In an instant, the wind in the bamboo forest made a loud noise, blowing people blindly. The bamboo leaves in the forest fell like rain, and I saw the figure of the black shadow flashing, and countless dark afterimages were overwhelming, attacking the man in green shirt.

I saw the man in the green shirt with a sharp eyebrow, and before he could take out his sword, he was instantly wrapped in a black shadow. However, a metallic symphony was heard from the dark shadows, and gradually the metallic symphony became more and more intense.

The pitch-black mist seemed to have been torn open a small opening, and a silver light came out of the gap, and gradually the black mist had several more gaps, and a dazzling cold light suddenly appeared.

Gradually, the silver cold light prevailed, and the pitch-black mist slowly withered, only to hear a loud shout: "Break!"

The black mist was shattered in an instant, and a sword stabbed out, and a white flicker flashed, heading towards the rapidly condensing black shadow. A figure in the black mist stretched out his hand, and the black mist instantly condensed into a black knife in his hand, and he didn't dodge, and went towards the sword.

In the blink of an eye, there was a piercing metal clash of "ding", and both of them were shocked to retreat a few steps back - since they were evenly matched.

The black knife condensed by the black mist, with a crisp sound like glass, shattered into several pieces, fell to the ground and dissipated into a cloud of black smoke.

"Getaway!Are you from the Hidden Sword Pavilion?" The black-robed old ghost looked stunned, looked at the man in green shirt in a daze, his eyes were full of disbelief, and he said in a dumb voice, "It seems that among the people who have entered the Hidden Sword Pavilion, in addition to the first-class master of the heartless girl beside King Ning, there is also a Mr. Wine. ”

"Thanks to the high praise, where is the wine is the disciple of the Hidden Sword Pavilion, it's just that he met an old man in the mountains when he was young and learned a little swordsmanship from him. The man in the green shirt withdrew the sword he had stabbed, the long sword in his hand trembled, and there was a faint cold light on the sword.

"It's a pity that your free-spirited swordsmanship is far worse than the Sword Saint Dugu Clan who opened the mountain gate with a sword five hundred years ago, otherwise you would really be able to defeat me today. The black-robed old ghost sneered, and the black mist that enveloped him began to become thick and murderous.

"Haha...... If you don't try, how do you know that I can't beat you?" The man in the green shirt was as plain as water, except for the faint cold light flowing from the long sword in his hand, he didn't have a trace of aura, and he was extremely simple.

"Not bad. The old ghost who was permeated in the black fog nodded solemnly and said lightly, "There is the essence of the sword saint Dugu's self-created swordsmanship "Getaway" - quiet and holy, moving and king, inaction and respect, simple and the world can not compete with it." ”

"If you are allowed to practice for more than ten years, I am afraid that today, in addition to the Pavilion Master of the Hidden Sword Pavilion, Dugu Changkong, there will be one more sword god!" In an instant, a breath of death flowed in the air, and under the hideous dark iron mask, a pair of cold eyes, staring at life and death, like a god blocking and killing a god, full of evil spirit.

It is recorded in the Jianchuan Persona and Shuzhong Sword Saint Chapter of "Emperor Linfu":

Five hundred years ago, the Dugu clan was born out of thin air, without a name, traveling the world, pulling weeds for swords, and swords to pick the world, no one can beat them.

Then, the Dugu clan traveled to Xishu (Xishu: Before the establishment of the emperor's kingdom, there were many small countries in the world, and Xishu was a vassal state of the Lingyuan Dynasty. After the Emperor Long Yao conquered the world, he changed the West Shu Kingdom to Jianchuan Prefecture) under the Jianchuan Mountain, the Jianchuan is a big mountain, the wall stands thousands of miles, tens of thousands of peaks stand majestically, like tens of thousands of stone swords inserted into the earth, thousands of miles are indecided, traversing the east and west, and the birds are sad.

Later, the travelers who traveled from east to west, over the mountains and mountains, through difficulties and dangers, Dugu laughed, broke a dead branch, waved a sword, and split the Jianchuan Mountain that had been spanning hundreds of millions of years. The mountain gate opened by this sword is the place where today's soldiers must fight: the sword gate.

