The mountain gate was opened, but I don’t know why, nor do I know who would walk down from the mountain gate.

Many people are nervous, and some have even started to retreat.

Because I remembered the scene of the suspected powerful man from the Divine Ethics Continent descending on Wenjian Mountain, most people thought that this was because Wenjian Sect had been defeated by the invaders of the Divine Ethics Continent, and began to slaughter the refugees at the foot of the mountain.

Such emotions spread and spread among the crowd.

Many people feel desperate.

Is the last pure land in Selangor, the only area where the weak can hide, finally fallen? Then, where can I live in it from now on? Can't I really escape the fate of tragic death?

Just then—

"Mom, it seems that it is not a demon of the gods' grace. Look, those people seem to be people from the Sword Sect?" Song Guang stared at the distance, the mountain gate was wide open, and a young man wearing the same style as the clothing of the Endless Continent walked down the mountain.

"It's the person from the Sword Sect! It's not the devil of the divine grace, it's the person from the Sword Sect going down the mountain..." A warrior in the crowd roared excitedly, and finally recognized the identities of those people who came down from the mountain. They were clearly wearing the costumes of the disciples of the Sword Sect.

"It's Ask the Sword Sect...ah hahaha, don't run away, we're saved," people shouted: "Hahaha, the adults of Ask the Sword Sect finally went down the mountain. They must have been moved by our piety. They came to save us!"

"But asked the Sword Sect has ascended to the Immortal Realm?" someone said in confusion.

"I understand. The strange phenomenon in the sky before must be asking the adults of the Sword Sect who returned from the Immortal Realm, and they are back..." The warrior who was roaring first was ecstatic and suddenly understood something.

The three words "Ask Sword Sect" have a strange magic power for people in Xuezhou. In the past countless years, the Ask Sect has had a very good reputation, especially since Li Jianyi and others. The Ask Sect has always been a symbol of fighting against demons and protecting civilians. Later, Ding Hao and others rose up, and the Ask Sect's strength increased dramatically. Ding Hao spread the world's strength and became a saint in the minds of countless people. The Ask Sect is even more famous and spread throughout the world.

During this chaotic period, many people were thinking that if the Wenjian Sect was not forced away by major forces such as [Qingchuan Palace] and [Anxiang Tianfeng], it would definitely be the same as they did before, and spared no effort to protect the poor and the weak. With a strong and kind sect like the Wenjian Sect, Selangor would definitely not be as chaotic as it is now.

When I think of this, countless people are so angry that they are sected with [Qingchuan Palace] and other sects.

Regarding the Sword Sect, countless people in Selangor have a kind of trust in their relatives.

Unfortunately, the disciples of the Sword Sect have disappeared from the land of Selangor for too long. For too long, there were no gentle and polite young swordsmen who were doing their best on the land of Selangor. Countless people missed the glorious years in the past.

So under such feelings, people from Xuezhou suddenly saw the disciples of Wenjian Sect appearing, and the excitement and crazy mood was completely understandable.

Under the gaze of countless eyes, forty young disciples of the Sword Sect came to the refugee area.

Before they could speak, the cheers like tsunamis drowned them completely.

This kind of scene is like seeing the savior appear.

The forty disciples of the Wenjian Sect are all young people around the age of twenty. In such a scene, they were both excited and proud. This was the accumulation of hundreds of years of glory in the Wenjian Sect, and they also felt heavy responsibility and motivation.

"May I ask... Is the Sword Sect... Ding... Ding Shenxian back?" A white-haired old man asked tremblingly. He was once a crazy admirer of Ding Hao. Although he was old and weak and could not practice, this did not hinder his yearning for martial arts. He told the story of Ding Hao, a saint in front of his children and grandchildren many times.

Unfortunately, his children and grandchildren have died tragically in chaos.

Many people looked at these young people nervously like this white-haired old man.

"Of course, Uncle Ding is back." The young man in the lead said with a smile.

Before he finished speaking, there was another cheer like a tsunami of mountains and seas around him. Many people's eyes flashed with light that had never been seen before. The young man had to pause and then said loudly: "Uncle Ding has already ordered the mountain gate to open. The Sword Sect will start to collect disciples again from today. Soon the Sect will send food to the sect. Everyone can rest assured that the Sword Sect is back and will protect the Selangor people as before."

The refugee area was in full bloom.

Hope finally came.

...

Baiman Mountain.

This is a dangerous mountain range located in the southern part of Selangor. It has mountains, strange peaks, dangerous mountains, and many wild animals. It is called a barbaric land, and its name comes from this.

