"Hoo~! Hoo~!" In the mid-air, the scattered leaves were suddenly blown down by a strong wind. The fallen leaves in the sky kept appearing in front of everyone's eyes and landed on the ground.
What appeared on the corridor screen was a dead silence, and all life seemed to be stirred into the black vortex in front of him. Quiet, as quiet as death, so quiet that you can only hear the pounding of your heart. The swords in everyone's hands also became extremely solemn with the quiet atmosphere. There was confusion and fear in his eyes. He was wondering whether it was someone playing a prank or it was destiny. What he was afraid of was whether everything in front of him was as terrible as the legend.
The remaining leaves were drifting in the wind, making the coffin even more eerie and terrifying, and no one dared to approach it.
No one knows what is in the coffin in front of them. Curiosity was still occupied by fear, and no one went to investigate out of their own curiosity. Maybe they already know that the coffin in front of them is just for them.
The wind still didn't stop, but blew harder. The leaves that fell to the ground were once again swept into the air by the strong wind, and merged with the darkening sky, creating a tense scene.
"哐～哐～哐～" That was the coffin lid, which kept beating. While the coffin lid was beating, a terrible and strange laughter could be heard from time to time.
At this time, the horse also began to become frightened and restless, wandering in place.
"Little rumors have made them so crazy! I only regret that our martial arts community in the Central Plains did not eradicate these remnants of the Demon Sect back then!" Zhao Yueheng glanced at Zhao Zhengxiang, who was less than one year old in Lu Waner's arms, with a faint smile. With a trace of determination, he said to Lu Wan'er calmly: "Let's go quickly, take our carriage and leave here quickly. He is the only hope of our Mingyue Sect. I don't want to see him suffer at the hands of evil people, and I don't want you to get hurt in any way." .For the sake of our children, and even more for the sake of the people in the world, you and he must live safely and soundly."
"Xian'er is still young, but..."
"Don't hesitate." Zhao Yueheng took out a handkerchief embroidered with a yellow golden dragon from his arms and said cautiously: "This is the only thing that can prove his identity. In addition, this is also the only lifeline that affects the world. Therefore, his life is also tied to the common people in the world, and for the safety of the common people in the world, he must be allowed to live well."
Lu Waner stuffed it into her arms, and then glanced at the shaking coffin in the distance. With tears in her eyes, Lu Waner reluctantly glanced at Zhao Zhengxiang in her arms, and refused to leave.
"How dare you escort Madam out of here quickly! I'll lure him away." Lu Waner's hesitation made Zhao Yueheng even more anxious, and he sent two followers to escort Lu Waner away quickly.
No matter what Lu Wan'er did, she had no choice but to leave because she didn't want her newborn child to become an orphan with no one to care for her.
"Then you must be careful. Xiang'er and I are waiting for you to come back." Lu Waner glanced at Zhao Yueheng reluctantly, then reluctantly rode away.
At this time, the coffin lid jumped even more fiercely, and the whole coffin seemed to be about to explode.
The danger is gradually being triggered, and the distance is getting closer and closer.
"Madam, be careful!" Before the man could draw his sword, he was already involved in the coffin.
The coffin of a living person was trembling even more in front of their eyes. After a few screams from the tightly closed coffin, the sound of being torn apart spread again.
"You guys leave quickly!" Zhao Yueheng glanced at Lu Wan'er and others, immediately pulled out his sword and stabbed the coffin in front of him.
Zhao Yueheng's attack gave Lu Waner and others a chance to escape. Two of the attendants escorted Lu Wan'er as they passed by without stopping at all.
"Hey~!" As if the coffin had eyes, Zhao Yueheng's sharp sword moved the coffin back a few steps.
"Hmph! Today I want to see if you are a human or a ghost!"
"Whoa! Whoa! Whoa..." He jumped up and was about to fly onto the coffin lid, but he saw the coffin lid flipped into the air and pressed down directly on him. How could he dare to stay? It looked like he was being trapped in a coffin.
Fortunately, there was no one on top of the coffin lid. Zhao Yueheng put his feet together, put his sword together with both hands, and flew out of this terrible cage instantly like a whirling arrow.
"Bang!" The coffin lid hit the coffin like a huge stone, and the two came together again.
"哐~! 哐~! 哐~!" The coffin lid was still beating, like a demon grinding its teeth and sucking blood, stopping not far in front of Zhao Yueheng, staring closely at Zhao Yueheng's every move.
