Tianmen Pass.

For this bitterly cold northern region, there is hardly any warm sun after the autumn equinox, and the rest is either continuous autumn rain or bitterly cold, and now is the time.

At night, the cold winds of the border towns are particularly raging, and there are high mountains outside the pass, and the cold mountain winds come across the plains, and all of them sweep over the mottled city walls.

The gate of heaven at night is not like other prefectures and counties Goolan wine shops all night long, there is almost no business on the street after the two drums on the bridge floor, the red light and green tile Goolan Chu Hall is also the door closed, only the big red lanterns hanging outside are swaying in the wind, and the singing and dancing inside are no longer allowed outsiders to enter.

There are more than a dozen fire soldiers scattered around the city to patrol the streets and detain thieves in the autumn wind, and the Qin Guan army is strict in governing the army, and the soldiers are not allowed to take prostitutes, and they also attach great importance to the inspection in the city after nightfall.

Qin Guanjun ten people a fire, five fires for a team, two teams for a sentry, ten posts for a battalion, ten battalions for a regiment, Qin Guanjun a total of fifteen regiments, a total of 150,000 brave iron armor, the strength of the combat power can be called the crown of Qianyuan, Tianmen Pass guard general Qin Xiong warrior was born, under the Tianxuan ten first ranked second withered swordsman Zhang Wuhui, learned a heavy sword skills, when the country was in danger, abandoned the military to join the army to serve the country, ruined their good martial arts career, the broad sword in the hand weighed forty pounds, waved up to break the gold and cut the stone, the sword under the sword to cut the north of the generals innumerable.

There is a team of night watchmen on the city wall, warning the north outside the pass to wander in the night, the cold wind is whistling from the north, for these night vigil soldiers, compared with this tiring errand, the city patrol at night is comfortable, and occasionally you can also take a look at the beautiful scenery of the red light and green war, in this northern border to join the army in order to eat is really a fucking chore.

In the cold wind, a pitch-black crow hovered in the Tianmen Pass, without the slightest sound between the wings and the beating, under the black crow, a black figure hidden in the dark corner of the flickering and moving, avoiding countless night patrol soldiers, towards the direction of the towering city tower of the Tianmen Pass.

A wide courtyard under the Tianmen Gate Gate is close to the city wall, the ordinary two courtyards, there is no extravagant utensils, although it is already night, but the door of the house is still wide open, four majestic soldiers stand left and right, a group of majestic slaughtering scenes.

There is a corridor in the courtyard first, more than ten soldiers stand under the corridor, the second entrance is the residence of Qin Xiong, the guard of Tianmen Pass, there is a martial arts field of ten zhang square in the courtyard, the sword halberd in the martial arts field stands in a forest, and it is facing a wide wing room.

In front of the door of the wing room stood two soldiers with halberds, the wooden door was closed, the candle light was bright, a burly man in plain clothes sat on the ground, a bright silver heavy armor hung behind him, a low sandalwood square table in front of him, a candle lamp on the table, the big man held a piece of the art of war in one hand, and studied it carefully.

A cold wind whistled in the small courtyard, the candlelight fireworks on the square table shook slightly, and Qin Xiong, who was reading the military book, squinted at the flickering candle flame with cold eyes, and quietly reached out to hold the broadsword beside him.

Scold... Scold...

Two extremely subtle sounds sounded, and two extremely thin blood marks appeared between the necks of the two strong soldiers holding halberds in front of the door, and the blood slowly seeped out, and the two soldiers lost their lives without even the slightest change in their expressions.

Before the corpse fell, a thin figure in a black robe appeared in front of the door out of nowhere, silently, with black hair scattered, a red-eyed black crow on his shoulder, and his face was as pale as a ghost in the underworld.

In the room, Qin Xiong listened to the strange noise outside the room, his eyes suddenly cold, the broadsword in his hand moved violently, and it was picked out obliquely from the bottom to the top, and the light on the pitch-black broadsword rose sharply, and a pitch-black horse practice gushed out from the sword blade, and the horse practice was incomparably sharp, just one touch divided the sandalwood square table in front of him into two, and where the light passed, the bluestone on the ground left a deep sword mark and shot towards the door.

