There is a place where rivers and rivers are flowing endlessly, and there is a middle-aged man sitting on the rocks on the bank, with a calm face, dignified appearance, wearing a purple-blue robe, his clear eyes are full of waves, and his ears are listening to the sound of the water that leads to the moat of Chongguang City, sighing lightly with guilt, making him begin to remember the scenery of people passed down from mouth to mouth, but he has been sitting here for a long, long time, and he has not moved all day long.

It was noon, and the water reflected his fair face, and the river wind hunted and ruffled his green hair that he didn't care about.

The middle-aged man in purple and blue clothes often haunts this area, where there are many riverside barriers, ups and downs, and generally inaccessible, but he is willing to stay in this boring place, in addition to meditating and pranayama seriously, he often looks at the opposite side of the water and the sky, and the smoke and waves, and sometimes he is distracted.

"The air is settled, and the sleeves are buried in the storm. ”

The middle-aged man with a high hair muttered to himself, on his right hand, that is, in the west direction, the sea touched the downstream of the Fengjian Sea, and the sea water was surging, and it was an inland sea in the land. His left hand is different, there are two tributaries, one meandering and unchanged to the south, is the only Han realm Celestial Dynasty and the Jin Emperor Mingbang dividing line, called the Dudi River, and the lower reaches of the Fengjian Sea. The other branch is to go straight to the north of the Central Plains, the momentum is magnificent, named the Delos River, there were two masters in the river decisive battle, drowned a lot of civilians, people and gods are angry.

The surging atmosphere is stable, and the sleeves and arms are buried in the storm.

After the middle-aged man sighed, he stood up, then sat down with his back to the river, looked at the sparse farmhouse in the distance in front of him, and suddenly tilted his head slightly, facing the restless plane of the living water at the source of the Luo River, and a young man with good facial features who was not wearing a shirt was lying on the restless water surface, and then said with a little surprise: "The water is boiling?"

The water of that deep pool was very turbulent, and it made a loud noise, and the rocks stirred up several layers of foam, but what was surprising was that the cold river water flowing down from the self-styled sword sea was boiling at this moment.

The white air rising from the Delos River and the white smoke billowing from the water surface were mixed together, and the temperature on the slightly cold river bank was much warmer, and even the middle-aged people in purple and blue clothes meditating on the rocks noticed the increase in temperature.

The middle-aged man was not familiar with the young man floating on the water, but he only knew that when he was meditating and pranayama facing the sea, the young man behind him came over to ask a few gossips, and then he heard the sound of water suddenly louder than usual. Now when the middle-aged man faces the mainland and has his back to the sea, he realizes that he has jumped into the river, and the river is inexplicably boiling exaggeratedly.

The middle-aged man didn't think much about what caused the river to boil, and a green shadow rushed over in the distance, with a terrifying murderous aura, and the sword was whistling in the wind, pointing directly at his own heart, which was sinister.

The middle-aged man who was sitting slightly distracted raised his eyebrows slightly, Wu Xi had already noticed that a cold and murderous sword was coming, and his right hand was raised with a thunderbolt that he couldn't see, and his two fingers caught a white and cold sword body.

The attacker was a man in Tsing Yi, who was so angry that he pushed the sword with one hand that could no longer be pushed, gritting his teeth, and his eyes completely burst with hatred and anger. The tip of the sword was only half an inch close to the heart of the middle-aged man in purple and blue, and he once again poured into the sharp weapon, but he couldn't compete with it.

"Dang!"

The two fingers of the middle-aged man holding the sword body only moved slightly, and the long sword made a crisp sound, which broke into two when it landed, and there was another shock, and the sneak attack of the man in Tsing Yi only felt the strong wind blowing on his body, and his eyes were subconsciously closed.

The man in Tsing Yi fell twenty paces away, slammed into the hard gravel, and puffed out blood.

Holding the broken sword against the uneven rock, trembling and standing up, the man in Tsing Yi said abruptly: "Xiong Dongpei, you have to die for thousands of innocent people in Luodu." ”

The man in purple and blue clothes who was pointed at by the broken sword was slightly stunned, Luodu, a name that was familiar to him five hundred years ago, was a little surprised to be mentioned by a young man today, but he still issued a warning as it should be.

"Only use the broken sword as a warning, and then stab, and leave no life. ”

The young man's name is Wan Jin, his real name is slaughtered, and the Tu Su family of Yuelai Sword Furnace is in the same vein, his ancestor Tu will be mixed in Luodu in the future, and the gold treasure mountain accumulates, but the good times will not last long.

Five hundred years ago, a flood caused by a duel between the masters in Luodu caused a large number of civilians to lose their homes, and the slaughterhouse of the grandson of Tu in the future was displaced at that time, and the hatred of the destruction of Wanguan's family wealth was all wronged by the two of them, and before he died in the bloody slaughterhouse, he told his grandson to slaughter Xue Hate by the bedside, and he must find the two culprits, and return blood for blood, in order to sacrifice the spirit of the ancestors in the sky.

It has been seven generations since the Tu Duan generation, and when he came back to Luodu, he had changed his name to Chongguang City, and secretly heard that the Tu family had a vein that did not die in the flood, and after looking for it, he found that the person's name was Tu Su, with an average temperament and considerable talent, but he found that he had no ambition when he came into contact.

