Zhu Tian: Starting from the World of Zongwu

Different from the previous stunning sword energy, this sword seemed extremely ordinary, and even seemed to be a little slow in speed.

But at the moment the sword was thrust out, Song Xuan could clearly sense that the surrounding world seemed to have undergone some changes.

The breath of doomsday was overwhelming, and the world seemed to become dim, and the world fell into emptiness and extinction.

Illusions abounded before Song Xuan's eyes.

Mountains and rivers are broken, volcanoes erupt, all life is extinct, and in the boundless desert, there are only countless bones covering the fertile fields!

Everything within the hundred-mile radius of Leigushan Mountain was frozen at this moment.

The wind stopped and the clouds ceased. All the masters watching the battle, including Murong Fu, Jiumozhi, etc., had horror in their eyes. Although they were still conscious, they sadly discovered that they could no longer control their bodies.

The aura of death and ominousness filled everyone's mind. Just by watching the battle from a distance, just by being slightly affected, many people felt as if they were falling into an irretrievable situation.

Song Xuan's expression was more solemn than ever before. He had never been so serious when fighting with the Sweeping Monk before.

Because Yan Shisan's figure disappeared, it seemed that both he and his sword had completely merged into death, and his spiritual sense was unable to capture the other party's figure.

scoff!

A cold star appeared, and a splash of blood appeared on Song Xuan's chest. In the blood, Yan Shisan's figure emerged. The deadly sword had pierced into the flesh of Song Xuan's chest and was blocked by his bones.

But the next moment, Yan Shisan shook his arm, and the deadly sword shattered like mud and sand, falling down.

Yan Shisan's indifferent face became extremely calm at this moment, and there was even a hint of pride between his brows.

"Senior, I won with this sword!"

Song Xuan nodded, "Yes, you win!"

The corners of Yan Shisan's mouth rose slightly, and strange changes began to appear in his whole body.

It was visible to the naked eye that a light began to flicker on the opponent's body. It was the light of death, the light of evil, and the breath of destruction and end spread from his body.

Then, Yan Shisan began to break like porcelain, crackling, like a dry old tree root that had completely lost its moisture and was blown by the wind, and with a rustling sound, it turned into smoke and dust.

The sword strike just now exhausted all his energy and spirit, and he won the sword competition with Song Xuan, the perfect master who was comparable to a grand master!

He won!

But the price of winning is death!

But Yan Shisan didn't care. He was about to die. He was able to sublimate the fifteenth sword to the utmost and fully unleash its brilliance before his death. He won a move in the battle with the grandmaster, so he no longer had any regrets.

Song Xuan stood in place, the wound on his chest healing at a speed visible to the naked eye. At this moment, he was not concerned about his injuries, but closed his eyes and immersed himself in the power of the last sword in his mind.

Yan Shisan is walking on an extreme path of swordsmanship. It is difficult to go far on this path, but it must be said that his explosive power is really ridiculously strong.

He was a perfect master, possessing a martial arts spirit, practicing a heavenly-level technique, and his body was extremely strong. But even so, he was still injured by Yan Shisan's sword.

The injury was not serious, but it was enough to prove how terrifying the Fifteenth Sword was.

If Yan Shisan was given a magic weapon, if Yan Shisan's lifespan was ten times longer, that sword strike just now could even pose a fatal threat to a grandmaster!

When Song Xuan was comprehending the fifteenth sword, Song Qian and Yao Yue appeared beside him. They looked him over carefully and after confirming that there was no problem, they couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

"I actually felt danger from that sword."

Song Qian's eyes seemed to be shining. "That sword is probably more powerful than the average Grandmaster's attack power. At least the Sweeping Monk's attack method is not as strong as the Fifteenth Sword. To counterattack a Grandmaster with the Grandmaster realm, this Yan Shisan is truly a sword genius!"

As she spoke, she grinned, "This sword is so cool, it will be mine from now on!"

Yao Yue was a little surprised, "Did you understand his sword move?"

