“Zhang Heming——!!!”
The layers of sorrow and misery penetrated the isolation of the sword formation and echoed clearly throughout the passage.
As soon as this name came out, all the powerful human beings who were still fighting hard froze in unison.
In today's martial arts world, the new generation under the age of 40 may feel unfamiliar with this name.
But people like Ke Yunheng, Li Guitang, and Xiao Yilan lived in the same era as Zhang Heming.
Once upon a time, this name represented the Northwest and represented an unignorable peak in the Chinese martial arts world.
He is the third Grandmaster, the fifth Grandmaster, and the sixth Martial Immortal of China.
He is one of the founders of the Martial Arts Alliance.
He was the founder and perfecter of the swordsmanship system for military warriors.
They were rivals, friends, and comrades who fought side by side against the abyss.
For thirty years, they all thought that this name and that tall figure had fallen into the Xifeng Rift.
I never thought that today, I would hear it again from the mouth of Sorrow, the giant of the abyss.
......
clang!
Thousands of sword lights pierced out, forcing back the giant beast Youhai, and buying a moment of respite for the seriously injured Li Guitang.
Yun Heng dodged Mu's giant sickle and took advantage of the gap to instantly escape from the battle group.
He flew through several spatial faults, avoiding the "Zhu Xian Sword Formation" that blocked his vision, and looked towards the entrance of the passage, at the majestic, dazed figure.
"Zhang Luye! Remember, you are a human martial immortal!"
He roared angrily, no longer as calm as before.
......
"hehe--"
But at this moment, a distant, mocking sneer echoed.
Then, at the end of the passage, in the abyss, the chaotic gray fog boiled and rolled, and a tall and straight figure stepped into the air.
His voice was hoarse and rough, like sandpaper rubbing against each other.
"Yun Heng, he is my son first."
"Everything he has is given by me."
......
Hearing the sound, Zhang Luye flew into the air, also dodged the huge sword formation, and looked at the person coming!
His skin was dark blue, almost black, and his body was covered with hideous cracks.
Wisps of black mist surged and rose from the cracks, as if they were about to break out of the body, while also seeming to be closing the human form.
His voice became unfamiliar, full of strange textures.
But the outline of the eyebrows and eyes can still vaguely reveal the charm of the past.
The Jade-faced Sword King, Zhang Heming!
Seeing who's coming...
Zhang Luye's majestic body suddenly shook, and tears welled up in his tiger eyes.
He trembled, tried to speak, and spoke in disbelief, uttering each difficult syllable.
"Dad...you're not dead..."
......
Zhang Heming stopped and stood on the other side of the sword formation.
Across the solemn and gray sword formation space, he looked at Zhang Luye from afar.
After two or three seconds of silence, the dark blue cracks on his face squirmed, closed up and disappeared.
At this moment, except for the skin color, his image completely coincided with Zhang Luye's memory.
He looked at the giant opposite him, the corners of his lips curled up slightly, and he forced out a gentle and intimate smile.
A smile that belongs to a father.
"Little Deer, I haven't seen you for thirty years. You've grown so big..."
"I remember you were still a young man...how come your hair is all white now?"
The tender words spoken from that dark face revealed a hint of weirdness and strangeness.
But Zhang Luye burst into tears when he heard this, and all his defenses collapsed at this moment.
"Dad...you're not dead...you're really not dead..."
"Zhang Luye, wake up! He's not your father!" Yun Heng shouted again, interrupting the "tenderness" between father and son. "He's a monster! Monster!"
"Noisy!"
Zhang Heming glanced at Yun Heng coldly.
"Yun Heng, you're still so talkative... Take care of yourself first."
As soon as the words fell.
boom!
You Hai and Mu suddenly exploded, and their violent attack knocked Li Guitang and Boris back repeatedly, causing them to suffer even more injuries.
Yun Heng had no choice but to grit his teeth, turn around and rejoin the battle.
Another wave of violent energy spread out, and Zhang Luye subconsciously took action, pushing out with both palms to smooth out the shock.
puff!
A mouthful of golden blood spurted out, and his face turned even paler.
Zhang Heming looked at his miserable appearance, his face showing a slightly stiff expression of heartache.
"Little Deer, is this how they troubled you after I left?"
"Come, tell me, how have you been living these past thirty years?"
"Who bullied you?"
"Yun Heng, Li Guitang, Xiao Yilan, Zeng Jianguo... they're all here..."
"If they ever bullied you, Daddy will help you vent your anger!"
......
His hoarse voice, with its bewitching magic, drifted vaguely in the passage.
Layer upon layer of echoes drilled into Zhang Luye's ears, making his mind increasingly distracted and his state of mind becoming confused.
The grievances hidden in my heart for many years were infinitely magnified at this moment.
yes......
After Dad's "Death"...
Especially after being promoted to Martial Immortal...
Because he has the lowest seniority and the weakest strength, how much humiliation has he suffered?
Which martial immortal would be nice to Zhang Luye when he sees him?
Either yelling at me or completely ignoring me...
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