After a while.
The three of them took the unconscious Tibetan Sword Ancestor back to Bingdao Villa.
"Grandpa! Father...ancestor!"
"You, what did you do to my grandfather?"
A group of people from Bingdao Villa gathered around. Seeing the Zangdao ancestor who was covered in blood and even lost his spine, they were filled with indignation, but they were afraid of Yang Gang's strength and did not dare to act rashly.
The surrounding Northland heroes were in an uproar.
What happened? The Hidden Sword Ancestor who was fine just now, a Grandmaster Ancestor who had been a soul for hundreds of years, was beaten into a cripple by the Sword Demon?
"Don't worry, he won't die."
Bang~~
Yang Gang threw the remains of the Hidden Sword Ancestor on the ground.
Calmly:
"Yang said that today I am just borrowing the knife... I don't want to commit more murders."
"But if you don't listen to the advice, he... will meet his fate." Yang Gang pointed at the extremely miserable Tibetan Sword Ancestor. He did not exude any aura, but a domineering aura still weighed heavily on everyone's hearts.
After listening to the legend told by the man just now about thirty years ago, they already vaguely understood how terrifying this seemingly 'ordinary' man in front of them was.
"No regrets." Yang Gang shouted.
"Disciple is here." Yang Wuhui quickly stepped out.
"War post."
"yes."
Yang Wuhui's eyes flashed with excitement.
finally come!
He has been waiting for this moment for a long time.
Taking out a gilded post from his arms, Yang Wuhui looked around and said loudly:
"In Daxue Mountain, Yang Wuwei invites Song Youque, the Heavenly Sword of the Giant God Clan, to fight again on the Sifang City on the third day of March to resume the battle thirty years ago."
What!
On the third day of March, on Sifang City, another battle from thirty years ago?
All the heroes from the North who were watching were completely shocked.
Although they had just heard some legends about the Sword Demon, when they actually faced this piece of news that was destined to shake the North, they were still in disbelief, and emotions surged in their hearts.
After all, the majesty of the Heavenly Sword has been established in their hearts for decades.
On the third day of March, Sifang City...
Storms and clouds must gather together to gather the attention of everyone in the North!
"I also ask Bingdao Villa to pass the message on my behalf. On the third day of March, my master will definitely be there for a life-or-death battle with the Heavenly Sword." Yang Wuhui placed the battle message in his hand on the Tibetan Sword Ancestor.
Then he looked at the expressions of the people around him with great satisfaction, feeling extremely excited.
I just wanted to use the master's reputation to show off in front of everyone.
Yang Gang's voice rang out, "Yang will borrow the blood-drinking magic sword for a while. Please forgive me for disturbing you... No regrets, let's go."
After that, he turned around and walked out of the villa.
The setting sun fell on him, gradually lengthening a domineering and lonely shadow.
Develop unique skills and invite the Heavenly Sword.
The heart of the knife is like a dream, and the gods and demons cry blood.
Thirty years ago, there was a battle in Sifang City, with each other cutting each other four times, which was very enjoyable.
Today, thirty years later, is the knife in your hand... a little faster?
——
evening.
A small carriage, carrying three people who were about to stir up trouble in the Northland, left Skate City.
Heading towards Sifang City.
The sky is getting darker, and the dark road ahead seems to contain countless dangers and bloodshed.
The legend about the sword demon.
Overnight, word spread throughout the Northland.
In the weak year, he walked with the monument in mind. Protect one person with one sword.
Even in a desperate situation, he slashed four times in a row, almost killing Song Youque, the heavenly sword that had reached the peak of cultivation.
Thirty years later, he returned again.
The two supreme masters of swordsmanship in the North are about to stage a peak battle again.
What kind of peerless style will it present?
On the third day of March, everyone in Sifang City was looking forward to the arrival of this day.
certainly.
There are also many people who don’t believe it.
You said it's a sword demon? The ancestor of the Tibetan Sword was originally unknown in the North and had few achievements. If anyone can defeat him, he will be qualified to challenge the Heavenly Sword... Wouldn't it be ridiculous?
Have you asked the gods of the giant god clan? Have you ever asked the countless young people in the North who worship the Heavenly Sword?
Suddenly, there were many new Yuanshen Grandmasters who were eager to stop the Sword Demon on the way and become famous in this grand event.
only.
