I have a sword that can sway the heavens

Li Mochou turned her head and asked, "Senior Sister, what else do you want to teach, do you want Senior Sister to leave her life behind?"

"How is he doing down the mountain?"

"Senior sister, can you tell me about him."

Li Mochou replied with a smile on her cold face, "I haven't heard about him for three years, but you can go down the mountain to look for him, junior sister. Half a month later, Guo Jing will hold a hero meeting at Dashengguan. If I As expected, as a sword fairy, he will definitely appear at the hero meeting."

"Great Victory Pass?"

Xiao Longnu muttered to herself, her cold eyes were no longer calm.

On the mountain road, Lu Wushuang looked at Xiao Longnu and said with a smile, "You bad woman, you can't help it at last, I thought you really wouldn't step out of the tomb of the living dead."

"Remember, I am your uncle!"

Xiao Longnv held the water-piercing sword and showed a rare smile on her face, which made Lu Wushuang dumbfounded.

Chapter 56

The sun is shining.

The earth is scorched, and the weeds grow wild.

The horseshoes shook the ground, and a group of Mongolian soldiers rode on horseback, raising their scimitars high, with ferocious smiles on their faces.

Women, children and the elderly fled desperately.

"Son, run! Stand up and run, the Tartars are catching up."

The woman's face was covered with dirt, and she was so anxious that she was about to cry.

The six or seven-year-old boy fell to the ground, with an innocent face, and begged the woman, "Mother, Xiaohu can't run anymore, let Xiaohu rest for a while."

"My son, I can't rest!"

The woman was skinny, and it was difficult for her to pull the boy up and carry him on her back. Her steps were heavy and she couldn't run at all.

In the rear, the Mongolian soldiers had already caught up.

"Hahahaha, there are two Nanmans who are alone here, and they have been eliminated!"

The squad leader raised his scimitar high.

The Xueliang machete illuminated the woman's terrified face and the boy's innocent eyes.

brush!

Two heads fell to the ground, hot blood spattered the team leader's face.

The team leader was full of excitement, licking the hot blood on his lips, and said to the soldiers behind him, "The blood of these Nanman is delicious, keep chasing! The next Nanman who is alone will be handed over to you."

Ahead, the fleeing refugees stopped.

A young and strong man was full of anger, his eyes were about to burst, and he shouted, "Folks, these Mongols are riding horses, and they are playing tricks on us. We can't escape. We are going to die anyway, and we will fight these Mongols!" "

"Fight!"

A group of people turned their heads, with hatred in their eyes, and rushed towards several Mongolian soldiers.

"Hahahaha, these Nanban dare to resist!"

"kill!"

The team leader waved his knife, and several Mongolian soldiers rushed out with grimaces.

The machete harvested wheat like harvesting the head, and the horse's hoof trampled on the corpse, trampling the corpse to pieces.

There was a sharp sound.

Sword Qi shot down from the sky.

Lear looked at the flesh and blood crushed by the horse's hoof around him, he was still late.

There are human heads, with death in peace, with horror and anger on their faces.

The blood was bubbling, and soon dried up under the scorching sun, dyeing the land into rouge, and the pungent smell of blood attracted the howling of wolves in the distance.

There is never a just war!

These days, scenes of human tragedies were staged under Lear's eyes.

The bones of the dead are exposed in the wild, and there is no rooster crowing for thousands of miles, which is the truest portrayal of this era.

In the Zhao and Song Dynasties, the emperor and ministers indulged in sensuality, and the singing and dancing in the West Lake never stopped.

The emperor and courtiers could not see the fallen place, and the people here lived in purgatory.

Since Tieshenmu dominated the grasslands, Mongolian horseshoes set foot on the Central Plains.

The Mongol warriors regarded the people of the Central Plains as southern barbarians, and they slaughtered recklessly. The land of the Central Plains was mourning, and countless Han people were crying.

All king chart hegemony, all huge empires are all built on piles of corpses.

Lear saved many people, but he could not save them all.There were more common people falling under the hooves of the horses, crying under the scimitars of the Mongolian soldiers, which made Lear feel powerless.

The process of national integration is destined to be bloody. How sad are the people born in this era?

At this moment, Lear had a deeper understanding of the poems left by those poets and poets.

Into the eyes, shocking is the broken mountains and rivers.

The people were displaced, and their sons ate each other, like catkins blown by a strong wind, and they didn't know where they were going.

The hot blood dyed the earth into rouge, and the bones were exposed in the wild, and no one buried them.

Natural disasters, man-made disasters, and plagues occur frequently.

Outside the Southern Song Dynasty, it is a purgatory on earth!

The sword box opened automatically, and nine ice-blue long swords danced in the sky.

A sense of sadness and sword intent permeated Li Er's body, and the tragic sword rushed straight to Xiaohan.

"Mountains and rivers are broken!"

"Wind and flutter!"

"The people are living in dire straits!"

"The world is poisoned!"

"Why the hell?"

Nine ice-blue long swords, like a swimming dragon.

The sword light was cold, and the sword energy soared into the sky, cutting through the clouds.

The divine sculpture whispered.

Lear was immersed in grief, carried the sword box on his back, measured the devastated mountains and rivers with his feet, and listened to the wailing of the common people with his heart.

Mongols were at fault, and the Zhao and Song Dynasty were at fault, but what is wrong with the common people?

He Lear is just a passer-by, but in this era, he has to do something for the Han people in this era, right?

At this moment, Lear seemed to understand that his whole person had undergone a transformation.

