Time Travel

Chapter 550 Group Destruction Event III

“Boom boom boom!”

Outside the small courtyard, there were bursts of knocks on the door.

“Enter!”

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

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

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

“Changwu, there are a lot of people here? 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 lead the flames. 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 ask about it, but now I have become sacred, they dare not presumptuously, they can only attack!”

“It’s all villains!”

The silver-haired middle-aged Jing Changwu’s “they” are those generals, families, forces, etc. in the city of Shura.

The power of these people is rooted in the city of Asura. I don’t know how many years it has developed. The relationship between them is complicated and involves too many. Therefore, the city lord of the city of Asura 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 spoke timidly.

“Xingyue!” Jing Changwu stared at the little girl, his only offspring, with a soft color in 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. His daughter still has a kind of fear for himself. When he thinks of this, his heart springs up. A touch of sadness.

“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 for all these years, but he has 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 own practice in her impression. For a while, her little head couldn’t turn around.

“Father will definitely come back. After returning, take our little Xingyue to the Yunduan Mountains to see the sea of ​​clouds, and to the East Blue to see the tide…”

While 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 okay, 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, leave here with Xingyue, 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 is still a newly promoted sacred person. There is no advantage in the scene, and there is no chance of winning. .

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

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 as sharp as a knife, especially the pair of eye pupils, whose bright pupils were as dazzling as sharp sword light.

“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, Shura City Lord, 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. He spoke frankly, and 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, looking over everything below, and speaking in a calm tone, “For billions of years, from the barren era to the present, my city of Asura has stood here, and has resisted millions of large and small invasions! ”

“Victory and defeated, but in the history of Shura, there has never been a person who was afraid before fighting!”

“This is the honor of my Asura City, and also the honor of my Jing family!”

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

After 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. Even, Madara’s rust is derived from it. It looks very blunt and rusty, but the two fat men felt a strong will on this iron sword. An iron-blooded, unquenchable faith.

This belief penetrates through the ages and is deeply rooted in the iron sword, making this ordinary Madara rusty sword possess extraordinary power.

“This sword…”

The two of them looked at each other, their expressions dignified.

“This is the weapon used by Jing Xuanhuang, the first ancestor of my Jing family, when he rose. Before the ancestor died, he dissolved all his own essence in this sword to create an indestructible faith. 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 Madara refutes stubbornness, the more honor!”