The silent night was suddenly broken for no reason, a feather arrow burning with a raging flame pierced the darkness and tranquility of the night sky, and encountered the firewood and grass piled up in the grass pile for the whole winter, the flames suddenly burst and burned, and under the mountain, countless flying swords dragged the streamer and rushed into the sect that had been sleeping silently for an unknown number of years. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

For a while, the shouts moved, the dark clouds were covered more and more thoroughly, and all the people in the sect woke up in an instant, and groups of middle-aged people were busy carrying buckets and carrying large oilcloths, and the firewood and grass burned more and more terrifyingly, and in just half an hour, the mountain was covered by raging fires, leaving only an inch of scorched earth, and a few black grasses that were about to wither were pressed in a decadent manner.

The tall main hall door was finally stabbed to pieces by 10,000 flying swords, and exploded open, but the 10,000 flying swords never had a chance to fly back, in the main hall, a man in black held a sword with one hand, and his slender right hand stretched out his five fingers, slowly clenching his fist in the void.

The door exploded, the rugs of the creaking wall were finally shaken into wisps of smoke and dust by a fierce sword qi, the man clenched his left fist, the flying sword condensed in the air trembled wildly uneasily, a sound of metal breaking sounded, followed by a painful drink that seemed to cough up blood, and then, two breaks, two mouthfuls of blood, suddenly it seemed that a song of death had reached its climax, and the sound of metal shattering was endless, and the square in front of the palace, among the blackened black grass, everything was dyed blood red.

Countless corpses fell among them, some of the sect and those of the masters of the flying swords, and beside them were unquenchable flames and crumbs of swords.

The man stepped out of the broken threshold, stood with his sword in his hand, and coldly faced the thousands of troops and horses in the square, and the thousands of flying swords were shining.

In the main hall, a golden light faintly emanated, pointing to the east, the man did not look back, as if he could not hear anything, he just opened his righteous and awe-inspiring eyes, and looked calmly ahead with the pupils that were absolutely black and white.

"This world, do you really want to destroy my Divine Extreme Sect?" The man plunged his sword into the dirt and protected the dead grass on the steps.

"Elder Sword." On the other side of the square, an old man gently pushed through the dense crowd and stood at the front. "Knowingly, is it interesting?" Lao Dao was wearing an old cyan Taoist robe, and in the air, there was only a lonely and cold feeling, he looked down at the dead grass under his feet, unlike the man, he bent down, gently plucked it, and then, as if attending a funeral, solemnly put the blood-stained dead grass among the dead cultivators, with only compassion in his eyes.

With the blood-stained withered grass as a memorial ceremony, the road to rebirth is boundless, and it can be reincarnated.

"The Tao is great. Take the sword, hand it over, man, there are too many dead. "The old way is full of compassion, as if to exhort, even more than begging, but, in this night of killing, I always feel that it is a threat.

"The great goodness of the Taoist? Tsing Yi, you are good at slaughtering the people of my sect tonight, but you regard the children of my Shenji Sect as grass mustard, and turn a blind eye to killing, are you embarrassed to use the flowers and plants of my clan to commemorate this group of murderers? The sword was a little annoyed, and with a wave of his left hand, a strong wind blew through it, and blew the grass into the flames, turning it into a mass of scorched earth.

"Han Xingming, you still haven't changed." Tsing Yi sighed and straightened his waist, his straight back seemed to support the dark night sky, and even the stars became dim, "Ming people don't say dark words, I only want the Holy Son of Light and the Night Hades." ”

"Nope!"

"Those two children! Must be handed over! ”

"That's a person from my Divine Extreme Sect, why do you want it?"

"I, Dongzhou Heavenly Oracle Gate, believe in light, just to promote good and eliminate evil, the Holy Son of Light must stay in the Heavenly Oracle Gate, and the Night Hades King must die!"

"Han Xiuyang's son, let you keep it until you become the calf nose in your bull's nose, you are not afraid of death? My righteous son, Han Xiuyang can't move, do you think, I will agree! ”

It's not a rhetorical question, but it's more powerful than a rhetorical question, and the murderous aura seems to be rising little by little.

