In one place, there is a lonely cliff with no trace of a person all year round because it is covered with extremely poisonous bone-destroying poisonous weeds.
Its name is sad, which is the word "broken heart".
There is a novel written by the author that is difficult to verify. In this place, in the past, there was a pair of swordsmen and immortals who loved each other. They were murdered. After their death, they ascended together and flew away with their swords. They became a real couple of gods and immortals. Hand in hand for thousands of years.
It is a touching legend that has been passed down by word of mouth among ordinary people, regardless of whether it is true or false.
At the top of the cliff, the mountain wind is particularly strong and the roaring sound is endless.
I can hear the gusts of wind passing by my ears, buzzing and roaring, as if I am deaf!
There was a long-haired old man with a dark blue sword on his back and wearing a green scholar's shirt. His face was sad and embarrassed. He stood alone in the most dangerous place of Broken Heart Cliff. He looked up into the distance and didn't know where he was looking.
His thin and muscleless wrist, which was always raised, was trembling slightly and uncontrollably.
Lowering his head and looking at his trembling right hand, the old man carrying the sword knew very well that the half of the red line of marriage that represented "fate but not destined" was gradually disappearing and would soon cease to exist. .
The occurrence of such a situation is fully clear.
The person the old man loved deeply, the woman with whom he did not have a complete red line, has passed away!
If a person cannot be resurrected, there is no possibility of tying the thread. So, of course, the half of the red rope on the old man's wrist has no meaning of existence and will disappear on its own.
Gone with it was the little bit left...expectation.
The old man in Confucian shirt, who was alone and carrying a sword, remained silent and just lowered his head and shed tears. It could be said that he was crying all the time and couldn't stop crying!
At this time, on the Broken Heart Cliff, there was an old man whose heart was broken due to the grief and despair in his chest, and he cried all day long.
After crying for a full seven days, this long-haired old man, who was unrivaled in the vast blue continent in swordsmanship, was still speechless.
Just moving slowly, he took off the blue blade on his back and unsheathed the tip.
Now that the sword is in his hand, the old man no longer carries the sword on his back.
Then, it is clear that he is determined to use the sword!
In an instant, a shocking cyan rainbow light cracked a large mountain cliff and rushed away.
Go straight to Shenshan Villa.
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At the archway at the foot of Ni Niu Mountain, two experienced "swordsmen" were spitting and blowing harmlessly.
Ling Zhen quite admired the courage of these two swordsmen who dared to get involved in the cluster. As for the nonsense that was a little bit irrelevant and similar to Fang Ye's story, he left it alone and stopped paying more attention to it, let alone being ruthless. expose.
People who walk around the world have the best reputation. Who can really never brag even once? Rarely.
So Ling Zhen can completely understand their current mood.
The young man in green robe standing under the archway turned his head, slightly approached the "girl" in white beside him, lowered his voice with a smile, and whispered softly: "Sister Xiaoxiao, tomorrow's battle at White Bone Beach is destined to be extremely serious. It’s dangerous, if you are afraid, you can hide in the Guixu Realm..."
Ling Xiaoxiao immediately opened her cherry-red eyes and stared at her biological brother, with anger on her face, and shouted: "I am at the same level as you, why can you participate in the war and I can't? I look down on you. who?!"
Ling Zhen was about to comfort him by saying, "I'm not looking down on you," but those words shouted by Ling Xiaoxiao immediately reached the ears of the two people on the archway. The swordsman in white, Zhao Xian, raised his eyebrows and couldn't help but ask: "What's wrong? Joining a war? What kind of war?"
Ling Zhen smiled slightly awkwardly, raised his head, and responded to a higher place: "That's right, my sister and I just wanted to fight side by side with the two heroes to shoulder the coming tide of beasts. For the sake of safety, I thought I want her to find a place to hide, but my girl is stubborn, and she also wants to join the war, alas, I can't compare to her!"
At this moment, Zhang Jing, the swordsman in blue, laughed loudly and said to the bottom: "Forget it, Brother Ling, your realm is too low, you haven't even reached the first level of self-cultivation, you can't be of much help, and you even It’s easy to hold Brother Zhao and I back. It’s better to be calm and find a place under the mountain to take shelter!”
Xian Zhao also did not want Ling Zhen to participate in the battle, and advised him: "Yes, Brother Ling, the coming battle will undoubtedly be very dangerous. Brother Zhang and I have great cultivation skills, so there is no guarantee that we can escape unscathed. After all, you haven’t entered the realm yet, so don’t put yourself in danger and risk your life!”
The young man in green robes, Ling Zhen, had a calm expression and said with a very gentle smile: "Thank you for your concern, hero. I am quite aware of my own safety, so I don't take it seriously."
Zhang Jing just thought that Ling Zhen decided not to get involved, so he said with a smile: "That's right. Looking at your appearance, I'm afraid you're only eighteen or nineteen years old, right? You should be only twenty years old. Still. He is so young and has a lot of good years ahead of him. The land is big and the best thing is to survive. There is no need to be heroic in everything. If you accidentally lose your life, even if you become a so-called hero, you will only be a dead hero. Got it!"
