[PS: This chapter is paired with the song 'Mingyue Tianya', listen and watch at the same time, the effect will be better! 】
In the spotlight.
No one noticed an ordinary young man driving a small carriage and slowly stopped in front of the city gate.
Then there was no movement, as if waiting for something quietly.
at the same time.
In Sifang City.
Heavenly Sword Song Youque crossed his legs and closed his eyes, with a dark golden broad sword across his knees.
The moment the carriage stopped in front of Sifang City.
He suddenly opened his eyes, and a ray of light burst out.
"You...are finally here."
He stood up, patted the hem of his clothes gently, picked up the supreme heavenly sword of the giant god clan, and walked slowly towards the city gate.
Step by step, he walked very slowly.
An aura that dominates the world is condensed in this heavenly sword who has reached the top.
He is quietly building momentum.
When he walks to the city gate and encounters that peerless sword demon, his aura will reach its peak.
Completely transformed into a peerless heavenly sword.
The most powerful and brilliant sword strike in this life.
Above the sky.
I don't know when the wind and clouds gathered, and the clouds changed into various shapes, turning into strange cloud swords.
At this time, in front of the city gate.
"Pa~"
There was a sound of 'waking wood' slamming on the table.
In front of the city gate, there was a small square table, surrounded by a circle of Northland heroes.
Their eyes were fixed on an old man with a goatee behind the table. Behind him stood a cloth banner that said, "Everything about the world, a storyteller with an iron mouth", and he was talking with saliva flying from ear to ear.
"It is said that back then, there were killings and catastrophes everywhere. A Beihan Tribulation Monument, a crazy beauty in red clothes that looked like blood, and an evil and crazy love-killing art... led to a world-shattering killings and catastrophe!"
"That battle was wonderful and tragic! The old demon from the snow mountain who has been hiding for hundreds of years, the Young Master of the Young Sword who is the number one in the art of swordsmanship, nearly a hundred soul masters from various cities in the North, and the heroes of the North... Today’s scene is even worse!”
"Originally...cough cough cough."
The old man suddenly coughed, his face turned pale, and he gasped for air.
"Grandpa~~" The girl on the side quickly supported him and carefully held a bowl of tea.
"Lian'er, in this scene today, grandpa won't drink tea anymore, let's serve wine!"
"Grandpa! How can you still drink with a body like yours!" The girl looked angry.
"Hahaha, if we don't drink today, won't we let down this upcoming peerless battle?" The old man didn't care, snatched the wine bag hidden behind the girl's back, raised his head and took a big gulp.
"good!"
"The old man is so heroic!"
"Brothers, watch and enjoy! Hurry!"
All the heroes from the north shouted excitedly, and bags of silver fell like snowflakes.
However.
Old people who are over seventy years old no longer care about this.
He exhaled a breath of alcohol and said with a slightly tipsy face: "Ha~~~Follow up what I just said. It turns out that this murderous calamity was just a trap set up by Tiandao for his daughter to practice the love-killing art. A plot against Bei The remnants of the cities across the earth have set up a terrifying killing spree."
"Who would have thought that... a young man, a man, and a golden sword suddenly appeared, disrupting everything that was originally perfect! The beauty cries blood, and the heavenly sword is like a demon... It is sad and deplorable!"
On the carriage at the city gate.
The curtain was slightly raised, and a gaze was cast on the old man in front of the city gate.
Seeing that he was eloquent, his face was wrinkled, and his clothes were full of dust, but he still didn't change the excitement of the past.
Yang Gang couldn't help but feel something in his heart.
I recognized this iron-mouthed storyteller who has been traveling around the world for thirty years.
"The young man was unyielding and carried the monument. He merged with the Taoist Rhythm and fought with the Heavenly Sword. On the Sifang City, he reached the ultimate level... Four swords in a row shocked the world! Thirty years later, it is still vivid in his mind."
The old man spoke impassionedly, sipping wine in mouthfuls. It seems that all the old stories are delicious for drinking.
After a while, he was already a little drunk.
The people around him listened with great interest and were very attentive.
"This old man hasn't changed at all."
Yang Gang and Zhao Ling watched this scene silently, sighing in their hearts.
Thirty years have passed, and time seems to have returned to the days outside Sifang City.
They, who were just starting out at that time, also listened to the storyteller telling his story.
now.
