Hyperspace Transmigration Chapter 25: Group destruction event 3

"Boom boom!"

Sounds of knocks came from outside the small courtyard.

"Go!"

The master of Shura still wiped the iron sword in his hand seriously, said without opening his head.

Quickly, the door in the yard was pushed open.

A beautiful woman walked in. There was a little elf-like girl behind her. The little girl was about seven or eight years old. She was carved in jade and her big eyes stared at Shura timidly. The lord of the city, with a small red face hiding behind the woman, looked a little afraid of the lord.

"Changwu, there are a lot of people out there? They..." The woman Tan mouth opened slightly, hesitating between words, eyes staring at the silver-haired middle-aged man in front of him, a look full of worry.

"Don't care!"

Silver-haired middle-aged shakes his head, "I Jing Changwu is here and there, life and death are unknown, and the people are becoming more powerful. If I live and die, they must choose to surrender!"

"They just want to explore the tone. If they used to think that they could not wait to come and ask, but now that I have achieved sacredness, they dare not be arrogant and can only take a side attack!"

"It’s all villains!"

The silver-haired middle-aged Jing Changwu's "they" are the generals, families, forces, etc. in the city of Shura.

The power of these people is rooted in Shura City, and I don’t know how many years it has developed. The relationship between them is intricate and involves too much. Therefore, the owners of Shura City in the past have also closed their eyes on their management, as long as they don’t Disregard any major incidents.

It's just now that life and death are at the forefront, and these guys are naturally unable to bear it.

"Father, you will definitely win, right?"

Behind the woman, the little girl spoke timidly.

"Xingyue!" Jing Changwu stared at the little girl, the only descendant of herself, with a soft color across her pupils.

He looked at his daughter’s eyes and saw such a timid, a slight guilt rose in his heart. He was still too strict with his daughter. The daughter still has a fear of himself. When he thinks of this, his heart is A touch of sadness appeared.

"Xingyue, come here!"

Jing Changwu put down the iron sword in his hand and waved at the little girl.

"Father..." the little girl hesitated.

Seeing this, the woman touched the little girl's hair and said softly: "Xingyue, go to your father!"

"Yes, mother!"

The little girl heard the words and nodded, then slowly walked to Jing Changwu's side.

Jing Changwu slowly hugged the little girl in her arms, gently kissed her forehead, and then looked at her eyes and said: "Father has been hoping that you can be the next generation of my Jing family for years. I ignored your feelings, but my father was wrong!"

"Are you willing to accept my father's apology?"

"Father!" The little girl was stunned for a long time. This was very different from her father who had always been demanding of her own practice, and her little head couldn't be turned for a while.

"Father will definitely come back. After returning, take our little Xingyue to the Yunduan Mountains to see the sea of ​​clouds, to the shore of the East China Sea to see the tide..."

Just when the little girl was ignorantly feeling her father’s care, Jing Changwu suddenly pointed to her eyebrow, and suddenly the little girl collapsed and fell into his arms.

"Changwu, what did you do?" The woman was shocked.

"Yunjin, Xingyue she's okay, just fainted!" Jing Changwu said to the woman, slowly touching the girl's forehead while talking, and whispered, "I will practice in my life The Tao passed her, from the quenched body to the sacred, let her inherit everything from me!"

"After I die, she is the only descendant of my Jing family!"

"Remember, if I die in battle, I will leave here with Xingyue, leave Shura City, find a place where no one will live quietly, and never come back!"

"Changwu..." The woman did not know when she had burst into tears!

......

It’s always going to come.

Jing Changwu carrying the iron sword, he flew out of the city's main palace and flew directly towards the fat two.

From the moment he left, he had the idea of ​​victory in his heart, and also the idea of ​​death. After all, with one enemy and two, he was still a sacred newcomer, and he had no advantage in the scene at all. The odds of winning.

In other words, it’s generally sacred.

But he will.

With a ray of light across the sky, Jing Changwu's figure appeared directly in front of the fat two.

With silver hair, a face is as sharp as a knife and axe, especially those pupils with bright eyes, which are as sharp as the sharp sword light.

"Is your Excellency the Shura of this generation?" The fat man looked at this man, his face unchanged, and asked straight.

"Jing Changwu!" said silver-haired middle-aged indifferently.

"Li Xin!" "Tibetan Mountains!"

The fat man and the Tibetan mountain also reported their names, which is a kind of respect.

"Jing Changwu, Lord Shura, presumably you also know the purpose of the two of us coming here, so tell me, do you choose to surrender? Or go to war?"

The fat man said.

"War!"

Jing Changwu has no nonsense~IndoMTL.com~ Straightforward, a terrible momentum erupted throughout his body, a sharp sword suddenly filled the sky, cutting the world.

"Isn't this the right choice?" The fat man ignored the swordsmanship around him and said coldly, "Can you be so confident that you can beat one enemy to another?"

"No!" Jing Changwu shook his head, "But I must come!"

His eyes were calm as water, he looked down at everything below, and said words calmly, "Since billions of years, from the age of the ancient to the present, I have stood here, resisting hundreds of large and small invasions. Ten thousand times!"

"Victory and defeat, but no one in the Shura of the past has frightened without fighting!"

"This is the honor of my Shura City, and also the honor of my Jing family!"

Between speaking, Jing Changwu's momentum is getting stronger and more terrifying.

After a farewell of his right hand, he suddenly heard only Qiang, and the iron sword that had been carried on his back was pulled out by him, pointing directly at the fat two.

This is an ordinary iron sword. Even the mottled rust is derived from it. It looks very dull and rusty, but the two fat men feel a strong will on this iron sword. An iron-immortal belief.

This belief penetrates through the ages and is deeply rooted in the iron sword, making this ordinary dappled rust sword with extraordinary power.

"This sword..."

The fat man looked at each other, his face dignified.

"This is the weapon used by Jing Xuanhuang, the first generation ancestor of my Jing family, before the death of the ancestor, he dissolved all the essence of his own in this sword, creating an indestructible belief. The descendants of the Jing family, this is true of every generation of Shura!"

"Faith is honor, and honor is the rust on this dull sword. The more mottled and stubborn, the more glorious!"