The wind blew harder. The surrounding atmosphere became more and more tense with the strong wind. The two of them did not relax their vigilance, and the swords in their hands became extremely solemn.
"Wow~!" For some unknown reason, the coffin flew toward Zhao Yueheng like a sharp arrow. Deep grooves were also carved out on the ground, and the remaining leaves flying in the sky attacked Zhao Yueheng.
Retreating seemed impossible to him. This is a terrible killer, how could there be any room for him to escape?
"Bang!" Zhao Yueheng met with his palm and hit the side of the coffin hard.
"Ding!" Another person suddenly attacked from the side of the coffin.
This is a man-eating demon. Perhaps all of this was because he made a mistake that he shouldn't have made, and that was why he was poisoned by this demon. Before the man's sword could reach him, he heard a scream, and the coffin had already knocked him upside down to the ground.
Scenes of tragic scenes kept playing out in front of him, which made Zhao Yueheng's heart burn like a fire.
It was a cyan wandering dragon, coming from the meteor sword in Zhao Yueheng's hand. A vague green dragon kept swimming on the sword. While the green dragon kept swimming, the sword also made a hissing sound.
"Wow!" At this time, the coffin stood in front of Zhao Yueheng like a human being, preparing to attack Zhao Yueheng again.
"Crack!" There was an explosion, and the moment the coffin was about to rotate, it was split into countless pieces by Zhao Yueheng.
Just when he swung his sword again, he stopped. What made him stop was a person, a person that he couldn't bear to hurt, and this person was the Mingyue Sect disciple who was finally involved. No, we can't be too sure about this yet. That's because this person's face has been obscured by his messy black hair, and he only wears clothes that match the disciple just now.
He didn't know who was standing in front of him. He could only vaguely feel that the eyes blocked by black hair had been watching his every move.
In order to find out, he walked forward. Perhaps, on the back of this figure, was the truth he wanted to see. He didn't want to do this, but he had no choice. He knew that the chance of being killed like this was higher than anything he thought, but he was afraid of killing innocent lives by mistake.
Everything was very quiet at this time, so quiet that I didn't dare to look at each other or put myself in danger; so quiet that I could only hear the sound of feet stepping on leaves. Time seems to have frozen for this, becoming an irreversible shadow.
A strange feeling suddenly came to my mind. It was because the unknown person in front of me moved.
This time, he saw the face of this person, who was the disciple just now. Although he could see his face, at the same time, it almost killed him.
This terrifying face suddenly raised his head towards Zhao Yueheng, who was walking towards him, and his black hair naturally fell down on both sides. At the same time, three rusty flower needles quickly flew out of his mouth and shot towards Zhao Yueheng.
"Ding! Ding! Ding!" Fortunately, Zhao Yueheng was always vigilant, holding his sword like a fan, and instantly blocked these three deadly poisonous needles. Just in case something unexpected happened, he swung his sword forward fiercely.
"Wow~" A sword light burst out from the tip of the sword and immediately shot through this terrifying figure. At this moment, a figure stood out from the back of the person in front of him, rushed into the forest, and disappeared without a trace. The only thing left in front of him was the dead Mingyue Sect disciple.
"Hahaha..." At this moment, terrible laughter suddenly came from all around. He had an unknown premonition, and this premonition came from the dead Mingyue Sect disciple in front of him.
Facts have proved everything. His hunch was not wrong. Not only was it wrong, but it was also very scary.
For some reason, the dead disciple instantly turned into a pool of blood before his eyes and scattered on the ground. When people look at it, they can't help but feel like vomiting.
The methods used by this killer were really cruel. He wished he could kill this person instantly, but he was wrong. He underestimated this person's strength. Zhao Yueheng held the meteor sword in his hand and chased after the man in black. Despite the constant laughter around him, he still adhered to his principles.
This is a bamboo forest, and the sound of the wind has disappeared in this bamboo forest. Maybe it was because he walked deep into the bamboo forest that he became like this!
He looked around, wondering where the man in black was hiding. Just as he turned to leave, the wind began to blow loudly again, accompanied by that scary and weird laughter again.
"Who are you! Get out of here!" Zhao Yueheng looked at the bamboo tips swinging around and yelled at the terrifying laugher.
He originally thought that this person would appear, but he was wrong. Although the laughter stopped, it brought him another terrible murderous intention.
"Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh..." There were countless bamboo leaves, like darts, attacking him from all directions.
Unexpectedly, Zhao Yueheng's anger once again triggered a killing wave.
"Bang! Bang! Bang..." Zhao Yueheng spun in mid-air, his fast figure like a colorful mist. Under his sharp sword, all the bamboo leaves were blocked, and they were cut on the four bamboos in the four directions of east, west, north and south.
When everything stopped, he stopped. He looked around, but what he saw surprised him. The bamboo leaves he had just blocked were not only cut from bamboos in all four directions, but also had seven characters formed on each bamboo.
He knew it was a poem. And in this poem, there is a possible identity of the man in black. So, he started with the seven characters in the east:
The ghostly Qiaodong is stained with tears,
The face and jade are burned, and the body is still alive.
The child prodigy's heart palpitations were not understood,
Jun Xi vaguely worshiped the universe.
After Zhao Yueheng read four sentences, he read them repeatedly. But soon, he found the answer.
"Ghost...Mian...Shen...Jun" Unexpectedly, this person's name is actually composed of the first letter of each sentence.
Zhao Yueheng smiled, looked around, and said loudly: "I didn't expect that in order to covet glory and wealth, you, the ghost-faced god, would not hesitate to work as a lackey for the old devil Tan Yang! If he had known this, Hu Xiaotian should not have done it during the battle at Taifeng Mountain. Leave a way for Tan Yang to survive, so that you lackeys won't take advantage of it and destroy our Mingyue Sect!"
"Hahaha...! Zhao Yueheng! Stop being so pretentious. The Mingyue Sect disappeared overnight. That is because your Mingyue Sect has exhausted its strength, and it should have been like this a long time ago. I have only one purpose for coming here today, and that is Pearl. I advise you to hand over the pearl obediently! Otherwise, when the sun goes down, it will be your death! When the time comes, don’t blame this god for not giving you face." From all around, the sound was so loud that it seemed to be shattered. Zhao Yueheng's ears are average.
"Pearl? Hahaha..." Zhao Yueheng seemed to find it ridiculous, and continued to reply to the terrifying voice: "I wonder where you, the Ghost-faced God, learned that the Pearl is in your body? I don't know that the Pearl means to you, the Ghost-faced God, Is it that important?"
"Everyone in the world of martial arts knows that the magic weapon of your Mingyue Sect is not the "Mingyue Scroll", but the Pearl. What's more, the matter of the Pearl has been widely spread in the world. You, Zhao Yueheng, are pretending not to know. Do you want to treat me as a fool? It is said that the one who gets the pearl will win the world. Let me explain that the pearl is a dragon's thing. If you get the pearl, you can not only command the world, but also be powerful in all directions. This statement is known to everyone in the world, so you should be obedient. Lord God, come forward!"
"Dragon is just a legend, how can we take it seriously!" Looking around, Zhao Yueheng cursed fiercely: "You guys, the remnants of the Demon Sect, don't think about the common people in the world, and you actually destroyed the martial arts world for a rumor, and the people of the world are in dire straits. Own it. You are a stinky person who only knows how to satisfy yourself, so what’s the point of being a beast!”
"Hahaha..." Zhao Yueheng's curse made the terrible laughter burst out again.
"Ba! Ba! Ba! Ba!" Accompanied by laughter, the four bamboo cuttings with bamboo leaves exploded into countless pieces in an instant. What followed was a figure, a figure wearing a red ghost face mask, falling from the sky with that weird laughter.
"I thought you were always just a coward who hid his head and tail. He didn't dare to show his true identity to the world, and would only do some conspiracy behind others' backs to harm others. But I didn't expect you to show up anyway. However, you It’s still very disappointing, because you always wear this mask. I think the reason why you wear this mask is very clear, that is to cover up your ugly face behind this mask to prevent the world from exposing everything about you! "Zhao Yueheng looked at the ghost-faced god in front of him with a look of ridicule on his face.
"I didn't expect that Zhao Yueheng, the most famous swordsman in the world, could also speak such womanly words. This really disappoints me! Isn't this former chivalrous demeanor just a false reputation?" Ghost-faced Lord With his hands behind his back, he looked very at ease, looking at Zhao Yueheng in front of him as if he were nothing. He took two steps forward and said softly: "Okay! I'm too lazy to talk to you! As long as you hand over the pearl obediently, I may be able to let you live. Otherwise, I will break your bones today. Even a ghost can’t do it by raising ashes!”
