This is a wasteland. Looking up, it is desolate and lifeless. Apart from the dark brown land, there is no other color here. Flowers, trees, birds and animals are almost invisible.
But in the middle of this huge wasteland, there was a simple stone house standing alone. The stone house looks very old and lonely, like a dying old man, watching the world of mortals with cold eyes.
The owner of the stone house seems to be as old and lonely as the stone house.
His whole life, from beginning to end, was accompanied by the sword.
The seven emotions and six desires in the world, the love and resentment, seem to be separated from him by the natural chasm and out of reach.
Fortunately, his sword is a "unparalleled" sword in the world.
And he is also a "unparalleled" person in the world.
Once, with the sword in his hand, he achieved the glory that all swordsmen dream of. He was the sword master respected by thousands of swords.
However, as he climbed to the top and began to feel lonely, his lifelong enemy appeared. As a result, all his splendor and glory became a thing of the past.
In the end, he betrayed his sword, abandoned it, buried his name, and went into seclusion!
But what accompanies him now is endless loneliness and desolation...
However, today, the last loneliness and desolation seems to be taken away by God and will no longer exist.
Boom! !
A dense sound came from the distant wilderness, which was denser than raindrops and more powerful than gongs and drums.
It was like a series of muffled thunders exploding continuously, making people feel a little breathless.
It wasn't until I got closer that I saw seventy or eighty wild horses with flying manes galloping towards them.
I saw this group of wild horses with strong bodies and crazy expressions. They seemed to be under the influence of some kind of drug and rushed towards the only stone house involuntarily.
They were coming menacingly, with dust and smoke billowing behind them, covering the sky and the sun. Look at that posture, just a few wild horses at the front can destroy the stone house.
The two were getting closer and closer, and just as the wild horse was about to hit the stone house, an unusually low and slow sigh sounded in the house.
As soon as the sigh fell, the dozens of wild horses rushing towards the door suddenly spattered terrifying arrows of blood, spraying out from various joints.
Then, amidst howling in the sky, dozens of tall horses were shattered into pieces, as if they were divided by sharp swords in an instant. Blood spurted out like a fountain, as if steaming from its own steam, but it did not flow in all directions, but was cut by some kind of The magical power comes to an end. In the open space in front of the stone gate, they suddenly gathered into a huge blood sword that was several feet long.
"The sword energy came out from across the air and cut into pieces the bodies of dozens of wild horses in the blink of an eye. I didn't expect to see you for a while. Brother, your swordsmanship has improved a lot."
The blood was still cold, and a figure appeared in front of the blood sword. The figure had a broad forehead and deep eyes, with a domineering aura, and occasionally a hint of evil flashed in his eyes. Wasn't he pretending to be Dugu Fang?
The only one who can be called the eldest brother by Dugu Yifang is the sword master Dugu Jian, who sealed his sword and retired to seclusion after being defeated by the "Martial Arts Myth".
Unfortunately, no one in the room spoke to him.
Silence, only silence
Dugu Fang pondered for a moment and said with a smile: "With the eldest brother's shocking swordsmanship, it is difficult to find an opponent in the world. As long as the eldest brother returns to the world, not to mention the world, even the entire world will be in the palm of our Wushuang City. I can revitalize my Dugu clan and turn Wushuang City into a truly unparalleled city..."
A cold and stagnant voice finally sounded in the stone house, interrupting Dugu Fang's endless chatter: "I have given up my sword and buried my name long ago. Regardless of the world, if anyone wants me to come back to the world, they must get me out of this room." . I have already said this to you, so why waste any time?"
"Of course this little brother knows it, and the reason I came to see Big Brother this time is because Big Brother, you now have a reason to leave the world."
Dugu Fang's expression was solemn and a little ashamed: "To be honest, brother, Wushuang City has now fallen into the hands of outsiders, and it has reached an extremely critical moment."
"Oh?" Upon hearing that Wushuang City had fallen into the hands of outsiders, the tone of the man in the room finally fluctuated slightly.
Dugu Fang lowered his head in shame: "A few days ago, a person entered Wushuang City, and this person asked me to dedicate Wushuang City to him. Wushuang City is the inheritance of my Dugu family, and I, Dugu Fang, cannot give it away to others. But that He is extremely skilled in martial arts, and his methods are even crueler and ruthless. After all these methods, he tortured me to the point where I could no longer live or die. I could only give in to him and let him control me for the time being."
Just say it.
The wind in the sky suddenly became quiet.
Dugu Yifang couldn't help but feel it was difficult to breathe and felt cold all over his body.
