1337 New Graves

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When a group of white-clothed swordsmen hung their long swords around their waists and looked at this new world with curious eyes, what caught their eyes was densely packed graves.

There are tombstones cut out of wood everywhere, with one name after another written on them, and the tombstones are arranged on the side of the road, not neatly, but piece by piece, as if there is no end in sight.

"What's going on?" A swordsman who had just arrived at Planet Hope 2 asked in disbelief as he looked at the tombstone with a frown.

It was really hard for him to imagine what kind of enemy could make his fellow disciples pay such a tragic price.

"Here... at least there are more than 100 new graves, right?" A female swordsman looked at the graves one after another with a pale complexion and said in a low voice.

"But... we, we, where did we go?" A young male swordsman turned his head, looked at the "bridge" beam of light not far behind him, and muttered in disbelief.

This team of white-clothed swordsmen had just walked out of the Heavenly Sword Sect's Cambridge, and they hadn't even looked at the world in front of them before they saw these unsightly new graves.

"Let's go, maybe it was transported here and buried, just to remind us not to underestimate the enemy." A swordsman glanced at the graves on the roadside and continued to walk forward.

After hearing his words, several swordsmen calmed down and continued to follow the crowd.

Above their heads, the flying boats transporting swordsmen passed by one after another, transporting the full load of swordsmen to further places.

On the flying boat, a swordsman was lying on the ship's side, looking at the ground under his feet. He saw the scene of fragmented boulders inserted into the ground in the distance. These scenes were obviously not formed naturally.

Of course, he didn't know that these boulders were actually the "corpse" of a sword. He still couldn't imagine what a terrible scene it would be if a sword was crushed.

At the height where the flying boat passed, he still couldn't see some details on the ground clearly, and he didn't know that what he passed were the graveyards of the swordsmen of the Heavenly Sword Sect.

The swordsmen walking on the ground finally began to realize that something was wrong. They could see some fragments of the sword's edge, because some broken glazed tiles and broken giant wooden red pillars could be seen on some gravel, and they were all too familiar with these things.

A swordsman walked up to a stone, stroked the loose soil with his hand, then looked at his fellow disciple behind him, and said, "This is a whole piece of spirit stone... something that can only be used on the edge of a sword."

"Its energy has been exhausted... the peak protection formation has been broken!" Another swordsman also recognized the stone. If the energy was not exhausted, there should be a faint light emitting from the stone.

But now, this stone is lying here like this, dull and dull, almost as small as an ordinary stone. These swordsmen might not be able to recognize them if they hadn't seen too many spiritual stones that had exhausted their spiritual energy.

"Senior Brother! Senior Brother!" A young swordsman hurried over, stood behind the two swordsmen, clasped his fists and said, "There is another cemetery over there...the scale is even bigger, there is no end in sight."

The swordsman who heard the report from the same door frowned slightly, and then led the people over quickly. After bypassing a boulder stuck in the ground, they saw another new cemetery.

There are still some fallen branches on the ground with white flags tied on them. Because of the impact of the boulder falling, many graves have been destroyed.

Some white clothes could still be vaguely seen in the soil, as well as some broken swords buried with him or other messy things.

What shocked them even more was that there were still some white-clothed swordsman corpses waiting to be buried not far away, apparently no one paid attention to them.

"Exposing corpses to the wilderness?..." This thought appeared in his mind, making the leading swordsman in white look even more ugly. The Heavenly Sword Sect has a tradition of placing the corpses of fellow sects, and it is rare for such corpses to be left aside and no one cares about them.

unless……

He walked over quickly and saw a swordsman guarding the corpse, sitting on a stone in a daze.

"What's going on... Where did so many corpses come from?" Walking in front of the dazed swordsman, among the newcomers, the male swordsman with the highest status asked.

The swordsman sitting on the stone guarding these corpses raised his head, smiled wryly and replied: "There are too many dead people, and they can't be buried at all. You guys are here at last. Help me to remove these corpses from the same sect. Let's bury him."

"It's unreasonable! We are here to fight, so we don't have time to care about this!" A new swordsman who came here snorted and argued.

"Ha... don't worry, don't worry... soon, you will understand!" The swordsman guarding the corpses shook his head, looked away, and continued to look at the corpses in a daze.

In his opinion, these new fellows don't know how scary this world is! They have never seen those terrible explosions, never seen the destructive light, never heard the deafening sound.

Among the 10,000 sect disciples, most of them have turned into corpses before they have actually fought the enemy face to face.

This is the cruelest war he has ever seen! Compared with the war in front of us, those wars in the past may not even be considered a joke!

Only after experiencing all of this in person, will one understand that this is not the heavenly paradise of the Heavenly Sword Sect at all. This place may be a hell, a life-swallowing...horrible hell!

There was also a smell of dust in the air. After all, the fall of a mountain peak was not a trivial matter.

Those destroyed cemeteries are still surrounded by endless cemeteries. The death of thousands of people is not a trivial matter for the Heavenly Sword Sect.

"We want to seek justice for our dead comrades!" Looking at the graves in front of him, a female swordsman clenched her teeth and said fiercely, clenching her fists.

"That's right! We must seek justice for these comrades who died in battle!" Another male swordsman shared the same hatred and immediately shouted loudly.

Their shouts enveloped the entire marching team in a solemn and solemn atmosphere. Every disciple of the Heavenly Sword Sect made up their minds to punish those damned enemies.

"Advance faster! Master has orders, advance faster!" A high-ranking swordsman flew in the air, loudly conveying the message.

The team of swordsmen walking on the ground was no longer in the mood to look at the graves buried on the roadside, and began to rush forward.