"Dongdongdongdongdongdong!"

Outside the courtyard, there were sounds of knocking on the door.

"Enter!"

The city lord of Shura City was still carefully wiping the iron sword in his hand and speaking without raising his head.

With a creaking sound, the door in the yard was pushed open.

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

"Changwu, there are many people coming outside? They..." The woman opened her mouth slightly, and she was quite hesitant in her words, staring at the silver-haired middle-aged man in front of her, with a kind of worry in her expression.

"No need to pay attention!"

The middle-aged man in silver hair shook his head, "I, Jing Changwu, have my life and death unknown. Those people are competing for the enemy. If I live and die, they will definitely choose to surrender!"

"They just want to find out the verbal storm. If it were before, they would have been eager to come and ask, but now I have become sacred, and they dare not be presumptuous, so they can only attack indirectly!"

"It's all villains!"

The "they" mentioned by the silver-haired middle-aged Jing Changwu is the generals, families, forces, etc. in Shura City.

The power of these people is rooted in Shura City. I don’t know how many years have been developed. The relationships are complicated and involve too many things. Therefore, the city lords of Shura City of all dynasties have turned a blind eye to their management, and as long as they don’t cause any major problems, they will not pay attention to them.

But now, life and death are at the forefront, these guys naturally can't hold back.

"Father, you will definitely win, right?"

Behind the woman, the little girl spoke timidly.

"Star and Moon!" Jing Changwu stared at the little girl, his only descendant, with a soft color streaked through his pupils.

He looked at his daughter's eyes, and saw so timid, and a faint guilt arose in his heart. He was still too strict with his daughter. His daughter still has a fear of him. When he thought of this, a faint sadness emerged in his heart.

"Star and moon, come here!"

Jing Changwu put down the iron sword in his hand and waved 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!"

When the little girl heard this, she nodded, and then slowly walked to Jing Changwu's side.

Jing Changwu slowly hugged the little girl in his arms, kissed her forehead gently, and then looked into her eyes and said, "Father has always hoped that you can become the next generation successor of my Jing family, but he ignored your feelings. It's because my father is wrong!"

"Would you accept your father's apology?"

"Father!" The little girl was stunned. This was very different from her father who had always strictly demanded her practice. For a moment, her little head was a little unable to turn.

"My father will definitely come back. After he comes back, he will take our little Xingyue to the Yunduan Mountains to see the sea of ​​clouds, and to the shores of the East China Sea to see the tide..."

Just as the little girl was feeling her father's care ignorantly, Jing Changwu suddenly pointed at her eyebrows, and suddenly, the little girl's body tilted and fainted in his arms.

"Changwu, what did you do?" the woman was shocked.

"Yun Jin, Xingyue is fine, she just fainted!" Jing Changwu said to the woman, and while he said, he slowly touched the girl's forehead and said softly, "I have passed on her the way of cultivation in this life, from body tempering to sacredness, letting her inherit everything from me!"

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

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

"Changwu..." The woman was already in tears at some point!

...

What should come will always come.

Jing Changwu, carrying an iron sword, flew out of the city lord's mansion and flew directly towards the direction of the fat men and the other.

From the moment he left, he had the idea of ​​winning and the idea of ​​dying. After all, he was still a new sacred person with one against two, and he had no advantage or chance of winning in the scene.

If it were ordinary sacred, I probably wouldn't have gone there.

But he will.

As a light from the sky passed by, Jing Changwu's figure appeared directly in front of the fat men and the other ones.

He had silver hair and a face as bright as a sharp edge and an axe. Especially the pair of eyes, the bright eyes were as dazzling as a sharp sword light.

"Are you the Shura of Shura City this generation?" The fat man looked at the man, his face remained unchanged, and he asked straight away.

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

"Li Xin! The green mountains!"

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

"Jing Changwu, Shura City Lord, I believe you know the purpose of my two people coming this time. So tell me, are you choosing to surrender? Or start a war?"

The fat man said.

"war!"

Jing Changwu did not speak nonsense, and said frankly, and a terrible aura erupted all over his body. Sharp sword intent suddenly filled the sky, cutting the world.

"This is not the right choice?" The fat man ignored the sword intent around him and said coldly, "Can you fight against two with such confidence?"

"No!" Jing Changwu shook his head, "But I have to come!"

His eyes were as calm as water, looking down at everything below, and speaking in a calm tone, "For billions of years, from the ancient times to the present, my Shura City has stood here, resisting invasions of all sizes millions of times!"

"We have won and failed, but in Shura in all dynasties, no one has ever been afraid before fighting!"

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

As he spoke, Jing Changwu's momentum became stronger and more terrifying.

After he left his right hand, he heard a clanging sound, and the iron sword that had been carrying him behind him was pulled out and pointed directly at the fat men and the other ones.

This is an ordinary iron sword, and even mottled rust is derived from it, which looks extremely dull and rusty, but the fat men and the other felt a powerful will and an immortal belief like iron blood on this iron sword.

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

"This sword..."

The fat men looked at each other with a serious expression.

"This is the weapon used by Jing Xuanhuang, the first generation of my Jing family, when he rose. Before his ancestor died, he dissolved all his essence into this sword and created immortal beliefs. In the future, every generation of Jing family descendants and every generation of Shura are like this!"

"Faith is honor, and honor is the rust on this blunt sword. The more mottled and stubborn it is, the more glorious it is!"
Chapter completed!