Since then, the Dugu clan, who opened the mountain gate with a sword, has been admired by the world as the sword saint.

Since then, a sword, Dugu has never appeared in the world, hidden in the Jianchuan Mountains on the tall and beautiful dust-breaking peak, built an attic, named: Tibetan Sword Pavilion.

Hidden Sword Pavilion, what kind of sword is hidden?

- Perhaps, the Dugu clan is hiding himself, and he is a sword. This sword is simple, nameless, but too sharp to match. This sword is too lonely, so lonely that there is no second sword in the world that can compete with it. This treasure, maybe too helpless, he was waiting for the sword that could compete with it, but this wait was more than 500 years.

The figure in the black fog, with a wave of his hand, the black mist that permeated the surrounding body dispersed, floating in the air, turning into dozens of black sharp blades.

"Sir, be careful!" Huo Qing shouted, and with a pick of the silver lance in his hand, he slashed a spear flower in the air and threw it towards the black shadow man.

In the wind, the silver lance with a whistling sound instantly passed through his body, but the black-robed man was unharmed, only listening to the sound of "ding", and the silver spear passed through the chest of the black-robed man and was deeply rooted in the soil behind him.

The black-robed old ghost was not angry, and said in a dumb voice: "Young man, this is a matter between me and Mr. Jiu, and I hope you don't interfere." ”

"Where is the demon!" scolded angrily, knowing that the gap with the other party was too far, Huo Qing stood up and instructed, "Please be very careful, sir." ”

"The second trick is to ask Mr. Wine for advice. Being scolded by Huo Qing, the black-robed old ghost sneered instead, and stretched out his hand to the man in the green shirt very respectfully.

"Understood!" The man in the green shirt didn't say much, the long sword greeted the other party, the sword body was tactful, and a layer of white mist rose up, like a quenched sword.

The black-robed old ghost squinted at the menacing sword, poked his fingers forward slightly, and dozens of sharp blades turned into black mist broke through the air with a "whoosh", wrapped in the momentum of thunder, and headed towards the sword rainbow.

I saw a green shadow leap into the air, a sword smashed two black blades, and the other nine black blades also changed their trajectory in the air, chasing in the direction where the green shirt jumped. The man in the green shirt looked cold, and his vacant body stepped out, stepping on a black blade that rushed to his face, and with the help of his toes, his body rotated idly and rotated several times, and the long sword also circled around his body a few times.

"Ding ding" two metal resonances, and the spinning sword shadow knocked two black blades away. As soon as the toes of the man in the green shirt landed, the remaining seven black blades followed closely.

He turned back and blocked with his sword, stumbling under his feet, and was able to dodge.

At the moment when the man in the green shirt turned around, his gaze swept over the black-robed old ghost not far away, and the black mist circulating around him had obviously faded a lot, and half of his body was exposed outside the black mist.

The man in the green shirt couldn't help but be overjoyed, and shouted in his heart - what a chance!

Ignoring the few black blades left behind him, the man in green shirt came out with a sword and swept towards the black-robed old ghost, the cold light on the blade became more and more vigorous, and he shouted: "Canglong Four Styles - Dragon Fighting in the Wild, Out!"

In an instant, the sword qi at first rose overwhelmingly, and where it passed, a piece of Nanzhu was cut off within a few meters, and the emerald green bamboo leaves in the sky fell suddenly, and the cold sword qi rolled the bamboo leaves like a wind and clouds, almost instantly, roaring.

The breathtaking eyes under the mask of the black-robed old ghost trembled obviously, but they didn't wait for him to react at all. A silver whirlwind rolled him up in an instant, flying upside down for dozens of meters, dragging a long residue on the ground, embarrassed.

Is it finally over?

"A good sword dragon fights in the wild ......" It was obvious from the words that the person who spoke was squeezed out of his mouth word by word.

The man in the green shirt looked at him for a moment, and saw that the black-robed man who was close to him actually gathered a black mist on his chest, and the long sword in his hand, where the sword blade was pointing, was tightly wrapped by the black mist, and the sword blade did not sink an inch into the black-robed man's body - was he blocked it?

