Prologue

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What you can see when you look up is the shadow that blocks out the sky and the sun.

It was still daytime, but the sky seemed to be eaten away by darkness. What shrouded the sky and the scorching sun was a thick billowing black mist that could not be dissolved, as if it had weight and could not help but fall down. Sometimes it is even difficult to tell clearly whether it is the sky or the town in front of you that is being swallowed.

No one could understand the source of this black mist. All they knew was that its appearance plunged the entire town into unprecedented chaos.

The abandoned ancient city walls were covered with moss. People were shouting, running away, pushing and crushing each other, as if they were crazy before the end of the world.

Luo Ming is not one of them.

The owner of Luojian Villa, a rare swordsman genius, is calm, deep and reserved at all times. No matter what kind of difficulties he faced, he always had wisdom in hand and was as calm and clear as the water of Taihu Lake. He was eager to keep fighting if he could.

But his injury did not allow him to do this.

Luo Ming held the broken half of Si Mingjun in his left hand. His protective energy was in pieces, his body was covered in blood, and he was unable to move.

It is not that he has never experienced more serious injuries in his life, but this is the first time he has suffered such a serious blow.

Before this expedition, he gathered his favorite generals and Yi generals, drafted a strategy for more than a few months, and led thousands of people to go up. According to his plan, this battle should have ended with him using the Supreme Weapon to chop off 'him' head.

However, it failed.

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Still defeated so miserable.

Si Mingjun was broken into two pieces, and the supreme weapon was no longer there. Luo Ming was seriously injured, and almost all the Yi brothers who had been with him through thick and thin for several months were killed.

Is there any defeat more miserable than this?

-The arrogant genius Luo Ming was deeply gripped by the impact of failure and the feeling of powerlessness that he could no longer fight, making it difficult to stand up again. His eyes no longer had the red-hot iron sword-like righteousness and vigor that he had at the beginning of the expedition.

In the dark fog, something unknown is moving slowly.

Luo Ming knew it was 'him' who was coming.

Not only through the creepy moving sounds with a fixed pattern, but also through the pungent smell of 'him'.

The disgusting stench of a huge beast seemed to be pervasive, surrounding the crowd from all directions, and the smell alone could make people faint.

People fleeing in the streets and alleys could not escape this nightmare attack.

As the smell enveloped the streets, the sound of 'his' footsteps disappeared. Luo Ming knew he’d love to play this trick the most. The closer he got to the prey, the more Gu Huan hid and was frightened. = =

After a long period of silence, a large and terrifying yellow eye suddenly appeared between the two houses.

Several people were frightened to death on the spot, and they died of the stench and shock before they could even figure out what the other party was.

Only Luo Ming knew that the eye that seemed to show viciousness at any time with a strange smile came from the most ancient and cruel creature on the earth. If death is the only way out, maybe there is no need to see what ‘him’ is, and it would be an easy way to die.

Luo Ming was still lying on the ground unable to move, and his will was not as firm as his hands holding the swords. A man who is born a genius does not find death scary. However, dying in a miserable defeat is really discouraging. 1-If only there was a sword that could kill ‘him’...

This thought crossed my mind. Jinba's defeat was not due to his lack of proficiency in swordsmanship. It's the fault of the weapon. If there was a divine sword that could kill him, everything would not be like this.

But the only thing he did was close his eyes and wait for death. Today's encounter, the tragic defeat, and the death of his companions have tortured him enough. He did not have the courage to continue fighting, nor did he have the motivation to keep fighting until he died.

Luo Ming closed his eyes, hoping that he would never open them again.

It's a pity that he neglected to count the sons he raised. And his giving up will become the decision he regrets most in his life.

It is a fact recognized in the world that the Luo family has many talents.

Not only is Luo Ming famous throughout the world, his second brother Luo Yan and his three sons are all top-notch martial arts masters. Even the fourth son of the Luo family, who was still fourteen years old, had single-handedly wiped out a den of thieves on the unfair roads in Shanxi some time ago. Who dares to say that the fourth young master of the Luo family will not be a famous swordsman in the martial arts world in the future?

Luo Ming's second son Si Nian and third son Si Ju, each holding a sword, rushed in front of their father.

The two of them are close in age and have the best relationship in their lives. The two brothers studied "Lieyang Liver and gallbladder records" one at a time, and the other studied "Taihan Jing (Taihan Jing)". Everyone at Luojian Villa always said that the two young masters looked very much like the elder and the second master, and that their sword fights in the future would definitely become a legend. Every time they mentioned this, the two brothers Luo Ming and Luo Yan looked at each other and laughed, very happy.

However, their martial arts skills are not yet perfect. -The magic power of ice and fire was used, but it failed to shake 'him' body even a bit, but it angered 'him'.

The second young master and the third young master Luo died in extremely miserable conditions. They didn't survive his first blow, and they died miserably without any body parts. Both of their bodies exploded from the center, and plasma splashed all over the sky.

Luo Ming couldn't move or even open his mouth. However, the hand holding the sword seemed to be crushing the hilt.

The feeling of powerlessness and despair seemed to bite his neck off, and he felt wetness in his nose. But the blood of Erzi fell from the sky, and a lot of it fell on

on his face.

At that moment, he only wished it was a nightmare.

"Father, go quickly!

The last person standing in front of him to protect him was his eldest son.

Among the four sons, Luo Ming loved his eldest son the most. Luo Sijian is very much like his father. Every move and every move he makes looks like Luo Ming. Even his talent is the same.

The eldest young master of the Luo family is extremely talented. He is the only prodigy among this generation of the Luo family who is proficient in the two magical arts of Lieyang and Taihan. It can be said to be the hope of the next generation of Luojian W Village.

Not many people know.

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Luo Sijian's achievements are not only due to his extraordinary talent, but also inseparable from the strict education Luo Ming gave him since childhood. Ever since he was a child, he has never had a day off without practicing swordsmanship or forging iron. Just like Luo Ming did when he was young.

Whenever Luo Sijian couldn't hold on any longer, Luo Ming never said a word. I just went to the kitchen to cook a bowl of wontons and ate them with my son. Afterwards, it was as if nothing had happened and he was sent back to the sword room.

Luo Ming loves his eldest son the most, so he doesn't want to let down his son's talent.

When Luo Sijian became the first descendant of Luo Jian to understand the Guicang Sword, the father and son were so drunk that everything was unspoken.

The deep relationship between their father and son is unimaginable to outsiders.

So this scene was something Luo Ming had never thought about and never wanted to think about.

Luo Sijian stood in front of an unimaginably powerful enemy. Before his death, his sword-holding posture was still flawless, just like when Luo Ming taught him how to hold the sword for the first time.

Before receiving the fatal blow, he turned back and showed a sad and bleak smile.

"Dad, please avenge me.

For the first time, he didn't call him 'father', but called him father.

The dream ends here.

Luo Ming opened his eyes calmly, it was another early morning.

He looked up and saw that the world was still so peaceful that it was disgusting.

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