Chapter 169 The Fall of Human Glory

Not to mention the establishment of the Lin clan [Golden Department], the five-emered sword array has gathered four, let us turn our eyes to the Sun Sword Star.

Jingtian Town, this is the only town named after a person in the world. It is really small and pitiful. Standing on the high-rise buildings of the town, you can see the boundary of the town, which is not even as big as the previous Lin people station. But this is the most respected place for the whole world's common people. His position in the hearts of the world is even more important than the five major families. Because there is a person living here, a patron saint who still guards the human world from the age of 20 to 60.

He does not have a shocking cultivation that can turn over the world, nor does he have the wealth of being rich and country. All he has is the heart to protect all sentient beings in the world and the determination to fight for it for a lifetime.

He is an invincible myth, and he is the greatest glory in the world.

Although the town is small, it is heavily guarded. In addition to the sword emperor sent by the five families to protect him, those soldiers with firm and silent expressions are the most strict protection in the world. If you want to kill the amazing marshal, you must first ask if they agree with the sword in their hands. It is no exaggeration to say that even a mosquito cannot enter the town without their permission.

At this time, it was already afternoon. Under the setting sun, the soft yellow light shone on those cold armors, setting off everyone's expressions becoming more and more resolute. Gradually, the perseverance made the sun stronger and cold.

These are iron-blooded soldiers who have returned from hundreds of battles. Originally, they could have received a generous pension to retire home and spend the rest of their lives peacefully and happily, but they all followed a man here to protect him.

A black and thin man who was not tall passed in front of them with a satisfied and happy smile on his face. Their waists became more and more straight, and their eyes looked at the little man excitedly, revealing a rare crazy heat.

There is no doubt that there is only one person who can make these iron-blooded soldiers excited and crazy in an instant - the amazing marshal. Who would have thought that the god who has been guarding the world for more than 40 years turned out to be a small man?!

A young teenager looked at the little man feverishly with a smile on his face. After fighting with Marshal Long Jingtian for so long, I can often see him, but every time I can't help but be excited. Hey, it's really embarrassing.

Long Jingtian's eyes slowly swept over the faces of these soldiers. A large part of them have learned some cultivation methods. The highest level of cultivation is only the four swordsmen, but relying on these cute people with shallow cultivation and even no cultivation, they have blocked those fierce demon army, the world Only in the world can they live peaceful and happily, and the people can live and work in peace and contentment.

"What?" His eyes fell on the face of the young teenager, Long Jingtian couldn't help exclaiming, and a trace of surprise flashed in his eyes. This little guy is so young that his cultivation is as high as the five grades of swordsman, but he is a plastic talent!

At present, he slowly walked towards the teenager and was ready to look at him carefully. If possible, he could not cultivate him.

The young teenager's face turned red, and his heart almost jumped out of his mouth. The marshal actually came towards him.

The smile on his face suddenly condensed before it bloomed. The young teenager looked at the dragon in horror and then drew his sword and quickly stabbed at the amazing marshal who was close at hand.

At the same time, there were several exclamation around, and several quick-responsive people have cooperated with the young teenager.

Long Jingtian's face showed a trace of sadness. He had seen two cold light in the eyes of the young teenager. After a long time, he naturally knew what it was. Without looking back, the long sword at his waist suddenly pulled out and stabbed behind him.

The long sword pierced into the body of the assassin behind him without deviation, but Long Jingtian was not happy at all. He reached out and hugged his face tremblingly and looked at his young teenager with a smile, with a face full of pain and grief. As a marshal who has been on the battlefield for 40 years, he has seen no matter how tragic the scene is, but today's scene still makes him burst into tears.

The sword of the young teenager pierced the heart of another assassin, but the assassin's sword also pierced the heart of the young teenager.

"It should be me who died!" Long Jingtian looked at the young teenager's happily closed eyes and said with trembling lips.

Being used to life and death does not mean that the heart is as cold as a stone. Especially to see a living young life die for himself.

The town has sounded the alarm, and countless military swordsmen flocked here.

"Marshal, we should go." After killing the assassins hidden in the army, the defense team automatically became the guard at this time. The leader of the defense team looked at the sad and indignant dragon and said in a low voice.

"Where are the sword emperorsmen of the five families now?" Long Jingtian picked up the body of the young teenager and asked.

"This..." The leader hesitated for a moment before answering, "This matter is not within the management of the last general."

The leader has automatically changed his identity, indicating that a battle has begun.

"Hmm." Long Jingtian nodded and walked forward with the young teenager in his arms.