"There is no room for darkness in this world! Light, can only be immortalized by receiving divine baptism at the Heavenly Oracle Gate! Tsing Yi said indignantly, the little skin and flesh left on his face were trembling wildly, "The rise and fall of this world is not due to your willfulness!" ”

"They're just kids! Their lives are not up to you! Han Xingming's hand unconsciously clenched the hilt of the sword.

"Alas, it's fate." Tsing Yi sighed heavily, and looked at Han Xingming with compassion in his eyes, "Caught in the torrent of fate, who can be powerful?" You have to understand, you have to hand it over! ”

"False mercy. You say good, look at this mountain, where is the good? Han Xingming pointed to the mountain gate under the raging fire, there was wolf smoke everywhere, a mess, and the corpses were almost piled up all over the mountain, and they were roasted by the flames and emitted a pungent smell, but, most of them, were those sixteen or seventeen-year-old children, the children of the Shenji Sect.

"This is a necessary sacrifice in the War of Light."

"Hypocrisy."

"Don't you understand, this is the sin of darkness! I'm doing the right thing for heaven! ”

"Three-year-olds know the truth, and you? If you kill someone, you blame the darkness, are you bullying this day, can't you speak! ”

"You, not the sky, are not qualified to represent him!" He straightened his finger and pointed to the dark night sky, "Even the sky is dark, what qualifications do you have to represent him?" ”

"The light must return, and the darkness must remain forever in the abyss of endless light." Tsing Yi closed his eyes, as if he had recited a compassionate message, and it seemed to be some kind of helpless sigh.

"Hypocrisy at its core."

"In a word, you, do you pay or not?" Tsing Yi was a little anxious.

"Don't pay!" Han Xingming raised his sword and pointed at the green robe, the green robe lowered his head, sighed again, and slowly walked out of the five people behind him.

He Daoren was wearing a gray cloth robe, closing his eyes and saying nothing.

The gray robe held the chessboard and the black and white pieces, but he couldn't fall for a long time.

The remaining three. Wearing tricolor clothes, all men of the same age as Han Xingming, were lowering their heads and looking at the blood on the ground stupidly.

Han Xingming smiled shallowly, stared at the sky, and let out a long breath, "Quartet Pavilion, three-way rebellion?" Senior brother, your prediction has come true, ......" He looked down the mountain again, his eyes solemn.

"Elder, I'm sorry......" The blue shirt hid behind Tsing Yi, holding his head tightly, in great pain, as if this decision had made his heart struggle and painful.

"Why?" Han Xingming still smiled shallowly, just like a kind father looking at his child calmly, patiently asking him, why did he break his beloved porcelain vase, why did he take the broken porcelain piece to stab me?

"There are still young and old in the three pavilions, we can't ......" The man in the red robe raised his head and replied in a daze, but when he met Han Xingming's eyes again, he was like an electric shock, and lowered his head in fear.

Han Xingming began to laugh loudly, then laughed louder, laughed even more and struggled until he laughed like a mad leaning forward and backward, and the low laugh suddenly became impassioned, cutting straight through the night sky. "That's fine. I won't kill you, so let's go! ”

"Yes." The three of them turned around a little sadly, looked at the hall with some reluctance, and glanced at Han Xingming a few times, and even the broken sword and dandruff looked very sad.

Perhaps, after this night, he will never see again.

"Elder......" The blue shirt stopped, his shoulders began to shrug, as if he was sobbing, like a child's cry, very indecent and really sad, "If someone survives, I will definitely protect him!" He didn't look back, just wiped a handful of tears in the sword light, and then disappeared into the distant mountain road.

Han Xingming was silent, watching them walk to the bottom of the mountain, and then staring at the figure of the mountain who kept fighting, he was stunned for a long time.

"They're all a bunch of kids." He said, "But I think they're willing to fight for the Divine Extreme Sect." The blade pointed at the gray robe, "Then, let's fight!" ”

Han Xingming opened the five fingers of his right hand, and the sword suddenly rushed forward, turning into tens of millions, overwhelmingly, on the other side of the square, He Daoren suddenly opened his eyes, which were a pair of extremely clear eyes, although they were not as clear as Han Xingming's black and white, but they were also clear in the world, and thousands of swords were stagnant for three points, and then they were all blocked on that small chessboard.

