"My Jing family has guarded Asura City for hundreds of millions of years and has never fled before fighting. There are only Asuras who fight to the death, not Asuras who flee!
"If you want to capture Asura City, you'll have to step over my dead body!"
Jing Zhangwu said coldly while holding his iron sword.
"Asura City, Asura City. Although we are enemies, we are enemies worthy of respect. Jing Zhangwu, after you die, I will give you a proper burial!"
The fatty said.
He was indeed an opponent worthy of respect. He was willing to fight to the death just to defend the honor in his heart.
One could think that he was a fool or an idiot, but one couldn't help but admire his conviction.
How many people knew that they were going to die and knew that they were going to lose?
Jing Zhangwu could do that.
Because that was his dao.
"A proper burial? No need. After I die, everything I have will dissolve into the sword in my hand! "
"Let's fight!"
Jing Zhangwu shook his iron sword, and in a flash, a sword light shot out.
…
The battle began.
The battle between two deities created intense fluctuations and created a huge disturbance. It easily destroyed the space within a thousand li, and this was the result of the battle being controlled by the three deities. It was just a little bit of the aftermath.
When one's cultivation reached their level, it could be said that they grasped the sun and moon and plucked the stars. Their palms could destroy the universe and sever the yellow sky.
In Asura City, many people were concerned about the battle.
As a matter of fact, they weren't optimistic about Jing Zhangwu's chances of winning. They wanted to escape, but the entire Asura City was besieged. The space was sealed, and the legion of master gods didn't hesitate to travel thousands of miles to block their rear. They were completely surrounded, and it was extremely difficult for them to escape.
They could only pray in their hearts that Jing Zhangwu would win. Naturally, they were just praying.
Secretly, the clans and powers of Asura City had already prepared an escape route. As soon as something went wrong, they would take the initiative to open the city gates and surrender.
In the sky, the battle became more and more intense.
Sword light and fist light interweaved in the sky. The area in the sky couldn't be seen clearly. It had turned into a dusky primal chaos. Runes were constantly appearing and disappearing, and the light of laws flickered.
"One sword creates a world!"
Jing Zhangwu was fighting one against two. His silver hair danced in the wind as if he had gone mad.
He slashed down with his sword, and a dark red world was created along with the huge sword light. In the world stood rows and rows of iron-blooded soldiers. They roared at the fatty and the girl with astonishing might.
This move was Jing Zhangwu's trump card, his strongest divine ability.
"Demon God Descends!"
Fatty roared. Behind him, the phantom of a huge Demon God rose. Amidst the swirling chaos, the Demon God raised its hand and slapped down on the bloody world.
Zang Qingshan also used his strongest move.
"The pinnacle of martial arts, shattering the void!"
"Break!"
He punched out, and at this moment, his fist turned into the heavens. As the rules and dimensions intertwined and changed, it blasted out on the blood-colored world.
Then!
With a bang, the blood-colored world exploded, turning into a series of sharp sword lights that sliced through the surroundings. However, at this moment, the powerful sword lights were useless. They could not threaten Fatty and Zang Qingshan at all.
As his trump card was broken, Jing Zhangwu spat out a mouthful of blood. The dark red blood droplets floated in the sky. Some of them dripped onto his robe, sticking to the spots.
He lost.
Jing Zhangwu knew that he had lost the battle.
Before this, he could borrow the momentum to block the two's attacks. However, now that the momentum was broken, he also suffered an indelible injury. There was no way he could turn the situation around.
"I still failed!"
"What a pity …"
Jing Zhangwu's face was pale. The blood at the corner of his mouth had not dried, leaving a trail of blood.
"Cough, cough, cough!"
His body violently coughed a few times, and he spat out another mouthful of blood.
He sensed that there were two terrifying forces stirring in his body. His internal organs had turned into a pool of blood, and his soul was severely injured. His entire soul was almost penetrated by the punch. An indestructible fist intent was imprinted on his soul, and it was constantly eroding his soul origin.
Although he still had the strength to fight, it was meaningless.
Jing Zhangwu looked at the iron sword in his hand. His eyes were filled with faint emotions. He gently touched the mottled iron sword that had accompanied him for so long and said softly, "Old friend, I didn't expect that I would reach this step. This moment has finally arrived!"
"But …"
He raised his head and looked in the direction of Asura City. His gaze seemed to pierce through time and space, and he saw his wife and daughter.
"After my death, they must be very sad."
"Yunjin, I have disappointed you. Take Xingyue and live well. Live well!"
As he spoke, Jing Zhangwu's body melted little by little, turning into a mass of dark red blood. It fused with the iron sword, and finally disappeared completely.
"Ding, ding, ding …"
The iron sword hummed and trembled incessantly. The sky was filled with a dense sorrowful sword intent. Rays of sword light burst forth from the iron sword, shooting in all directions. It seemed to be mourning Jing Zhangwu, but also seemed to be parting.
Fatty and Yunjin watched silently. They didn't do anything.
The mottled iron sword hummed for a full minute before it suddenly quieted down. Then, it turned into a mass of sword light and flew directly in the direction of Asura City.
Fatty and Yunjin's eyes moved slightly, but they didn't stop it.
With their eyesight, they could naturally see that Jing Zhangwu was already dead. Before he died, he fused with the body of the sword. The sword had already gained intelligence. After its master died, it wailed for him and then went to find the next master.
The bloodline descendant of the Jing family.
In fact, it was indeed so. The sword light cut through time and space and directly appeared in the city lord's mansion in Asura City. In a flash, it flew to the bed of the seven-year-old Jing Xingyue.
In front of the bed, Jing Xingyue was still unconscious. Yunjin had been carefully taking care of her. When she saw the sword light descend and land on her daughter's bed, Yunjin burst into tears.
"Zhangwu …"
…
In the end, the battle in Asura City was won as expected.
After all, it was two against one. It was normal for them to win.
Even if it was one against one, Fatty and Yunjin were confident that they wouldn't be weaker than Jing Zhangwu. Unfortunately, they had to obey the master god's orders.
After Jing Zhangwu's death, the expressions of many families and powers in Asura City changed. In the end, they made a decision. They opened the city gates and groups of people walked out, surrendering to the Samsara army.
Those who surrendered would not be killed.
The Samsara army also drove straight into the ancient Asura City. They began to recruit and manage these people, slowly accepting the entire Asura City.
However, during this process, they didn't discover the descendants of the Jing family in the city lord's mansion. Jing Zhangwu's only bloodline and his wife had disappeared at some unknown time.
But it didn't matter anymore.
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