The sun is dim and soft, but with an unspeakable mean of killing.

There was a slight wind in the air, and a faint fragrance of flowers came over. Long Jingtian suddenly stopped.

"Spring has come!" He said with some surprise, and then walked forward again.

"Marshal." The leader waved back a soldier and looked at Long Jingtian and said in a cold voice, "It is said that the sword emperors of the five families, or the children of the family are sick, the son is married, or the elders have all left Jingtian Town, and the sword saints are coming here quickly."

"What a coincidence!" Listening to the extremely sad and indignant voice of the leader, Long Jingtian reached out and patted the leader on the shoulder and smiled, "Don't be angry. What's your name?"

"The last general would rather not return!" I would rather not return and answer in a low voice.

It turned out that it would have been better to return to the Japanese Sword Star Fire clan, but after staying in Richeng for a few days, he was tired of the life there. Therefore, he took Xiaoqing and Xiaozhu to the god of war to protect them.

"Would rather not return?" Long Jingtian obviously remembered this person. At present, he nodded and looked much better.

Looking at the shadowy people in the distance, Long Jingtian looked at Ning Bui and said in a low voice, "I'd rather not return to listen to the order!"

"The end!" It's better to stand in the most standard military posture.

"Now you take a few people to break out immediately and inform the Zhuge family and the Yue family of the news of the marshal's death..." After a pause, Long Jingtian said, "There are also the Lin people, especially the Lin people. Then you take my token to the local world to control all the troops to fight against the demon army. Their masters have now come here to kill me, indicating that they will definitely attack the world in the near future. So you have to speed up."

"Marshal!" Ning Bui's heart trembled and looked up at Long Jingtian in disbelief.

"Go, this is a military order!" Long Jingtian's unhesitating general stuffed into his hand to urge him.

"Yes!" Ningbugui bit his lip fiercely and tasted the bitter blood in the air. He wiped his tears and turned away with several people.

"How can the master of demons sneak into the human world quietly?" Thinking of the situation that the marshal obviously died in the end, he would rather hold the token hard and think sadly and indignantly.

"Hahaha!" At this moment, the shocking voice of the dragon echoed between heaven and earth.

I would rather not return, and then my heart became more and more sad and angry, and the speed of running became faster and faster. He knew that this was the time for the amazing marshal to help him escape with his life.

"Aren't you monsters just want my amazing name?" Long Jingtian said loudly, "Now I'm standing in front of you. Come here!"

The sword emperor in the human world is still far away, and several dizzy sword saints and the masters who loved marshals in the original army ran towards the dragon. At the same time, several people rushed high into the sky and rushed to the dragon.

The sky suddenly darkened, and those people rumbled towards the dragon like a siege stone car. Everywhere, the soldiers couldn't help standing still, allowing a few tiger-backed and bear-waisted guys to burst into blood fog.

"The five families are also willing to let these sword saints be buried!" Looking at the swordsmen who were not even as fast as the masters in the army, Long Jingtian curled his lips and laughed.

The high gestures of those demons, like broken bamboo, almost killed a bloody road and stood in front of the dragon.

Looking at Long Jingtian with some hesitation, the first man said, "We have no intention of embarrassing the marshal. If the marshal is willing to bow down to my demon army, we will stop immediately and treat him as a national scholar."

"hehe." Long Jingtian looked at several people in front of him and said, "Don't you know the rules of Long Jingtian?"

"What's the rule?" The man asked first.

"In the battlefield, our Long family army only needs soldiers killed in battle!" Long Jingtian said in a low voice.

"Hmm!" A pale man snorted coldly, and his consciousness quickly covered the dragon to the sky.

"Eacon's little skill!" Long Jingtian's heart did not move like a mountain and stone, and he laughed coldly.

"Then, please ask the amazing marshal to die with emotion." The man punched the dragon to the sky.

Long Jingtian took a deep breath, and the sword in his body flowed like boiling water, and his body suddenly swelled. Then he laughed and rushed to several people.

"Boom!" With a loud noise, a dazzling mass of light rose, and a shocking sad sound suddenly sounded in the field.

He would rather stagnate and his face was full of tears, and then his running speed was even faster.

Then the sound of explosions continued to sound, and the ground of the shocking town was shaking continuously, and there were dazzling light clusters in the sky.

The second day, the sun shone, and there was no one alive.

The sun is gentle, and the blood-stained armor weapons are more and more dazzling.

ps: Best wishes to everyone and loved ones 1314.