In the thirty-second year of the new calendar of the Qianyuan Dynasty, in the middle of winter, outside the plug.

In the middle of winter, the north of the Saibei is even more bitter cold, snowy night, the heavy snow seems to overturn all over the cold land outside the Saiwai, the cold waves are rolling, the cold wind suddenly blows up the wind and snow, everything between the heaven and the earth is hazy, and it is not real.

The ancient city of Nan'an stands in the wind and snow, the city wall is covered with mottled scars, and the emperor flag on the city wall sways with the cold wind, and the hunting sounds.

Faintly visible in the snowy night, a figure came from the south, although the outside of the city was covered with ice and snow through the bones and frost, but the figure of the person who came was not in a hurry and walked leisurely.

The wind and snow are charming, and it is not until more than ten zhang away from the city gate that the soldiers on the city wall can see the appearance of the comer.

In the snowy night, I saw that the man's clothes were stained with blood and could not see the original color, a long gray hair swayed wantonly with the cold wind, holding a simple long sword in one hand, the sword was three feet long, the blade of the sword was stained with blood, the blood coagulated but not scattered and not falling, the blood on the blade was faintly visible, the cold wind was whistling, and the air outside the city was faintly diffused with bursts of heart-rending wails.

The person who came was full of white hair, holding a sword in his right hand, holding a human head in his left hand, wearing a bloody robe, a wine gourd hanging from his waist, the gourd was mottled with blood, walking barefoot in the snow, his face was full of dried blood, looking at the scattered light on the city wall in the snowy night, the eyes that were originally slightly lowered revealed a hot and evil gaze, and the white-haired figure was moving forward step by step, slowly walking towards the ancient city of Nan'an.

The soldiers who kept vigil on the city tower saw that someone was coming outside the city, and they didn't care about the invasion of the wind and snow, so they shouted in a loud voice: "Nan'an City has a curfew, open the city gate on the fifth watch, and wait outside the city." ”

No matter how the shouts from the tower of the city were, the white-haired people outside the city always turned a deaf ear, and their steps did not stop, but they still walked forward step by step.

Seeing that the white-haired figure is getting closer and closer to the city, the soldiers holding strong bows and crossbows are on the bow and arrows, the bow arms of the hundred-pound hard bow are covered with vermilion lacquer that is moisture-proof and cold, the cast iron arrows reflect the cold light of the moonlight, and the cow tendon bowstring is round like a full moon ready to go, if the comer takes a step forward, he will not be able to escape the cruel scene of red blood and white snow, and the soldiers defending the city warned again: "Those who come stop, Nan'an curfew, and those who break are shot on the spot." ”

But the white-haired man outside the city still walked forward step by step, ignoring the glaring crossbow on the wall.

The soldiers on the city wall saw that the person was so presumptuous, snorted coldly, and the hand that pinched the tail of the carved feather arrow suddenly spread out, only to see a carved feather arrow in the moonlight tear through the cold wind and shoot away, and a piercing sound of breaking the air sounded.

The cast iron arrow went straight to the chest of the outsider, the white-haired man did not dodge or dodge but just swept the corner of his eye, and a cold wind suddenly rolled up in the snow outside the city, and the gusts of wind and snow wrapped around the cast iron arrow that broke through the sky, just for a moment, the body of the eagle arrow that was originally shot through the air condensed a layer of white frost, which was broken inch by inch by the cold wind, and scattered in the snow messily.

The armor on the city wall was stunned when they saw the vision of the arrow shattering, and before everyone could come back to their senses, they saw the white-haired figure suddenly raise his left hand, and the head in his hand turned into a streamer to illuminate the snowy night sky, and shot out towards the city gate.

I don't know how long the man's head froze in the cold wind, and the surface condensed into a thick layer of ice crystals, and the moment it hit the city gate, it shattered into fine powder, and swayed with the cold wind.

Boom...

A loud noise made people's hearts tremble, and the defenders rushed in their ears, and the soldiers on the city tower only felt their hearts tremble, their ears vibrated deafeningly, and their brains buzzed.

Nan'an City is several zhang thick hard pine gate was smashed out of a deep pit of a zhang wide by the head, wrapped in the hard copper and iron paint was melted away, since the establishment of Nan'an City, the heavy city gate that has resisted countless northern iron horses actually slowly fell backwards at this time.

