Not only a spiritual sword master, but also a pure spiritual sword master with two swords!
Chen Guosong used his energy to control the sword, and held the long sword tightly with his right hand. When the figure reappeared, Chen Guosong's heart suddenly relaxed again.
When death approaches, people become more indifferent.
The two swords are like swimming dragons. In the world of Chen Guosong's body, the spiritual energy is flowing, and the energy is endless. The four overwhelming objects in the ferry are shining brightly at this moment, trying their best to help Chen Guosong squeeze out all the spiritual energy around him.
Hate looked at the middle-aged man in front of him. There was no unnecessary sword move, the breath of fire that had been tempered to the extreme, and the sword that was as one with himself.
If he was given another twenty years, he would be stronger.
Hatred's body shook, and raindrops scattered around his feet. In the darkness, Hatred slowly took out a writing brush. It was Hatred's magic weapon, its real name was Food Nightmare.
Chen Guosong's figure flashed and he was in front of Hen in an instant.
The fire was shining brightly, and even the falling rain all around was evaporated by the high temperature at this moment.
With a little bit of ink, he instantly drew a talisman with the pen in his hand. Before it was swallowed up by the fire, a powerful stream of water spurted out from the talisman. Chen Guosong had no time to react, so he had to hold his sword in place to fight against the current. The sword and Chen Guosong were together. , both sides shine with light, which is particularly dazzling in the dark night.
The talisman was about to disappear, but Hatred was not idle either. He quickly sketched with the pen in his hand, and a tall tower fell from the sky, and countless demons were released from the tower.
Intentionally or unintentionally, the demon skipped Chen Guosong and went straight to Ling Longbing.
Chen Guosong saw that he was anxious in his eyes, and he didn't care whether he would be exhausted. He used the sword skills in his hand to catch up with the monsters in the sky, and he used seven sword moves in one breath. His figure was like a stream of light, appearing among every monster. Stopping repeatedly in front of him, if you look carefully, you can find that although Chen Guosong is a fire attribute cultivator, he is following the path of a pure swordsman.
Maybe this is why Chen Guosong has not made a breakthrough for so many years.
Chen Guosong, bathed in blood, stood in front of Ling Longbing. At this moment, he was covered in countless wounds. The wounds from the previous sneak attack were now beginning to crack. His sword had been broken and most of his life possessions were destroyed.
Seeing that Chen Guosong was breathing his last breath, he was still guarding the Linglong soldiers. He held half of the sword in his hand and recalled the other flying sword back to his body. Only then did he stabilize his mind and not fall down.
"It's about to end..." Hen looked up at the demons in the sky, so many that they were even covered by the rain curtain.
It was destined to be a hopeless battle, but Hate still admired the spirit of this human swordsman.
How do you say it in human terms? Tough?
Hate laughed at himself. The biggest flaw of the demons is that they are not good at learning from humans. At least a small race like humans, despite their congenital physical defects, still dare to use swords against strong men.
This war has been going on for seven years. Until now, these people are hiding in remote areas. Why can't we kill them all even though we are different?
I heard that some human generals, even without any training, still withstood the attack.
In the Battle of Lanjiang, most of them were ordinary people.
Tsk.
Ordinary people.
Suddenly, Xie suddenly felt uneasy. He looked up and saw that the human swordsman had regained his consciousness and breathed again.
I saw him holding the broken sword, with fire burning in one eye. The sword was put back together in his hand. He cut his palm and blood spilled on the sword. The sword body started to burn at this moment.
"Interesting...interesting..." Hate murmured.
Chen Guosong took off his upper body clothes, held the sword in both hands, and took a deep breath.
In an instant, ripples appeared around Chen Guosong, getting bigger and bigger.
With Chen Guosong as the center and a radius of ten meters, the temperature fluctuations can be seen with the naked eye.
Hate narrowed his eyes: "Is it the realm?"
Unexpectedly, under such circumstances, he could actually open the field
In the realm, all demons had no escape. Chen Guosong accurately killed every demon, and finally stood in front of hatred.
He hates watching this human being approaching him step by step. Although he is seriously injured, his energy and energy are better at the moment.
The two sides collided, and the strong wind blew countless corpses off the mountain. In the field, Chen Guosong could accurately sense every movement, every weakness, and every place where he should stab Hate.
Hen glanced at Chen Guosong's sword, the flames on it were still burning brightly.
Another brush, and there were finally a few more scars on Hen's hands.
Hen smiled, threw away the brush in his hand, and began to attack continuously.
The figures of both sides continued to appear and disappear on the small hilltop, so fast that it was difficult to see clearly.
Chen Guosong knew that his breath was about to end, so he wanted to withdraw from the battle and renew his breath. However, Hate pursued him relentlessly, not giving Chen Guosong a chance to breathe.
boom.
