There was a man who had his family massacred and all the more than 400 members of his family dead. The family he respected the most in his life died in front of his eyes but could do nothing. Later, he was fortunate enough to be inherited by the Martial Ancestor and carry on his ambition. Now he has returned against the will of heaven and vowed to To kill through this world and rewrite the fate of the Desolate tribe.
There is a man, who carries the supreme glory of the Sword Clan, inherits the hope of the Sword Clan's rise, and betrays his grandfather's expectation of revitalizing the Great Wilderness. Now he joins the army to serve the country, vowing to revive the Great Wilderness, return to his hometown with honor, and rebuild the supreme glory of his ancestors.
There was a man, he, who had made a promise with a girl in the imperial capital. One day, he would take her to see all the prosperity in the world.
There was a man who once promised an elder who was more of a relative than a close relative that one day he would become a famous general in the wilderness. At that time, he would once again revive the Holy Sword Villa.
People often say: one step slow, every step slow. If you miss this opportunity, you may not have another opportunity like this in the future.
Therefore, he has a reason why he cannot lose.
Therefore, he is determined to win.
A person cannot lose. The other guy must win.
Two people who also cannot afford to lose are as if they are facing each other at this moment. The encounter between top geniuses is always so unexpected that killing each other with a knife seems to be the only option for them.
Is it the ruthlessness of reality or the helplessness of fate? The two people who obviously admire each other are now drawing swords to kill each other.
Is it the fate of all geniuses that killing each other is so inevitable? At this moment, Si Wulu didn't know, nor did he want to know. He only knew that this was most likely the most important battle in his life.
If he cannot win this school martial arts competition, he will lose a lot, not only his own future, but also the agreement with Xiao Yu'er, and even other things that he will regret for the rest of his life.
People often say: "You can not keep the promises you made when you were young, and you can forgive the mistakes you made when you were ignorant, but the regrets left when you were young cannot be made up for, and they will accompany you throughout your life."
Si Wulu didn't want to leave any regrets in his life. At this moment, all he could do was hold on to the Onikiri and go all out to win.
At this time, a loud marching horn suddenly sounded amidst the suffocating sound of military drums, marking the beginning of what the military said was the most exciting school competition in the past twenty years.
The moment he opened his eyes, there was a look of determination and determination to win. Siwulu held up the Onikiri with both hands, and charged towards the opponent like a tiger pouncing on its prey. The two of them attacked almost at the same time, and the next moment their swords clashed together, and there was only a clanging sound.
The shattered arena and scattered boulders bear witness to the abilities of the two strongest men among the young generation of the Desolate Tribe’s military. Two terrifying giant forces met at the same time, immediately setting off waves of air that destroyed the world. Then the turbulent air flow spread out like water waves, causing roars and alarms around the arena.
As soon as they made contact, Si Wulu knew that the person in front of him was the strongest opponent he had encountered so far since his debut. Even Li Yilong, who was known as the little overlord in the army at the time, could not match him.
"There is a history." Li Muran also showed admiration in his eyes.
An equally powerful opponent exudes even more powerful fighting spirit.
Si Wulu's mind was restrained and he did not dare to hold anything back. He swung his sword and attacked again. Si Wulu's sword was very fast, surprisingly fast, so fast that it was hard to blink, so fast that there was no breath, and so fast that there was no time to shoot.
Li Muran is as domineering as a violent wave, and he also uses speed to control speed. The Ming Dynasty Suzaku is as fast as a star and lightning, and his style is dominating and unparalleled. It was a clash of swords, a fierce collision between the Demon Sword Onikiri and the Ming Dynasty Suzaku.
Both sides looked like ghosts. For a moment, the collapsed arena was full of phantoms. Only the shadows of the swords were fluttering, and only the light of the swords was visible.
Sparks are flying everywhere, it's the Ming Dynasty's red bird flying, it's the demon sword and ghost singing.
The military school competition, the battle between the top talents of the younger generation, was earth-shaking. Both sides showed off their power, and for a while, it was hard to tell the difference.
"Is this really a battle between two young people under the age of twenty?" The brutal and terrifying battle, the surge of destructive energy, directly shocked everyone in the school martial arts square. Many people secretly evaluated their own performance in their hearts, and finally found that they were not as good as the two juniors.
"He is truly a genius of the Sword Clan. He is so terrifying at such a young age." Someone exclaimed.
"The new military commander of the Imperial Military Academy is indeed worthy of his reputation." Someone praised him.
"Si Wu Lu, can you surprise me this time?" Butcher Lin admired the two people fighting on the ring with great interest.
However, Si Wulu had no intention of paying attention to the thoughts of everyone in the audience at this time. The strength of his opponent actually made him feel a lot of pressure, and he had already missed the Ming Suzaku's sword several times.
