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Chapter 268 Those who wish to save the world from collapse, please rise! (Please subscribe)

"Bu Yang Shen, come out here, I promise I won't kill you."

"Chen Yang, are you having too much fun writing this book? So many people have died, why don't you kill off the protagonist, Chen Ping'an?"

"I'll give you one chance to rewrite it."

In the comments section, countless book lovers frantically tagged Chen Yang.

Where is Chen Yang?

I haven't checked the comments section yet.

Regardless of whether the readers are happy or not.

Anyway, he's having a good time now.

This part of the story.

It can be said to be the most shocking plot in Sword Comes.

Writing it all in one go was truly exhilarating.

"Thirty-two, ta-da, let's grab some skewers tonight."

In the group chat, Chen Yang spoke to Thirty-Two and Dangdang.

Upon seeing Chen Yang pop up, Thirty-Two said incredulously, "God Chen Yang, are you finished typing?"

"No."

"No more barbecue skewers?"

"Why can't I write it? A book has millions of words. I can't starve myself and write all those millions of words, right?"

"No, don't you look at your book review section?"

Why should we watch it?

"But many people are criticizing you."

"If I don't read the book review section, no one will criticize me, right?"

"Ok."

night.

Thirty-two, Dangdang, and Xiaochao found a food stall near the Writers' Village.

Everyone was enjoying ice-cold beer and skewers, it was incredibly satisfying.

"This is my favorite."

"Me too, it's awesome."

"Come on, everyone, let's have a drink!"

Chen Yang is in a good mood today.

Thirty-two and Dangdang also exclaimed, "Buyangshen, we've read your latest chapter. If we were you, we really wouldn't dare to write these kinds of plots."

"how?"

"Look, these chapters describe hundreds of people dying in battle. Let alone hundreds of people, even if it were our work, we wouldn't dare to do anything to a character that our readers particularly like."

"See, my vision is too narrow. Writing a book, while it's necessary to cater to readers' tastes, shouldn't be done entirely. Don't be fooled by how fiercely my readers are criticizing me now; after a while, they'll actually admire this part of the story."

Chen Yang, on the other hand, didn't read the book review section much.

But in his previous life, he was a reader of Sword Comes.

He was deeply shocked when he witnessed this great battle.

Although this shock was hard to accept in a short period of time.

But after a while...

After calming down, I still admire the author's writing skills and the overall structure.

Where in this world is there such perfection as depicted in online novels?

It's already a miracle that the protagonist survived.

As for everyone else.

It's truly a pity that some characters died.

But without their deaths, how could the whole world be reborn?

Just like the eldest sword immortal.

Without so many people sacrificing themselves, how could the Great Sword Immortal have opened up a new world with a single sword strike?

This night.

Chen Yang and Thirty-Two, along with Dangdang, had a very pleasant chat.

Early the next morning.

Chen Yang received a phone call: "Teacher Chen Yang, your package is here."

What courier service?

Chen Yang was taken aback.

It seems he didn't buy anything.

When I went over to take a look...

have to.

I only saw one delivery truck, and all the packages on the truck were his own.

"this?"

I opened one of the packages and took a look.

Ok.

A kitchen knife.

"I……"

The deliveryman was also dumbfounded and said, "Brother, you bought so many kitchen knives?"

"These are all of them?"

"Yes, more than a thousand packages, all of them contained kitchen knives."

"..."

Chen Yang knew what was going on.

These are the very books that my fellow book lovers sent me.

"Um... Thirty-two, ding ding... Could you please help me receive this package?"

no way.

Chen Yang had no choice but to call over Thirty-Two again.

When the two saw that the ground was covered with kitchen knives, they couldn't stop laughing.

"Not bad, the cleaver is of good quality, I'll take one home."

"I'll take one back too."

It took more than an hour.

Chen Yang then moved the more than 1000 kitchen knives into the storage room.

even.

Chen Yang also gave 10 kitchen knives to the head chef in the kitchen.

As for the rest.

Chen Yang also shouted out in the writers' village.

Do you want a kitchen knife? A freshly made kitchen knife, free of charge, it's a gift for everyone.

cough cough.

Like Dangdang, the group of writer friends laughed until their stomachs hurt, and each of them received a handful.

He even said he would take it back and put it by his bedside to motivate himself.

If it's not written well.

Later, just like the god who didn't praise others, he was sent a kitchen knife by his book friends.

There's something even more outrageous to say.

If you keep delaying updates, I'll just chop you up with a kitchen knife.

……

"Bu Yang, did you receive the kitchen knife?"

"Not bad, the quality is quite good."

"Damn it, you're not a god... Remember, this time it's just collecting kitchen knives, next time we'll have a real-life PvP with you."

"Don't say that, I think it's written quite well."

Back in his office, Chen Yang turned on his computer.

A group of die-hard book lovers in the group were frantically tagging Chen Yang.

Where is Chen Yang?