He only felt an unparalleled sharp sword intent emanating from the stone house, making him feel as if a sword was on his neck, as if his head might be lost at any time.
The pressure on the fake Dugu is increasing.
Obviously, the sword master was dissatisfied with what he did.
For the sake of his own life, he will hand over Wushuang City to outsiders.
Cold sweat broke out on Dugu Fang's forehead. He gritted his teeth and finally spoke again: "Brother abandoned his sword and went into seclusion. Even if Wushuang City is destroyed, I'm afraid he may not take it to heart. But I have something that will definitely allow him to return to the world."
A cold snort came from the stone house.
Dugu Fang hurriedly took out a silk book from his arms: "This is what that person wrote, and it's called - Fourteen Panics."
"Fourteen panicked?"
"Yes, it is the fourteen panics. The twelve panics of the man Yan Bai Xiaosheng are just in vain, and his fourteen panics are enough to scare the world. And among the fourteen panics, the eldest brother is also among them. .”
With another sneer, the scroll of silk book seemed to be held by an invisible hand and walked away towards the stone house.
Under Dugu Yifang's bowed head, a smile of success finally appeared. With the Sword Master's state of mind, nothing in the world may be able to impress him.
But the silk book just now was written by Yu Liancheng himself, that is, the manuscript of Jingpanbang.
And in the last six words "The Fourteenth Panic - Me", the sword intent is full of energy and contains extremely brilliant sword moves. When he first saw it, his eyes shed tears of blood.
There is no doubt that that man is an excellent swordsman.
And for a retired swordsman, what could be more motivating to fight than a top swordsman who comes to bully him?
As for the information about Yuliancheng, Dugu Fang also passed a copy to his master Bu Bai Suzhen.
When two top masters arrive, are you still afraid that you won't be able to deal with that person?
As for the life and death talisman.
It may not be impossible to remove it with his master's methods.
What's more, among the six demon crossings created by his master Bu Bai Suzhen, there is a "transfer to the afterlife" that can lead to an alternative immortality. The worst he can do is give up this human incarnation.
"The fourteenth panic - me. The fourteenth panic... me, the fourteenth panic - me..." After a moment, a murmur sounded in the stone house. If it weren't for the profound skill of the fake Dugu side, he would never have heard it. This sound. However, the voice suddenly became louder, like a dry pool filled with new water.
"Good swordsmanship, just six words, actually contains six different artistic conceptions of swordsmanship. Ethereal as a fairy, magnificent changes, overwhelming the country, breathtaking, immovable as a mountain...and, slaughter the world. This last word , it actually matches my Holy Spirit Swordsmanship... Apart from that person, there are actually such peerless swordsmen in the world, hahaha."
Amidst the long laughter, the sharp sword energy rushed out like a tide, and the stone house was shattered into pieces in an instant, and scattered all over the sky.
A figure stood among the debris, with long silver-white hair falling messily on his face. His head was lowered, making it difficult for people to see his face clearly.
"Let's go to Wushuang City and meet that - 'me'."
And when this man raised his head, no one cared about the wrinkled old face.
Because, everyone will only notice the pair of eyes as bright as cold stars, which seem to be blooming with a captivating sword light. It can cut heaven and earth and dominate all things.
The corner of the fake Dugu Fang's mouth twitched, revealing a slightly embarrassed smile: "That person... that person left Wushuang City early in the morning..." Otherwise, he would not dare to come to the Sword Master openly.
The sword master glanced over, the sword light flashing in his eyes, as if he had two sharp swords that could be used to kill people at any time.
Dugu Fang's hair stood on end, and he couldn't help but take two steps back, and said quickly: "The man said that he would return to Wushuang City in a month at most. Big brother can wait in Wushuang City for a while and deliberately cultivate his energy."
The sword master looked at the cut and shattered hut, turned around and left.
"good."
…
Fang today.
The "Tianxiahui" under the leadership of Xiong Ba has the potential to sweep the world, and only Wushuang City can compete with it.
There are branches of Wushuang City spread over more than 300 places in China, and when such giant forces want to spread a certain news, it will naturally spread throughout the entire Central Plains very quickly.
What's more, this news is shocking.
Soon, a panic list appeared and spread throughout the world.
This place is a sub-altar of Wushuang City. The disciples of Wushuang City posted the panic list on the city wall, which immediately attracted a crowd of martial arts people armed with swords to watch.
"Fear list? Could it be the twelve panics that Bai Xiao was experiencing back then?"
