Thousands of waves roll across the rivers and lakes, and a new generation replaces the old; in this rivers and lakes, strange things happen from time to time. There are so many strange things that strange things are no longer strange.
But now a strange man has appeared in the world. I heard that this strange man has white clothes and silver hair, and he always smiles wherever he goes. Some people thought this weirdo was an eyesore, so they planned to teach him a lesson, and then the man died.
The man's friends wanted to avenge him, and then they died too.
People in the Jianghu suddenly discovered that this weirdo was very skilled in martial arts, so some people came to him again. This time they came to reason, and then they all shut up.
His name is arbitrary, and "white hair" is arbitrary. Because of his appearance, the world suddenly became lively.
More and more people are looking for "Baifa" to do as he pleases. Some of these people want to explain the rules of the arena to him, and some want to explain the principles of the arena to him. The more people go, the more people will die. .
But in this world, most people are ignorant of life and death. The more people die, the more people seek death.
Until one day, something big happened in the world.
Winter solstice, severe cold.
The cold wind is like a knife, and the angry snow is ruthless.
Hongyun Valley, Xiahou Villa, a guest came today. This man was in his twenties, dressed in long-sleeved white clothes, with silver hair like snow, a melodious demeanor, and a smiling face.
Xiahou Zhongshan is over fifty years old. As a resident of the Xiahou family, no matter where he goes or whoever he meets, he will be respectful and polite to him.
No one has dared to provoke the Xiahou family for more than thirty years, and Xiahou Zhongshan has not been around in the world for the past ten years. His life has been very stable in these years, and his beloved son has made him worry-free.
Xiahou Xing is a rare genius in the Xiahou family. Not only is he good at both civil and military skills, but his swordsmanship is so high that few among the younger generation can match it.
Xiahou Zhongshan had planned to pass on the title of head of the family in a few years, but Xiahou Xing died just like that.
One can imagine the grief and hatred in the old man's heart after losing his beloved son. After learning about the murderer, he sent many masters from his family to catch the murderer, but no matter how many people went and how high their martial arts skills were, no one returned.
Just when he wanted to catch the murderer himself, Xuanyuan came to the door and stood in front of him.
Xiahou Chongshan's eyes were like cold stars and his voice was like a bell: "Are you just arbitrary?"
Nod lightly at will.
Xiahou Zhongshan said sternly: "It was you who killed Xing'er!"
Just sigh at will!
Xiahou Zhongshan asked: "Why are you sighing? Do you think you don't have to die?"
Randomly said: "You should endure it."
Xiahou Chongshan said: "Why are you holding back?"
Anyan said calmly: "Even if the pain of losing your child makes you resentful, you should put out your anger and hold back your resentment. You should not dissatisfied and come to trouble me again. I am not a patient person. I still Rather stingy.”
Xiahou Zhongshan opened his eyes wide and said word by word: "You told me to endure?"
Ranran said softly: "If you bear it, only Xiahou Xing will die. If you can't bear it, everyone in the Xiahou family will die. I believe you can settle this account well."
Xiahou Zhongshan's voice trembled angrily: "You are here to die..."
Xuanyuan said no more, he drew his sword, using his palm as the blade and his hand as the sword.
The moment he moved, everyone and all the swords moved. After the sword light lit up, the swords swept into the sword light.
At the beginning, there were thirteen swords fired in unison, and the sword blades pierced thirteen vital points on his front body. When any knife cuts in, the edge of the sword is cut off.
The sword was swung out and cut off thirteen sword blades. The power and speed of this sword seemed to be integrated with all the magic in the world. He has no sword in his hand, he only uses his hand as a sword, but his hand has surpassed any magic sword in the world.
The sword technique he used surpassed all changes in sword techniques. This hand was enough to destroy everything, and it was enough to make the Xiahou family disappear forever.
After one stab, the killing begins.
He struck again with the knife of his hand, the palm edge struck with sharp force, and the palm wind leaped forward and flew out.
Just a few sounds of "puff, puff, puff..." were heard, and then someone was chopped into several pieces like a torn rag, and the corpse exploded with the blood mist...
No one could have imagined that he would strike so harshly, so ruthlessly, and his methods would be so shocking...
He continued to press his palm at will, and raised his hand to perform a sword technique that shocked both gods and ghosts.
Everywhere the palm strikes, a blood flower will explode, a human head will fly up, a body will split apart, and his silhouette will flash, causing a bloody storm in an instant.
Use the "Huntian Jue" at will, use the mind as the spirit, use the true energy as the body, turn the invisible into use, and transform many martial arts and weapons into the palm of your hand.
He closed his palms and used his fingers to shoot out sharp energy. His fingers broke through the air, filled the sky with sharp shots, and cut off his body. Then he combined his palms to form a front and slashed out with his palms.
Finger strength, knife strength, and palm strength stimulated the invisible energy and collided fiercely. For a time, the sound of gold and iron clashing could be heard endlessly, resounding through the void.
With a tap of his palm, it was torn into pieces, with a tap of his finger, the sword collapsed and broken, with a tap of his knife, the head was separated, and the dead bodies on the ground were one after another, several more, more than a dozen. , dozens of them.
Everyone felt a sense of fear, everyone's expressions changed, and everyone lost their chance.
It started quickly and ended quickly. The blood melted into the white snow, and the snow turned red.
When Ran Ran retracted his last finger, Xiahou Zhongshan finally fell. There are corpses everywhere here, but only one person is standing on the spot.
His white clothes were fluttering, his silver hair was flying, and his body was not stained by dust, not even a drop of blood. Only a drop of blood slowly dripped from his fingertips.
When he left Xiahou Villa at will, the villa not only lost its former glory, but also lost all its vitality.
In just a few days, news spread throughout the world that the Xiahou family, one of the four major martial arts families, had been destroyed.
Precisely because of this incident, the person seeking death disappeared, and no one dared to talk to him about the rules or reason anymore. Everyone in today's martial arts world knows that there are no rules there, and they only follow their own principles.
As winter turns to spring, the already peaceful world is shaken again. Someone discovers that Shenjian Villa has been renamed Xiejiazhuang.
The reason is said to be because of a person...
Any! Tianjun does whatever he wants!
The name Tianjun came from the mouth of Xie Wangsun, the current owner of Xiejiazhuang.
In heaven and earth, there is only one heavenly king from ancient to modern times. Only that one person, with just one name, can overwhelm the entire world and shock the entire martial arts world.
More than two hundred years have passed since this incident, but the word Tianjun has stirred up some family memories. Although that man never dominated the world, in his time, Tianjun was a transcendent existence.
His terror can no longer be described in a few words.
With similar appearance and the same name, is the current Tianjun really the same Tianjun from the past? More than two hundred years have passed, how can Tianjun still be alive?
No one answered, but whether Tianjun is Tianjun or not, he is not a being that can be provoked.
