Hyperspace Transmigration

"Boom boom boom!"

Outside the courtyard, there were waves of knocks on the door.

"In!"

The Lord of Shura City still carefully wiped the iron sword in his hand, and said without raising his head.

Soon there was a creak, and the door in the yard was pushed open.

A beautiful woman walked in, and behind her was a little elf-like girl. The little girl was not too old, about seven or eight years old. She was carved and jade, with big eyes staring at the city lord of Shura timidly. , Her red face was hidden behind the woman, looking a little afraid of the city lord.

"Changwu, there are a lot of people outside? They..." The woman opened her mouth slightly, shesitating between her words, staring at the silver-haired middle-aged in front of her, her expression full of worry.

"Don't worry about it!"

The silver-haired middle-aged shook his head, "My Jing Changwu is gone, life and death are unknown, and the group of people are going to be in danger. If I live and die, they will definitely choose to surrender!"

"They just want to take a look. If it was before, they must have been eager to come and inquire about it, but now I have become sacred, they dare not presumptuously, they can only attack!"

"It's all villains!"

The ‘they’ in the middle-aged Jing Changwu’s mouth are those generals, families, forces, etc. in Shura City.

The power of these people is rooted in the city of Shura. I don’t know how many years it has developed. The relationship among them is complicated and involves too many. Therefore, the city lord of the city of Shura has turned a blind eye to their management, as long as nothing happens. Big things are ignored.

It's just that now, with life and death at stake, these guys can't bear it anymore.

"Father, you will win, won't you?"

Behind the woman, the little girl said timidly.

"Xingyue!" Jing Changwu stared at the little girl, his only offspring, with a soft color across his eyes.

He looked into his daughter’s eyes, saw the timidity, and a touch of guilt rose in his heart. He was still too harsh for his daughter. Her daughter still has a kind of fear of himself. When he thinks of this, his heart springs up. A little sad.

"Xingyue, come here!"

Jing Changwu put down the iron sword in his hand and beckoned to 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's side!"

"Yes, mother!"

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

Jing Changwu slowly hugged the little girl in his arms, gently kissed her forehead, and then looked into her eyes and said: "Father has always hoped that you can be the next generation of my Jing family, but he ignored him. Your feeling is that your father is wrong!"

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

"Father!" The little girl was stunned. This was very different from her father who had always demanded her practice in her impression. For a while, her little head couldn't turn around.

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

Just as the little girl was ignorantly feeling the care of her father, Jing Changwu suddenly pointed to her eyebrows, and suddenly the little girl fainted directly in his arms.

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

"Yunjin, Xingyue, she's all right, she just fainted!" Jing Changwu said to the woman, touching the little girl's forehead slowly while speaking, and whispered to himself, "I have passed on my lifelong practice. She, from body tempering to sacredness, let her inherit everything from me!"

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

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

"Changwu..." The woman didn't know when she had already burst into tears!

...

The ones that should come will come.

With an iron sword on his back, Jing Changwu flew out of the city lord's mansion and flew directly towards the fat man.

From the moment he left, he had the idea of ​​victory and death in his heart. After all, with one enemy and two, he was still a newly promoted sacred. There was no advantage or chance of winning in the scene. .

The change is generally sacred, it is estimated that they will not go.

But he will.

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

His head was full of silver hair, and his face was sharp like a knife, especially the pupils of the eyes, whose bright pupils were as dazzling as a sharp sword.

"Your Excellency is the Shura of the generation of Shura City?" The fat man stared at this man, his expression unchanged, and asked directly.

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

"Li Xin!" "Zangqingshan!"

Fatty and Zang Qingshan also reported their names, which is a kind of respect.

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

Said the fat man.

"war!"

Jing Changwu didn't talk nonsense ~www.readwn.com~ bluntly, a terrible aura broke out all over his body, and the sharp sword intent immediately filled the sky, cutting the sky and the earth.

"Isn't this the right choice?" The fat man said coldly, ignoring the sword intent around him, "Can you be so confident that you can fight one against two?"

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

His eyes were as calm as water, he glanced over everything below, and spoke in a calm tone, "In billions of years, from the barren era to the present, my Shura City has stood here and resisted millions of large and small invasions! "

"Victory and defeated, but in the history of Shura, there has never been anyone who was afraid before fighting!"

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

While speaking, Jing Changwu's momentum became stronger and stronger and more terrifying.

After he wiped his right hand goodbye, he suddenly heard a clanging sound, and he pulled out the iron sword that had been on his back and pointed it directly at the two fat guys.

This is an ordinary iron sword, and even mottled rust is formed on it, which looks extremely dull and rusty, but the two fat men felt a strong will on this iron sword, a kind of iron blood. General unquenchable beliefs.

This belief penetrates through the ages and is deeply ingrained in the iron sword, making this ordinary mottled rust sword possess extraordinary power.

"This sword..."

The two of them looked at each other, their faces solemn.

"This is the weapon used when Jing Xuanhuang, the first ancestor of my Jing family, rose up. Before the ancestor died, he dissolved all his own essence in this sword to create an immortal belief. Then, every generation of Jing family Successor, every generation of Shura is like this!"

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