Sword comes - slay demons and eliminate demons

Spring is blooming, and the earth is recovering. The Huaxia region is busy. It's the mating season of animals again, and the insects, rats, snakes, and ants are ready to move, and the ghosts and spirits are cowering.

Hundreds of millions of light-years away, on Earth No. 2, a group of masked people walked in the depths of the deserted Gobi Desert, walking hurriedly. An earthy hut that can only be seen within a hundred steps. A gust of wind blew, and a gate-sized door opened at the right time, and a gatekeeper dressed in black beckoned to the visitors, and a group of mermaids entered. The exhaust of this gust of wind blew by, and the small gate closed again. Outside the door, there was still a gust of wind howling, like a wave that never stopped.

More than a dozen masked men whispered around a long, rudimentary wooden table. The owner of the hut sat at one end of the long wooden table, frowning as he listened to the crowd whispering to chatter. Suddenly, the big hand waved, fell, and slapped on the table. The palms of the hands, the wooden table collided in pairs, and the dull sound of the wooden table echoed in the room under the shock, and the large and long wooden table was dusty. The man who owned the house was a bald man who uttered a series of wow wow wow sounds, which was not the lingua franca of China, but the dialect of the Western Regions. The gist of it is: Damn, don't fight, the order from above is very clear, we just need to follow it, and we must take it by surprise, create a deterrent, and show the holy power of our religion. Then more than a dozen people met to discuss, and no one knew what earth-shattering action a group of people in the Western Regions were planning.

A thunderbolt pierced the sky of this distant frontier. The thunder was one after the other, and the rumbling sound was deafening, and the sky was clear just now, and now it was already dark clouds. In the border area, it is rare to thunder in a year, and this spring thunderstorm is rare in a century. The thunder sound penetrates the world, penetrates the eardrums, goes straight to the heart, and the five ghosts retreat. Mortals were all frightened, and saw the young child crying, the child and the child hiding in the corner, and the old man with a chest and dizziness. The drifting rain fell from the sky, as if God had left sad tears.

The rain was pouring down, the wind was howling, and the scene was a picture of ghosts crying and wolves; the adult men were thoughtful, the women were reciting the scriptures, and the old men in the sixtieth year were frowning and smoking dry cigarettes; only half-grown little children were playing in the rain, and the newborn calves were never afraid of tigers.

Before the rain falls, all kinds of small animals, chickens fly and dogs jump, swallows fly low, and ants move. It was the heavy rain that was about to destroy the city, and the storm that descended on the cicada prophet.

A few days later, in the evening, the sunset was like fire, and it hung red in the sky. A red sun was about to set, and it seemed like a sleepy child yawning and crumbling. There is a small town in the distant border pass called Jiangjia Town. There are 300 households in the town, and every household is surnamed Jiang, which is a veritable town of the Jiang family. It is said that Jiangjia Town has a history of 600 years. Jiangjia Town lives by the water, a clear stream flows for many years, and the creek also has a name because of the establishment of Jiangjia Town, called ginger water.

The source of ginger water is in a small basin surrounded by mountains on three sides, and it is said that it is surrounded by mountains on three sides, but in fact, this mountain is a hill, and it is bare only gravel. The source is a clear spring, two or three acres large, bottomless. This is the holy spring of Jiangjia Town, and every major festival, the residents of Jiangjia Town will come here to worship and pray for blessings. This spring water is warm in winter and cool in summer, nourishing ginger water for hundreds of years, nurturing the people of Jiangjia Town, and never stopping. Accompanied by the holy spring is an old Bodhi tree, this Bodhi tree has a radius of ten acres, can be called the Bodhi holy tree, people stand under the tree, it can be said to be a true portrayal of covering the sky and the sun.

A legend known only to Jiangjiazhen is a household name, it is said that Jiangjiazhen has a guardian saint who has protected the peace of Jiangjiazhen from the chaos of war for generations.

