The blue sky was clear, and the wind and sun were beautiful, but then the wind was blowing and the thunder was rolling. Pen ~ fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info saw that the sea and the sky were on the line, and the two figures of one red and one white were entangled vertically and horizontally, from far to near.

At this time, at high in the air, two figures, one white and one red, were fighting fiercely, and the two of them were moving rapidly, and where they passed, the wind was howling, and there was no grass, and it was a mess. Even the originally thick earth was caused by the astonishing cultivation of the two of them.

At this time, the two of them fought hard for a few moves, and they both flew back. I saw that the red and white figures were surrounded by two rays of light, one red and one white, which were very dazzling, making people unable to see their true faces.

At this time, the white figure did not panic at all, and flicked the sword in his hand, and then put his hand behind him, indescribably chic and casual. On the other hand, the red figure was panting sharply at this time, and even the blood-red battle axe in his hand was split in half. At this time, blood was flowing down his arm.

"You and I have been at war for many years, and today is your time of death, and I am the true master of this heavenly land. The white-clothed figure glanced at the black figure faintly and said majestically.

"If you don't fight until the last minute, it's too early to win. The red figure snorted coldly, although it was very embarrassed, but it was still domineering.

"Without further ado, come on, decades of grievances should be broken today. The white figure seemed to have a trace of impatience, and after speaking, he directly swung his sword and rushed towards the red figure. But he didn't notice that a sly smile suddenly appeared on the corner of the red figure's mouth.

The white figure's imaginary death blow did not come, and the long sword easily pierced through the red figure's body, bringing up a black blood flower. The white figure seemed to be a little puzzled, and he didn't expect that he would win so easily at this moment.

"Aha, do you think you've won?" the red figure slowly stepped back, causing the long sword to slowly pull out of its body. At this time, the black blood kept spilling, but the red figure seemed to be unaware of it, looking up to the sky and laughing wildly.

"You... The white figure looked at each other suspiciously.

"Haha, in this life, I know that I am destined to be unable to defeat you, you pretentious and sanctimonious person. In the name of slaying demons and destroying demons, he has been brutally killing our people for decades. I'm not as good as you, but you think you can beat me so easily? Although the red figure was seriously injured, it seemed to be very proud at this time.

At this time, the white figure suddenly looked at the sword in his hand in fear, only to see that the originally golden divine sword trembled sharply, as if it was very uncomfortable. Gradually, the dazzling golden light faded, replaced by the strange blood red. "You, what the hell have you done?" the white figure suddenly had an ominous premonition.

"Haha, you, a rising junior, how do you know that our clan has a thousand-year-old heritage. The red figure looked up to the sky and laughed wildly: "You only have a lifespan of hundreds of years at most, and I know that I am not your opponent in this life, but I have used my Jiuli demon blood to put that immortal curse on you." ”

"Your descendants, your heirs, and your inheritors, will be influenced by my demon blood for thousands of generations. Holding your so-called divine sword, you are controlled by its mind, and you become cruel and murderous, and you will not tolerate heaven and earth. The red figure gritted his teeth and said: "I want your children and grandchildren, future generations, and future generations to enjoy the feeling of being a public enemy in this world, haha." ”

"Hmph, do you think I'm going to believe you? The white figure said this, but anyone could hear a hint of uneasiness in his voice.

"Haha, the sanctimonious people are still deceiving themselves now. Our people have dominated the world for thousands of years, and if they are defeated today, he will surely come back one day, regain control of all things in this heaven and earth, and be the master of this heaven and earth. The red figure said proudly.

"With my soul scattered, I will never enter reincarnation, in exchange for the destiny of my clan for thousands of years, and my luck will be added. Our people have been born in the sky for thousands of generations and are admired by others. And your descendants are destined to be exterminated by our clan for thousands of generations, despised by the world, and everything you do is against the sky, happy, happy, hahaha. After speaking, ignoring the angry expression of the white figure, the red figure exploded in the air and turned into the rain of blood.

At this time, his battle axe, which was originally blood-red and broken, gradually emitted a golden light, turning into a golden divine sword. As if it had spirituality, it broke through the sky and disappeared without a trace.

At this time, the words of the black figure seemed to echo in the air: "Our clan has been born with the sky for thousands of generations, and your descendants and younger generations have done everything against the sky, happy, happy." ”

The white figure watched this great enemy of life turn into a rain of blood in front of him, but he could no longer raise a trace of the joy of the victor in his heart.

At this time, the light dissipated, and I saw that the white figure was a burly and majestic middle-aged man. At this time, his eyebrows were tightly locked, and his eyebrows were full of melancholy. He looked down at the long sword that had turned blood-red, sighed helplessly, and immediately stepped into the clouds.

At this time, there was only one sigh left in the air: "The gods and demons have been fighting for decades, and their souls have been scattered for thousands of years." The reincarnation of good and evil is the reincarnation of heaven, and the nine turns of fate are thousands of eons. ”

Spring goes to the summer solstice, summer passes and autumn comes. Fallen leaves cover snow, snow melts and flowers bloom. Time flies, thousands of years are fleeting, thousands of years are like a flick of a finger, and how many births, old age, sickness and death, flowers and flowers bloom.