There was a loud bang, the hard pine gate of several zhang thick fell to the ground, and the huge force rolled up the hustle and bustle, and the hustle and bustle covered the wind and snow, and a barefoot figure entered Nan'an City.

The horn on the city wall suddenly sounded, the low horn sound accompanied by the wind and snow rolled in the ancient city, the originally silent ancient city of Nan'an gradually boiled, the neighing horse roared against the earth-shattering shouts to kill, dozens of sleepy-eyed armored soldiers, holding spears rushed out, and the future was drowned in an instant.

Originally, this heavy snow had washed away the hustle and bustle of heaven and earth extremely clean, but at this moment, the heavy smell of blood broke through the ice and snow and diffused out.

I saw that in the snowy night, a white-haired man with a long sword turned and moved in the crowd, the head and stumps were scattered in the snow, and the soldiers of Nan'an Village who were blurred in blood and flesh wailed like thunder, and the people in the city listened to the earth-shaking wail outside the house like a cold cicada, wrapped in a thick quilt and trembling.

Nan'an City, from the south gate to the north gate, the streets were covered with blood, and the dead bodies with missing heads and short limbs were scattered all over the ground.

The heavy snow was still falling tirelessly in the moonlit night, and soon after, the heavy snow covered the ancient city of Nan'an, which was like a hell on earth, and the whole Nan'an city could only hear the sound of cold wind howling and snow flakes falling to the ground, and the rest fell silent.

On a moonlit night, a barefoot man came out of the north gate and disappeared into the snow.

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The news of the slaughter of Naman City was covered with wind and snow dancing in the sky, and it was buried deep in the snow.

Before dawn the next day, there were more than ten people outside the south gate of Nan'an City, these more than ten people were dressed in different attire, Taoist monks were among them, and there were many strong warriors with angry eyes in their eyes.

Mai Lao Dao, who was the leader, waved his sleeves, and a gust of wind gushed out, uncovering the snow all over the ground, leaking out the stumps and flesh that had been frosted and frozen.

A solemn monk stood behind the Taoist priest, looking at this miserable Nan'an town, the monk's eyes were unbearable with compassion, and he put his hands together and chanted the Buddha's name.

"Amitabha. ”

The group went out from the north gate of Nan'an City, followed the faint traces left by the barefoot man, and volleyed away.

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The day before yesterday, there was a heavy snowfall, and the heavy snow came tirelessly, and this snow almost poured out the frost and snow of this winter, and the whole sky was covered with silver.

After the heavy snowfall, the dark clouds dissipated, the moonlight tonight is extremely bright, the bright moonlight should be intertwined with the silver frost on the ground, the snowflake ice crystals shine in the moonlight, dazzling and dazzling, looking from afar, it seems to be like a treasure everywhere flashing light, close to see, only to know that it is a rootless heavenly thing from the nine heavens.

There is a lonely village 100 miles away from Nan'an City, and a line of naked footprints suddenly trampled on the snow and went towards the lonely village.

Looking at the footprints, the snowy night that was originally as phantom as cold had no sense of dust, and under the moonlight, a white-haired man stood with a sword, and the corpse mountain was full of blood and seafood under his feet.

The white-haired figure was extremely excited to look at the dead corpses everywhere, allowing the blood splashed on his face to slide into his mouth, smacking the wonderful taste of blood in his mouth, and the three-foot long sword with his wrist flipped out like a red rainbow in a moonlit night.

This sword name light city, the sword is three feet long and three inches wide, it is said that this sword is a thing outside the sky, there are demons lingering on the sword, those who are not strong-willed, can not control the sword on the anger is easy to go crazy and fall into the devil's way, the cyan sword of the light city sword has been full of dark red blood at this time, the three-foot front is full of blood stains without falling, and there are faint traces of red blood seeping into the sword body when you look closely.

The snowy night was clear, and the silver frost on the ground reflected the moonlight on the sword body with a cold light, and the long sword broke through the air, and the wind and snow whistled into the wind wherever the sword blade went, piercing straight into a thick locust tree.