How could the wooden door withstand such a devastating and decaying fierce sword qi, it shattered in an instant, and the sword qi rushed straight towards the black-clothed Shen Anzhi, Shen Anzhi's miserable white cheeks rose with a hideous smile, and with a wave of his big sleeves, a gust of wind gushed out, counteracting the terrifying sword qi.

Shout......

From the courtyard there were more than a dozen dense piercing sounds of breaking the air, and more than a dozen cast-iron arrows tore through the night.

Shen Anzhi's miserable white palm suddenly clenched into a fist, and the qi in the courtyard was circulating, and the original dozen or so carved arrows that broke through the air seemed to be held together by an invisible big hand, and the roots were shattered.

There was a loud noise, the originally dark courtyard was brightly lit by dozens of tung oil torches, hundreds of elite soldiers with hard crossbows appeared from the dark corners, and the trees on the walls and the courtyard were full of strong bows and crossbows glowing with cold moonlight.

In the room, four or five Xiwu lieutenant generals from the rivers and lakes stood with Qin Xiong in their swords, Shen Anzhi looked at all the preparations in the small courtyard and laughed, laughing sharply and sharply: "Do you think that the soldiers in this courtyard can stop me?"

"Just try it. Qin Xiong's eyes were cold, the light of the broadsword in his hand flowed, and a fierce and vicious aura that had been refined from battlefield fighting rose up.

Shen Anzhi looked at the brave and reckless man who was ready to attack, and smiled even more, and sneered: "Zhang Wuhui has been immersed in sword intent all his life, but he has taught a reckless disciple who only knows how to study sword moves, and he doesn't know anyone, killing you today can be regarded as cleaning the portal for him." ”

"Shoot the arrows. A low roar sounded from nowhere, hundreds of soldiers and soldiers in the courtyard put their bows and crossbows in their hands, and the sound of breaking the air completely tore through the bitter cold silence of the night, and a gong sounded from the city wall, and thousands of soldiers ran out of the streets and alleys and rushed to the Commander's Palace.

Shen Anzhi's Yin Eagle only had Qin Xiong standing in the room, and he didn't pay much attention to the rain of arrows coming from the sky, and a burst of black mist gushed out from his sleeve, filling the small courtyard, and the strong bows and crossbows that were originally as fast as thunder lost their momentum as if they had entered a quagmire, and they fell to the ground one after another.

An extremely exquisite one-foot short dagger in Shen Anzhi's hand broke out of the air, and went straight to Qin Xiong's throat, the dagger speed was extremely fast, and it was in front of Qin Xiong in an instant, Qin Xiong didn't have time to react between the lightning and flint, and subconsciously raised the broadsword in his hand.

A sonorous sound of gold and iron handover filled the room, a sharp sound filled everyone's ears, deafening, the wide and heavy sword body could not resist the sharp edge of the short dagger at all, the thick sword body was broken into two, and the strong shock spread from Qin Xiong's hands all over the body, the tiger's mouth exploded, and a mouthful of blood gushed out.

The dagger that originally stabbed straight into the throat was blocked by the broadsword and changed direction slightly, stabbing straight into Qin Xiong's left shoulder.

Shen Anzhi waved horizontally in his palm, and the qi machine pulled the dagger to sweep towards Qin Xiong's neck, a short dagger was extremely sharp, sharpening iron like clay, if he cut his neck straight, Qin Xiong would not escape death.

In the corner outside the courtyard, a young and strong man held a yellow talisman, bit his fingertips, and smeared red blood on the top of the talisman, and suddenly swung it out.

Originally, the aura occupied by the black mist in the courtyard changed suddenly, a desolate sword intent erupted, the golden light of the Dao exploded in the dark night, the palm-sized yellow paper talisman hung in mid-air, and a burst of majestic sword intent gushed out from the talisman, the original thin black mist in the courtyard was just to resist the mosquito-like itchy soldier bow and crossbow, such a majestic sword intent could not resist at all, the black mist was instantly dispersed, and the desolate sword intent went straight to Shen An's back.

