The sword is like a silver dragon.
Like a tidal wave.
Humans are like gods and demons.
The three combined into one, and the power that exploded at that moment was as if it was going to destroy the heaven and the earth.
At that moment, the rolling murderous intention seemed to be real, carrying the wind and snow sword intent straight towards Zhu Quan's eyebrows.
Zhu Quan's eyes sunk deep into his eyes, and there was no trace of the condescending joking he had shown just now.
Fear and horror.
Shocked and confused.
At this moment, everyone was confused on his ugly face.
Before he could think too much, a hand under the black robe suddenly stretched out.
The hand was extremely white and as thin as his face, like a withered bone.
"Arrogant!!" A roar came from his mouth, his voice sharp.
As he finished speaking, his outstretched arm suddenly expanded.
The muscles bulged like hills one after another, and in the blink of an eye, the entire arm became as huge as his body.
He clenched his fist and waved it out, and the terrifying power actually stirred up gusts of wind, stirring up the wind and snow in the sky.
boom!
With a roar, the fist and the sword met.
At that time, the strong wind spread out from the place where the two collided. The huge power caused the ground under Zhu Quan's feet to shatter, and his figure collapsed as the ground shattered.
The snow on the ground was lifted up by the huge force, and then shattered by the exploding wind, turning into clouds of snow and mist.
Everyone's eyesight was so poor that it was difficult to see clearly the scene in the snow and fog at this time.
The scene fell into dead silence at this moment.
It was an extremely short-lived scene.
But to everyone present, that breath seemed so long.
boom.
And at the moment when everyone's hearts were in their throats.
After a muffled sound, a figure retreated from the snowy mist. He rushed all the way, knocking down the peach tree in the courtyard. His body speed did not slow down, and he hit the courtyard wall all the way, and his body was embedded in it. Only then Stop.
It's Zhu Quan!
Everyone came back to their senses and saw clearly the figure flying out. It was the Zhu family's butler who was so arrogant just now.
At this moment, his skinny face was dripping with sweat, his black robe was in pieces, and under his exposed skin, there were dense wounds cut by the sword.
The most terrifying thing was that his left arm was a bloody mess, like rotten flesh that had been twisted by a sharp knife, hanging down on his left shoulder. .
The black blood continued to flow down and fell to the ground, but it seemed to be carrying a boiling temperature. The snow piled on the ground melted rapidly with a sizzling sound.
Boom.
Boom.
Boom.
At the same time, there was a dull sound of footsteps in the snow and fog.
The shirtless man walked out of the snow and fog.
He walked slowly, with noticeable pauses between each step and the next.
But the vast sword intent continued to gather around him as he stepped forward.
The wind and snow are howling.
It scraped across the world wantonly, but when it was close to the man, it seemed to be cut off by an invisible sword and separated from it.
He walked out of the snow all over the sky, but his whole body was stained by the slightest bit of snow.
As the man approached, the shock on Zhu Quan's face was finally replaced by fear.
"how did you do it!"
"impossible……"
"You shouldn't be alive..."
He murmured to himself, his tone full of disbelief, or in other words, even if the man was standing in front of him alive, he still didn't want to believe that everything in front of him was real.
The man said nothing and just continued walking towards him.
The dull footsteps were like sharp swords. Every time they landed, they were like sharp swords piercing Zhu Quan's heart. His already pale face became increasingly ugly.
He seemed to suddenly think of something, he looked at the man and said loudly in his hoarse voice.
"It's him! Isn't it?"
"That stubborn ancient one!"
"He's the one causing trouble!"
At that moment, there was no fear in his eyes, but a kind of desire.
A desire to get answers.
The man stopped in front of Zhu Quan.
He stared down at him.
"It is said that."
"The god you believe in has a divine object called the Tree of Souls."
"He can let the souls of the tribesmen who died fighting for him return to the sacred tree, and then give him new life."
"I don't really care about your bullshit beliefs."
