Shadows from the sky descended on the head of this dynasty called "Great Xia".

On this day, everyone in the imperial capital was dressed in white.

On this day, the king deprived thousands of lives and the name of an organization.

On this day, incense was lit in the palace, and all the king's personal attendants lost their tongues and were imprisoned.

"The general of the country, the dead demon ascended to heaven. "People of insight rushed one after another, leaving the imperial capital, leaving behind their loyalty to Great Xia.

However, the subordinates, who had an absolute advantage in numbers, chose to snap up sesame oil banknotes and worship the gods at home.

At the same time, messengers from all walks of life rode out of the city on fast horses, and a huge net was already unfolded.

The information carried by the messengers can be summed up in one sentence: Empty Hill is finished.

The Void Lodge is indeed finished.

Whether it is the shattering of the fate card of the Void Boy of this generation last night, the uproar caused by the disappearance of the peerless Divine Soldier Void Sword on the rivers and lakes, or the change in the attitude of the official party now, they are all leading this majestic behemoth to extinction.

In fact, even if the Void Boy died unexpectedly and the Void Sword disappeared, it was not that they had not prepared an emergency plan under the operation of the Void Villa for many years, but they had no chance to use it-who told this No. 1 gang in the rivers and lakes to set up its headquarters in the imperial capital? Who called this No. 1 gang in the rivers and lakes inextricably linked to the government, and even many members were officials in the court?

When looking up to people and sending people under the fence, as for the overturning, it is only a word from others.

The white clothes of the city are the last and only tribute to the Empty Mountain Villa.

After today, there will be no emptiness, but the rivers and lakes are so big, there are so many strange people, and there is no Empty Villa today, and there must be some individual sects and gangs that have come out to take over and divide the empty authority and functions. The major factions are looking forward to it when they see the excitement of the Empty Mountain Villa, and even when they take advantage of the fire to rob.

But this piece of fat is not destined to fall into the mouth of either of them.

At noon, under the city wall full of the heads of the people stationed in Beijing in the Empty Mountain Villa, there was an imperial list, and there were only three words on the list: "Iron Sword Alliance".

The world was in an uproar, and then fell silent.

Twenty years ago, Feng Xifan of the Iron Sword Gate was like a comet crossing the sky, and that light was still not forgotten by the rivers and lakes even today, and after that, with the ban of the Empty Mountain Villa, there was no gang, a sect, or a chivalrous man on the rivers and lakes who dared to use the name of "Iron Sword", but everyone had privately discussed the words "one sword without blood" in the past twenty years, and talked about the dilapidated sect with only three courtyards at the grassroots level.

The Iron Sword Gate has become a holy place in the hearts of the grassroots of the rivers and lakes, but out of the ban of the Empty Mountain Villa, no one dares to approach the hometown of the Iron Sword Gate.

With the posting of the imperial list, the eyes of the people in the rivers and lakes quickly focused on the former site of the Iron Sword Gate.

The iron sword gate stands on the edge of the iron sword, the lonely peak is horizontal, there is a small stream below, and the name is eagle sorrow. Twenty years ago, with the fury of the Void Villa, the Iron Sword Gate was burned, and the Eagle Sorrow Stream was cut off.

And today, the eagle sorrow stream came to life.

Twenty years ago, when blood flowed in a stream that had dried up for twenty years, and the fallen corpses spread like ears of harvested wheat from the top of the mountain to the bottom of the mountain, there was such a scene twenty years ago, except that the clothes worn by the corpses were by no means as luxurious as the dead are today, and there were not as many as they are today.

"Here...... What happened?" the young knight who arrived here was shocked, and then an old man who knew the history of the rivers and lakes explained his doubts.

"Look at the mountains. Stopping at the edge of the stream, an old man pointed to the top of the mountain, and the young knight's gaze shifted.

"That's ......" He saw dozens of figures that were blurred by the speed of their movements, and they surrounded a figure standing on the top of a mountain dressed as a Taoist.

"It is the Void Sword Array, the contest between the wisdom and masters accumulated by the Void Mountain Villa over the past generations and the 'One Sword Without Blood' that has been silent for twenty years. The old man said.

As they spoke, one of the dozens of people besieging "a sword without blood" condensed, and then flew out upside down, falling all the way down the mountain, and several of the knights on the side of the stream flew up to catch it.

"Poof!" the figure was a gray-haired old man with a pair of falcon-like eyes, but now the sparkle in his eyes was rapidly fading.

There was a hole in his shirt on his chest, and a red dot lay in the middle of it.

It was the only wound on his body.

"A sword without blood, better than in the past!" A high-roller pressed his hand on the red dot a few times, but the flesh of the wound was not broken, and not a drop of blood flowed out.

"I don't see exactly how he came out with his sword, do you see?" asked a middle-aged man next to the old man who had spoken to explain to the young knight.

"I only saw a blurry afterimage...... The Void Sword Array is very mysterious, and the arrangers are integrated in the array, and fighting against any of them is equivalent to wrestling with all the arrayers...... If my guess is correct, the corpses all over the mountains and fields were all arrayers before they were born, terrible formations...... But Feng Xifan's sword is even more terrifying......" the old man said, "What has he experienced in the past twenty years?"

"yes, what has he been through?" the middle-aged man's eyes were blazing.

"Another one down!" the shouts of the crowd interrupted the middle-aged man's deep thoughts, and in an instant, another figure fell from the mountain, but this time several people who flew up failed to catch him, and the figure fell between the rocks, and the flesh and blood were blurred.

"It's a pity!" the high-roller who had just concentrated on studying the sword creation on the previous deceased person shouted to the heavens and the earth.

He was studying Feng Xifan's swordsmanship, and the corpse that had taken him most of his strength to preserve just now really made him see a little "no sword and no blood" eyebrows, but it was precisely because he had consumed too much strength just now that he failed to catch this corpse.

The swordsmanship that could contend with the Void Sword Formation arranged by so many swordsmen was a precious treasure for any Jianghu person who was begging for a living on the sword, and they asked themselves if they could get a first-hand information by approaching the battle group now, so the corpses of the victims of the Void Mountain Villa became the only kind of carrier that could give them a glimpse of the secrets of Feng Xifan's swordsmanship.

But his "pity" was still early, the fall of the previous swordsman seemed to have pushed the power of the sword array to a critical point, and after this critical point, the strength of the remaining swordsmen combined together could not even bring a little trouble to Feng Xifan.

Sword shadow, the old man who had been staring at the battlefield by the stream saw countless sword shadows at this moment, and the figure that had only stood in place from beginning to end seemed to have suddenly grown a thousand hands, and the sword with silver glow shone over Chenxu.

The thousands of sword shadows quickly converged back to the only one Feng Xifan held in his right palm, and he put it into the sheath.

There were no more annoying flies around him, and the swordsmen rolled down the hill like falling rocks, only to be reduced to flesh halfway through.

"What a terrible sword!" A layer of cold sweat broke out on the old man's head, and Feng Xifan's last sword finally taught him to understand - one sword came out with ten thousand swords, and each sword pierced into the opponent's death hole, causing the opponent's body to collapse from the inside.

New blood flowed from the mountain into the Eagle Sorrow Stream, and the blood was cold, just like the cold current that rose in their hearts when the figures on the top of the mountain set their eyes on the people who had been watching the battle for a long time on the side of the stream.