Rebirth of the supernatural sword emperor

Although he didn't know where this place was, Jiang Nan looked up at the blood-red sky and was sure that it had something to do with that Tang Dao!

Outside, Jiang Nan was lying on the ground holding the Tang Dao with his eyes closed. The Tang Dao, which was originally covered in dark red rust, was actually shining with a strange red light!

"Head! Did you find it?" A commercial car parked near Jiang Nan's home. A young man with earrings in the car took off his earphones and asked lazily to the middle-aged man driving the car.

"No, the violent mental fluctuations just now disappeared all of a sudden!" The middle-aged man driving the car said somewhat depressedly.

"Hey, isn't he just a newly awakened superpower! He made us run around, and when I found out who he was, I had to roast him into jerky." The young man with earrings muttered dissatisfiedly and stretched out his hand.

A ball of fire appeared in his hand and he made several gestures.

"Just you? You have only been awakened for three months, and you still have the nerve to reach the mid-level G level. If you don't reach the upper level of G level when you go back, you kid will never come out again!" The middle-aged man glanced at the young man and said.

"Tou, you are too cruel." The young man wailed.

The middle-aged man ignored the young man who was still crying and started the car and drove away.

Jiang Nan, who was in a bloody world, was currently fighting a life-and-death battle. Jiang Nan was sweating coldly as he watched the two ferocious-faced soldiers in front of him raise their knives and wave them down at him, but he involuntarily picked up the knives to block them, and returned them.

It was inserted into a soldier's neck.

Bright red blood spurted out, and Jiang Nan only felt hot on his face. He knew that it was blood. This was already the twenty-seventh person he had killed. Wrong, twenty-eight! In Jiangnan's daze, another

The soldier's head has been sliced ​​off by the knife in his right hand!

"Tmd! What the hell is this place!" Jiang Nan endured the discomfort in his stomach and shouted loudly. When it came to his mouth, it turned into "Kill! Kill! Kill!"

Surrounded by soldiers in ancient costumes fighting desperately, the whole world is filled with the sounds of weapons clashing, shouts of killing, screams, and moans! The blood-red sky looks like it is dyed red with blood, tragic and weird!

In the end, Jiang Nan watched helplessly as a cavalryman on horseback chopped off his head with a saber. With his head in mid-air, he could vaguely see that his body was still spraying blood outside!

As soon as the scene changed, Jiang Nan turned into a scribe wearing a long gown and a Tang sword hanging on his waist. Jiang Nan could hear all kinds of nonsense coming out of his mouth every day, traveling around the mountains and rivers, and finally died in the hands of a group of bandits.

When he died, he could still clearly see the grinning faces of the bandits.

Jiang Nan experienced almost hundreds of ways to die, and he didn't know how many people he killed! In the end, he didn't just watch his hands move involuntarily, but he did it himself.

In a battlefield, Jiang Nan killed hundreds of people by himself, and was finally cut into pieces by the enemy!

The repeated deaths gradually made Jiang Nan numb. He could not even feel the severe pain at the moment of death. Only killing and being killed remained in his mind.

On the other side, the Tang sword held by Jiang Nan had completely faded away from rust. The red sword body and the strange red light enveloped Jiang Nan, who was lying on the ground with a frown on his face.

The scene turned again, Jiang Nan was standing on the boat wearing a blue gown. Jiang Nan immediately put his hand on the handle of the knife and looked around coldly. This has become a habit. No matter where he is, the Tang knife appears like a curse.

In his own hands, he forced himself to fight until he died!

"Your Majesty!" A voice appeared behind him. Jiang Nan raised his eyebrows. He pulled out the Tang Dao with his right hand like lightning, turned around and struck behind him.

"Clang!" A metallic sound!

Jiang Nan frowned, tapped his toes, and jumped back a few times as nimble as a swallow, and distanced himself from the person in front of him. This was the result of so many years of fighting experience. If you miss a hit, you can escape thousands of miles away!

When he raised his head and looked carefully, Jiang Nan was stunned. He who had been fighting for who knows how many years was stunned at this moment. Opposite him, a middle-aged man dressed as a knight raised his sword in front of him and looked at him warily. Behind him was a man.

The girl who cries like pear blossoms and brings rain!