As the battle continued, the hot weather, the loud sound of the military drums, and the shouts of the crowd all increased the intensity of the battle between the two. When the two pounced on their opponents at the same time again, they fought together again. This time, there was a long wound on the outside of Si Wulu's left arm. However, Si Wulu's Onikiri was also dripping with blood, and Li Muran's thigh instantly overflowed with blood.
It turned out that they knew that each other was the strongest enemy they had ever encountered in their lives. When they could not completely suppress their opponents, the two of them chose the same fighting method, exchanging injuries for injuries.
As a result, the two men's movements became simpler and more fierce, and each attack would add a wound to the other's body. This is a war of attrition, it depends on who can survive to the end.
After a while, the black military uniform on Si Wulu's body was stained with blood, and it was unclear whether it was his, Li Muran's, or both. Fortunately, the two of them had experienced hundreds of battles and were very experienced in battles. Such a brutal battle was not able to cause fatal damage to each other.
After going back and forth for dozens of rounds, Si Wulu suddenly noticed that Li Muran's sword-holding hand was trembling slightly. He was also panting rapidly, and the dozens of wounds all over his body were so painful that Si Wulu wished he could faint and die.
Obviously, such a brutal hand-to-hand encounter had pushed both of them to their limits, both physically and mentally.
The next moment, Demon Sword Onikiri collided with Ming Suzaku again. Suddenly, Si Wulu turned around and flew high into the sky with the help of the huge power from the Ming Dynasty Suzaku.
The next moment, Si Wulu suddenly sprouted six huge white original wings from his back in mid-air, and at the same time, countless white feathers fell from the sky at seemingly slow speeds, but in reality they were lightning fast. In just one moment, the entire school square was filled with countless white feathers, flying in the wind like a magnificent picture.
At this moment, Li Muran seemed to have returned to that night that he regretted all his life, "Grandpa." Li Muran put down the Ming Suzaku, his face was full of sadness, and he murmured in pain.
"No. The sword style has an illusion effect." Li Muran suddenly woke up and struggled hard.
He has already cultivated the sword's heart to be clear and has great perseverance. Ordinary illusions have no effect on him, but he doesn't want to fall for it at this critical moment.
"Break it for me." Li Muran bit the tip of his tongue, and the severe pain made him wake up for a moment.
However, in the next moment, Onikiri was already attacking from the air with the power to destroy the heaven and the earth.
Li Muran quickly picked up the Ming Suzaku and blocked it with his sword, destroying his original energy in a hurry. "Immortal golden body." Li Muran shouted, and a huge golden Buddha instantly enveloped Li Muran, protecting Li Muran tightly. It is the most proud secret guarding technique of Holy Sword Villa that has never been passed down. For countless years, the Sword Clan relied on this guarding technique to remain invincible.
Wings of Heaven, a supreme forbidden move that has always been stored in the tomb of God Wu Zu. According to legend, Emperor Wu created this move to kill immortals and kill gods. It was also praised by later generations as "the most beautiful sword in the world." It was a supreme killing technique that had never been seen in the world before. Just like this, it appeared in front of the world for the first time in thousands of years.
Just like piercing the paper cut on the window, Onikiri penetrated the Immortal Golden Buddha without any resistance, and once again struck the Ming Dynasty Suzaku's sword.
In the shocking explosion, I was shocked to see the Ming Dynasty Suzaku flying out of his hand, and then Li Muran was also injured and flew out upside down.
The splash of red blood announced the destruction of the Sword Clan's undefeated myth.
The Ming Dynasty Suzaku stuck diagonally on the flagpole represents the arrogance of the divine soldiers who do not want to fall into the dust.
Lost, lost, lost! The majestic genius of the Sword Clan was defeated by an unknown frontier soldier. Li Muran knelt on the ground in despair. He couldn't tell whether it was despair, humiliation, unwillingness, or shame. Maybe it was all emotions.
So is this what failure feels like? It turns out that failure is so uncomfortable. Li Muran knelt on the ground silently, letting the heavy rain wash away his body.
At this time, it had been more than half a day since the battle with Si Wulu ended. The sky seemed to feel Li Muran's frustration, and soon it began to rain heavily.
He was once arrogant, he once had great ambitions, he once attracted the attention of thousands of people, he once swept his contemporaries, the past, those pasts, the past past. And in this battle, all the past was lost.
"I've embarrassed you, do you also regret recognizing me as your master?" Li Muran turned to look at the Ming Dynasty Suzaku stuck on the ground beside him, and murmured to himself.
"It's really disappointing that a majestic genius from the Sword Clan is seeking death after just a minor setback." A majestic military figure walked slowly from a distance.
I saw him with a tall and straight figure and a straight gaze. The rain fell on him, but there was no sign of desolation. Instead, he showed more determination. With every move of his hands and feet, a domineering aura radiated from the inside out. The visitor turned out to be Wu Di, the commander of the Yumen Pass Military Fortress.