The white-haired man untied the gourd at his waist, tilted his head and took a sip, letting the liquor roll up in his mouth, mixing the original smell of blood in his mouth and sweeping into his stomach.

The blood behind the locust tree is diffuse, the white-haired man's palm is stretched out, the three-foot light city sword is windless and automatic, and the sword flies to the man's hand like a ghost, one person, one pot and one sword, wearing a blood-stained green shirt, and stepping barefoot on the dark bloodstains.

A woman fell to the ground behind the locust tree, and fifty-six people in a village, young and old, all died under the sword, and a generation of martial arts masters was completely occupied by demons, and fell into the demon road to kill people for fun, and the three-foot light city, which has been known as the magic sword for a hundred years, has become more and more strange and bright red.

The white-haired man was born in Xishu, ascetic sword intent for 30 years, because of the fate of the ancient sword light city, kendo attainments soared, but unfortunately the mind is not strong by the swordsman demon qi control, fell into the devil's cave, three months, slaughtered three cities, killed dozens of villages, killed more than 10,000 civilian soldiers, beheaded hundreds of warriors in the rivers and lakes, for a time the Qianyuan Dynasty from the temple to the rivers and lakes tumbling like boiling, organized three heavy casualties of heavy soldiers to encircle and suppress it is still unable to strangle it, the Qianyuan Dynasty since the first emperor for the first time took the initiative to ask for help from the forces of the rivers and lakes.

In the gold list in Sanssouci Fang, there was the first news that the Qianyuan country issued a gold hanging bar, and the grass dragon snake in the rivers and lakes was looking for the magic sword light city like a carp crossing the river.

In the rest of the month, You Fenglou, who is known as the most mysterious news in the world, is like a city, and most of the news asked for is related to the Demon Sword Light City.

The martial arts who have entered the demon everyone acts as they please, and their whereabouts are uncertain and fluttering, ordinary people can't know their traces at all, and the ordinary martial artists who occasionally learn about it are nothing more than adding a few wisps of sword souls to the notorious magic sword.

The matter has been so far, the two doors of Buddhism and Taoism sent the hermits in the door to save all sentient beings down the mountain, and the ten heavenly masters of the world are also among the several martial arts Kui Yuan, divided into four or five teams of people, looking for rumors all over the world, for all living beings in the world, killing evil demons.

"Wow... Wow..."

Behind the locust tree, a baby's cry suddenly sounded, a baby in swaddling clothes fell next to the locust tree, the baby who was hiding here with his mother was awakened by the pungent smell of blood, the baby's soft cheeks were full of mother's blood, crying endlessly.

The drunken white-haired man was attracted by the cry, and the barefoot figure slowly followed the cry, the blood stains on the baby's face were particularly clear in the moonlight, and the man's face had a strange smile, and he stabbed with a flick of his wrist and a sword.

Seeing that Qingcheng Jianfeng was only two feet away from the swaddling baby, there was a strange sound in the snow forest behind the man, startling several jackdaws to scatter in all directions.

"The demons are presumptuous!"

In the snow forest, a brilliant golden green dragon Zen staff shot out, the sound of gold and stone on the Zen staff continued, and the dazzling golden light rose all over the body, illuminating the snowy night like day, and a burly monk shouted angrily.

The white-haired man felt the surging qi behind him, and the light city in his hand suddenly turned, his left hand bent his elbow against the sword body, and slightly bowed down with a three-foot light sword body to resist the Qinglong Zen staff weighing more than 100 catties.

The monk's figure seems to be sluggish but his movements are extremely fast, and the yellow cloth monk's shoes are clicked in the snow a few times and then cross the distance of dozens of zhang, appearing in front of the white-haired man, and the Zen staff in his hand is whistling into the wind, like a big wave crashing on a reef.

The infant child was shrouded in cyan qi, slowly moved back and flew out more than ten zhang, and the old Mai Dao who pinched the seal in his hand looked at the children in the distance who were still crying, and then he was relieved, and the white-haired man with the tail in his hand swept away.

A group of more than a dozen people, the white-haired demon was drowned like a moon, the light in the lonely village in the mountains and fields was everywhere, the qi was drumming, and the sound of gold and stone handover was endless.