"Oh, I think the Twelve Panics back then were just in vain. Although Shaolin and Wudang were like Mount Tai and Beidou, they have long been in decline. Has there been a master in these years? And the sword made by Bai Jian Villa, decades have passed. It still hasn’t been revealed. The one who ranked last is even more mysterious. From all this, it can be seen that the so-called twelve panics are just the conjecture of literati. "
Although Baixiao Kuangsheng was originally written about Jianghu, as time has passed, those twelve panics are no longer really shocking.
In the midst of the discussion, everyone simultaneously glanced at the panic list.
But soon, the discussion gradually stopped. Looking at each and every one of them "panicked", everyone could not help but breathe quickly, and their backs were wet with cold sweat in the blink of an eye.
The panic list, this time is the real panic list.
It's enough to make everyone feel frightened and frightened.
"Frightened, frightened, really frightened the whole world."
"When masters compete, sometimes a day or an hour more effort than the opponent is enough to determine the outcome. But Emperor Shitian and Xiao Sanxiao both have thousands of years of skill. Only with their incredible internal strength, can they win. I'm afraid that every move has the power to split mountains and split seas."
"Bai Suzhen, the Immortal God and Demon Lord...are there really such masters in this world who are both gods and demons? And what amazing talents are those top ten warriors who, with only a few decades of cultivation, are better than Emperor Shitian's thousands of years of skill? Yanyan?”
"Who is the fourteenth panic? Me? Could it be the person who wrote the panic list? I don't know why, these simple words made my eyes sting."
Nowadays, this panic list is so shocking that it almost gives people the feeling of listening to a book from heaven.
But when they saw the panic-stricken people, most people chose to believe it.
Because when Yu Liancheng was writing the Panic List, he had gathered wisps of spiritual thoughts at the tip of his pen.
Even after many printings, there is only a trace of spiritual thoughts left, but it still vaguely affects everyone's thinking.
Of course, this is also inseparable from Wushuang City.
As the top force competing with Tianxiahui, there is no need to play these tricks to fool people, and they have no real meaning.
Among the crowd, there were many people with foresight and foresight, murmuring to themselves: "Panic! Panic! The fourteenth panicked 'I' is really generous. These gods and demons in the world originally lived in seclusion, but now they are forced to be exposed. Now that mortals are forced into the world, I am afraid that another bloody storm will occur."
…
Tianshan Mountain, towering into the clouds, is the first of the mountains in Tianyin City.
The "Tianxiahui" general altar, which is rising like a comet, is located on the top of Tianshan Mountain. It is built against the mountain. It is majestic, majestic, and breathtaking.
Until now, Tianxiahui has more than 300 branches all over the Central Plains. When the strength further grows and the time is right, it will eradicate Wushuang City, which is on equal footing with it, and annex the martial arts world.
It is said that the mouths of these three hundred sub-altars are all built towards the main altar, just like the main altar of Tianshan where all ministers worship, and the first floor in the world on the main altar.
This is the tallest building in the world. It is three stories high and can be called majestic. It is located at the highest point of the Tianshan Mountains and soars into the sky. If you are inside, you can overlook the vast land and dominate the world.
With such a posture, among the ordinary beings in the world, who can match it?
——Xiongba!
The leader of the world, hegemony.
Only this person can be matched.
This domineering leader of the male gang is standing on the railing of the first floor in the world, with his hands behind his back, overlooking all the living beings in the world. He was wearing a purple satin brocade robe with nine swimming dragons embroidered with gold threads. They spread their teeth and danced their claws, coiling up like nine dragons protecting themselves. His body is tall and burly, his face is majestic, and his eyebrows are as long as swords. Wherever he stands, he gives people a feeling of dominance.
It is as if this person was born to dominate all living beings and rule the world.
"Isn't Jinling like an object in the pond? It turns into a dragon when it encounters wind and clouds. Clay Bodhisattva, Clay Bodhisattva, you said that I can transform into a dragon in the nine heavens when I encounter wind and cloud, and the whole world will trample under my feet. But the wind has no form, and the clouds have no form. Impermanence, where are the storms?”
After admiring the scenery of Tianshan Mountain for a moment, Xiong Ba turned around and walked into the building to deal with important gang matters.
Before dealing with important matters, he glanced at the panic list next to him, which was causing a stir in the world.
Originally he scoffed at such so-called rumors, but suddenly he became interested and casually unfolded the panic list.
The first surprise was Tianxiahui.
Looking at the text description on the panic list, a smile appeared on the corner of Xiong Ba's mouth.
But soon, the smile froze.