I can't pretend to be an ostrich, so I have to go online.

"Well written? Do you know how many people have died in these chapters?"

"do not know."

"I don't know yet, you're getting carried away with your writing."

"A little bit, indeed."

"You bastard, give me back Dong Sangeng!"

"Damn, weren't you guys always complaining in the comments about this old geezer?"

"Who said that? We really like this character, okay? Although he has his flaws, he's a good person. And I was the first to know that if the Sword Qi Great Wall is invaded by the demon race, he will definitely be the first to stand up."

"Now he has stepped forward."

"you you you……"

"Then you shouldn't have hurt Zuo You so badly too."

"The fact that he didn't die means we protected him." "What about Ah Liang?"

"Ah... I killed off Ah Liang too. I don't think so."

Chen Yang was somewhat bewildered.

He went back and checked the plot of the most recent chapters.

one look.

It wasn't written out.

"Damn, that scared me to death! I thought I accidentally killed off Ah Liang too."

"Damn, you were really into writing back then."

Everyone gave Chen Yang the middle finger.

But think about it.

If you don't write about excitement, there won't be any climax.

If you can't even impress yourself, how can you impress a group of readers?

Just like the feelings of many book lovers right now.

Although they couldn't accept it at first either.

But after calming down, this result is actually not bad.

If the demon army invades, and you're all safe and sound, while the demon army suffers heavy casualties, then you're the ones who will be safe and sound.

To be honest...

In terms of the demon army's swarm tactics, the demon army suffered even greater casualties.

However, everyone's perspective was not focused on the demon race.

What's the difference between those great demons of the fourteenth realm and Dong Sangeng...?
They also love and care for their own children.

They also want their children to have a better life.

The Great Ancestor of the Demon Clan was no different from the eldest sword immortal, Chen Qingdu.

This is actually a battle for survival between the two sides.

"Um, Bu Yangshen. Will anyone else die later?"

"will not."

"That's good, I'll forgive you for now."

There was nothing anyone could do about Chen Yang.

……

"Forget it, brothers, let's not send any more kitchen knives to Bu Yang Shen. It's not easy for Bu Yang Shen to write books."

Chen Yang popped up to chat with everyone, and many readers were able to vent their previous excitement: "Yeah, it's actually quite shocking. Most authors wouldn't dare to write like this."

"I was also deeply moved. Although many people died, this is the spirit of the Great Wall of Swords."

"Yes, the Great Wall of Sword Qi reminds me of our ancestors. Aren't all of our ancestors like that?"

"Wow, that's a big vision! You even thought of that."

"What do you think? The Great Wall of Swords and Auras—isn't the Great Wall a symbol of our Chinese nation?"

"Brilliant."

Think about it this way.

Everyone felt a chill run down their spines and was deeply shocked.

"I don't think these sword cultivators died in vain."

"Yes, the God of No Bounds also said that no more people will die. At least, no more famous or well-known characters will die."

"Uh-huh."

just.

What no one expected was.

Just when everyone thought...

The story will move on to a point where no one dies.

But they found they were wrong.

Not only is it wrong.

That's ridiculously wrong.

The subsequent plot not only sees more deaths, but even more deaths.

The story continues immediately after what happened before.

After the barbaric demon race breached the Great Wall of Sword Qi, no one in the vast world could stop them anymore.

Their first act was to flatten Tongye Island, the southernmost point of the island.

Wherever the demon army marched, slaughter followed.

Countless sword cultivators perished once again amidst the demon army.

The Great Taiping Mountain was breached, and none of the cultivators survived.

The Fuji sect followed closely behind, and all of them perished in battle.

The Dafu Academy in Tongye Continent was even suppressed by Zhou Mi himself using Confucian methods.

Xun Yuan, the former sect leader of the Jade Tablet Sect who had ascended to the Ascension Realm, had his golden body shattered by Xiao Xun's sword after killing two Immortal Realm Great Demons and a Jade Purity Realm Sword Immortal.

My family was poor, so we refused to give up an inch of land. Our old clan leader, Xun Yuan, died in battle.

The vast Tongye Continent was destroyed in an instant.

The nearby Fuyou Island was also in a terrible state.

The six great demon kings led their forces to sweep across the land. Zhou Shenzhi, one of the ten great sword immortals of the Central Plains, went alone to the mountain cave of Fuyou Continent to take charge. After a series of battles, he was beaten to death by the great demon kings.

Who says there are no sword immortals in the Central Plains? There are also true heroes in the vast land, like Zhou Shenzhi who died in battle.

"I go……"

"Damn it, I shouldn't have believed in that guy, Bu Yang Shen."

"They said no one would die, but this isn't just one person dying, it's an entire sect, an entire continent dying!"

"Hey... brothers in the group, send me the address of the 'Unproud Writer Village,' and I'll send him another 10 kitchen knives."

As one sword immortal after another died, everyone's eyes widened in disbelief.