The baby, who was dragged away from the crowd by the Taoist priest, stopped crying, looked at the sky full of light and shadow, grinned, and was extremely delicate and pleasant.

There were more than ten people present, almost all of them were famous martial arts leaders in the world, a stick of incense, the white-haired demon was difficult to resist, he fell to the ground on one knee, barely supported his body with a three-foot light city, his white hair was messy and his clothes were ruined, his eyes were scattered and he exhaled turbidity.

Suddenly, the magic sword light city was full of red light, and the white-haired man shot up with one foot and was about to volley away, and the Zen staff in the hands of the monk holding the Qinglong Zen staff suddenly shook, standing in front of his chest with one hand, closing his eyes and reciting Buddhist scriptures silently.

A burst of golden light rose under the monk's feet, constantly spreading and spreading in all directions, and the light spread all over the sky in an instant.

The monk opened his eyes suddenly, the golden light in his eyes collapsed, and he went straight to the white-haired man who was about to flee away, and the golden light that was originally scattered in the sky suddenly stagnated, and it turned into a big golden hand in a toss, and he grabbed the white-haired man holding the light city in mid-air.

On the side, Mai Lao Dao threw the tail whisk dust in his hand to the white-haired man, pinched the meridian yin and yang in his hand, and the seal in his hand changed, and a touch of green gang gushed out from the center of his eyebrows, converging on his fingertips, blooming towards the tail whisk.

On the originally clear snowy night, a thunderclap suddenly sounded, and a cyan thunderbolt fell from the nine heavens, slashing down towards the dust, and the dazzling light mixed with the boundless wind and waves blew away the snow and melted away.

Bang...

The deafening thunder was mixed with dazzling light, and it took a long time to stop, and when the smoke and snow dissipated, the white-haired man who had fallen into the devil turned into flying ashes, scattered between heaven and earth, and there was only a three-foot long sword left in the air, standing in the air and shining, the original blood and qi of the sword body dispersed a little, and occasionally thunder jumped.

Everyone couldn't help frowning when they saw that this monstrous artifact that could make people lose their minds was intact.

The great monk holding the Qinglong Zen staff looked at the three-foot light city with hidden thunder light, and said loudly: "The Nine Heavens Xuan Thunder is still unbreakable, it seems that the will of heaven does not destroy this murderous thing, and the will of heaven is difficult to disobey, Amitabha." ”

"If you don't destroy it, you won't destroy it, the rest is the business of you old immortals. There was an impatient, sleepy sound in the distance.

Everyone looked back, and a thin monk dressed in extremely sloppy clothes walked up to the baby's swaddling clothes and looked down at the delicate and pleasing face.

The sloppy monk made a hideous grimace, and shouted in a calm voice: "Little thing, dare to be happy?"

When the baby heard this, the smile on his face increased, and he reached out to pull the sloppy monk's beard, which had not been washed for an unknown amount of time, and saliva was left along the corners of his mouth.

The sloppy monk, who was originally glaring angrily, couldn't help laughing, reached out to wipe the saliva from the corner of the baby's mouth, and stood up and broke through the air.

The sloppy monk seemed to be afraid that the child would be snatched away, and his figure quickly disappeared into the vast night, and the voice of the mad monk was faintly heard in mid-air:

"I accepted the child, and our father and I have a fate. ”

The monk holding the Qinglong Zen staff shook his head when he looked at the sloppy monk's distant figure, and said helplessly: "This mad monk." ”

"The drunken monk Ji Rongguo lives up to the name of freedom and ease, but it is also interesting. The Wudang Daoist who could summon Xuanlei twisted his beard and smiled.

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A month later.

The sloppy monk looked at the crying baby and the mountain of diapers on the side, and sighed, his face was stagnant, his expression was deep, and his sad face was mixed with countless tiredness.

After a stick of incense, the baby in swaddling clothes can be regarded as falling asleep eating his fingers.

The sloppy monk watched the baby gradually fall asleep, and the gloom on his face dissipated, and he smirked.

"Wow... Wow..."

Before Ji Rong finished laughing, the baby's cry started again, and the child who had just fallen asleep woke up again, Ji Rong looked at the crying baby, his expression was bitter, and he slapped his bald head and rubbed it vigorously, unable to hide his remorse.