The Sword Breaks the Sky

The sword breaks the sky Heavy rain fell in torrents, and thunder tore through the sky. In the No. 302 Dormitory of Yanjing University, Lu Xiaoer stared at the fantasy novel on the computer screen, tapping the keyboard with his fingers quickly, and murmuring: "The protagonist's cultivation level has increased too slowly. If it were me, he would have swept through the novice village long ago!" As soon as he finished speaking, a pale lightning struck the lightning rod of the dormitory building outside the window, and a powerful current flowed into the computer along the network cable, and instantly turned into a dazzling white light. Lu Xiaoer felt numb all over, and his consciousness felt like being thrown into a drum washing machine. The world was spinning, and the sound of horse hooves and rough shouts could be heard in his ears. "Wake up! If you keep pretending to be dead, I will throw you to feed the wolves!" Cold muddy water splashed on his face, and Lu Xiaoer opened his eyes suddenly. What comes into view is not the familiar ceiling, but the gray sky, the muddy dirt road beneath you, and the surrounding green mountains. Several men wearing rough cloth and wearing shorts and carrying hatchets at their waists were surrounding him. The leader had a fleshy face and fierce eyes. "Where are you? Who are you?" Lu Xiaoer struggled to sit up, but found that his whole body ached, his head was dizzy, and countless unfamiliar memory fragments poured into his mind.