Around Baiman Mountain, there were once human settlements of all sizes, including hunters. Because the mountains lack spiritual energy, there were few demons and martial arts sects in this area. Therefore, humans could live in peace and make a living by hunting. Although they had been convinced to live in this mountainous area for generations, they did not cut off the incense.

Now that the troubled times have come, some small forces have been defeated and fleeing, and have entered this mountainous area.

In a short period of time, countless hunters and settlements were massacred.

There were also branches of the mercenary group of the Shenxiang Continent who came here and found that there were no resources or divine sects to plunder, so they simply enjoyed killing. This ancient area could not escape the tragedy of blood baptism.

In a crater area north of Baiman Mountain, there is a hunter tribe named Youxue.

The Youxue Tribe is a small tribe. For a long time, it was an unknown small force, with only a hundred people. It lived here silently like beef tendon grass for generations.

Until three or four years ago, a hunter boy with super perseverance came out of this tribe, and joined the Sword Sect and finally gained fame. He had an unparalleled influence in the entire Selangor. Everyone knew the name of [Mad Sword], and the Youxue Tribe was famous for it.

Unfortunately, as Wen Jian Sect left, the glory of the Youxue Tribe gradually dissipated.

The arrival of the chaotic era has put the Youxue Tribe in a desperate situation.

On this day, disaster finally came.

A squad of mercenaries discovered the temporary garrison of the Youxue Tribe and immediately launched an attack like a mad dog and jackal.

In an instant, dozens of hunters were ruthlessly killed.

Nearly a hundred tribes were surrounded in a small square, watching the brutal enemies approaching and unable to make any struggle. The young and middle-aged hunters bent their bows and arrows to guard the outermost area, while the old, young, women and children were protected. They had no way to go, just like sheep falling into a pack of wolves, and there was no hope at all.

A mercenary with a grim smile on all sides surrounded him. The leader of the mercenary leader was a stout bald man with two thick beards raised up like a scimitar, and his eyes were like copper bells with a cruel and bloodthirsty light.

"It's just a group of weak ants, not even qualified to be a slave," the bald giant sneered contemptuously, saying, "It's worthless, kill it all."

A middle-aged scholar wearing an endless continent looked down, nodded and bowed, smiled flatteringly, and said, "Sir, you don't know that there was a martial arts myth in Selangor in this tribe, which was very powerful."

The bald giant man glanced at the corner of his mouth with disdain: "Martial arts myth? Hahaha, what kind of martial arts myth can be produced in a small and pitiful wild land like you? Haha, a shit myth."

"Yes, yes, yes, of course, you can't compare with adults, but that person had also shocked the entire Selangor at that time and was extremely famous in the Northern Territory." The middle-aged scholar said flatteringly.

"It's just that you foolish guys have never seen a real strong man. Humph, kill them all. I hope that the bullshit martial arts myth can appear in front of me. I pressed him to death with one finger..." said the bald giant man disdainfully.

The middle-aged scholar nodded quickly and was about to say something, but suddenly his face froze, his pupils suddenly shrank, and he stared blankly into the distance.

The bald giant man was stunned and followed his gaze and saw a young man with an ordinary face and about twenty years old. At some point, he appeared on a rock more than twenty meters away.

The young man's mysterious energy fluctuates faintly. Before he reached the innate realm, the person behind him had a strange black long sword, dark face, firm eyes, and a strange threatening aura.

"Yes...yes...it's him...he's back..." The middle-aged scribe's teeth thumped in a fight, trembling because of fear, and could not even say a complete sentence.

"Who?" asked the bald giant man.

But at this moment, a loud bang sounded, shaking everyone's heart like a bolt from the blue. The rock in the distance suddenly exploded and turned into powder and spread. The young man on it swayed and appeared in front of the bald giant man.

In an instant, an indescribable terrifying pressure was overwhelming like a vast ocean. Before the bald man could react, he was pressed by the powerful pressure and kneeling on his knees could no longer move.

The terrifying vitality of blood and energy burst out from the young man's body, like a demon god who ruled the world.

"Who are you...you...you...a...a?" The bald giant man couldn't hide his extreme shock. He felt like an insect ant being pressed under Mount Tai. Facing this powerful blood power of Mo Yu, he had no power to resist at all.

It's really scary.

Just by bursting out the blood and energy power in his body, he actually crushed himself with the cultivation level of the Holy Realm. What kind of monster is this young man? The bald giant man was inexplicably shocked and could not understand that there was such a strong man in the world.
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