Hyperspace Transmigration

"Boom boom boom!"

Outside the courtyard, there were knocks on the door.

"Enter!"

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

With a quick squeak, the door in the courtyard was pushed open.

A beautiful woman walked in, and behind her was a little girl who looked like an elf. The little girl was not very old, about seven or eight years old. She was carved in pink and jade, and her big eyes were timidly staring at the city lord of Shura City. , with a flushed little face hidden behind the woman, she seemed a little afraid of the city lord.

"Changwu, there are many people coming outside? They..." The woman opened her mouth slightly, she hesitated between words, her eyes were fixed on the silver-haired middle-aged man in front of her, her expression was full of worry.

"Don't worry about it!"

The silver-haired middle-aged man shook his head, "When I go, Jing Changwu, I don't know whether I will live or die. Those people are stalking me. If I live or die, they will definitely choose to surrender!"

"They just want to find out. If it was before, they must have been eager to ask, but now that I have become a saint, they don't dare to be presumptuous, they can only make sidelines!"

"They're all villains!"

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

The influence of these people is rooted in Shura City, and it has been developed for many years. The relationship among them is intricate and involves too much, so the lords of Shura City in the past have turned a blind eye to their management, as long as nothing happens. Don't bother with big things.

It's just that now, with life and death at stake, these guys can't stand it anymore.

"Father, you will surely win, won't you?"

Behind the woman, the little girl said timidly.

"Xingyue!" Jing Changwu stared at the little girl, his only offspring, with a soft look in his pupils.

He looked into his daughter's eyes, saw how timid he was, and felt a little guilt in his heart. He was still too strict with his daughter, and her daughter still had a kind of fear for him. When he thought of this, a wave of guilt emerged in his heart. A touch of sadness.

"Xingyue, come here!"

Jing Changwu put down the iron sword in his hand and waved at the little girl.

"Father..." The little girl hesitated.

Seeing this, the woman stroked the little girl's hair and said softly, "Xingyue, go to your father's side!"

"Yes, mother!"

The little girl nodded upon hearing this, and then walked slowly to Jing Changwu's side.

Jing Changwu slowly held the little girl in his arms, kissed her forehead lightly, then looked into her eyes and said: "Father has always hoped that you can become the next generation of my Jing family, but he ignored What you feel is the father's fault!"

"Are you willing to accept your father's apology?"

"Father!" The little girl was stunned. This was very different from her father who had always been strict with her cultivation in her impression. For a while, her little head couldn't turn her head around.

"Father will definitely come back. When he comes back, take our little Xingyue to the Yunduan Mountains to see the sea of ​​clouds, and to the bank of the East China Sea to watch the tide..."

While the little girl was ignorantly feeling the care of her father, Jing Changwu suddenly pointed to the center of her eyebrows, and immediately, the little girl's body tilted and she passed out directly in his arms.

"Changwu, what did you do?" The woman was startled.

"Yunjin, Xingyue is fine, she just passed out!" Jing Changwu said to the woman, slowly stroking the little girl's forehead as he spoke, and whispered to himself, "I have passed on the way of cultivation in my whole life She, from body tempering to holiness, 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, take Xingyue and leave here, leave Shura City, find a place where there are no people and live quietly, and never come back!"

"Changwu..." The woman burst into tears at some point!

...

What should come will always come.

Jing Changwu carried an iron sword on his back,

Flying out of the city lord's mansion, he flew directly towards the direction of the two fat men.

From the moment he left, he had the idea of ​​victory and death in his heart. After all, he was still a newly-promoted holy man with one against two. .

If it were ordinary sacred, it is estimated that they would not go there.

But he will.

Following a ray of light in the sky, Jing Changwu's figure appeared directly in front of the fat two.

She has silver hair all over her head, and her face is as sharp as a knife and an axe. Especially those eyes, the bright pupils are as dazzling as sharp sword lights.

"Is your Excellency the Shura of this generation of Shura City?" The fat man stared at this person, his expression unchanged, and asked directly.

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

"Li Xin!" "Tibetan Green Mountain!"

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

"Jing Changwu, Lord of Asura City, you must know the purpose of our visit this time, so tell me, do you choose to surrender? Or start a war?"

said the fat man.

"war!"

Jing Changwu didn't talk nonsense, he said it bluntly, a terrifying aura erupted from his whole body, and sharp sword intents filled the sky immediately, cutting the world and the earth.

"Is this not the right choice?" Fatty ignored the sword intent around him and said coldly, "Are you so confident that you can fight two with one?"

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

His gaze was as calm as water, overlooking everything below, and he spoke in a calm tone, "For hundreds of millions of years, from ancient times to the present, my Shura City has stood here and resisted invasions, large and small, millions of times! "

"There have been victories and failures, but among the Shuras of all ages, no one has ever been timid before fighting!"

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

While speaking, Jing Changwu's aura became stronger and stronger and more terrifying.

After wiping his right hand away, suddenly, there was only a clang sound, and he pulled out the iron sword that had been carried on his back all the time, and pointed it at the two fat people.

This is an ordinary iron sword, and there are even mottled rust spots on it, which looks extremely rusty, but the two fat people felt a strong will on this iron sword, a kind of iron blood. General immortality.

This belief has penetrated through the ages and is deeply rooted in the iron sword, making this ordinary mottled and rusty sword have extraordinary power.

"This sword..."

The two fat men looked at each other with solemn expressions.

"This is the weapon used by Jing Xuanhuang, the first ancestor of my Jing family, when he rose up. Before the ancestor died, he dissolved all his own essence into this sword to create an immortal belief. After that, every generation of the Jing family Successors, every generation of Shura is like this!"

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