"But if that's true..."
As the man said this, he bent his body, and at that moment the sword in his hand was passed forward, and it was sent into Zhu Quan's heart.
At this time, he came close to Zhu Quan's ear and whispered: "Excuse me, please tell your Wu Zhu."
"Song Guicheng will come and cut his head soon."
"Just like last time."
After saying this, the sword intent condensed on the sword suddenly exploded, shattering Zhu Quan's internal organs.
He still wanted to say something, but his body lost all functions. His eyes widened, he let out a muffled groan, and his body collapsed like a deflated rubber ball.
…
No one saw Zhu Quan actually take action.
It is difficult for them to use themselves as a reference to measure Zhu Quan's strength, but it is conceivable that Zhu Quan, who can control so many black armors, should be stronger than black armors.
But he died in the hands of a man so simply and neatly.
What's more, the man's sword control skills were able to kill dozens of black armors in an instant, which also shows how powerful this man is.
After getting to know Zhu Quan, the man drew his sword and looked sideways at Chu Qingxiao and others.
With just one glance, Chu Qingxiao and others trembled, and their faces turned pale. Everyone was somewhat frightened by this guy who had unknown enemies and friends but was very murderous.
The man took steps towards the crowd.
With the unintentional pressure that permeated the man's body, everyone couldn't even think of running away for a long time.
Just like that, he walked straight up to everyone.
His eyes swept across the crowd and looked at Chu Yueshan.
His sword-holding hand was raised at that moment.
Chu Yueshan's face turned pale, and he subconsciously shrank his neck and put his hands in front of himself.
"Thank you." The man's voice sounded at this moment.
Chu Yueshan was stunned when he heard this, and raised his head cautiously, only to see the man just holding the sword horizontally and handing it over.
Only then did Chu Yueshan react. He stretched out his hand tremblingly and carefully took the sword.
I don’t know if it was because I was too nervous, but the hand holding the sword trembled violently. I tried several times in a row, but could not put the sword back into the sheath. In the end, I could only hold the sword together with the sheath.
At this moment, the man turned his head again and looked at Chu Qingxiao behind Chu Yueshan.
At that time, the murderous intent on his face suddenly dissipated, and the corners of his mouth raised: "Qing Xiao."
Chu Qingxiao was stunned. He could feel the man's sincere joy when he saw himself.
But what puzzles him is that he doesn't seem to remember who he is...
etc.
At the moment when doubts arose in Chu Qingxiao's mind, there was a sudden click in Chu Qingxiao's mind, and certain memories began to emerge.
Xizhou Sword Armor...
Baixu Camp...
On a rainy night, the young man knelt in front of the camp.
The man in shining armor paced back and forth, glanced at him, and said lightly.
"You also want to go to the battlefield? Kill Zhuyin?"
"That won't work."
"You have thin arms and legs and an unstable sword grip. If you go to the battlefield, you will be the Yin Beast's food."
…
"Zhuyin is not monolithic."
"Since ancient times, we were driven to the Black Abyss at the end of southern Xinjiang by the ancestral gods. The harsh environment has caused divisions within Zhuyin."
"Chongxuan, Yinqi, and Mingzhu are the three major clans of Zhuyin. The Yinqi clan we are facing now."
"They are good at controlling a kind of monster called Yin Beast. This kind of thing is extremely ferocious. The lines on the eyebrows are divided into four levels: star pattern, moon pattern, dragon pattern, and divine pattern."
"Black Abyss lacks resources, and they are unable to raise divine-level Yin beasts. There may be dragon-level Yin beasts, but the number will never exceed five fingers. Of course, this is not an issue you should be concerned about."
"Your opponent is a star-level Yin beast."
"If we really face an enemy head-on, even the lowest level Yin beast, it will be difficult for a warrior of the three realms to contend."
