Am I doing something wrong while playing games in another world?

"Brother Jingchi, please send these children out. They are the future of your sword sect. You don't need to be buried by the times with us old elders."

A white-haired old man with most of his body inlaid with metal plate armor suddenly came to He Jingchi: "It is important to know that the place where there is no one, the people and the land will be lost. If there is no one, the people and the land will be lost. If there is no one, the people and the land will be lost."

The silent man of He Jingchi did not speak, and the raging sword light flashed, as if he had received a signal. The powerful beggars who were entangled on the battlefield looked for opportunities to escape from the battle and gathered here.

He Jingchi looked back and saw the dilapidated disciples and old friends. After a close handover, he had taken away many acquaintances, and even two of his disciples were missing.

The eldest brother's eyes were a little red, his hand holding the sword trembled slightly, and he gritted his teeth and said, "Master, the fourth junior brother..."

"It's time, life, how many demon clans have he killed?"

"I don't know, I haven't counted it."

"Have you ever been over a hundred?"

"The sword has killed thousands of demons."

He Jingchi forced a smile: "What an excellent disciple!"

"It's not too much time, Brother Jingchi." The white-haired old man said softly, "It's time to send them away."

The solemn beggars looked back at the disciples and nodded: "The future is yours, so let us old bones open a way for you!"

"A big demon attacked."

"Not hindrance-" the old man with white hair laughed wildly, "Although I am old, I have been running fast since I was a child, so this can be accomplished."

What falls in the sky is the burnt ashes of peach blossoms all over the mountains, and the unconcealed smell of blood in the distance is like a purgatory on earth.

He looked weakly at the destruction of everything familiar in front of him. The legendary giant sword used by the Titan, inserted in the middle of the towering negative sword gate, slowly fell into pieces under the impact of the great demon, splashing dust.

He Jingchi didn't encourage anything, but just looked at the old friend who had fought with him for the rest of his life with a gentle look, and said softly:

"Goodbye, Xiaolong."

"I wish we would see you again in the next life, Brother Jingchi."

The second dragon of the Cangzhou Divine Sword King rushed towards the demon army without looking back:

"The second dragon of King of Sword Tomb in Cangzhou."

His body emitted a red light, and he rushed into the demon army with a surging sword energy like a river. In the moment of understanding, the soldiers were disintegrated and expanded, and the instant explosion attracted the attention of countless people. The heat waves soared into the sky for a long time, and two big monsters even evaporated directly from the earth, one big monster was severely injured, and the death little monster could not count.

The behavior of the second dragon of the Cangzhou Divine Sword King was like pressing a switch. More and more heroic voices sounded. The soldiers of the Qihuo Army who could not retreat in front laughed wildly and turned themselves into nuclear bombs that destroyed the enemy. The explosion instantly broke and teared out a large hole in the dense demon army.

An Taiping of Chongming Ghost King Sect tilted his head and looked at a group of demons with ghost characteristics, with a creepy smile on his face:

"Good coffin."

The next moment, a roar of "Chongming Ghost King An Taiping" sounded. The two monsters and their tribes, together with the cold ice, were frozen and withered by the cold ice, and the sweeping cold covered the ground with a layer of thin ice.

"Han Dongjun, Tianze Spiritual Energy Sect!"

The spiritual energy was surging, and the roar of the demon clan was suppressed by the explosion.

"Son, your father didn't embarrass you!"

"Goodbye in the next life, brothers!"

"It hurts so much!"

"Hahaha, three sacred domains have changed to one big monster, you'll make a fortune~ cough cough~ Damn, I..."

The seven sons of the Blind Sword Sect had never seen this scene. The explosions and knocks were almost suffocating them.

He Jingchi waved his hand: "Let's go, live well!"

"master!"

"Leave the Blind Sword Sect and live well. This is the last order for you to teach me."

Jing Chu was anxious, but before he could speak, he was interrupted by He Jingchi: "Aqin, take your junior brothers and sisters away!"

He Qin's body trembled and said in a suppressed voice:

"I understand, Father, I ~ will wait for you in a safe place, you must..."

He Qin choked up, the sword light flashed in his hand, rolled up his junior brother and sister and turned into sword light, and fled away from the gap torn by the continuous explosion. He knew that he would never see his father again in this life.

"Okay, everything is arranged. Next, I will make all preparations and go see you~ and everyone else."

The anger in He Jingchi's eyes was burning, and Han Dongjun's soul body, which was filled with spiritual energy, flashed slightly:

"Old guy, it's time to fight. After this battle, there were not many old people in the beggar army, but I've killed so many mortal enemies. I'm so happy, haha!"

He Jingchi chuckled: "Do you regret being brought into the beggar army by me? You originally had a brighter future."

"How is that possible? I like the beggars so much!"

He Jingchi looked up at the sky. The sky was like the wonderful scenery of Shanhe Pass back then. Everything seemed like a cycle of reincarnation. He smiled:

"The Beggar Army is the best army, with the strongest comrades in my arms. Although I have been mediocre in my life and have suffered because no one can save me, but there is nothing more proud of me than this when I meet you and fight to death!"

“Are you ready?”

“Everything is ready.”

"Then I'll start, old man, take my last psychic energy! Origin Burning·Psionic Energy Heaven!"

He Jingchi's mouth smiled, and the surging spiritual energy turned into a handful of unshakable congestion on his feelings-

sword.

At this time, the sound of killing in the Negative Sword Sect gradually disappeared.

The continuous explosion sounded scattered, and there was no one in the weak demon race. Only those high-level or even big demon-level demon races in the holy realm were still dragging their incomplete bodies and confronting He Jingchi.

"Humans, you all say we are crazy monsters. Now it seems ~ cough cough~ you don't have to go anywhere, now your end is here."

He Jingchi touched his chin and a confused smile appeared on his face: "The end? No, it's your end. How many years have you seen my full strength?"

"No, it's true, so now, let us madmen have a little experience, the legendary 'Slaying evil evil'!"

"Can--"

He Jingchi calmed down his smile, looked at the less than three thousand demons and a dozen big monsters, and narrowed his eyes slightly.

In an instant, it became dark, and a pressure that was so heavy that it was difficult to breathe filled the hearts of the demons.

That is a demon-slaying evil spirit! The demon clan that died at his hands is said to be more numerous than the demon clan army that besieged the Negative Sword Sect this time.

He Jingchi took a step forward.

A demon secretly swallowed his saliva, and his three heads subconsciously pulled his body to retreat.

He walked two more steps forward.

A big monster like a meat mountain subconsciously swallowed his saliva, and the clear voice made the bodies of the demons in the holy realm begin to tremble.