It's late autumn, the autumn wind is rustling, the leaves are rustling, and the sun is setting all over the sky.
Under the bleak autumn wind, there was a man standing under the leaves, with a sword in his hand.
Although it was just a scabbard made of black iron and of poor quality, with no gold in it and no precious stones, there were almost no people in the world who didn't recognize this sword, and almost no one who didn't know him.
He became famous in the world at the age of twelve or thirteen, and it took less than two years for his sword to become famous all over the world. Now he is less than twenty years old, and this sword has become a magical sword that everyone praises and talks about.
As the saying goes, there is no first in literature and no second in military affairs. No matter how good a writer is, he would not dare to boast that his penmanship is the best in the world; on the contrary, a person with strong martial arts skills would often boast that his martial arts are unparalleled and unrivaled.
Most people in the martial arts world and those who travel around the world are unruly and unruly people. Therefore, there are many dead people in the world, and there are many fights, because no one will consider themselves inferior. When wandering around in the world, sometimes face is more important than life.
Of course this is not absolute.
Some people will always conquer the world with their own skills, and you have become such a person.
A year ago, when Xuanyi climbed Shaoshi Mountain, many titles such as number one in the world and invincibility fell on his head. This also made Xuanyuan live such a leisurely life this year.
Situ Baiji built a village for him in West Lake, and he lived on the shore of West Lake that year. Starting from the age of five, he spent seven years practicing the thirty-three secret skills of Wudang Sect.
However, after returning from Shaolin and living by the West Lake for only one year, he mastered all of the seventy-two unique skills of Shaolin, except those that have been lost.
I just started practicing martial arts when I was five years old, so naturally I can't compare to what I do now.
A year ago, Xuanyuan thought that when he put down this sword, his life would end.
But now, he just wants to do some unfinished business before leaving this world...
"Brother Ren, it's time for us to leave."
Her voice is sweet and sweet, her voice is soft and crisp, she still has the same round face, and the same innocent look; but her elfin eyes have changed, and now Qu Feiyan only has pride in her eyes.
"Yeah, it's time to go."
As he spoke, he moved his steps at will, and then walked from the mountain road to the mountain peak.
He walked slowly, but he did not stop. Even if death was right in front of him, he would not stop. Because it was not his death, it was theirs.
"Many people will die today."
"Yes!" Qu Feiyan nodded. At this moment, the little girl was also carrying a sword on her back, just like Yi Yi... Even though Yi Yi's sword was only in her hand at this moment.
"You are not afraid?"
"Feifei is not afraid!"
"That's good!"
The mountain road is not wide, but it is very long. How long will it take to walk like this?
Suddenly, there was a roar! From the forests on both sides of the mountain road, cold light bloomed, and countless hidden weapons came, like a day of light rain, and like stars in the dark night, falling bit by bit...
The sword popped out with the thumb of his left hand, and the bloody sword flew out and was swung.
When he flicked out the blood sword, he didn't show any movement or awe, it was just an understatement.
Just like a calligraphy master who writes like a drunken maniac, or a painter who creates paintings with his pen, it seems easy, but in fact it is the pinnacle state that many people pursue.
Just listen to "ding ding ding ding ding ding..." a sound of gold and iron!
After the sword light swept up, the cold light was extinguished in an instant.
Then at any step, I saw countless broken branches and arrowheads scattered on the ground, and each arrow was split into two pieces; evenly divided into two pieces from head to tail.
Then, the cry of killing immediately rang out, and twenty-eight figures jumped out from the mountains and forests on both sides, all with heavy broad swords in their hands. Twenty-eight people took advantage of the fierce wind and chopped them down.
The sword light fills the sky, and murderous intent sweeps across.
Facing these twenty-eight people, twenty-eight swords, only one sword can be used at any time!
A sword light flew up diagonally, like a startling light and lightning!
The force of the flying sword is indescribably brilliant and brilliant. It pierces the muscles and bones. Even the air and breeze can cut through the sword energy. The edge of the sword is so terrifying that it cannot be resisted!
The sword light flashed, and twenty-eight broken swords fell immediately.
When the twenty-eight people also landed on the ground, any one of them was gone.
People follow the sword light.
The sword light was bright, and the sword slashed towards one person's throat, and then the other person saw Ran Ran standing beside his fellow disciple, and also standing in front of him...silver hair and white robe, holding a bloody sword.
Blood suddenly flew out, and the head of his fellow disciple fell from his neck.
Seeing such a scene, this man lost the ability to think, the ability to move, and the ability to live.
Those who fall can only be corpses, and those who stand will also become corpses.
Everyone else wanted to run, but whenever they moved, they would see the sword light, the bright and brilliant sword light, the irresistible sword light!
There are two people hiding in the forest. They are Gao Kexin, the 'Golden Haired Lion' of the Songshan Sect, and Zhong Zhen, the 'Nine-curved Sword'. They are both looking for opportunities to give him a fatal opportunity.
But the so-called 'opportunity' did not exist. Just between the two of them hesitating, there were already twenty-eight corpses on the ground.
It was too fast. Such a sword and such a person would not give them any 'chance' at all, not even a chance to hesitate.
The two of them flew out at the same time, and they still had to run in the end.
Then, Zhong Zhen of the Nine-curved Sword saw Gao Kexin, the Golden-haired Lion, being strangled by the edge of the sword, and his head was cut off with one sword, just like the heads of the twenty-eight Songshan disciples in front of him.
Flying to his feet, Zhong Zhen, the Nine-curved Sword, felt his sinking heart about to jump out. Just when he tried to boost his luck and leap forward, his figure stopped in vain.
His eyes were slightly lowered, and he happened to see a bright red sword drawn back from his throat.
Pain and fear came over him, and he began to drift into a trance. In his trance, a white figure walked past him...
"Brother Ren, we are about to reach the gate of Songshan Sect. We just need to climb these steps.
Random responded softly, but the two of them still didn't stop walking.
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At Shengguan Peak, the bells rang out... thick, deep, distant, and melodious, but with such a rush and haste that the bell ringers were extremely frightened.
Not only is he afraid, everyone in the Songshan Sect is afraid, because he is coming!
Today, there are only six of the Thirteen Taibao of Songshan, Zhao Sihai, Zhang Jingchao, Bu Chen, Sima De, Sha Tianjiang and Deng Bagong. Most of the Thirteen Taibao are dead, and the instigator is the man in front of him.
In front of them, apart from this man, there were only corpses and blood left. There was a dazzling array of corpses everywhere, just like hell on earth. Everyone who saw this scene turned pale and showed a look of horror.
In this man's hand was a sword, a red, bright sword.
Everyone knows that the sword was not like this originally. The sword was stained red by blood, the blood of the enemy. Almost no one remembers the original appearance of the sword, just like no one remembers...
How many people died under this sword!
