The Sword Saint of Daqin is in the Shape of the Moon Daqin

The ink on the forehead spread out on both sides, and the narrowed eyes became narrow and restrained.

Under the swaying of the big sleeves, the two fingers have merged like swords, and the air spreads like wind and rain, and in a blink of an eye, it has become a boundless chill.

That is sword energy.

Surging in the air, like the Milky Way, surging, rushing...

Raise bursts of killing intent!

Chapter 51

—— Yuci.

This is the residence of Sword Saint Gaine,

At the same time, it is also a place protected by him. There are several villages and towns nearby. In the past, they all relied on the name and power of the sword to survive in the troubled times.

This is why there are so many guards and servants in Su Nie's mansion.

Of course, he alone does not need so many people to serve him.

——They are not just guards and servants, but also swordsmen.

It is Su Nie's anonymous disciple and student.

They guard the land,

It was so in the past, and it will be the same now--

border.

Goshawks flew through the air, and then were swallowed up by the darkness, where the swordsmen with their swords swung their swords, and then died.

they face,

Not endless monsters.

Standing in the endless darkness, there is only one figure——

Tall like an iron tower, with a strong body, his muscles bulge like mountains and rocks, and his body surface has a metallic luster.

On the strong chest, there are three heads and six arms.

There was an ancient and strong breath exuding from his whole body.

He, or he.

That is not a demon.

Just from the first glance, the swordsmen already knew this.

Although they were only anonymous disciples of the Juggernaut, they were all present when the Juggernaut was teaching, and they all grasped more or less superficial mysteries.

so they know,

Because they couldn't look directly at Him, couldn't look directly at that ancient mystery, just like human beings couldn't look at the scorching sun in the sky.

That is an existence far stronger than them.

——Siblings of the Demon God.

Just like human hands and feet, they maintain a symbiotic relationship with the demon god, use the power of the demon god, and link the foundation of the demon god's existence.

It is not a demon god, but in terms of personality, it is already equivalent to a half-devil god-like existence.

It's like ants facing the sky.

I can feel the trembling when I face it, and I can feel the extreme disparity.

They stand no chance.

but--

They still resolutely drew their swords and waved them.

They couldn't look directly at him, so they closed their eyes and swung their swords. They couldn't cut through his skin, so they stepped forward...

The wind roared, rolling up the wild grass like snow.

The sky was gradually shrouded in darkness.

But that darkness was torn apart by blood and swords.

"Yu Zi, born in the 18th year of King Xiaocheng, died in Sri Lanka."

Someone rushed up, and what was roaring in his mouth was not the move of the sword, but his name, his life and death.

Then he really died.

—was trampled to pieces.

"Yu Xin, born in the 15th year of King Xiaocheng, died here."

Someone jumped up, brandishing a sword.

Then he died too.

"Yuke was born in the 20th year of King Xiaocheng and died today."

"..."

one by one.

The swordsman's head was crushed, his sword was shattered, his hand was broken, and he died.

One person is gone, and the other draws his sword.

The man in front fell, and the man behind drew his sword and moved on.

The demon god's hands and feet remained silent all the time, and he waved his arms, rippling layers of light.

He is tall.

It should have gone fast too.

Take a step forward, and you can walk several feet between one step and one fall.

But now, he is walking very slowly.

The torrential river before could not stop His footsteps, the majestic mountains could not delay His speed, the tall city walls could not, nor could the prosperous army.

But now, he slowed down,

Because a group of seemingly fragile swordsmen——

They know that they are vulnerable, and of course they know that the existence in front of them is very powerful, they are afraid, they tremble, but they understand...they have no way out.

Because behind them is their home.

—they are orphans of war.

Once displaced, life would be worse than death.

Three years ago, the Sword Master Gai Nie took them as servants, let them gather here, taught them to read and write, and taught them the sword and art to walk the world.

From then on, they began to really live.

They were born here.

I deserve to die here.

So going here...

Go to death.

——they are going to die!

This is not because death is a home, but because if they don't die, there is really nowhere to go.

They fear not being able to truly live more than dying.

that is it.

If so.

but……

"It's time to end."

The demon god's hands and feet slowly moved forward, the wreckage everywhere, the blood stained the ground, flowing, as if still burning, tearing apart the abyss-like darkness.

The will of these swordsmen moved him.

He cannot break their swords and their bones.

But this world cannot be reversed by will.

Like before.

Also like now.

In front of him, the swordsman with scars all over his body shook and stood up. The sword in his hand was broken, but the sword in his heart was still trembling.

He was out of sight.

But he still has to swing the sword.

Forward, staggering, shaking...

bang

He fell, but instead of touching the ground, he hit a shoulder.

That is……

"Thanks for your hard work."

A deep voice sounded, accompanied by fluttering sleeves.

"My students," he said.

gentlemen……

The man opened his mouth and wanted to say something, but his throat rolled over and he couldn't say anything after all.