I'm Really A Newcomer

The sky is dyed red, and Junshan, which stands in the extreme south of the Moon Clan, is shrouded in deathly fog.

A handsome man in a white shirt soaked in blood stumbled out of the cave door, clutching his chest. His facial features were distorted and his eyes were dull, as if his soul had been stripped out of his body.

"Master..."

The young man looked at the trembling sword pointing at him in horror.

This sword is called Bai Xin, and it is the best sword in the world.

The man's name is Su Tang, and he is the greatest sword god in the world.

The sky is red.

The dragon crystal fragments on the tip of Bai Xin's sword are also red.

It pointed at the broken heart in the young man's chest.

The fleet named "Green Ghost" broke through the light curtain above Jiuchuan, and at the same time disturbed the purest and balanced sword energy that had been tempered for several years on the top of Junshan Mountain.

Su Tang, who was supposed to break through, fell short in the end and went crazy.

"Azhan..." Su Tang said in pain.

His veins popped out, and the blood vessels all over his body were swollen with terrible black blood.

"kill me."

The man tried his best to keep the remaining clarity in his eyes.

The man used all his strength to maintain the sword's heart, which was already about to fall apart.

"quick!"

"Quick!" Su Tang said urgently.

"Otherwise I wouldn't deserve you as my apprentice!"

…

The young man closed his eyes tightly, cold tears covering his entire sad face.

"Chi."

His ears were filled with the sharp sound of a sword piercing his heart.

With this roar, the whole world seemed to be filled with an endless swarm of bees.

"Master..." the young man whimpered.

"Good, good boy." Su Tang smiled happily.

He left the white heart behind.

Su Tang wanted to use the palm closest to him to touch the young man's face that seemed to be about to break.

He spent the last bit of his strength, but still couldn't reach it.

Bai Xin did not fall to the ground, and its flawless white sword was held up steadily by the flowing blood.

Things did not go as smoothly as Su Tang had imagined. The blood energy lingering in his body began to control the lifeless corpse.

With this blood energy, Bai Xin returned to the palm of "Su Tang", and the palm that should have been so gentle finally grasped the sharpest sword in the world.

Even though the young man was dodging with his well-honed physical awareness, he was still hit hard.

He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and his body began to tremble uncontrollably due to pain.

The young man stared at his master's face.

He watched countless pieces of extremely pure sword energy dissipate in the crimson sky.

Sky-filling and brilliant.

Those smart light spots seemed to lead this kind-hearted man who marched forward bravely in the path of swordsmanship through the blood-red sky to the long river where all souls belong.

Su Tang is dead.

His ninth-level "realm" bloomed on the top of Junshan.

The young man looked coldly at "Su Tang" who was filled with blood.

That's not his master.

"call."

He let out a small breath.

Su Zhan, who was only twenty-three years old, surged his seventh-level power to the extreme in an instant.

""Sword Chapter Transverse"."

Su Zhan raised his sword, although it was just a sharp branch.

"Zanxin." He said softly.

Hundreds of thousands of miles away, the sky fortress left over from the mechanical age was smashing into the sky where all life was in ruins.

At this moment, the endless sword energy is like a violent wave.

Junshan trembled, and the beauty finally fell on the young man's cheek.

After a long time, the red light dissipated with the dusk.

After the hustle and bustle, thousands of birds flew away.

The young man with no meridians carried his master on his back and disappeared into the moonlight staggeringly in the complete silence.

…

Ten years later.

Lintian City.

"His grandma Chen Nong, if you dare to learn swordsmanship when you grow up, I will break your legs!"

"Why! The swordsman is so handsome!" Chen Nong tiptoed dissatisfied.

"Handsome, handsome, so handsome!"

"Even if I become a swordsman, I'm still a coward who doesn't even dare to show his face when Jiuchuan is alive and dead..."

"Forget it." Sister Zhao waved her hands impatiently, and then a smiling expression appeared on her face.

"Xiao Su, what's on today's menu?"

"Sweet and sour pork ribs." The unshaven man said with a smile.

He cooked the dishes skillfully, and something in his eyes was drained bit by bit in the whirling flames.

The rectifications of the past ten years seem too insignificant amidst the overwhelming public opinion in this world.

Su Zhan looked at Sister Zhao's face that looked a little old due to hard work.

He sighed slowly.

"Chen Nong, be good."

"Mom has a hard time taking care of you." Su Zhan said softly.

The color of the sweet and sour pork ribs is getting brighter and brighter.

Chen Nong wiped the saliva from the corner of his mouth, not sure if he heard what Su Zhan said.

"These days are getting more and more sad..." Sister Zhao said with emotion.

Lintian is no longer the capital of the Moon Clan, and the Moon Clan is no longer the Moon Clan.

A lot can change in ten years.

The sunlight slipped off the surface of Jiuchuan, and the lamp above the stall became increasingly dim.