"The most treacherous and evil people are always arrogant. This is why you will lose!" Zhao Yueheng stabbed forward with his sword, heading straight for the mask.
An electric current came from nowhere, accompanied by a bit of white mist that enveloped the sword in Zhao Yueheng's hand.
"Bang!" After a while, the sword in Zhao Yueheng's hand exploded into countless pieces. Then, Zhao Yueheng was also attacked by the sudden force, knocking him back several steps and hitting the bamboo.
"Now that you are unarmed, what else can you use to fight against this Lord of Gods."
The ghost-faced god walked slowly towards Zhao Yueheng and continued: "It is said that those who know the current affairs are heroes. Now that the world has begun to be turbulent, haven't you, Zhao Yueheng, thought about how to help the world? The reason why I didn't kill you just now is because This is because I think you are a rare talent. As long as you can cooperate with me, you will enjoy endless glory and wealth in the future. In this big world, you can have whatever you want, and it is not just fame and wealth? Isn't it a beautiful thing to exchange small things for big ones? Why should you go against this God Lord with fame and fortune in mind? You will only die in vain because you, Zhao Yueheng, have never been my opponent."
"I said, you will always be defeated because you are too good at yourself." As Zhao Yueheng spoke, he had already channeled a lot of internal energy into his hands and instantly struck at the Ghost-faced Lord in front of him.
"Pa!" A ray of sword light suddenly fell from the sky. Before the ghost-faced god could dodge, he was already pressed under the blade by the huge sword light.
The Ghost Faced God regretted very much, regretting that he had underestimated the enemy. Only then did he realize that Zhao Yueheng had never used a sword from beginning to end. At this moment, he knew why the person in front of him was defeated so easily. He was luring the enemy deeper into the enemy until the opponent was exhausted or had no energy left. If you are not alert, your opponent will be put on the verge of death in an instant.
"Pa~!" Forced by the force, the mask worn by the Ghost-Faced God was instantly shattered into countless pieces. A miserable groan came from the mouth of the Ghost-faced God, and suddenly, a large stream of blood slowly flowed out from the corner of his mouth.
The ghost-faced god slowly raised his head, and a face so terrifying that it made people vomit appeared in front of him. With two huge eyes and a rugged face, only the mouth and nose were sunken into the cheeks, revealing only the shabby teeth. Like the decaying skeleton.
When Zhao Yueheng saw this, he was so frightened that he suddenly broke into a cold sweat.
"What's the name of the sword technique you use?" Ghost Faced Lord looked at Zhao Yueheng in front of him and asked after a long time.
"This sword technique has no name because it is too common. What difference does it make if the sword is named or not!" Looking at the ghost-faced god in front of him, Zhao Yueheng said slowly.
"A nameless sword technique?" The Ghost-faced God couldn't help but laugh miserably and said: "I finally know why you didn't use this sword before. It was because you didn't want to destroy the lives of the people. Once this sword is used, it will be difficult for even gods to avoid it. The Gui Xiu Jue Qi I use is not even one-third as good as yours, and I really feel sad for myself."
"You're wrong! What you should feel sad about is that you don't think about the common people in the world, but you collude with that old devil Tan Yang and help others to do harm. This is the worst mistake you should make in your life. As the saying goes, evil cannot defeat good, you will never They will all lose because you chose a path you shouldn't have chosen." Zhao Yueheng said to the Ghost-faced Lord with a hint of hatred.
"Choose a path that I shouldn't have chosen?" The Ghost-faced Lord looked at Zhao Yueheng in front of him with questioning eyes: "If I had chosen the right path, would my face still be like this? The reason why I became like this , everything comes from my mother, it was my mother who turned me into this!"
"Your mother?" Zhao Yueheng couldn't believe it, but the look in the ghost-faced god's eyes didn't seem to lie to him.
"My real name is Lu Aotian. I was born with a good skin, which has the effect of being invulnerable to all poisons, and I will recover instantly when I am injured. I have been called a jade-faced prodigy since I was a child. But the good times did not last long. My father, Lu Yuanjie, was killed when I was ten years old. Then I lost contact with him. In order to please me, my mother, Di Lian, tricked me into going to Ghost Bridge to look for my father." As Lu Aotian recalled, a clear picture emerged in his mind, as if he had returned to that terrible era.