However, Tu Duan knew that his mission was to fight against the two major cultivators, so he defected to the Sword Sect to practice swordsmanship and cultivation, changed his name to Wan Jin, and became the second generation disciple of the Sword Sect.

Wan Jin inquired from the tone of Hao Yunxiao, the holy aunt of the Hao clan, that Chongxuan Ang had already died, and Ling Xumen Ao Wutian had also died one after another, which made him lose the opportunity to avenge his ancestors all of a sudden. With the clues given by the Holy Aunt, the fall and disappearance of Ling Xumen have been confirmed by him, and Chong Xuanang's apprentice is still alive, which is Xiong Dongpei in front of him.

At present, the goal of revenge is superb, and it is an existence that cannot be shaken. Looking at the broken sword head thrown by the other party, I had mixed feelings in my heart, I took revenge as my responsibility since I was a child, and it took a lot of effort to get a good sword, and it was twisted off like this.

He was indignant, and under the disparity in strength, he still chose to pick up the broken sword and leave disheartened.

Xiong Dongpei looked at the distant Qingying, sighed helplessly, looked at the boiling water in the Delos River, and muttered: "The hatred of several generations, like this inexplicable river, is still boiling, is it caused by the blood of young people?

Halfway through, he said in a deep voice: "Come out! Through a layer of gauze, you can't hide after all." ”

"There is no wind and no waves, how can you add fuel to the waves?" A woman walked slowly behind a big tree not far away, she was dressed in jewel blue clothes, carrying a long sword on her back, her face was delicate, her body was slightly petite, and there was a bit of heroic spirit under her eyebrows, and she walked out of the rare woods in this area and came to Xiong Dongpei.

"You're the one who started it, right?" Xiong Dongpei looked at the girl in blue, and his tone was not intimidating, and his words were full of blame.

The girl in blue smiled coldly, and said slightly: "In the next Haoyun Night, see the male senior." Seeing that the other party exhaled lightly, she didn't reply directly, and confessed: "That person is indeed my intentional arrangement, I hope the seniors will not be surprised." ”

"There's no sincerity, it's okay, don't worry about you female doll, let's say, what's the matter here. "Xiong Dongpei went straight to the road.

"I also came here with a mission from 500 years ago, and I hope that my predecessors will forgive me. "Haoyunxiao is straightforward.

Xiong Dongpei felt the fluctuation of killing intent, but he was full of indifference, turned around and approached the boiling river, looking at the river water filtered out of the quite high place could not wash away the young man in the water. said: "Five hundred years, your Hao people still hold grudges, when is the time to repay grievances, the big waves sweep the sand and pass away." If you really want to be an enemy of my Xiong Dongpei, it will be your Hao clan's martial arts genius, young Yanjun, who will be lost. "He has a lot of confidence in his quality.

Hao Yunxiao, who also recognized this, also followed his direction, and with a slight glance of his eyes, he was surprised to find that deep below the source of the Delos River, there was a young man lying on the surface of the river, letting the boiling and steaming river wash away, no matter how fierce and inexplicable the water flowing down was, it could not affect the position of the human body with his face facing the sky and his body in big characters, and the turbulent water just made his body rise and fall. She hurriedly lowered her head slightly and hugged her fists and said: "Senior Xiong, you have misunderstood, we have already let go of hatred, but I heard that Senior Xiong is not a person who calms things down." ”

Xiong Dongpei said: "Little girl, you go back and tell Hao Jingnan that I will never rely on the Qi Divine Fist to have hostility towards you to cut the grass and eradicate the roots, and strike first, besides, when the master fought the decisive battle with Ao Wutian, he had already informed all the people in Luodu, and the reason why you couldn't hear the good words at the beginning was not because I saw that my master was a person from the Ming State of the Golden Emperor, and it was not enough to believe it, so it caused a big disaster." He closed his eyes and exhaled softly, a sigh of regret.

"We know that Xiong is not such a person. Haoyun said.

"Then your Hao clan is still making a big fuss, and you have to find the old enemy five hundred years ago. Xiong Dongpei asked.

"Generally speaking, the comprehensive strength of our Hao clan is very strong, and it is on a par with other traces, Fu and Wei clans. Of course, we know the kindness of the old-timers, but the arrogant descendants of Ling Xumen, we will never let it go easily. "Haoyun night cut the railway.

This sentence made Xiong Dongpei a little surprised, not to find himself to avenge the flooding of Luodu, but to be arrogant and lawless who had no one in his eyes and challenged the hegemony of all parties everywhere. He clenched his fists, his bones gurgled, and he gritted his teeth and said, "Although I also hate arrogance and lawlessness for killing my master, it has nothing to do with his descendants, why are you doing this?"

"Senior Xiong, you people of the Golden Emperor Ming State worship martial artists, and the same is true of our Han Realm, but our family also worships one thing - water...... Yee...... Lin. Haoyunxiao said smoothly in the front, but slowed down in the back.

"Water Qilin?" Xiong Dongpei pondered slightly, and then suddenly came to his senses: "Do you want to capture the descendants of Ling Xumen and sacrifice to the Water Qilin, so that your faith can be unswerving?"

"The flood of the year, a lot of people died, with three points of the family thought that the water unicorn was a disaster, so there were a lot of people who ran away from the family, although we knew that the flood was man-made, but it could not be proven, so the ancestors passed down the regulations, and did everything possible to the descendants of Lingxumen to sacrifice the water unicorn, and got the relief and recognition of each room...... "Haoyunxiao went straight to the point.