Not only did it condense, but it was also covered with a layer of ice.
The ten-year Universiade, is it just like what was said on the panic list: "After ten years, the grand ambition to dominate is just a handful of loess."
Xiong Ba was furious in an instant. With a "bang" sound, he slapped his palm heavily on the sunken wooden table, which suddenly shattered into pieces.
"Gang leader, calm down, gang leader... I wonder who made the gang leader so angry?"
A man in yellow clothes and a high crown hurriedly walked into it.
He was holding a fan in his hand, wearing daughter-like blush, and wearing a funny and flattering smile. He was none other than Xiongba's personal attendant and the steward of Tianxiahui - Wen Chou Chou.
"roll!!"
Xiongba flicked his sleeves, and powerful and violent energy swept out.
Wen Chou Chou spurted blood and rolled out as expected.
…
And the person who became furious because of the panic was not the only one who was dominated by Xiongba.
In an ice cave, ten thousand years of mysterious ice are frozen.
A piece of ice suddenly exploded, and a figure stepped out of it. The ice covered his face, and his aura was like a god or a demon.
"Damn it!! The Fourteenth Panic! Don't let me know who you are, otherwise you will be taught that life is worse than death!"
This person is none other than Emperor Shitian, the Lord of Tianmen.
This old monster who has lived for more than a thousand years originally wanted to be an old silver coin, but now his background is known to the world.
It's okay to be known to the world, he is happy to be worshiped by others. But the Panic List said that his martial arts skills were limited, and also wrote about his defeat by Wu Wudi.
And the last six words "ridiculous, pathetic, deplorable" made him extremely angry, and the state of mind he had practiced for thousands of years was easily broken.
Emperor Shitian's expression changed uncertainly.
He was certain that the so-called "I" in the fourteenth panic was the one who compiled this list of panics.
He is God.
If anyone dared to offend the majesty of heaven, he would have killed him long ago, or he would have made him into a mindless "god beast". But after being furious, Emperor Shaktian hesitated.
Because the existence on the panic list did make him panic.
It turned out that there were so many masters in this world, especially Xiao Sanxiao who had lived longer than him, which almost made his hair stand on end.
After all, longevity is his greatest asset.
But this capital disappeared in front of Xiao Sanxiao.
And that fourteenth panic, that simple "I", is it like Xiao Sanxiao, an old monster who has lived for a thousand years, or is it like Tong Wu Wudi, a peerless warrior with extraordinary talents?
I'm scared.
Emperor Shitian was frightened.
But not really timid.
"Ice King, help me find out who compiled the Panic List."
"Brother Shen!"
"Um!"
When Shen Changqing walks on the road, whenever he encounters familiar people, he will say hello or nod to each other.
But no matter who it is.
There was no unnecessary expression on everyone's face, as if they were indifferent to everything.
To this.
Shen Changqing has become accustomed to it.
Because this is the Demon Suppression Division, an organization that maintains the stability of the Qin Dynasty. Its main responsibility is to kill monsters and monsters. Of course, there are also some other side jobs.
It can be said.
Everyone in the Demon Suppression Division has a lot of blood on their hands.
When a person is used to seeing life and death, he will become indifferent to many things.
When he first came to this world, Shen Changqing was a little uncomfortable, but he got used to it over time.
The Demon-Suppressing Division is huge.
Those who can stay in the Demon Suppressing Division are all powerful masters, or those who have the potential to become masters.
Shen Changqing belongs to the latter.
Among them, the Demon Suppressor Division is divided into two professions, one is the Guardian Envoy and the other is the Demon Slayer.
Anyone who enters the Demon Suppression Department starts from the lowest level as a demon slayer.
Then he will be promoted step by step, and he is expected to eventually become a guardian envoy.
Shen Changqing's predecessor was a trainee demon slayer in the Demon Suppression Division, and he was also the lowest level among the demon slayers.
Possessing the memory of a previous life.
He is also very familiar with the environment of the Demon Suppression Division.
It didn't take long for Shen Changqing to stop in front of a loft.
Unlike other places in the Demon Suppressing Division that were full of chills, the attic here seemed to stand out from the crowd, showing a different kind of tranquility in the bloody Demon Suppressing Division.
At this time, the attic door was open, and occasionally people came in and out.
Shen Changqing only hesitated for a moment before stepping in.
Enter the attic.
The environment changes in vain.
The fragrance of ink mixed with the faint smell of blood hit his face, making him frown instinctively, but then relaxed it quickly.
There is almost no way to cleanse away the smell of blood on everyone in the Demon-Suppressing Division.