Jiangjia Town is located three miles downstream of the holy spring, and it is built according to ginger water. On this Gobi Desert, Jiangjia Town is like a paradise, the pearl of the desert. It's so eye-catching, so different, it's mouth-watering. The people of Jiangjia Town are almost isolated from the world, living a small life of self-sufficiency, and living at sunrise.

The vegetation of Jiangjia Town is no different from that of the south of the Yangtze River, and it is rare to see it in the vast yellow sand within a radius of thousands of miles. So that this painting will not be abandoned, or even sprung up, and has some unique charm. A young woman, holding a paintbrush in her hand, rises and falls on the easel, and with the help of a cup of tea, a green and vibrant painting jumps onto the paper.

This literary and artistic young man is named Zhou Qing, and I don't know where she learned that there is such a paradise in the depths of the desert; literary and artistic hearts are strange, and she drove thousands of miles from the coastal metropolis to Jiangjia Town alone for half a month to collect wind and sketch. At this moment, Zhou Qing is writing in the backyard of an ordinary family in Jiangjia Town, she just came to Jiangjia Town yesterday and stayed here.

The male owner of this family is called Jiang Shuisheng, the husband and wife are loving, and they have a son and a daughter, the eldest son is called Jiang Xiaoma, and the younger daughter is called Jiang Ling'er. The family is harmonious, the mother is kind and the son is filial, which is a common family in Jiangjia Town. The hostess was busy in the kitchen, and her husband and son had just returned home from a few miles of work in a cotton field. Shui Sheng packed up his clothes and went to help his wife cook, and as usual, let Pony be responsible for finding his sister home for dinner, Pony Man is handsome, more than seven feet, twenty-nine years old, it is the years when love flowers bloom. Sneaking a glance at the literary young woman in the backyard, he smirked and walked in the direction of the holy spring and the holy tree. Walk all the way through the streets of the town, greeting acquaintances who have met. Smoke rises from the neighbors, and the smell of food hits their faces, causing the ponies to scream. Humming a little tune in his mouth, he takes three steps and two steps to his destination.

To the east of the holy spring is the Bodhi tree, and to the east of the Bodhi tree there is a hut. The hut is not big, only two or three houses, there is a well in the northwest of the hut, there is a small fish pond in the west, and from the east to the southeast is a row of poplar trees, which have stood for hundreds of years. There are half acres of vegetable land in front of and behind the door of the hut, which is planted with all kinds of melons, fruits, grains, flowers and trees, which can be said to be the standard configuration of every household in Jiangjia Town. The owner of the cottage was a man of expectation. This man seems to have been accompanied by the holy spring and the sacred tree since ancient times! No one in Jiangjia Town knows his name, he is more than seven feet tall and straight as a pine. With white hair but a crystal color, a wrinkled face but a smile on his face, this nameless old man has a loving face, like this spring, the breeze blows on his face. Such a kind and strange man, it is not enough to describe it if it is not a combination of Qian and Kun. The nameless old man is not sad, angry, arguing, or mad, whether you come or not, he is there, whether you read it or not, he is still there. The Nameless Old Man is a living history book, the story can be written in five cars, and the emotions overflow the cabin.

How could such a strange person not attract the people of Jiangjiazhen to get close to him. Children in open crotch pants play with the elderly in groups almost every day, listening to the old man's bizarre stories. The residents of Jiangjia Town grew up in the baptism of stories of nameless old people when they were children. Today, the old man told the story of an underground demon. Three men, four women and seven children listened with relish and lingered. The sunset reflected on the young faces, and the faces of several curious babies reflected the light of hope.

In the distance, the pony sees a group of children squatting on a small bench, listening to the nameless old man tell a story.

"Ling'er, let's go home for dinner!" the pony man came before he arrived.

"Got it, brother!" Jiang Ling'er's ethereal voice came.

The pony came to the hut and respectfully greeted the nameless old man, "Hello Grandpa Jiang!"

"The ponies are coming. The nameless old man nodded. "The little babies are all gone, it's time to go home for dinner. The nameless old man spoke.