In the heart of the ferry, Chen Guosong's life object began to crack and shatter because it could not withstand the high-intensity absorption operation.
Chen Guosong vomited a mouthful of blood and half-knelt on the ground.
Hen looked at the brush in his hand. Apart from being a little burnt, it was nothing serious.
Visible to the naked eye, Chen Guosong's life began to pass quickly.
The most eye-catching thing was Chen Guosong's sword, and the flame began to gradually extinguish.
"It seems the winner is about to be decided."
Hen stood in front of Chen Guosong, showed his true body, and raised one foot high.
"You said I lost? Who lost?"
Chen Guosong coughed twice and smiled bitterly.
For a moment, fear surged into Hate's head. He wanted to run, but it was too late.
Chen Guosong held two swords and cut off one of Hen's arms with one sword.
"If you don't die, how can those heroic spirits who died in the battle sleep!"
Chen Guosong no longer used any gorgeous sword skills. He just stood there, turning all his lifelong learning into a sword, and continued his battle at the cost of burning his life.
Hate, who had lost one of his hands, was a little annoyed and struggled with Chen Guosong again.
The rain stopped and the sun showed a little light on the horizon.
Chen Guosong stumbled towards Ling Longbing. When he saw that Ling Longbing was safe and sound, the middle-aged man with white hair overnight finally breathed a sigh of relief.
Behind him, both eyes were destroyed by hatred, one hand and one foot were cut off, and there was only one breath left.
Hen looked at the direction Chen Guosong was leaving. Although he couldn't see it, he could feel the death of that human being.
Sighing, Hate was seriously injured by the human before he even had time to drink the Demon King's blood.
In the melee, the demon king's blood was crushed by the man and instantly evaporated in the sea of fire.
The entire mountaintop was burned black because of Chen Guosong's flames.
"However, as long as people's hatred continues, I will not die."
Hate twitched the corner of his mouth and said helplessly: "It's a pity that I won't be able to see you again next time."
Chen Guosong, a good name.
The sky turned white, and Ling Longbing woke up in a daze. When he opened his eyes, he saw Chen Guosong with white hair on his head.
Ling Longbing wanted to say something, but Chen Guosong stopped what Ling Longbing was about to say with his eyes.
"I'm actually lucky to have met you. You young people are always energetic. You've called me senior for so long, but I can't even kill a demon."
Chen Guosong spoke leisurely, as if he was chatting about everyday things at this moment.
"This sword is called Lanfeng. It has been with me for thirty years. Now, I give it to you."
Chen Guosong stood up and held the repaired Lan Feng with both hands. Ling Longbing knelt on the ground, raised his hands and took the sword.
"This sword was passed down to me from my father. He is an excellent swordsmith. This sword is also his last sword."
"Now, I will give you this sword, and you can take my wish to see the great rivers and mountains."
Chen Guosong showed a smile on his face and said softly: "Chen Guosong teaches me the sword."
Ling Long Bing, who was kneeling on the ground, burst into tears and said in a trembling voice: "Ling Long Bing takes the sword!"
The sun rose and its light shone on Ling Longbing's body. Chen Guosong squinted his eyes and looked at the thousands of miles of green mountains, finally feeling tired.
"Long Bing, I'm tired. Let's take a nap first."
Chen Guosong closed his eyes, sat cross-legged on the ground, supported his chin with one hand, and fell into a deep sleep, never waking up again.
Ling Longbing held the sword "Mountain and River Painting", and the sword energy rose in this small world.
The soaring sword energy shines like a beam of light. No matter whether there are monsters coming here to cause trouble for him, Ling Longbing feels that he must sacrifice this sword.
Next year when the flowers in my hometown are blooming, I will cook wine with my old friends.
This year, the flowers in my hometown are blooming again, and I don’t see my old friends, but they are all dressed in white.
The war was over, and when the rewards were being distributed, there was a man in white clothes who just stood there without asking for any reward. He choked and took out the damaged Lanfeng, and just told a story, which was a bit long.
From then on, there was always a place in the cemetery, a small square area with thousands of swords stuck in it.
Looking at the Swordsman Tomb where people worship every year, Ling Longbing smiled.
Every year when the sweet-scented osmanthus blooms, Ling Longbing will bring two pots of sweet-scented osmanthus brew to stay here for a while.
"Mom, what is that?"
"Child, that is the hero who once protected us."
Ling Longbing touched his newly grown beard and nodded with a smile.
"Dad, what is that?"
"I didn't know. It's so troublesome. We have to come here to pay homage to our homework. My own ancestors have never paid homage..."
Ling Longbing twirled his gray beard and looked up at the sky.
Hey, it's raining
Oh, things have changed
