Legend of Sword King

Not only were the azure-robed cultivators' battle prowess tyrannical, they also cooperated well. The three of them formed a formation as they charged forward in a zigzag fashion, opening up a path for the leaders and slaughtering the enemies on the left and right sides.    

    

Not to mention ordinary wolfwalkers, even the elite elites of the Yan Clan and Yale Family had a clear disparity in their explosive combat strength.    

    

In addition, they closed in stealthily and launched a surprise attack. In a single charge, they arrived outside the small courtyard.    

    

Seeing these azure-robed cultivators, everyone was extremely shocked, but their following emotions were all different.    

    

With just a glance, the cultivators of the Tranquil Sky Sect confirmed that the other party was here as reinforcements. They were here to save them from certain death.    

    

It wasn't just because they had killed their way through the encirclement, but also because their robes were basically the same as those worn by the disciples of the An Tian Sect!    

    

The same green robe and same battle boots. The style was almost exactly the same, except that there were differences in the sect's logo.    

    

This was no ordinary reinforcements. The cultivators of the An Tian Sect realized with mad joy that these people must have a deep connection with the sect master!    

    

Cheng Qing couldn't help but smile.    

    

He immediately recognized these people as disciples of the White Deer Cave!    

    

The White Deer Cave was the origin of his glorious life in his previous life. It gave him everything that a sect could give him.    

    

In that place, not only had he cultivated to perfection, he had also seen the most beautiful scenery of the mountains and rivers, and possessed the most precious relationship between teacher and disciple.    

    

Over there, there were the masters and elders who encouraged him to teach him, the martial sisters who personally made him into a battle robe, the fellow apprentices who accompanied him in conversation, and even companions who fought with their backs to their backs.    

    

He even saw a few familiar faces.    

    

One of the faces was especially engraved in his memory, making him almost unable to suppress the moist heat in his eye sockets.    

    

The tiredness and difficulty of the rest of the bloody battle vanished in an instant. At this moment, the blood flowing in his body was incomparably warm.    

    

She came.    

    

He knew she would come.    

    

He would definitely come.    

    

How could he not come?    

    

They had said long ago that they would live and die together, never changing.    

    

"Cheng Qing!" She leapt onto the roof, chopped off a wolfwalker's neck, and shouted at him.    

    

He drew the sword that had been stabbed into the wolfwalker's chest, and the corner of his lips curled up in a smile as the blood flew out from his mouth. "An Xin."    

    

The two of them, the childhood sweethearts in the small border city, finally met again at the Bloodfire Arena after a long period of separation.    

    

Where did the corpses come from? Where did the river of blood come from? Where did the raging flames of war come from? Where did the thick smoke come from? Where did the ruined city come from?    

    

At this moment, both of their eyes were focused on the other party's figure, and the face that they had always been worried about when they came back from their dreams at midnight.    

    

They had been separated by thousands of miles and experienced life and death crises. They had also thought of the steam coming from the simple soup cake stand on the street corner when they were facing the bright moon alone.    

    

When he thought of how he had to push half a bowl of noodles back and forth when he didn't have any food to eat, how he had to gather dried branches and firewood in the harsh northern wind during the cold winter. He thought of his tenacity and her gentleness.    

    

Now, he already had 3,000 followers from the sect, and his name was renowned throughout the battlefield in Sun Moon City. She was already a legacy disciple of the number one sect in the Western Lion Region, known as a talent that only appeared once in a hundred years.    

    

They were revered by a thousand people in front of their illustrious figures. They were praised by tens of thousands of people, and their wealth was as great as the sun in the sky.    

    

However, they still viewed each other as the most unbearable, the most deserving, that life had bestowed upon them.    

    

He would never forget the past and never change his mind. He would never stop moving forward and eventually, they would meet again.    

    

When they met, everything was like yesterday.