Peace Order

Chapter 1820 - 86: The World and the Martial World!

The magnificent and brilliant sword light seemed to tear apart the river of eight hundred years.

The sword light was like the bold spirit of human hearts, climbing to the peak, yet slowly calming down. Yuwen Lie swallowed the blood, holding the heavy spear charging forward, no army could enter, but only saw amidst heaven and earth, the gale danced, the ink-blue Dragon Pattern Banner rolled.

The emperor’s weapon descended, the legends of the martial world unsheathed their swords.

The waves surged into the sea.

Murong Longtu withdrew that green bamboo sword, Ying Country’s Great Emperor stubbornly refused to fall, only admiring, the swordsman turned away, pacing forward, with such powerful grandeur, Yuwen Lie, He Ruoqinhu, Qin Yulong all holding weapons, desiring this battle.

Around them, thousands of soldiers moved forward, the atmosphere of slaughtering rose to the sky.

Ying Country’s Great Emperor merely raised his hand and said: "No need, let him go."

Sword Madman Murong Longtu, uniquely among the legends known to pierce through countless armies, wielded his sword, encapsulating these eight hundred years of the martial world’s splendor.

Ying Country’s Great Emperor smiled: "Is there anyone such as him in this world, truly thrilling!"

Murong Longtu said nothing, his back straight, white hair hanging down, and behind Ying Country’s Great Emperor, the passion of a lifetime and the cost of bearing the burden of eight hundred years of national destiny is already fragmented since Ji Zichang’s death.

Sliced asunder by Murong Longtu’s sword!

Eight hundred years of ambition, eight hundred years of splendor, the many passionate ideals, despicable conspiracies, like the sky-covering haze, finally shattered by this sword, Ying Country’s Great Emperor looked at his palm, softly saying:

"It’s a sword that cuts air, not people, Sword Madman..."

"One word ’mad’, how could it encompass your spirit."

The distorted fortune of eight hundred years dissipated, and then a desolate, chilling dragon roar echoed between heaven and earth, the clouds vast, the red-golden scale armor faintly visible, the Ancient Red Dragon quietly watched the unfolding scene.

Man’s battles, especially after Ji Zichang burned away the Red Emperor bloodline.

The Ancient Red Dragon could not participate in this battle.

Yet at this moment, this Ancient Red Dragon that has witnessed countless heroes rise and countless champions fall over the millennia, still sang a long tune. Murong Longtu’s green robe flapped fiercely, climbing into the sky, the arrogant Ancient Red Dragon allowing this human swordsman to tread atop its head.

Finally watching beneath the ink-blue Dragon Pattern Banner, Ying Country’s Great Emperor, Yuwen Lie, He Ruoqinhu, along with an army of five hundred thousand, sufficient to vanquish the Ancient Red Dragon, but Ying Country’s Great Emperor only raised his hand, stopping the Divine General.

He leaned on his sword, still looking composed and bold.

The Sword Madman in a green robe holding a sword, stepping on the head of the Red Dragon, was also transcendent, after the end of eight hundred years of the Red Emperor and before the conclusion of the three hundred years of chaotic times, this was the final encounter between the overlord and the sword embodying the martial world’s charm and ambition.

There were waves rushing into the sea, Ancient Red Dragon’s roar, amidst the gaze of the military formations and countless troops, tearing through the sea of clouds, soaring away, the sound of dragon roars fiercely, the elderly swordsman leaning on the Dragon Horn, holding the green bamboo like a sword, slowly sat down.

Ying Country’s Great Emperor watched as the Ancient Red Dragon carried Sword Madman Murong Longtu away.

Still composed, then went to calm the troops, but did not take the opportunity to continue pressing the formation, returning to the Central Army Camp, Yuwen Lie and the other three top ten Divine Generals of the world followed behind, only when the camp gate closed suddenly, Ying Country’s Great Emperor, who had been composed before, suddenly changed his complexion.

He staggered slightly, fell forward, yet still propped himself with the long sword, swaying, Sword Madman, Sword Madman, what arrogance, just one sword broke through eight hundred years of fortune, but did not kill him.

Was it impossible to kill, or unwilling to kill?

Ying Country’s Great Emperor did not know.

But he only knew that gathering the last vitality and everything to drive the eight hundred years of filthy fortune, he was still alive, although because of the vastness of that fortune itself, even drinking poison to quench thirst, could extend a brief lifespan.

"...Reached the limit?"

When the emperor gives up life, it is possible to take a step out, yet ultimately comes from external forces, completely broken by that free and composed swordsman with one sword, Ying Country’s Great Emperor tugged at the corner of his mouth.

Yuwen Lie and He Ruoqinhu supported Ying Country’s Great Emperor.

When they helped Ying Country’s Great Emperor up, they found that this old king, even stepping forward was impossible, He Ruoqinhu said: "Your Majesty, your body... cannot, cannot fight anymore."

Qin Yulong held Ying Country’s Great Emperor’s weapon.

Ying Country’s Great Emperor was supported, but his palm, for some reason, suddenly gained immense strength, grasping Yuwen Lie’s hand, saying: "No retreat! No retreat!"

Yuwen Lie and He Ruoqinhu froze, the old king at this moment, his gaze still fiery like flames: "Cannot retreat, continue to push the military advance, continue!"

Fiery flame.

Ying Country’s Great Emperor sat there, holding his sword, murmuring: "The Grandmaster is still opposing Li Guanyi at Zhenbei Pass, this opportunity must not be abandoned, no matter what, continue the battle."

"Keep advancing!"

Yuwen Lie said: "Your Majesty, for now, take some rest."

They removed the heavy armor from Ying Country’s Great Emperor, only to find that this once broad-shouldered, renowned in youth as part of the Imperial Army for his courage, youthful vigor and handsome appearance, now was skin and bone.

As if everything of his has been burned, becoming the nourishment for that battle spirit.

When the wind blew past, beneath the robes were like ugly bones.