"hold head high!"

Song Qian asked doubtfully, "Is it difficult to understand? Gathering overwhelming murderous intent, using it to draw the power of death down and merge into a single sword, the essence is not complicated. Sister-in-law, you didn't see it, did you?"

Yao Yue pursed her lips in silence, then shook her head after a while, "Don't talk to me, I want to be alone!"

call!

At this moment, Song Xuan opened his eyes and exhaled softly, "There are so many geniuses in this world, we really can't underestimate them!"

This battle benefited him a lot.

Just now his soul was deducing the fifteenth sword.

Based on this sword, he has already found the fifteenth sword that is most suitable for him to perform, and Song Xuan has a vague expectation in his heart.

He knew very well that this sword would be very powerful after being perfected by his soul!

Very strong!

Several people stood in mid-air and talked in low voices.

Many of the martial arts heroes who were watching from a distance collapsed on the ground, feeling sore and weak all over. They did not suffer any physical injuries, but were extremely exhausted mentally.

Someone in the crowd suddenly shouted, "What's the joy of living? What's the pain of dying? It's better to just go west!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he slashed the man's neck with a sword, and blood spurted out. However, the man did not show any sign of pain, but instead had a smile of relief on his face.

"Haha, your Excellency is right. Let's go together!"

puff!

Someone else wiped his neck.

Like a plague, after the first person committed suicide, dozens of people followed suit. Without exception, these people looked very weak and tired, but their eyes were extremely excited, and they had an inexplicable yearning and expectation for death.

"Sir, we are worried about Brother Bao being on the road alone, so we will go first. We will help you achieve great things in the next life!"

On a hilltop, Feng Bo'e was holding a bag of different corpses. He raised his hand and slapped his forehead hard, then his body tilted and he collapsed to the ground.

"stop!"

Murong Fu had not yet recovered from his surviving disaster. At this moment, he had already fled far away before Song Xuan and Yan Shisan fought. When he was feeling uneasy, he saw that his only three remaining family generals were committing suicide one after another, and his mentality immediately collapsed.

He rushed over like a madman to stop several people from committing suicide, but he was still a step too late. When he arrived, the bodies of his four loyal generals were huddled together, lifeless.

“How could this happen…How could this happen!”

Murong Fu covered his head, unable to accept this reality. He had clearly come to Leigushan to try his luck and fight for an opportunity, but why did it end like this?

He doesn't understand and can't understand!

Murong Fu had never done anything harmful in his life, so why did all the bad luck fall on him?

Chapter 409 Why Don’t You Want to Die?

"Cousin, cousin!"

Wang Yuyan hurried over and grabbed Murong Fu's arm, "Cousin, don't scare me!"

She had just witnessed Feng Bo'e and several others suddenly committing suicide. Now, looking at her cousin who was covering his head and looking a little crazy, she was even more frightened, fearing that if she let go, her cousin would draw his sword and commit suicide.

Hearing the familiar voice coming from his ears, Murong Fu put down his arms that were covering his head and looked at Wang Yuyan's slim and graceful body.

Wang Yuyan's cheeks flushed slightly, "Cousin, are you okay?"

Murong Fu didn't say anything. He stared at her for a long while before asking, "Do you want to die?"

"what?"

Wang Yuyan was shocked. Oh no, her cousin was so upset that he went crazy!

"Let me ask you, have you ever thought about dying?"

"Yes, I have!"

Wang Yuyan said without hesitation, "After Yan Shisan died, I began to feel that life was meaningless and even considered suicide."

Murong Fu's expression changed.

For a moment, he even thought about committing suicide. Obviously, this was affected by the aftermath of Yan Shisan's fifteenth sword.

But fortunately, he was a martial arts master with a strong martial arts spirit and will, and that thought faded away with Yan Shisan's death.

"Then how did you get rid of this idea?"

He desperately wanted to understand why several of his subordinates, Feng Bo'e, who were obviously innate warriors, committed suicide, while his cousin, who had no martial arts skills, survived unscathed?

