My sign-in life in Douluo

Chapter 38 Shura Battlefield

I do not know how long it has been.

Jiang Siming kept waving the Immortal Sword and gradually forgot where he was.The sword intent around him continued to strengthen, as if he wanted to tear this white space apart.

Finally, Jiang Siming suddenly stopped, holding the Immortal Sword in his hand and pointing directly at the sky.The sword turned into golden light and merged into Jiang Siming's body.

At this time, Jiang Siming seemed to be a sword, and the sword was himself.The sharp sword intent of the Absolute Immortal Sword spurted out from Jiang Siming's spirit.

"I really can't figure out the artistic conception of the sword. Didn't it mean that the sword turned into me? Or the sword is me." Jiang Siming shook his head helplessly. The scars on his body had healed before.Having said that, Jiang Siming restrained his sword intent.

"No matter why I came to this white space, it seems that I need the approval of the other three swords." Jiang Siming shook his head helplessly.

It turns out that he never understood his martial spirit, he just used it as a tool.Is it really reliable to be powerful without thought and for no reason?If you gain a power but don’t know where it comes from, when will it go?

Jiang Siming thought for a while and walked towards the Immortal Killing Sword.

After walking for who knows how long, Jiang Siming could only see that the Immortal Killing Sword was there, but he felt that it was never close.

As Jiang Siming walked, the white space around him gradually turned gray.Jiang Siming seemed to have gone through many eras and felt a loneliness he had never had before.

The surrounding white color has been exhausted, leaving only endless darkness and the Immortal Killing Sword in the distance that has never been close.

Jiang Siming gradually changed from a handsome young man to an old man.Did he even forget what he was going to do?Just move towards the sword ahead.Jiang Siming gradually forgot what he wanted to do?Forgot my name.

"Who am I?" Jiang Siming stopped for the first time.Loneliness and strangeness filled his heart.

Slowly Jiang Siming finally fell.He closed his eyes unwillingly, and at the last moment when he closed his eyes, he was still staring at the Immortal Killing Sword in the distance and out of reach whose name he had forgotten.

When Jiang Siming opened his eyes again.

He appeared in a battlefield, blood flying everywhere.Surrounded by dead and unknown bodies.Countless arrow feathers whizzed past Jiang Siming.

"Ding, ding..." The clash of swords and the cry of battle irritated Jiang Siming's eardrums.

Strange scenes flashed through Jiang Siming's mind.Killing, besides killing, killing.

"Who am I? Why am I here?" Jiang Siming thought desperately, feeling the corpses falling one after another in front of him.The sudden blood splashed onto Jiang Siming's face.His eyes became extremely red. In Jiang Siming's eyes, the world became blood red, like a murderous hell.

"General!"

A urgent cry.When Jiang Siming turned his head, the soldier who had just called him was pierced through the chest with a sword, and blood spattered again.

"No!" Jiang Siming shouted desperately.At some point, he was already wearing battle armor.He was holding the Immortal Killing Sword that he was looking for before, but he had forgotten about it.

Jiang Siming slowly raised his head, and countless enemies came from all directions.But the soldiers guarding him fell one by one.Even Jiang Siming didn't know his name.

"Kill! Kill! Kill!" Jiang Siming shouted frantically.He ran towards the enemy crazily, waving the Immortal Killing Sword non-stop.Every swing takes away a person's life.

There are no fighting skills, no swordsmanship moves.This is the most primitive, brutal and bloody massacre.

"I am the pioneer general of the South, Jiang Siming!" Jiang Siming shouted, not only to vent, but also to wake up the soldiers who had been sleeping forever.

"I am the vanguard general of the Southern Kingdom, Jiang Siming!" Jiang Siming didn't know how long he shouted, and he didn't know how many he killed.

When all the shouting stopped, there was silence all around.It seemed that only Jiang Siming was still alive.There are countless arrow feathers and scars on Jiang Siming's body.The dark armor had been dyed blood red.The blood-soaked clothes made Jiang Siming feel like he was in water and unable to escape. The pungent smell of blood made Jiang Siming unable to breathe.

All the enemies were dead, but so were all the subordinates.

Jiang Siming looked at corpses scattered everywhere, as far as the eye could see!It looks full of blood!Looking at his hands filled with blood, he could no longer tell whether it was the enemy's blood or the blood shed by his own men to protect him.

The shouts behind Jiang Siming sounded again.

"Victory! Victory! Victory!"

Reinforcements from the South Kingdom finally arrived, but among the soldiers who held on from the South Country, only the vanguard general Jiang Siming was left.

"Congratulations to the general for successfully repelling the enemy. Another great achievement." A middle-aged man who looked like a civilian stood out from the reinforcements and congratulated him.

Jiang Siming wanted to step forward and ask him, "Why? Why did you come?"

But every time Jiang Siming took a step, the middle-aged man took a step back, and so did the arriving reinforcements.

Jiang Siming saw fear in their eyes, as if he was a madman who only knew how to kill.

Jiang Siming joined the army at the age of 16 and has been in the army for 20 years.Countless myths were created by him, and everyone called him the God of War. The people of the Southern Kingdom regarded Jiang Siming as their guardian. Children as young as three knew that if Jiang Siming, the pioneer general of the Southern Kingdom, did not die, the Southern Kingdom would have no worries.I'm afraid they have gradually forgotten that the vanguard troops and vanguard generals are only used to detect the enemy's actual situation.

"General, your Majesty has long expected that the general will win the battle. He asked me to prepare a celebration banquet in advance. It was long overdue. The general has indeed lived up to expectations and successfully repelled the enemy." The middle-aged man civil servant seemed to have mustered up his courage and stopped. Stopping his retreat, Zuo Yi said.

"Hahaha, celebration banquet! Hahahahaha!" Jiang Siming laughed like crazy!

The middle-aged civil servants, as well as the tens of thousands of reinforcements behind him, were frightened by the sudden laughter and showed fear in their eyes.

"Celebration wine? You go and drink it! I want to collect the bodies for my brothers." Jiang Siming inserted the Immortal Killing Sword into the ground.With the sword as the boundary, no one dares to cross it.Jiang Siming turned his back, leaving only a lonely figure, a figure full of inexplicable emotions.

From then on, there was no longer a pioneer general Jiang Siming in the Southern Kingdom.There is a corpse collector on the border battlefield that no one dares offend.

Decades of wind and decades of rain.Jiang Siming has become an old man.But the Immortal Killing Sword still stood there, and no one dared to pull it out.The body of the sword is already covered in rust.Maybe it's because of old age?Jiang Siming forgot who he was again?Forgot what you wanted to do?It was just a repeat of the carrier corpse, still disgusted with the sword stuck in the ground.

Occasionally, a few young soldiers from the Southern Kingdom would ask their generals curiously.Who is that old man?

The general will only say that he is the hero of our southern country.It’s the same sentence from back then, “If he doesn’t die, there will be no worries in the South.”

Finally, it seemed that Jiang Siming could no longer move the body. He sat quietly next to the Immortal Killing Sword, waiting for death to come.

"Sir."

A childish voice woke Jiang Siming up again, and he raised his eyelids with difficulty, revealing his already cloudy eyes.

"Old sir, why are you here alone?" The young man had obviously just joined the army, maybe out of curiosity, maybe out of pity.