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

He Jingchi walked very slowly, as if he was deliberately waiting for the actions of the demon clans.

Perhaps it was He Jingchi's actions over the years that gave the demon clans great deterrence. He was a real killer. After the demon clans learned about this guy, they heard all the news that the demon clans fell in his hands.

There are even rumors in the mountains and sea realms that He Jingchi needs to kill a powerful demon clan every day, and their flesh and blood are just drunk.

It is rumored that he had killed three big monsters with bare hands and threw the bloody corpses of the monsters that could no longer be automatically responded to, and were dried in front of the demon clan. During this period, no monster dared to absorb the demonic energy of their predecessors.

It is rumored that his demon-slaying evil spirit has severe restraint on the demon clan, and can easily cause mysterious suppressive damage to the demon clan, and it is extremely difficult to heal.

The attack speed of the sword cultivator is one of the top-notch speeds among all kinds of professions. Many times, the slow-reflecting demon clan has been cut by the sword cultivators before he can react, not to mention that He Jingchi is still a peerless sword immortal.

"He's all alone, we'll finish it in batches."

Seeing He Jingchi walking more than ten steps, the momentum of the demon clan on the field collapsed, and a big monster who was deeply injured roared: "Catch up with me!"

Then he took the lead in rushing towards this existence that was almost a natural enemy to them.

Then the next moment, in the sight of the big monster, he seemed to see the endless scenery scattering towards him.

It was a beautiful scene of mountains, rivers, sun and moon. A clear aerial view of the fourth land slowly unfolded. He seemed to see a flag slid into the aerial view and fluttering in the wind.

That's-

The flag of the beggar army!

Then he saw countless soul bodies stretched out his hands and held the flying military flag. The next moment, the military flag rose to the ground, its pupils shrank slightly, and a sense of crisis flashed in its mind, and then the next moment, its body was already broken.

Similar to it are those demons who subconsciously follow them.

when?

Am I dead?

He Jingchi silently put away his sword. In front of him were countless dismembered demon clans. He was obviously very small to the demon clan, but when he stood in front of the demon clan, the heavy demonic aura that was pouring on his body was like Bing Yu.

"Do you know why I'm waiting for this time?"

He Jingchi's cold voice echoed on the battlefield: "Why can I clearly cooperate with the brothers of the Beggar Army bring you more casualties, but I keep watching them die and watching my only remaining brothers bleed."

A trace of gentleness flashed in He Jingchi's eyes, and he gently wiped his sword body. The bloody sword body was wiped clean by him, but the smell of blood was taken for a long time.

He pointed his sword at the monsters: "They always need someone to send them the last journey. I, a poor guy, are very suitable.

So I know I am very willful, but I still wait until the end to send my brothers all the way and then I will send you on the way."

The sword rises and kills evil spirits.

The sword energy of the sky surged into the world, and one person faced thousands of troops alone.

There is no gorgeous sword move, He Jingchi's technique is very simple, just to mourn the demon clan with one sword and one sword. The almost unsolvable Ping A killed the demon clan into a defeat.

"I can't win-"

There were demons wailing in the demon army, and there were not many of them who survived.

The demon clan seemed to retreat, but ran into a big monster.

The demon looked down at it and whispered, "No, we won."

The demon clan said in fear: "He is still killing."

"He has stopped breathing. It is the body that is still following his life's instinct and attacking us. Next, as long as he doesn't get close to him and wait for the last aura on his body to dissipate."

"How is that possible!"

The demon clan looked back and found that the demon clans who were siege to siege He Jingchi were far away from He Jingchi. The monster that was not like a human was still standing straight, holding a sword in his hand, and the sword covered in demon blood kept dripping blood.

But He Jingchi was dead after all.

The monster had a little fear in his eyes and looked at the monster who was still standing: "What a respectable enemy!"

—Two days later —

In the already messy mountain gate of the Break Sword Sect, the seventh son of the Break Sword Sect, who were only five people left, stood in front of the grave with a sad face. The third senior sister placed the flowers in her hand in front of a tomb, lowered her head slightly, and her eyes were already red.