"But Yin beasts have a fatal flaw. They are evil products born for war. They have no reason. Killing is their instinct. Such instinct does not distinguish between friend and foe. If a hundred Yin beasts are placed in the same cage, no one will be able to kill them. They will fight each other until the last one survives. Then the one who lives will suffer from the desire to kill until he kills himself."
"In order to control the Yin Beast, the Yin Drive clan practices a method similar to the soul dimension. Their mental power is strong, but their bodies are mostly weak."
"If we want to defeat the strong with the weak, the best way is to curse others first... Bah, it's better to catch the thief first than the king!"
In front of the military camp, the man crossed his legs, gnawing on steamed buns and talking slowly.
There were soldiers in armor standing in front of him. They held their hands flat with a long sword placed on them. They spread their feet apart and squatted down. Their bodies were as motionless as a mountain.
But there was a young man standing in front of the team.
His figure was slightly thin, his feet were trembling, his forehead was covered with sweat, and veins protruded on both sides of his temples, as if he was on the verge of fainting at any time.
The man glanced at the boy.
"Next, let's talk about the specific combat plan and the defensive arrangements to deal with Zhu Yin's sudden attack."
"The content is not much. It will take about an hour. If you can hold on and repeat the content to me in detail, I will let you stay."
…
"Boy, did you do a good job? I heard that you killed three Wu Xian today?"
"Hey, I have some skills."
"Can you drink?"
"If a man doesn't drink, he might as well be a dog. He didn't do it before, but he can do it from today!"
"Come and tell us all about your child bride? What's her name? Zhao Nianshuang, right?"
…
"This sword is called Po Zhenzi! It was given to me by the city lord Xu Zhiru! He said that if I have a disciple I like in the future, it will be used as a gift to get started!"
"He is yours now."
"Don't kneel down in a hurry. Your talent is not very good. I accept you as my disciple, so I always feel that I am at a disadvantage."
"How about this!:"
"If we all live, you will go back to Jianyue City with me! If you help me correct my daughter's problem of three plus three equals eight, then I will accept you as my disciple!"
"Then if I die, you can help me take my sword back to Jianling Tomb. That will be regarded as you doing a big thing for me, and I won't be too much offended."
"What?"
"You said what if you die in front of me?"
"Bah!? You brat, don't even think about this."
…
"To be honest, I think when my family Qingqing grows up, she will definitely look better than that Zhao Nianshuang."
"But you can't have any ideas about him! She is only six years old, and I cannot accept that my daughter's future husband is twelve years older."
"Boy, if you can leave alive, remember to help me take care of her mother and daughter. I, Song Guicheng, have never owed anyone anything in my life, but I can't help them..."
In the dilapidated military camp, the white cloth tied around his waist was still bleeding. The man on the haystack took a swig of wine, then looked at the young man and said drunkenly.
He said, turning to look at the military camp again.
The once crowded military camp was now only sparsely populated with a few hundred people sitting dejectedly everywhere, and most of them were injured.
The man's eyes suddenly turned red: "Eight thousand people..."
"Boy... there are eight thousand sword armors."
"That's all there is left."
"What do you think those officials in the imperial court are doing?"
"Eleven months! Even if they crawl, it's time to crawl from Taixuan City to Muzhou!"
As he said this, he raised his hand and smashed the wine bottle in his hand to the ground.
…
"You bastard! Stop showing off and go back!"
"From today on, you are the commander of Xizhou Jianjia Baixu Camp and my apprentice in Song Guicheng!"
"Your revenge will be avenged by your master!"
"You kid, just survive for me!"
On the dilapidated city wall, the man pushed the young man back into the retreating team. Then he grinned, as before, and immediately flew into the surging beast tide.
…
Pictures from the past flooded into Chu Qingxiao's mind at this moment.
And the pictures that emerged this time were no longer the fragmented messages they had been in the past.
They are coherent and clear.
Chu Qingxiao's body trembled, and his eyes suddenly turned red.
"Song..."
"Commander Song..."