Especially after seeing Duan Yu following behind Wang Yuyan and standing aside with a concerned look on his face, he felt even more uncomfortable.

Even Duan Yu, a young man with mediocre martial arts skills, survived. Why did several generals under his command not be able to withstand the influence of Yan Shisan's fifteenth sword and all choose to commit suicide?

"I....."

Wang Yuyan hesitated for a moment in response to her cousin's question. As a girl, this kind of question was still a little difficult to ask.

"Say it!"

Murong Fu was a little irritable at the moment, his eyes were red, and he was on the verge of an emotional breakdown.

Wang Yuyan clenched a corner of her mouth, mustered up her courage and said with a blushing face: "I, I just don't want to die when I think about marrying my cousin and becoming his wife..."

Murong Fu was stunned and stared at Wang Yuyan blankly, his expression gradually softened.

"I'm sorry for the injustice you've suffered following me all these years!"

Murong Fu sighed.

First, he was easily defeated by Yan Shisan and almost died under the opponent's sword. Then he witnessed the death of several of his confidants in front of him. Now, when he heard his cousin's heartfelt confession, the family cause in his heart was finally shaken.

"Maybe, I'm really not suited to this world!"

He was somewhat discouraged and no longer had the same fighting spirit as before to restore the glory of his family and recover his title of King of Dayan.

Prince, what's the use?

Even someone as strong as Yan Shisan ended up being reduced to ashes, didn't he?

"Mr. Murong, are you okay?"

Seeing that Murong Fu's mood had stabilized, Duan Yu, who had been watching from the sidelines, walked over with another smile on his face, "Miss Wang must have been terribly worried just now!"

Murong Fu glanced at Duan Yu's fiery eyes, and his admiration for Wang Yuyan was not concealed at all.

Now he didn't even have to think about it to know why this kid could survive the influence of Yan Shisan's fifteenth sword and was not affected at all.

The corner of the wall hasn't been dug yet, it would be a miracle if this guy is willing to die!

"I'm fine, thank you Mr. Duan for your concern!"

Murong Fu sneered, "Isn't it disappointing that I didn't die?"

"Ah?" Duan Yu was puzzled. "Master Murong and I have no grudges against each other, so why would I wish you dead?"

Murong Fu stared at Duan Yu again and again, and finally found speechless that what this guy who wanted to steal his girl just said was actually the truth.

It was true that he missed his cousin, but it was also true that he didn't want to die.

Damn, what a mess this world is, there are all kinds of people!

He wanted to find an opportunity to deal with the other party, but he couldn't find a suitable reason.

He can't just attack others without knowing the truth when they are concerned about his safety, right?

Then what kind of person has Murong Fu become?

...

In the distance in the air, Song Xuan and others were eating melons and watching the show.

Seeing Murong Fu's expression changing again and again, he felt a little funny.

"Murong Fu is too proud and cares too much about what others think."

Song Xuan smiled and said, "I've been a respectable person my whole life. Even though I've been hit hard today, I still instinctively want to maintain my dignity. But that's fine. People like this are simply God's chosen workers!"

After muttering something, Song Xuan turned his gaze to the side.

Not far away, Jiumozhi came walking towards him, holding his bandaged broken arm and with a kind smile on his face.

"Amitabha, this humble monk Jiumozhi greets the Grand Master!"

Looking at the big monk, a smile appeared on Song Xuan's lips.

In essence, this monk is the same type of person as Murong Fu.

Murong Fu worked hard for the revival of his family all his life, while Jiumozhi spent his whole life scheming and scheming in pursuit of higher and more martial arts.

You say he is a bad person, but apart from kidnapping Duan Yu to seize the Six Meridians Divine Sword, he has never done anything bad. Even when fighting with others, he basically stops after injuring them and rarely kills them.

Song Xuan has always admired this kind of top master who has aspirations and a bottom line in doing things. This person is destined to be with my Xuanyi Guard!