The expressions of the group were not very good, and they all knew that from then on, a strict teacher was missing in their lives.

Everyone looked at the words engraved on the tomb—

The tomb of his mentor He Jingchi.

There was also a line of small epitaphs engraved next to it: "How happy is it to kill all the evil spirits with this sword!"

He Jingchi's life of the sword fighting monsters also came to an end here.

Le Xingye walked slowly, and everyone's eyes looked at him, but in the end he did not stop him from getting closer.

He walked straight over and placed a pot of wine in front of the tomb of someone who was around who was not sure whether they were a master or half of his friend:

"You said drinking will hinder your sword drawing speed, so I never bought it for you before. Now that you are leaving, you are holding the best wine, which is as you wish."

Le Xingye turned around and looked at everyone: "Before I left, he had already predicted that he would die, so he sent me a message, hoping that after he died, he could send it in front of his grave to comfort you, the unscrupulous children."

He slowly took off his terminal, placed the terminal at present, and clicked on the audio playback:

"Is anyone?"

An extremely familiar voice came from the terminal, and everyone was stunned.

"Is anyone? Let me out! Where am I fucking? It's too dark here!"

The sound of knocking on the wooden board came from the terminal.

However, after Le Xingye reacted, the corners of his mouth rose involuntarily. Everyone who had been slow for a while was amused by the situation, and the sadness was also diluted a lot.

"Stop making trouble, open the door, I hear your voice, is anyone?"

The atmosphere was so heavy, but there were still people laughing at the scene.

"Okay, I actually just want to say goodbye to you, but after all, I'm still a little worried. But after thinking about it, I don't know what to say."

The cheerful voice on the terminal finally showed a hint of sorrow: "However, I hope you can also live hard with a deficit heart. This era is not that beautiful, but no matter how bad the era is, there will be someone who is willing to ignite themselves. I hope that it can be you."

As he smiled, Le Xingye cried.

He understood that there was another interesting soul missing in this world.

"The beggar army is the old man of the old era? Is it the corpse-headed person who hinders the unity of the Fourth Hunting Land?

Standing here, who dares to say that?"

Le Xingye looked at the tomb extending outward, all of which were the tombs of the beggars and demon warriors. With the help of the Fourth Hunting Landman who came to the subsequent organization, one tomb after another spread to the distance.

It seems that everything is over!

In the battle between Jianmen Mountain Gate, except for a few beggars who chose another route, there are not many beggars left in the world.

The wave of history is coming, and it eventually floods this sect.

A gust of wind blew away the flowers, and Jing Chu stood in front of his master in a daze, unable to speak for a long time.

The ones that cannot be withstood the most are probably He Qin and him.

He Qin wouldn't say much. Jing Chu has never seen his parents since he was conscious. He Jingchi is a father and mother to him. However, now, the person's body is lying coldly in the coffin and he can no longer hear his scolding.

Standing in front of the tomb, he felt cold from the bottom of his heart. The Nishui sword that was tightly held in his hand made a sob. The will of the magic sword spirit had just appeared in the Nishui sword, which dissipated under the influence of Jing Chu's frozen heart.

The bone-permeable cold spread from his heart, and the blue color of the Sword of the Shui was stained with ice-like white frost, just like his frozen heart...

Le Xingye glanced at him and said nothing.

Because he knew that from this day on, in the heavy snow in front of He Jingchi's tomb, the frozen sword would be tempered by another completely different sword heart.

A Bing Xin who hates her incompetence.

He knew that Jing Chu was torturing his heart countless times at this time.

But the more you are questioned, the more endless cold it will gush out of your heart. The pain of parting is the most difficult to escape.

But even so, he would understand the true meaning of his own survival through the repeated questioning.

That special ability called the power of miracle will make him go further in the kendo next, which is also a good thing for him.

Speaking of which, the miracle power seems to be called, by the way, called—

Sword Say·The Road to Ask the Heart.

By questioning one's nature again and again, the sword of ice that is shattered by the frozen heart may bloom differently than the sword of clear water that is surrounded by rivers?

With the end of the burial, the seven sons of the Bie Jianmen began to live a busy life again.