In the last world, the master asked him why he practiced swords.

Now, Lear has the answer.

He practiced sword for wanton and unrestrained.

He practiced swords to cut his chest.

He practiced the sword to question how heavy the sky is!

Lear was immersed in grief, he questioned the sky, the earth, and his heart.

Kenshin, it's done!

Dressed in white clothes, not stained with slender dust, nine long swords, circling and flying.

Lear's demeanor has changed, he is still aloof like a fairy, but there is an edge on him, an edge that people can't look directly at.

A few days later, Lear awoke from his grief.

The wheel of history is rolling, and Lear wants to go against the general trend and let the wheel of history deviate from the track. He can't just watch the development of history, let the Mongols build a country, let the mountains and rivers of the Han family fall, and make countless Han people cry.

Lear stepped on the back of the sculpture, and the sculpture soared into the sky, flying towards Xiangyang.

Tomorrow is the day when Guo Jing will hold a martial arts conference. He, the Sword Immortal, wants to do something for the common people.

Dashengguan, dozens of miles outside Xiangyang City, is full of heroes.

Iron Breaker Deng Yu mingled in the crowd, and said to the people around him, "Guo Daxia invites all heroes from all over the world to participate in this grand event, in order to fight against Mongolia. It is a great honor for us to participate in this kind of martial arts conference!"

"Yes, the Mongol Tartars are cruel and inhumane. As Han Chinese, how can we sit idly by?"

"I don't know which heroes have come up from the rivers and lakes?"

"The iron sword Song Yang is here, the spring wind sword is Qi Wangqiu, and the Qingsong sword is Chu Changren. And Jing Tong, the head of the Wudao sect, is also here. That Jing Manzi brought the entire Wudao sect with him .Although this person is vulgar, I have to admit that Jing Manzi is righteous."

"Soulbreaker Zhou Xiong, Liuhe Sword Sect Qin Shan, Quanzhen Sect Changchun Daoist, and Bai Boss from the Yangtze River Fishing Dock are all here."

"Is the sword fairy Lear here?"

"I haven't seen it, but such a grand event, I think the sword fairy will come."

"I heard that someone saw Sword Immortal a few days ago. He killed thousands of Mongol Tartars, scaring the leading Mongolian general to gather his troops. However, the head of the Mongolian vanguard general was taken away by Sword Immortal that night, and the entire battalion was bleeding. into a river."

"This time the hero meeting, I heard that a leader will be elected, everyone, who will you choose then?"

"That goes without saying, Guo Daxia does his part. Except for Guo Daxia, the certain family doesn't recognize anyone."

"Wang Mazi, what you said is wrong. Could it be that the sword fairy Lear can't be the leader of the martial arts?"

In Dashengguan, the heroes are noisy.

Guo Fu's expression was gloomy, and she said to the big and small martial brothers beside her, "Tomorrow's hero meeting, the sword fairy Lear had better not show up. If he shows up to compete with Daddy for the leader of the martial arts, he will also bring shame on himself."

The big and small Wu brothers smiled charmingly and echoed, "Fumei, don't worry. Master and wife have guarded Xiangyang for more than ten years. Who doesn't admire the heroes in the world? Master is the leader of the martial arts alliance. Even if Lear appears, he can't compete with master." .”

In the corner of the crowd, Xiao Longnv murmured to herself with anticipation in her eyes, "Will you come?"

Lu Wushuang nodded affirmatively, and replied with a firm voice, "Brother Lear will definitely come."

Chapter 57 Heroes Conference

Late at night.

The room was still lit with candles.

Huang Rong rubbed her chubby belly, feeling a little worried, and said, "Brother Jing, do you think that sword fairy will come to the meeting tomorrow?"

Guo Jing turned sideways, walked around Huang Rong, and said with a smile, "Brother Li will definitely come, the Hero Conference, without him, a sword fairy, who dares to be called a hero? I heard the people below say that Brother Li has killed a lot of people these days." The Mongolian soldiers saved many people, I really did not misunderstand him."

Huang Rong sighed, she, brother Jing, was too innocent.

Some time ago, while defending the city, brother Jing was seriously injured.

Right now, brother Jing is still seriously injured, and he is pregnant again, so what if something goes wrong at the hero meeting tomorrow?

If that sword fairy appears, the leader of the martial arts alliance may not necessarily belong to Brother Jing.

You must know that Sword Immortal has countless fans, and his reputation may not be weaker than that of Brother Jing!

Guo Jing has no intention of competing for the leader of the martial arts alliance.

Huang Rong is different.

In the final analysis, Huang Rong was always a woman. She followed Guo Jing to guard Xiangyang for more than ten years.

Guo Jing doesn't seek fame or profit, but Huang Rong hopes that her husband's prestige will be higher.

The couple has guarded Xiangyang for more than ten years, and the leader of the martial arts alliance must be brother Jing.

Guo Jing was not stupid. He guessed Huang Rong's thoughts, and comforted him, "Rong'er, don't let your imagination run wild. Whether it's Brother Li or me, they are all fighting against Mongolia and protecting the people. Is it the same? Besides, brother Li has higher martial arts skills and is smarter than me, so he is more suitable to be the leader."

Huang Rong turned around and turned her back to Guo Jing, without saying a word, feeling extremely wronged.

She is devoted to Brother Jing, but Brother Jing doesn't appreciate it. Even though Huang Rong has passed the age of a girl, she will still be wronged.

The next day, Dashengguan was crowded with people, and all the heroes from all over the world gathered.