"Okay, we were wrong. We really shouldn't have believed in the wicked god."

"Actually, I should have guessed it long ago. The Sword Qi Great Wall has been breached, so who else can stop the demon army?"

"More people will definitely die later."

Many readers also sighed.

They wanted to send Chen Yang another message.

But after thinking about it, he shook his head.

That concludes the writing.

It's no longer something the author can control.

He could only let things develop according to the situation described in the book.

If you forcibly interrupt it, the book will be ruined.

“Brothers, don’t disturb the god of arrogance. I think this is the beginning of a masterpiece.”

"Yes, although they died one after another in battle, isn't it precisely because of their deaths that the spirit of our righteous world is revealed?"

"Yes, if there are no sword immortals who died in battle, then what is there for us to cherish in this vast world? If it weren't for their courageous actions, the name 'vast world' would be a joke."

"Well said. Although we feel bad about it, we admire you very much."

The group of book lovers seemed to have figured it out.

They suppressed their excitement and continued watching.

[Qi Tingji, the former Sword Immortal of the Great Wall of Sword Qi, began to retreat to Golden Armor Continent, but soon suffered a crushing defeat there as well. Of the nine continents, three had already become desolate wastelands.]

Finally, the demon army entered the southernmost tip of Treasure Bottle Continent and arrived at the foot of Old Dragon City, which had been developed as the first front line of the continent.

Bao Ping Continent is the smallest continent in the vast world, and it is also the continent where the protagonist Chen Ping'an resides.

Mr. Fan, a merchant from the Central Plains, spent lavishly across the continent, relocating inland mountains to the coast, transforming them into strategic passes, and creating magnificent battle lines.

[A refined old man by Shujian Lake, whose words carry the weight of heavenly laws, caused mountain spirits and yin creatures to be granted a pardon, spreading across the twenty-four peaks of the central part of Baoping Continent.]

A middle-aged, ascetic-looking monk, begging for alms, once wandered this continent. With a single chant, flowers bloomed wherever he went. Eventually, a vast, golden lotus array blossomed across the continent's mountains and rivers. Furthermore, a magnificent, twenty-four-hour array flowed flawlessly.

Twelve massive sword-ships, each as large as a mountain, were positioned behind the front lines of the battlefield, hovering in the air behind Old Dragon City.

[Prince Song Jixin, instead of guarding the rear, remained in Old Dragon City. No longer the young nobleman of Mud Bottle Lane, he clenched his fists, his eyes reddening, and roared, "Come, let us, the Great Li, have another duel!" In an instant, flying swords rained down like a storm, heading towards the demon army besieging the city at sea.]

See here.

All the previous dissatisfaction among the book lovers was put to the back of their minds.

What remains in their hearts is boundless respect and admiration.

"Well done, what a magnificent vision of a great world."

"I thought that once the Great Wall of Sword Qi was breached, everyone in the world would have to kneel down. I never expected that Bao Ping Continent, the smallest continent in the Vast World, would have such spirit."

"And that Song Jixin, tsk tsk... he's quite a surprise. I used to really dislike that kid."

"This is the true elevation of a character. No matter how much you disliked someone before, when the great battle comes, you fight together against the enemy. This is the spirit of our generation. Song Jixin, I give you a thumbs up today."

A young man from Guanhu Academy, before heading to the battlefield, jokingly said, "When the flowers bloom in my hometown next year, please take a few more glances for me."

The two retainers of the Fu and Sun families from Old Dragon City rushed together to the most dangerous part of the battlefield. Before leaving, they left a message: "To pass through this road and enter our homes, I must die first."

[The former Palace Master of Qinghu Palace in Tongye Continent, Lu Yong, fled to Baoping Continent with his disciples. After witnessing firsthand the daily, gruesome battles outside Old Dragon City, the old man became increasingly taciturn. Finally, he looked at his disciples, his expression serene. "With my death, there will be far fewer Baoping Continent cultivators laughing at you for your cowardly survival."]

On the vast battlefield south of Mount Heng, the Dali army numbered 300,000 elite cavalry and 800,000 heavily armored infantry. General Su Gaoshan stood amidst this mighty army, wielding an iron spear. Thirty years of military service had seen him rise from an unknown border soldier to the highest rank of military officer in a single continent, a nation. Su Gaoshan, seated high on his horse, glanced back. As far as the eye could see, all that remained was the land and rivers of Dali. For a commoner to reach such a position was an immense honor. This only border official of humble origin among the Dali border guards, his eyes resolute, murmured in a deep voice, "Let me, Su, pave a bright path for all future generations of humble descendants." General Su Gaoshan died in battle.

[In the Dali Dynasty, the Grand Preceptor Cui Chan addressed the assembled civil and military officials with a resounding voice: "Gentlemen, the tide of power is about to turn. Those who wish to avert disaster, please rise!"]

boom……

The Sword Comes book review section has already collapsed.

(End of this chapter)