Shen Anzhi noticed that the surging sword intent had reached the point that his body had no time to react, and he was about to flee away with one foot on the ground, and the sword intent collided with Shen Anzhi, and a burst of dazzling light bloomed in the sky to illuminate the night sky.

In the bright light, Shen Anzhi spat blood from his mouth and fled away, his eyes were full of hatred, and he gritted his teeth and said:

"Zhang Wuhui, you have used fifteen years of cultivation to draw three Brahma sword talismans, how long can you protect him?"

Inside the Commander's Palace.

The gorgeous dagger fell in front of him without spiritual power control, Qin Xiong sat on the ground with the wound on his shoulder, looked at the golden light that gradually dissipated outside the courtyard and sighed, and another mouthful of blood gushed out, and the burly man closed his eyes and fainted.

-

Lingzhou in the extreme west is a group of lonely mountains.

Lingzhou in the west is the highest place in Qianyuan, some mountains are towering into the clouds, the sky here is exceptionally clear, and the bright moon is very bright in the sky.

There is a dilapidated thatched hut in the mountains, a middle-aged man with a withered face lives in a thatched house, only a wooden bed and a lonely lamp swaying, the man is slightly drunk, his heart is shocked, he suddenly opens his eyes, and looks at the first of the three blood marks in his palm slowly dissipating, frowning.

"Qin Xiong. The withered man muttered in a low voice, got up, picked up an ancient sword wrapped in white cloth, and turned and walked out of the hut.

In the night, the man rose through the sky, facing northeast, and disappeared into the moonlight.

-

Xiongzhou City, in a remote and dilapidated temple.

Even though the weather is cold and warm, the sloppy monk always lies under the eaves of the porch in front of the door of the meditation room, clasping the gap between his toes with one hand, holding his head with the other, his eyes closed, humming and chirping, and saying very leisurely: "Disciple, how many days of cold dew are left?"

"Two or three days. The weather has cooled down these days. Chen Changge tightened his clothes and sat under the eaves of the porch with his crazy master, blowing the cold wind.

"Well, it's coming, that old boy is coming, he hasn't delayed practicing recently, right? . Ji Rong's hands and fingers counted the days.

Chen Changge asked with a hesitant expression: "What about practicing, is this exercise useful?"

"You kid knows a fart, Lao Tzu's exercise is not yet learnable if others want to learn it. Although Ji Rong is over half a hundred years old, he still acts like a child's playful appearance, making people unable to figure out which sentence he says is true and which is false.

"Long song... Long song. A shout came from outside the temple, and when I heard the voice, it was Liu Yuanshan, a dead friend.

As soon as Liu Yuanshan entered the temple gate, a sour smell penetrated into his mouth and nose, and when he entered the backyard, sure enough, the mad monk Jirong came back.

Liu Yuanshan had lingering palpitations about this crazy old monk, saying that it was a monk who drank wine and ate meat, and did everything, and if he didn't say a word, he would beat him with a wine gourd, saying that he was not a monk, and he still lived in the temple, and the black-clothed young man smiled and said, "Master Jirong, you are back." ”

Ji Rong glared at Liu Yuanshan, and said angrily: "How many times have I told you kid, called master, isn't Lao Tzu's Buddhism so profound worthy of the name of master?"

Liu Yuanshan was extremely afraid of the wine gourd in the old monk's hand, and said, "Okay, good, master." ”

"This is what it looks like, boy Liu, when will you pay back the half of the roast chicken you owe me?" Ji Rong asked, nodding his head and twisting his beard.

"When to owe... I'll buy it back for you in a while. Originally, Liu Yuanshan was stunned when he heard this, and watched the old monk reach out and touch the wine gourd, and hurriedly bent down to agree.

"Well, this is still a little bit like this, why are you in such a hurry?"

"Isn't it, I heard that General Qin Xiong, the guard of Tianmen Pass, was attacked by someone, and now there are rumors on the street, some people say that General Qin is dead, some people say that he was seriously injured, anyway, it is probably not a good letter, I think if the Beibei army attacks the city, I am afraid that our Xiongzhou will not be safe. ”

"Hey, two bastards who don't learn and don't know how to do things are still concerned about the country's affairs. ”