"General." Li Muran immediately stood up and saluted.
"When I was your age, I was far less talented than you. In battles with other peers, I also lost more than I won. But so what, as long as I am alive, I will never admit defeat, because there will always be One day, I will win them all back. Now, those peerless geniuses of my generation who were once beyond my reach are not even qualified to stand side by side with me." Wu Di put his hands behind his back with a proud look on his face.
"General, I..."
"Think about your ancestor Li Qingye Sword God." Wu Di interrupted Li Muran and said seriously.
Yes, Ancestor Aoba fought thousands of battles without winning a single victory in his early years, but he did not give up. Instead, he honed his sword skills even more carefully, and eventually became the number one swordsman of that era. Thinking of this, Li Muran suddenly became enlightened.
"Thank you for your advice, General. It was Muran who let everyone down." Li Muran saluted respectfully again.
"It's best if you think about it. After all, the future of the Desolate clan belongs to you young people." Wu Di said with a chuckle.
Suddenly, Wu Di stretched out his hand to straighten his military uniform and ordered with a serious face: "Soldier Li Muran, this general has a top-secret mission. This mission is related to my great plan of the wilderness for hundreds of years. However, this mission is extremely dangerous and requires a trip to a foreign country. , are you willing to accept this task?"
"For Dahuang and for the general, Mu Ran is willing to die even if he wants to."
"Okay! You leave first and go back to repair today. Come to the coach's barracks to find me tomorrow afternoon." Wu Di waved his hand and dismissed Li Muran.
After a while, the evening breeze at Yumen Pass Military Fortress seemed to be filled with the whispers of demons, or the smell of a successful conspiracy: the ultimate talent of the immortal genius of the Sword Clan, such a delicious food, I believe you will be very satisfied this time, My great evil god.
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Ink-colored dark clouds squeezed the sky, covering up the scarlet eyes just now. The dark clouds seemed to be falling down, so dark and oppressive that it seemed as if the whole world was silent. The strong winds in the northwest frontier are also howling fiercely, leaving people's embarrassment behind. From time to time, deafening thunder and flashes of dazzling lightning are heard, as if the end of the world is coming. Facing this terrifying scene, the earth was already trembling in submission.
"Captain, looking at this situation, it's going to rain a lot. We have to hurry up and go back." The old ghost rode his horse and came to Si Wu Lu's side.
Si Wulu scanned everyone and ordered: "Old ghost, gather everyone immediately and count the number of people. After that, return to camp at full speed."
"Yes, Captain." The old ghost immediately rode his horse and ran to the high slope next to him, shouting loudly at the same time: "Damn it, if you don't want to be drowned, come over and die immediately."
After yesterday's school martial arts battle, Si Wulu was promoted to a squad leader in the Yumen Pass Military Fortress Scout Camp, commanding more than thirty frontier fortress soldiers. Today is the first time that he has taken his men out on a mission.
Soon, everyone started galloping on their horses at Si Wulu's order. Not long after, the Yuguan Gate Military Fortress appeared in front of us.
"It seems that we don't have to be a drowned rat this time." A soldier said proudly.
Suddenly, a figure riding a horse and holding a sword crossed the road in front of him. Si Wulu took a closer look and saw that it was Li Muran, carrying a package immediately.
Si Wulu waved his hand and ordered everyone to stop. He slowly rode forward and nodded: "Are you waiting for me? Are you leaving?"
Li Muran looked directly at Si Wulu: "Si Wulu, I, Li Muran, regard you as my lifelong rival. But I will never admit defeat to you. I will challenge you again in three years, so you must live well for me. .”
Si Wulu was stunned for a moment, and then he said in a quiet and serious tone: "Then we agree to live well, because every three years in the future, I will wait for you to challenge me."
"Okay! I, Li Muran, agreed." Li Muran replied boldly, then turned his horse around and galloped away.
At this time, the world was dark. Looking from a distance, it looked like a monster's huge mouth, vowing to devour everything, but the immortal genius of the Sword Clan rushed into the black curtain without looking back. At that moment, Si Wulu felt frightened in his heart.
Si Wulu suddenly wanted to call back Li Muran who was riding away, but when he spoke, he couldn't find any reason to stay. In the end, he could only watch him go away.
In the days to come, every three years on this day, Si Wulu would always put on the Dahuang military uniform, hold an Onikiri, and stand in the school martial arts square of Yumenguan Military Fortress, waiting for someone, waiting for someone who would never come. , waiting for the sword clan genius who broke the promise.
An unspeakable retention, an unstoppable journey, are regrets that can never be vented in the heart. Who says that those who are alive must be happy, but those who draw their own cages are the most miserable.