"Goodbye Grandpa Jiang!" "See you tomorrow Grandpa Jiang!" The milky children reluctantly waved goodbye to the nameless old man. The pony politely says goodbye to the nameless old man and takes his sister's hand and walks home. A group of children follow the pony, and it seems that an old hen leads a chick.

The nameless old man's hut is getting farther and farther away, Jiangjia Town is getting closer and closer, and a few bare-bottomed children can't bear the hunger, scrambling to run to the town, not to mention that they are going home late, I'm afraid that the butt will have to accept the love of their parents' palms, and the dust stirred up on the road will fly wantonly. Jiang Ling'er also mischievously wanted to sit on the pony's shoulder and feel the fun of riding high.

Ling'er rode on the pony's shoulder, and the two little hands held the big hand, and the pony galloped up, making her sister rattle and laugh. A group of people walked halfway down the road, and gradually a rumbling sound sounded in the distance, as if a muffled thunder came.

The sound grew closer, and a moment later, thirteen horses appeared a few hundred paces away. On horseback, thirteen men with fierce faces galloped towards them. The person who came was none other than the terrifying cold-blooded Thirteen Eagles of the Demon Sect. Unbeknownst to the ponies, the pony and the seven children also greet a group of people.

The cold-blooded Thirteen Eagles whispered a few words, and one of them shouted, which translated into Chinese means: I come. It was the cold-blooded Thirteen Eagles who were at the end, and I saw him open his mouth and lick the wide saber blade in his hand. With a clamp on the back of the horse, he smirked and rushed towards the pony and the others. The rest of the Twelve Eagles sat on horseback with a playful laugh, waiting to see a good show.

Halfway through the cold-blooded Thirteen Eagles, the wide saber in his hand reflected the red light of the setting sun on the pony's face and eyes. The pony immediately realizes that something is wrong and yells, "Run, it's a horse thief." "A group of people sensed danger and fled in all directions in terror. But it was too late, the cold-blooded thirteen eagles came in an instant, the swords opened and closed widely, and then with one stroke, under the two knives, two bloody lights flew into the sky, and two screams came from the mouths of Xiao Ma and Jiang Ling'er. As a result, Jiang Ling'er's left arm had been cut off by the cold-blooded Thirteen Eagles, and the blood was gushing out. And the other knife made a child separate his head on the spot, and he didn't have time to scream, the child's name was Jiang Daniu.

"Ling'er!! are you alright?" the pony burst into tears.

"I'm fine, brother. Xiao Ling'er gritted her teeth and insisted, "Brother, don't cry, you run!" Ling'er comforted her brother.

The scene was so tragic that the smell of blood was permeating, and the cold-blooded thirteen eagles laughed wildly when they saw this scene. "Some played. The Thirteenth Eagle, the Cold-Blooded Eagle, raised his saber again.

"I'm fighting with you. Jiang Xiaoma was filled with grief and anger. Pull out the one-inch waist knife he carried with him, and head towards the culprit, there is a sentence that can describe this momentum: the wind is sluggish and the water is cold, and the strong man will never return once he is gone.

The cold-blooded Thirteen Eagles sneered and rode away against the ponies. At the time of the collision, the pony fell backwards to the ground, dodging the cold-blooded thirteen eagles' slashes, and the waist knife slashed and cut the calves of the cold-blooded thirteen eagles. This angered the cold-blooded thirteen eagles, turned the horse's head again, raised the saber, and slashed at the pony, the pony repeated the old tricks, but the cold-blooded thirteen eagles were not a simple role, leaned over and stabbed Huashan, and the pony's result was even more tragic than Jiang Da Niu, which was divided into two, and its shape could not bear to describe. Seeing such a situation, Jiang Linger finally cried bitterly. The sun had set, and darkness seemed to be coming immediately.