The seven sons were missing two, and the disciples of the inner and outer sects were also killed and injured in the sudden attack. For a moment, the mountain gate of the sword gate was empty, and the already lonely hinterland of the mountain gate became the sad place for the seven sons.

They can only relieve this indescribable sadness through constant busyness.

But this kind of life is so good that it makes people uncomfortable.

On one night when Le Xingye didn't know, Jing Chu was still dancing swords in the back mountain, but the once densely-wooded back mountain had turned into ruins under the capture of the demon clan.

But he didn't care. All he thought about now was to become stronger.

As he practiced, his ears moved slightly, and the frozen Sword of the Shui was crossed by a girl's neck. There was no warmth in Jing Chu's eyes:

"I told you not to come again!"

The fox demon girl was stunned for a moment, tilted her head, and then stepped forward, as if she wanted to hug Jing Chu.

Jing Chu moved the sword a little, but his hesitant heart affected the sword's control. The sword edge drew a blood mark on the girl's neck, and then a layer of frost was covered with the frozen air of the Shui Sword:

"Achu, crying~"

Her reaction seemed to be a little slow, while Jing Chu lowered his head slightly and pushed her who was leaning over:

"Get out, I'll kill you next time I see you."

The snow was flying all over the sky, and he looked at the girl staring at him blankly. He gritted his teeth and turned around and left.

That night, Jing Chu and He Qin, who had a little vicissitudes on their faces, shouted loudly, and then turned around and left the Bingjianmen Mountain Gate on a windy and snowy night.

Except for Jingchu, no one knows where he went.

The little ones had become more chaotic for a while. Even An Qingxue and the others began to wonder if it was because the mountain gate had declined that their junior brother chose to leave the mountain gate.

The atmosphere inside the mountain gate became heavier, but He Qin drank to relieve her sorrows every day without any desire to manage.

Time passed by half a year in a hurry. In half a year, it seemed that there was no trace of the existence of the demon clan in this world, and it maintained a rare and long-term peace.

One day, Le Xingye and He Qin went down the mountain.

Because they heard that somewhere outside the mountain gate, there seemed to be signs of the demon clan's activity.

Just like in the game, He Qin coldly swung a sword light, which was his father's ultimate move to him, killing evil spirits.

He Jingchi once took away the lives of countless demon clans by killing evil spirits.

However, compared to He Jingchi's brilliant sword light, what Le Xingye saw in He Qin's sword light was indeed filthy and broken.

The blooming sword light cut off the head of an old woman with white hair. The head rolled twice on the ground, turning into a head that looked like a crocodile.

The splashing blood and demonic aura turned the grass land into a twisted place with a strange aura.

The crocodile's head memory seemed to have stopped for a second, staring at the four crocodile cubs who were nailed to the ground by long swords and had lost their vitality and turned into prototypes. Blood flowed from the corners of their mouths, and they were wailing in pain:

"Child~Child~My child! Why~We obviously didn't hurt anyone."

He Qin did not let it speak again, and directly took away the last chances of the demon clan with a sword energy:

"Although I have a different view of the demon race, no crazy demon in this world is innocent."

There was a little purple aura in half of his eye sockets, as if something was wriggling. A big mouth suddenly appeared in his eye sockets, swallowing up several demons.

Le Xingye frowned. When watching the game CG, Le Xingye thought He Qin had practiced some evil methods, but now he realized that the thing that kept swallowing the corpses of the demon clan in his eyes was actually the remains left by another He Qin.

Some characteristics left behind by the bloodline of half of the demon clan.

He sighed: "Are you still thinking about resurrecting him? Even if a new consciousness is born from your demon bloodline, it will only be another person, and it must not be him."

"Who knows~ I'm not allowed to try it?"

Then Le Xingye heard something staggering towards this side, and his steps didn't sound like a human.

Is the vixen in CG that was killed by He Qin?

Although I know that the world's correction power is very strong, this correction ability is indeed too strong.

But what is different from before is that Le Xingye did not intend to let He Qin kill the fox demon.

However, when the "fox demon" walked in, he was stunned.