Suddenly, the person holding the sword only felt that his body was light, and the long sword in his hand instantly seemed to pierce into the clouds, and the black-robed old ghost in front of him disappeared out of thin air, and the entire figure turned into a pitch-black residual smoke - dispersed.

"Looks like I'm underestimating you. "In the night, there is a dead silence, and hoarse voices come from all directions, as if someone is whispering in your ear, but you can't see anything.

The unknown source of the sound made the people who were immersed in the scene a little afraid. It's human nature, it's not about strength or weakness, no matter how strong you are – it's the fear of the unknown.

“...... Such are the wicked. Bad body to death. Born among hungry ghosts without food. If it is a man or a woman. Born in it. Hunger and thirst for fire. Growth is blazing. Like mountains and rivers. The power of the waves. The belly is on fire. Incinerate his body. Nothing is left behind. Extinction has been resurrected. Fever has returned. There are two kinds of suffering. One is hungry and thirsty. Both burned. ...... Gallop away in all directions. Self-karma. Incredible. That's what it is. Suffering both internally and externally. All identities are burned by the fire of karma. There is a fire in the body. Self-immolation. For example, the inside of a large tree is dry. If a man throws himself into the fire, he will burn it. This ghost was burned. The same is true. Burning all over. Wailing and weeping. Fire in the mouth. Both flames rise. Incinerate his body. Anxiously pleading. Ground thorns. All are on fire. Run through its two feet. The pain is unbearable. ...... The fire burns his tongue. It's all melting. Such as burning condensed crisp. Extinction has been resurrected. - "Fa Rectification Sutra" hungry ghost products.

"W-What kind of sound is this......?"

"Ghosts, there are ghosts......"

The three thousand iron horsemen not far away began to stir, and even the war horses neighed, and people kept falling off their horses, and the crisp sound of metal friction was endless.

Huo Qing stopped the restless mount and shouted sternly: "Give me calm, as a Jiuyuan leopard rider, I am not afraid of death, and I am not afraid of ghosts!"

After speaking, Huo Qing pulled out the saber on his waist and made a deep cut in the tiger's mouth, blood flowed down the knife, and in an instant a stinging pain spread throughout his body, and he suddenly felt that his brain was a lot clearer, he didn't look at it, and tore off the cloak behind him and wrapped it around the wound.

It is worthy of the Jiuyuan Leopard Rider, watching Huo Qing swing his sword and blood, and the thousands of iron riders behind him also followed suit, pulling out the head knife on his waist and slashing it on the palm of his hand.

In an instant, the morale of the army rose again, and no one was timid, but one by one, they glared angrily, like tigers and wolves, and surrounded the surroundings, holding weapons, waiting for the battle.

Long.

At night, in the bamboo forest, a cool breeze blew, and the air was filled with a bone-chilling air, as if it was fogging. In the distance, the man in green shirt stood with his sword, except for the long sword in his hand, which was still glowing with a faint cold light, and the whole person was not in the dark.

The sound of Buddhist scriptures in my ears is like an endless murmur, and the night is sad and desolate.

"Hungry ghost, now—" A dry voice came from all directions.

But I saw seven clouds of black smoke falling from the sky, and the black smoke turned into seven human shapes when it landed, surrounding the man in green shirt.

"There are still seven moves left, if you can take over my Hungry Ghost Dao Thirty-six Ghosts, Body-Attaching Ghost, Needle-Mouth Ghost, Foodless Ghost, Rakshasa Ghost, Swift Ghost, Burning Ghost, and Cane Ghost, even if I lose, I will no longer embarrass you today. The dry voice came again.

"Haha...... Okay, it's refreshing enough! Wine will understand and understand your hungry ghost Tao today. The man in the green shirt laughed loudly, full of recklessness. The long sword in his hand turned, and the flat sword confronted the seven ghosts in his chest, the sword intent was decisive in killing, but there was no defense at all, the whole person opened the door widely, and a simple long sword in his hand flashed with streamers.