The Mandate of Heaven is ethereal, Shuntian, against the sky, what is right, what is evil, the mandate of heaven restricts everything with its own will, and it thinks it is right, and it is for the ideal in the heart to change the destiny, is it against the sky? Shuntian may not exist, and it should be laughed at against the sky, who is like me, and the sword points to the waves of the world.

Thousands of years have passed in a flash, and the legend of a sword and a sword has gradually appeared on the rivers and lakes. The cold-blooded sword, the ruthless sword, will always set off a bloody storm whenever it appears in the rivers and lakes. Yanyun Knife, the blade of justice, whenever a cold-blooded sword appears in the martial arts, it will appear silently to prevent the cold-blooded sword from causing disaster to the martial arts.

The rivers and lakes are surging, and one by one the masters are famous all over the world. The rising stars are also like the carp that crosses the river, and there are countless of them. If there has been no real showdown, who can be called the best in the world? Who can be the invincible in the world?

The top of Mount Tai.

"Xuanyuan, you are a disaster for the martial arts, you think you are invincible in the world, today I will get rid of you, the scum of the martial arts, for the martial arts of the world. "The one who spoke was a young man in gold, he held a golden knife in his hand, righteous and awe-inspiring, so not majestic.

"Hahaha, the old man has been dominating the world for decades and has not tasted defeat. On that day, the enemy destroyed me all over the house, and who said a fair word for me? Becoming a king and defeating a thief, the cycle of heavenly principles, everything still has to rely on strength to speak. The person who spoke was a middle-aged man in white, who was holding a blood-red sword, his eyes were red, and he was full of murderous intent.

"The cold-blooded sword is a disaster for everyone, and you Xuanyuan is desperate and murderous, and the sky can't tolerate you. ”

"Since the heavens have abandoned me, why should I serve the heavens? The way of heaven and the way of heaven, since there is no way, what does it matter if I go against this heaven and earth?" Xuanyuan raised his sword to the sky, and his momentum was shocking.

"Xuanyuan, you scum. Killing martial arts, you can't die well. ”

"Xuanyuan, return my master's life. You've killed so many people, and you're trying to go against the sky. ”

"Holding the cold-blooded evil sword in your hand, you public enemy of martial arts, today under the leadership of the Yanyun Sword Master, we will definitely break you to pieces. The shouting and scolding everywhere came and went, as if this Xuanyuan was something that everyone wanted to get rid of quickly.

Xuanyuan Jue held the cold-blooded sword in his hand, ignoring the shouting and scolding around him, and proudly rushed into the crowd led by the golden-clothed young man...

Suddenly, there was a scream from the top of the mountain...

No one knows the outcome of that battle, and after the first battle, two people, a sword and a sword, have never appeared on the rivers and lakes again. The others who participated in this battle all died on the top of Natai Mountain. The corpses on the top of Mount Tai are all over the field, and there are stumps and broken arms all over the ground, but there is no Xuanyuan Jue, and the corpse of the golden-clothed young man.

There are many rumors about them in the rivers and lakes, some people say that the young man defeated that Xuanyuan Jue, and killed him, and disappeared from the rivers and lakes with a sword and a sword. Some people also say that Xuanyuan killed the young man, and he felt that no one in the world could fight with him, so he was disheartened and retired to the mountains and forests. Some people say that they all perished together, and that a sword accompanied them into the abyss and did not see the light of day. But no one knows the real reason, they are like a meteor that passes through the sky, quietly disappearing in the world.

Xuanyuan is absolutely invincible all over the world, but is it really invincible? The rivers and lakes are so big, the real masters, the masters outside the world, are always unknown. Just like this young man with the Yanyun Knife, although no one knows where he came from, he is indeed a master comparable to Xuanyuan. Some masters see through the red dust, some masters do not admire fame and fortune, and some masters pursue the way of heaven, but those who live in seclusion are undeniably the masters of the real masters.

For hundreds of years, there have been many talents in the rivers and lakes, many sects, and the martial arts that were killed by Xuanyuan have gradually recovered a thriving scene. For hundreds of years, the cold-blooded sword never appeared in the rivers and lakes again, and similarly, the Yanyun Sword also disappeared. The matter of Xuanyuan has also been gradually forgotten by the people, accompanied by the legend of the cold-blooded clouds that are gradually passing away.

The martial arts have been chaotic for thousands of years, and generation after generation of masters have emerged in an endless stream, and they have been glorious for half a lifetime. However, no matter how old he looked, no matter how he moved the Quartet back then, in the end it was just a bowl of loess. In fact, the highest martial arts in martial arts is not people, but time.

The rivers and lakes are changing, people are also changing, and a new generation is replacing the old. In the past hundred years, the world's first has emerged, and the world's first ones have gradually ended one by one and returned to dust.

Xuanyuan is destined to be just a passer-by in the martial arts of that era, and the people of the rivers and lakes have been talking about it after tea and dinner in the past few years. But there is one person, his name, who is immortalized in martial arts, and he is the protagonist of our story.

Right and wrong, success or failure of good and evil have always been measured by the standard of success or defeat. How many people can know the true good and evil except themselves? A thousand-year-old battle of fate, who will reach the top in this life? And our story will unfold here.