Zhao Xian agreed with this statement, "Yes, no matter how useless and useless a living person is, it is still better than a withered skeleton buried in a tomb. Brother Ling, I really don't mean to look down on you at all. Wait. You, like the two of us, have reached the perfection of self-cultivation, so it doesn’t matter, you can be a hero however you want, no one can control you!"
Ling Zhen was secretly amused. He had only reached the first level of perfection, so he felt that no one could restrain him? Is this a bit too arrogant?
If you really keep such ridiculous thoughts and walk around the world in the future, you will easily die early.
Without Ling Zhen to speak, Zhang Jing was in high spirits at the moment, with a look of confidence on his face. He faced Mr. Zhao openly and cheerfully and said: "Brother Zhao, do you think you can break through the bottleneck of self-cultivation before the age of thirty? The second level of the world of mortals?"
Zhao Xian hesitated for a moment, grinned, and said with a smile: "Of course there is. Brother Zhang, are you confident that you can break through the realm?"
Zhang Jing laughed, "Of course I am 120% confident! And I bet that I will break through the realm faster than you, and I will be one step ahead of you to completely escape the grain and enter the world of mortals!"
Mr. Zhao was already familiar with Zhang Jing's temperament, and responded with laughter: "Well, on this matter, you and I will also compete to see who loses and who wins, and whoever breaks through the situation later. , just treat the other party to drinks for a...month!"
"One year is enough, no big deal! Are you, Brother Zhang, stingy and stingy?"
Zhang Jing smiled wildly and said, "When the time comes, we are two strong men in the Bigu realm who are less than thirty years old and are traveling around the world. How about we have to walk sideways and sway our shoulders? Haha!"
Zhao Xian was quite convinced, and he had already begun to look forward to that day, with an extremely happy expression, "Yes, by then, you and I will definitely be very famous in the world, and there may be people who do good things. Give us a nickname or something, like..."
After finishing the word "like", Zhao Xian choked briefly, wondering what kind of name he would be given by the world.
Ling Zhen's thinking was particularly quick, and he came up with a good idea all of a sudden. He squinted and smiled, and helped make suggestions: "How about the Innocent Divine Sword? One of you is wearing green clothes, the other is wearing white clothes, one is pure and the other is white, and the sword skills are Psychic!"
Zhang Jing, who was wearing a blue shirt, was obviously flattered by Ling Zhen's wonderful "mouth". He was so carried away that he almost fell into the mist. He was so proud that he laughed loudly. He stood up and said with a smile: "Excalibur? Haha, then why not just call it the 'Sword God'? Brother Zhao, otherwise, when you enter the world of mortals, you will call yourself the 'Sword Saint', and I will call myself the Sword God." , how about you and me, one god and one saint?"
Ling Zhen was astonished inwardly, and secretly lamented that Zhang's tone was so arrogant that there was no limit to it.
But then I thought about it, since I am a knight-errant, it is understandable and understandable to be a little crazy.
Obviously, Xian Zhao's thoughts were similar to Ling Zhen's. The swordsman in white, Xian Zhao, didn't hold back at all. He burst out laughing and said honestly, "Brother Zhang, you are too courageous." , We two people who can't even practice the natal sword, given such a big nickname, are we not afraid of being struck by thunder? Or, are you not afraid that the sword god Yu Youcong or the sword master Ying Chun will come to us and cause trouble? "
Zhang Jing didn't panic at all, and said smugly: "I'm afraid of you. I'm a real swordsman and swordsman. He's so busy. How can he have so much time to come and cause trouble for us two characters? Is it possible that he's full?" Is there nothing to do?"
Zhao Xian felt that this statement was reasonable, "That's right. Those masters who are at the top of the human race have no reason to trouble you and me. Even if they steal the title, it should be harmless..."
At this time, Zhang Jing, the swordsman in blue, suddenly remembered that the old fish sword god also liked to wear blue clothes like himself. He instantly felt that it was quite feasible for him to be titled "Sword God" and that he was destined to do so.
Maybe even in a few decades, after he has perfected his swordsmanship, he will really be crowned a "Sword God" by his servants. He is so well-deserved!
Feeling so good about himself that he couldn't get any higher, Zhang Jing, in high spirits at this moment, pulled out his beloved sword that had been with him for many years from the scabbard on his waist.
He stood high on the archway, condescending, holding a sword in one hand and pointing the tip of the sword at the young man in green robes below.
He lowered his head and looked down at the young master who called himself "Ling Zhi Er" and unfortunately had the same surname as Ling Pu, the king of the Shenyuan vassal.
Zhang Jing pretended to have a deep and serious look. He lowered his voice, imitating the accent of an elderly man, and said loudly: "Ling Pu! I, the sword god Yu You Cong, hold the long sword Dayu in my hand today. I want to ask you about the sword." This sacred mountain villa!”