After thirty years of vicissitudes, the money-grubbing, wine-loving storyteller has grown old, but he is still in the world, telling stories about the glorious past in front of the Sifang City.
Jianghu Pepsi, iron-mouthed scholar.
The world has never lacked him. He has been in the world all his life... and he has been a man in the world all his life.
at this time.
Everyone suddenly raised their heads.
He stared at the rolling clouds in the sky, which turned into a sword of clouds, with the tip pointed directly in the direction of the city gate.
It was as if a cloud of heavenly punishment was about to fall suddenly.
Everyone suddenly understood.
In Sifang City, the peerless heavenly sword... moved.
So.
Is the peerless sword demon that everyone is looking forward to... also about to appear?
The show is finally about to begin!
"A certain ranger, whose reputation has spread far and wide, is now talking about the world... there are many enemies and a few friends, but it is difficult to meet an enemy..." A loud song suddenly sounded.
Everyone in front of the city gate couldn't help but be startled.
Look away.
They discovered that it was an ordinary-looking young man who was sitting on a carriage looking at the clouds in the sky and singing loudly.
"he is?"
Everyone was confused.
"Hehe~~"
Seeing that he had attracted everyone's attention, Yang Wuhui suddenly smiled in his heart.
Such a brilliant way for Tian Dao to appear.
The master's reputation as "Sword Demon" is as powerful as the Heavenly Sword, so how can he appear in an ordinary way? Being compared with that day's knife?
So he rolled his eyes and remembered that on the way, his master saw that he couldn't learn the sword skills, so he taught him a soul-stirring song.
Everyone's eyes were stunned.
What is this young man's identity? How dare you play a song at this moment to disrupt the battle between the two sword masters!
The singing continues.
"The rain is broken, the wind is like the tide, I take action to stir up the waves. I haven't stopped my move... I laughed three times... I'm all drunk..." This song was sung by this teenage boy, and it filled the world with laughter. The mood is like the blazing sun.
"The wind is strong in the distance, and suddenly I look back and see the bright moon filling thousands of mountains...the sky and the earth are vast, and I am full of energy, singing to all directions..."
Every word, every word, is sincere.
In people's minds, the image of a young swordsman with a golden sword at his waist and a heroic spirit fighting all over the world emerges in his mind.
This song is so heroic...it seems to be singing about the unparalleled young sword demon back then.
"The Heavenly Sword, conquering all directions - the dark clouds are burning!"
Yang Wuhui suddenly stood up, stepped in front of the carriage, and looked at the clouds in the sky. He shouted: "Master, the Heavenly Sword is coming!"
Master...the Heavenly Sword is here.
A passionate shout echoed at the city gate.
This completely shocked the many heroes in the Northland in front of Sifang City.
The sword demon is already here?
In the carriage.
Yang Gang shook his head helplessly.
Ignoring Yang Wuhui's shouts, he looked up at the knife-shaped clouds in the sky.
"Have you been waiting for this day for a long time?"
He silently raised the Blood Drinking Demonic Knife and opened the curtain of the carriage.
Take one step.
The majestic figure exuded a shocking edge, instantly piercing everyone's hearts like a long knife.
Outside Sifang City.
Everyone subconsciously narrowed their eyes. The moment Yang Gang stepped out of the ordinary carriage, their vision was blurred by the dazzling sharpness, as if they saw a unique magic sword - unsheathed!
Phew~~~
Above the sky.
The knife-shaped clouds turned suddenly, as if they had finally found their target.
Suddenly it turned into countless streams of light falling down.
The energy of the sword is as strong as heaven's punishment!
"Ha~"
Yang Gang looked up at the sky.
A faint smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, "With such a temptation, are you still looking down on me?"
The blood-drinking magic knife in his hand moves from bottom to top.
Slowly slashing towards the sky, there was a sword light without wind, moon or color.
"this……"
Countless people's pupils shrank.
In front of Sifang City, no one could describe the grace of this sword, and few people could even understand the meaning of this sword.
I felt the breeze blowing on my face, and an invisible, intangible, purely mental conception of the sword slashed towards the thousands of colorful clouds in the sky.
This knife.
It was Yang Gang who proved to Tiandao Song Youque and proved it to the world.
Thirty years later, he lost the Beihan Tribulation Monument. You can also surpass yourself thirty years ago!
Uprightly—defeat the Heavenly Sword!