As a result, the pony, the cold-blooded Thirteen Eagles laughed even more wildly. But the cold-blooded Thirteen Eagles were not satisfied, and raised their sabers and slashed towards Jiang Ling'er. An eagle and a horse came to Jiang Ling'er at a gallop, and the saber was swung down, and a young life was about to fall? When the saber was three feet high from Jiang Ling'er, three sword qi broke through the air and struck the right hand, right foot, and forehead of the cold-blooded thirteen eagles respectively. The sabre of the cold-blooded thirteen eagles passed by Jiang Ling'er by a millimeter. The cold-blooded thirteen eagles had broken hands, left their feet, and died. There was a thick crack in the belly of the horse beneath him, and the horse fell to the ground, and soon died in a desperate situation.

A figure floated into the air, full of silver hair, gray temples, and a brow furrowed for the first time in decades. It was the master who emitted the three sword qis, the patron saint of Jiang Jiazhen, and the nameless old man. The nameless old man heard the screams and hurried over to the rescue, but he was still a step late.

"Cold-blooded Thirteen Eagles, you should die" The nameless old man is well-informed, and it is not unusual to know the Cold-blooded Thirteen Eagles. In this situation, the nameless old man finally changed his smile from the past and the past, and said through gritted teeth.

Seeing that the person who came could actually cross the void, the cold-blooded Twelve Eagles, who were as shrewd as a mouse, knew that they had kicked the iron plate, and they couldn't beat it. A clamp on the horse's back, a pull on the reins, running back, and not looking back, just now became a head rat.

"The sword comes. The nameless old man shouted. The hairpin on the head is unfolded, and the hairpin on the head leaves the hair in response, and 100,000 silver hairs are scattered on the front chest and back, dancing; the hairpin flies into the air, and suddenly becomes a short sword of more than one foot, emitting a strange light, and the sword body is engraved with two ancient Chinese characters, which are called Jinghong; the nameless old man turns his wrist, pinchs his fingers, grasps the void, and his arm is split from top to bottom.

"The light of the sword. Before the nameless old man's words fell, a shocking sword aura, several zhang wide and a hundred zhang long, condensed from mid-air, and then fell with a bang.

A dazzling light illuminates the night sky, what kind of sword is this! The light dispels the darkness, and the sky and the earth are vast. This is a sword that illuminates the future, this is a sword that has made a name for itself, this is a sword that has been passed down through the ages, and this is a sword that has been passed down through the ages. This sword, the sword qi is three hundred miles long, and one sword is cold in sixteen states. There is a poem as proof: the void holds through the underworld, and a sword comes to the heavens and the earth.

The cold-blooded Twelve Eagles, who had fled several miles away, were chopped into pulp, and a ravine several feet deep appeared on the ground. A stream of dust flies, and soon after it falls to the ground again, after all, it can't make too many waves; the cold-blooded thirteen eagles become dirt, and the so-called dust returns to dust. The sun went down and the sky was dark, but the moon on the fifteenth still illuminated all directions. There seemed to be a song echoing in my ears: "The light of righteousness shines on the earth ... ”

The nameless old man quickly flew to Jiang Ling'er's side, his fingers flew up and down, sealing the acupuncture points on Ling'er's arm and stopping the loss of blood. It even sent an aura to Jiang Ling'er, and at this time, Jiang Ling'er fainted because of excessive bleeding. The five children who ran not far away also ran back to see their companions, and they were sad and indignant when they saw what happened to Jiang Daniu, and they were even more frightened when they saw Jiang Xiaoma's tragic situation. Today's changes will forever be engraved in the hearts of the five children in Jiangjiazhen.

Since then, Jiangjiazhen has been covered with a layer of shadow and fog. The two families mourned their beloved son, and a sad atmosphere enveloped the entire Jiangjia Town.

The nameless old man was silent in thought, his heart was surging, and finally he learned from the pain and was determined to eradicate the main altar of the Demon Sect. Just as he was about to fly away, two figures flew in the distance, and the nameless old man had to stop.

"Senior brother!" a voice came, who could these two be.

Find out what happens next, and listen to the next breakdown.

Precisely:

Spring flowers bloom in the Chinese region, and the paradise hides in the western region;

Destiny is impermanent, and the nameless old man turns the tide.