Hyperspace Transmigration

"My Jing family has been stationed in Shura City for hundreds of millions of years, and I have never fled without a fight. There are only Shura who died in battle, and no Shura who escaped!"

"If you want to take Shura City, step over my corpse!"

Jing Changwu held the iron sword in his hand and said indifferently.

"Sura City, Shura, even though he is an enemy, he is a respectable enemy. Jing Changwu, after you die, I will give you a proper burial!"

Fatty said.

This is indeed an opponent worthy of respect. This kind of fighting with the thought of mortal death is just to defend the honor in his heart.

You can think he is stupid, you can think he is an idiot, but you have to admire his belief.

How many people know that they must die and come forward knowing that they must lose?

Jing Changwu can.

Because that is his way.

"A heavy burial? No need, because after I die, everything about me will dissolve into the sword in my hand!"

"Let's fight!"

Jing Changwu shook the iron sword, and in an instant, a sky-reaching sword light shot straight away.

...

The war is on.

In the battle between the saints, the fluctuations are so strong, the movement is so huge, and the void of thousands of miles can be easily and directly shattered. This is the result of the control of the three, and it is just a little aftermath of the leak.

To reach their level of cultivation, it can be said that holding the sun and the moon to pick the stars, destroying the universe and beheading the yellow sky in the palm of one's hand, there is a great turmoil between raising one's hand and lifting one's foot.

In Shura City, many people are concerned about this battle.

In fact, they were not optimistic about Jing Changwu's victory. They wanted to escape here, but they had no choice but to besiege the entire Shura City and block the space. Surrounded by water, it is too difficult to escape from here.

They could only pray in their hearts that Jing Changwu could win, of course, it was just a prayer.

Secretly, these families and forces in Shura City have already prepared their escape route. If something goes wrong, they will take the initiative to open the city gate and surrender the city.

In the sky, the battle is getting fiercer.

Sword lights and fist lights intertwined in the sky, and that piece of land could no longer be seen clearly, turning into a gray chaos, with runes constantly being born and dying, and law lights flickering.

"One Sword Creates the World!"

Jing Changwu fought one against two, his silver hair danced wildly, and he looked like a madman.

He slashed down with a sword, and a dark red world was derived along the huge sword light. In the world, there were rows of troops, iron-blooded army souls, roaring at the two fat men endlessly, their power was astonishing.

This move is Jing Changwu's hole card, and his strongest one-style supernatural power.

"The devil god is coming!"

The fat man roared angrily, and a huge phantom of a vast demon god suddenly rose from behind. Amidst the chaos, the demon god raised his hand and slapped it, directly suppressing it against the bloody world.

Tibetan Qingshan also used his strongest move.

"Extreme martial arts, shattering the void!"

"Give it to me, Broken!"

He punched down, and the fist turned into the sky at this moment, and between the rules and the staggered transformation of dimensions, it directly hit the blood-colored world.

Then!

With a bang, the blood-colored world exploded directly, turning into sharp sword lights that cut around. It's just that at this time, this kind of powerful sword light has no effect, and it can't threaten the two fat people at all.

As the trump card was broken, Jing Changwu spit out a pool of blood. The bright red blood droplets floated in the sky, and a little dripped on his robe, sticking to spots.

lost.

Jing Changwu knew in his heart that the general situation was over.

Previously, he was able to resist the attack of the two by taking advantage of the situation, but now that the general situation has been broken, he himself has suffered indelible trauma, and he is already powerless.

"It still failed!"

"pity……"

Jing Changwu's face was pale, and the blood at the corner of his mouth was still wet, leaving a bloodstain along the corner of his mouth.

"Cough cough cough!"

His body coughed violently a few times, and spit out another mouthful of blood.

Under the induction,

There are two terrifying forces in the body constantly stirring, the internal organs have been turned into blood, and the soul has also suffered heavy injuries. The entire soul is almost pierced by a punch, imprinted with an indestructible punching intention, which is always in the air. Wandering the source of his own soul.

Although he still has the power to fight, it is meaningless.

Jing Changwu looked at the iron sword in his hand, his eyes were filled with emotion, he gently touched the mottled iron sword that had been with him for so long, and said softly: "Old man, I didn't expect me to come this far, This moment has finally come!"

"only……"

He raised his head and looked in the direction of Shura City, his gaze seemed to penetrate time and space, and he saw his wife and daughter.

After my death, they must be very sad.

"Yunjin, I have let you down, take Xingyue and live a good life, live a good life!"

As he said that, Jing Changwu's body melted little by little, turning into a ball of dark red blood, which merged into the iron sword, and finally disappeared completely.

ding ding ding...

The iron swords screamed and trembled endlessly, the sky was filled with a strong sense of mourning, sword lights burst out from the iron swords, shooting around, it seemed to be mourning at Jing Changwu, and it seemed to be parting.

The two fat guys kept watching, their faces were silent, and they didn't make any movements.

And the mottled iron sword trembled for a full minute, then suddenly fell silent, and then turned into a ball of sword light and flew directly towards Shura City.

The eyes of the two fat men moved slightly, but they didn't stop them.

From their eyes, it can be seen that Jing Changwu is already dead. Before he died, he melted into the sword body, and the sword has been psychic. After the master died, he mourned for him, and then went to find the master of the next generation.

A descendant of the Jing family.

In fact, the same is true, the sword light pierced through time and space, and directly appeared in the city lord's mansion in Shura City. In a flash of the sword light, it flew to the bed of Jing Xingyue, who was only seven years old.

In front of the bed, Jing Xingyue was still in a coma, and Yun Jin was taking care of her carefully, but seeing the sword light descending and landing on her daughter's bed, Yun Jin burst into tears.

"Changwu..."

...

The battle in Shura City was finally won as expected.

After all, two against one, victory is also normal.

Even in one-on-one, the two fat people will not be weaker than Jing Changwu. Unfortunately, the main god mission has to be followed.

After Jing Changwu's death, the faces of many families and forces in Shura City changed, but they finally made a decision, opened the city gate, and groups of people walked out to surrender to the Samsara Legion.

Surrender without killing.

The reincarnation army also drove straight into the ancient Shura city, began to recruit and manage these people, and slowly accepted the entire Shura city.

It's just that during this process, no descendants of the Jing family in the city lord's mansion were found. Jing Changwu's only blood and his wife had disappeared.

But it doesn't matter anymore.