Rumble~~
There was a dull vibration, and the hundred-meter-high snow line was getting closer and closer, pressing down hard on the tiny young man in the valley with the force of a stormy wave.
"Help...ah!"
The young man Yang Wuhui yelled in horror, looking at the two people on the top of the mountain expectantly.
Take action!
Take action quickly!
However.
The two people on the top of the mountain did not move.
In an instant, billions of giant waves of ice and snow were in front of us.
Yang Wuhui couldn't help but dim his eyes.
Could it be that they...are not sword demons?
That's all... Today, I...
The young man was about to close his eyes in despair and wait for death when he suddenly felt a light touch on his waist. The fine iron sword on his waist appeared in the hands of the figure on the top of the mountain.
A clear drink came into my ears.
"Mountain - sea."
I saw a figure on the top of the mountain, with one hand behind his back and a knife in the other slowly slashing towards the avalanche below.
that moment.
The world seemed to have lost its color.
Time seemed to slow down, and the endless ice and snow carried by the avalanche froze in the air.
A mountain-like aura spurted out from the long sword, turning into a golden and peerless sword light.
"It's him, it's really him! This sword light... is exactly the same as the one half a month ago..." In Yang Wuhui's amazed and shocked eyes, time suddenly accelerated.
boom!
The splendid sword light was layered one after another, with an overwhelming force, suddenly facing a hundred-meter avalanche containing the power of heaven and earth.
The light is dazzling.
Yang Wuhui closed his eyes subconsciously.
I felt an endless storm of ice and snow rolling up around me, scraping my face like a knife, but the avalanche that was so close in front of me did not fall on me as I imagined.
He opened his eyes carefully.
I saw huge avalanches hundreds of meters high like waves, but the dazzling sword light was like a mountain, a chasm, resisting the endless erosion of the avalanche.
"break."
Yang Gang held the long knife in his hand and suddenly pressed it down.
The terrifying power swept out instantly.
Yang Wuhui's eyes were dull.
He stared blankly at that terrifying sword light, which actually pushed away the hundred-meter-high snow wall as if it was the beginning of the world, and slashed into the source of the snow peak in the distance.
The power of the Nine Dragons and Nine Elephants is the ultimate power in the world!
boom!
The earth trembled, the mountains shook, and the sky was filled with snow.
A peak hundreds of meters high was cut off in half by that knife.
Countless mountain soil and gravel mixed with knife-like ice and snow beat Yang Wuhui until he ran away with his head covered.
"Master, help me... Master, please help me..."
for a long time.
The storm subsides.
Yang Wuhui, who was lying in the snow and holding his head, carefully poked his head out.
Then I saw two pairs of shoes in front of me.
"Master!"
The boy looked up in surprise.
A man and a woman stood in front of him in the ice and snow like a couple of gods.
The man had a handsome face and aged eyes.
He seemed to be only about thirty years old, with a faint smile on his face, holding a long knife, and wearing green clothes. He had the aura of a peerless master just standing casually.
This temperament, coupled with that world-beating sword... he must be the sword demon!
The woman standing behind the sword demon was wearing a red and white outfit, a leather jacket wrapped around her shoulders, and a very ordinary spear on her back. She had a rich and cold beauty.
It's just... her aura seems to be only as strong as the Satin Bone Realm?
Similar to yourself?
How is it possible, how is it possible that the person who can follow the Sword Demon only has the Satin Bone Realm? Yes, she must also be a master of hiding.
Yang Wuhui's heart moved.
Kneel down on the ground, bow your head and bow.
"Disciple Yang Wuhui, pay homage to Master and Master!"
"???"
The faint smile on Yang Gang's face faltered.
Zhao Ling, who was behind him, cast an approving look at Yang Wuhui.
When Yang Wuhui saw this, he immediately felt certain.
This wave of apprenticeships is stable!
Yang Gang couldn't help but shook his head secretly.
This obscure boy is the one who recorded his travels in search of the Sword Demon and passed down the ancient books to a thousand years later?
Yang Wuhui looked at the extraordinary Yang Gang with admiration on his face.
He kept kowtowing and said: "Master, please accept me as your disciple! We, father and son, have traveled all over the Northland for thirty years, looking for you. My adoptive father has been chasing your footsteps all his life. His real name is Huang, but Name me Yang Wuhui, just because thirty years wasted and I have no regrets in my life..."
"Thirty years wasted, but I have no regrets in my life..."
Yang Gang silently glanced at Zhao Ling beside him and sighed.
"Let's go, I've been waiting for you for a long time."
He bypassed Yang Wuhui and walked down the mountain. Zhao Ling followed behind him step by step, just like thirty years ago.
Wait, how long will you wait for me?
He... knew I would come?
The young man stood there, a little confused.
When he turned around, he found that Yang Gang and the others had already walked away, so he hurriedly trotted to keep up.
"Master, Master...wait for me, wait for me..."
Five days later.
To the southwest of the North Land, under Buried Dao Cliff.
Skate City.
"Master, how did you know that I would come to Daxue Mountain..."
"Master, how do you know that Ice Demon Villa is hidden on Burial Blade Cliff..."
"Master..."
Yang Wuhui was hanging around Yang Gang, asking questions all the time, like a little monkey jumping up and down.
Yang Gang and Zhao Ling walked side by side on the street, looking at the lively street scene of Skate City, and for a moment they felt like they were in another world.
"Master... please answer me!"
"Alas~~~"
Yang Gang shook his head helplessly.
"First, I am not your master."
"Second... I need a knife to challenge someone."
In the last battle in Sifang City, he was defeated by Song Youque due to a single sword difference. Now that he was going to fight again, he naturally had to find a good sword first, so that he could compete with the supreme heavenly sword that had been passed down for thousands of years.
In the last few pages of Yang Wuhui's travelogue of "Xun Dao", the existence of the Ice Demon Villa on Burying Dao Cliff was recorded.
"Challenge someone?"
Yang Wuhui's eyes suddenly lit up with a look of anticipation.
He naturally knew that there was only one person in this world worthy of the challenge from the sword demon who had disappeared for thirty years. That is the giant god clan - Song Youque.
That nearly invincible Heavenly Sword!
The reason why it is said to be nearly invincible is because all the old people back then knew it. Back then, the Heavenly Sword was defeated by the sword demon Yang Wuwei with only a slight chance.
Yang Gang said: "Tell me first, the origin of the so-called 'magic sword'."
"Yes, Master."
Yang Wuhui quickly agreed.
"This secret goes back more than seven hundred years. This is the news that my adoptive father accidentally obtained during his many years of traveling in the North."
The young man said with a hint of pride:
"Legend has it that seven hundred years ago, a demonic god's skeleton appeared in the North. It was ominous and would cause death or injury if touched."
"Suddenly it attracted countless people to compete for it... There was the ruthless Biao Ke in the Zhen Gang Realm, and there was also the Yuanshen Grandmaster who was rare in the world."
"That dispute resulted in countless deaths and injuries. In the end, the Demon God's skeleton fell into the hands of a mysterious soul master named Ice Demon. No one knows his origins. They only know that he is very powerful and defeats all heroes."
"Later, at a great cost, he invited Meng Yan, a master swordsmith who had been hiding for many years, to forge a peerless magic sword."
"However, on the day when the sword was made, the ominous magic sword caused countless disasters..."
