In the past few days, Xia Long is still serving by the white-haired old man's side every day, although the two of them see each other every day, but as before, they are silent to each other most of the time. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

I don't know how many years I've been along, and I don't know how many words I need to communicate with each other. And the white-haired old man still **** his upper body every day, constantly tempering the ancient sword in his hand, I don't know how much sweat is swayed on the ancient sword, and this ancient sword doesn't know how many years this old man has been beaten, or, how many centuries......

But no matter how many times it was tempered, this ancient sword did not deform in the slightest, and the small gap above the blade still existed, as if there was nothing in this world anymore, and there was no way to make this ancient sword complete again.

But the white-haired old man never slackened, hammer after hammer, day after day, year after year!

Bell!

Each blow evokes a terrible wail from the bottom of the mountain, and those creatures don't know how many years they have been tormented by this concussion, and even death has become a luxury!

And not far from this peak, a young and handsome figure is walking towards this place persistently, this young man's eyes are melancholy and deep, his face is bright and warm, and between his hands and feet, he is full of grace and handsomeness, this person is Nie Chen.

He looked up at the sunset that was about to sink in the west, but he didn't expect that this peak seemed to be in front of him, and to walk over, even if he drove the four products at full speed, it would take more than half a day.

Fortunately, you can already faintly see the foot of the mountain.

At the foot of the peak, there is a winding mountain road, which curves all the way to the sky, like a jade belt falling from the sky, circling around this peak.

At the foot of the peak, there are lush forests, and from a distance, in addition to the turquoise, there seems to be some ink color, and those leaves, flowers and plants are infected by this ink color, which looks a little mysterious. The higher you go, the more the ink fades, the mountain returns to green, and at the highest point, it is snow-capped, and the whole mountain is silvery white, which is even more sacred.

Nie Chen finally arrived at the foot of the mountain, and after a short rest, he raised his legs and walked to the peak.

At this moment, suddenly countless divine senses roared in Nie Chen's direction, each of which was incredibly strong, and there seemed to be a wave of anger in these divine senses.

In a valley next to the peak, more than a dozen old warriors slowly opened their eyes with contempt on their faces.

A foreign kid dared to trespass on the Divine Peak, how did Xia Kongyun, the head of the family, behave? Hmph!

But at this time, the white-haired old man who was cultivating his sword in the wooden house of the peak was slightly stunned. Then, the dozen or so powerful divine senses that Nie Chen couldn't even perceive quietly dispersed and disappeared without a trace in an instant.

Then, the white-haired old man said slowly without raising his head: "He is a good seedling, and it is good to inherit your "Hinayana Sword Technique". ”

After listening to the old man's words, Xia Long replied apologetically: "The Hinayana Sword Technique is the supreme exercise of the Qi Sect, in fact, I have always wanted Kyushu to carry forward this sword technique, but I didn't expect it...... Since Kyushu has gone, let's fulfill this kid......"

The white-haired old man nodded, and said after a long silence: "Actually, our Xia clan shouldn't be divided into two lineages, the Sword Sect and the Qi Sect......"

"How can we compare to you?" Xia Long looked up with a wry smile.

But the white-haired old man didn't answer his words immediately, just looked back at the sunset that was about to sink in the west, and muttered: "Actually, the real swordsmanship is this heaven and earth!" After speaking, he continued to lower his head and began to temper the ancient sword in his hand.

At this time, Nie Chen didn't know what was happening around him, and he had already buried his head and rushed towards the peak.

About an hour later, the setting sun had already plated the clouds in the sky with a layer of fiery red, but Nie Chen's footsteps did not stop at all. But at this moment, Nie Chen's heart suddenly felt a sense of extreme danger, he looked around, and found that there was nothing abnormal around him except for flowers and trees, but the color of these plants was a little black.

Nie Chen slowed down his speed and drove towards the mountainside at a relatively normal speed.

Gradually, Nie Chen crossed a mountain, crossed a few rivers, and found that the road up the mountain was still very far, but night had fallen, he looked at the bright moon in the sky, and decided to spend the night on the side of the road.

With a wave of his hand, Nie Chen's Dao Yuan Force came out, and between the lightning and flint, several thick branches immediately burst into flames and fell from the trunk to the ground. Nie Chen gathered these lit branches together to form a fire, and then fell asleep beside the fire tiredly.

I don't know how long I slept, Nie Chen was suddenly awakened by a dream. He looked around and saw a dense cluster of fireflies around him, emitting a faint blinding light.

……

No, how could the fireflies emit such a strong light? And there was a faint chill in the light, which made people shudder.

Nie Chen rubbed his eyes vigorously, and was suddenly frightened into a cold sweat by the scene in front of him!

Where are these fireflies?!

And the owner of these eyes, Nie Chen has seen it more than once, it is the powerful and mysterious black monster!

But this time, Nie Chen seemed to have fallen into their lair, because in front of him, these monsters were densely packed and numerous, and they were tightly huddled together, and a trace of black gas with a pungent smell emanated from their bodies, dyeing the surrounding plants into an inky color.

Nie Chen stood up cautiously, looked into the distance, and found that the mountains and fields here were already full of this powerful monster, and the ghost light in their eyes had already dotted the entire peak into a sea of light, and their number was at least 100,000!

He stretched out his hand and pinched his thigh fiercely, and suddenly blood flowed out of his leg, and the pain made Nie Chen understand that he was not dreaming!

Finished......

These two words suddenly appeared in Nie Chen's mind.

Such monsters, among which the weakest are the weakest, Nie Chen didn't dare to say that he could defeat a few, but in front of him, he was facing more than 100,000 of these monsters. Not to mention, Nie Chen had already clearly felt that the strength of many of these demons far surpassed him.

How did these monsters come out, and how did they appear in the Mangdang Mountains?

At this time, a drop of blood slipped from the wound on Nie Chen's thigh, and the hundreds of monsters that were close to Nie Chen seemed to smell the smell of blood, and suddenly became a little manic, letting out a howl of "whoa", with a violent light in their eyes, and their bodies became a little restless.