Anyone who dared to block the carriage was killed with a single blow.
For a while.
The terrifying, ruthless and powerful image of the Sword Demon has been completely established in the hearts of all living beings in the North.
In the north, except for the Heavenly Sword, everyone is an ant!
Among the older generation in the North, the grandmasters who had witnessed that shocking battle were filled with panic. It is doubtful that Yang Gang, who has lost the Beihan Tribulation Monument, still has the ability to fight the Heavenly Sword again.
I am also worried that the Northland, which has finally been peaceful for thirty years, will become violent again.
"That massacre in all directions back then was really tragic... just because of one woman and one calamity monument, how many Yuanshen masters fell in Sifang City." A Yuanshen master said with infinite emotion when asked by his juniors.
Yang Gang's invitation to fight was successfully delivered to Song Youque under the escort of Bingdao Villa.
Looking at the seemingly plain, but hidden endless edge.
He didn't question anything, instead he looked up to the sky and laughed heartily.
"Okay, okay... Song has been waiting for this day for thirty years."
"You are finally back!"
Say it.
Announcement of retreat.
Yang Gang was upright and asked someone to send the battle invitation in advance. Naturally, he has to fight in his best condition and make the most brilliant sword strike in his life...!
Only then can we live up to this world-famous battle!
And at this time.
There is still one month until the third day of March.
On the winding road, Yang Wuhui was driving.
Yang Gang was sitting in the rickety carriage, with the Blood-Drinking Demonic Knife on his knees and his eyes closed to meditate.
He silently thought about the changes after Fentian's four swords - the fifth sword.
This month was the preparation time he left for the Heavenly Sword.
It is also a deadline given to yourself.
Since Zhao Ling is to be replaced, the sword demon will replace the gun demon. This time, he did not plan to rely on any external force to defeat the Heavenly Sword in an upright manner.
And thirty years have passed.
His strength has made great progress, and what about Song Youque, whose talent and talent are also the best in the world?
Will Song Youque stop where he is and wait for him?
After that peak showdown, it took another thirty years of hard work. His 'Youque Heavenly Sword' may have gone a step further, realizing the fourth and fifth swords after the 'Giant God'...
for a long time.
Yang Gang exhaled slowly, his eyes seemed a little confused.
He looked at Zhao Ling, who was holding a spear in his arms.
Suddenly asked: "A-Ling, why do you keep holding this ordinary gun?"
Thirty years have passed.
The standard long guns used by the military back then were already mottled and aging, and might not even be able to sustain a battle. But Zhao Ling still regarded it as a treasure, wiping it and maintaining it every day, practicing his marksmanship, and never getting tired.
With such character and perseverance, if it weren't for her strangely poor talent, she would have already advanced to the realm of Zhen Gang.
Sometimes Yang Gang wonders whether it is because of the influence of Zuowang Daoyun that causes Zhao Ling's practice to be so slow.
"because……"
Zhao Ling silently stroked the spear and whispered: "This spear was given to me by my father. Only by holding it can I not forget the blood feud in Linbeicheng. Holding it... I can feel a trace of it in my heart. peaceful."
"Instead of being alone...alone."
"But I know that I can't do anything. With my talent, even if it takes a hundred or a thousand years... I will never be able to avenge Linbei City and the Zhao family, and I will never be able to defeat the number one person in the North. ——Heavenly Sword, Song Youque."
The faint voice was filled with a sense of loss.
She is a very strong person by nature, but God gave her mediocre talents. Over the years, she has not been resigned to it and has made countless efforts.
This path of cultivation seems to be blocked, making it difficult to move forward.
"Don't worry, I'll take care of everything!" Yang Gang rubbed her hair and said quietly.
"Um."
Zhao Ling raised his head and stared at Yang Gang with his full eyes: "I believe you can defeat the Heavenly Sword!"
Although she can't do it herself, she already has someone she can rely on...
"I believe too."
Yang Gang looked at Zhao Ling with a bright smile on his face.
The carriage swayed.
A month passed quickly.
Finally on this day.
The third day of March.
Heroes from the North, sons and daughters of the martial arts world, young swordsmen, Yuanshen masters... Countless Northland figures gathered outside Sifang City, quietly waiting for the moment when the sword demon appeared.