The gray robe crossed the nine-turn thousand-fold plate, blocking the sword rain in the sky and protecting Tsing Yi.

In the rain of swords, suddenly a sword swept out, invisible and silent, behind the sword, suddenly a man flashed out, held the sword and slashed directly, He Daoren turned his head, his eyes opened more clearly, his body swept away with the gray robe and flew backwards over dozens of steps, the gray robe hurriedly raised the chessboard, blocking the sword qi Yu Wei but was always shocked to the five internal organs, a mouthful of blood spurted out, He Daoren covered his chest and closed his eyes again.

However, only Tsing Yi stood still, he just opened his eyes, watched all this, and silently endured this sword.

Behind him, 10,000 cultivators were all killed by the sword qi, and none of them were spared.

Only four people were left standing in the huge square.

One sword kills ten thousand.

"You can hide, you can block, why?" Han Xingming asked coldly.

Tsing Yi shook his head slightly, "It's not right to kill, I owe you tonight, and I will pay it off with your sword." He bent down, blood gushing out, staining the hem of Tsing Yi, and the sword finally made him unable to straighten his back that could stand up to the sky.

Han Xingming suddenly retracted, and the ten thousand swords returned to one, flying high towards the Nine Heavens, turning into a meteor and falling down the mountain.

"What are you?"

"You can't pay it off, without the sword, you still owe me, and you still have the blood debt of the Divine Extreme Sect!"

"Han Xiuyang is not here, without the sword, are you still a sword saint?" Tsing Yi gently lifted the gray robe and slowly walked towards Han Xingming. Han Xingming didn't answer, it seemed that he had made an appointment, and walked to the middle of the square.

Han Xingming looked at the grass on the steps and muttered to himself.

Mortal, my father-in-law can only help you with this.

The two finally stood in front of them, Han Xingming stared straight at Tsing Yi's cloudy eyes, Qing Pao raised his head, those eyes, always with compassion, looked at everything. The back of the old hand held his waist, looking more desolate and lonely.

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Halfway up the mountain, a small figure struggled to push away several charred corpses pressed on his body, but at the age of two, the black hair was already up to his waist, he crawled out of the pile of dead people with his hands and feet, shuttled through the dark shadows, dodged one massacre after another, and stepped past one corpse after another covered with blood.

"There's another kid here!"

"Not a single one is allowed to stay!"

The crowd suddenly rushed towards him, and in the sky, countless flying swords rushed down, the temperature dropped a lot, and the breath of death began to spread, and he fell backwards in horror, running like a lifeless.

Suddenly, a light fell from the sky, falling faster and faster, and the light became hotter and hotter, and in an instant, countless flying swords in the air shattered and shattered into countless pieces, and in an instant, the sword-wielding pursuer fell to the ground in pain, shattered into a pile of meat crumbs.

"Bang!" Suddenly, a sword appeared on the ground, and it was stuck in the deep earth in a daze, and the hilt of the sword pointed unyieldingly at the sky.

Mortal, my father-in-law can only help you with this.

Father-in-law? He turned back in a panic, and smoke rose from the top of the mountain, which was more terrible than the bottom, and at the same time that the sword landed, a terrible light suddenly erupted from the top of the mountain, and then, the hall began to crumble, and everything began to explode, and it was torn apart, and it was terrible, and there was no debris at all.

The top of the mountain, without warning, broke open, and with the temple of its former glory, fell into the unfathomable abyss like a ghost.

Father-in-law! Father-in-law! His eyes were open, and unwilling tears were wrapped in sadness.

Suddenly there was a wolf howl on the small slope, and there seemed to be the sound of a baby crying, and then there was the noise of the crowd, and one after another shouted, cutting down the wild dog to stew soup at night! Chop up this kid piece!

A string of blood flew over the ridge and sprinkled it on his face, along with a series of wolf howls and infant cries.

Dog? Child? Isn't it ............ He seemed to think of something, and crawled to the side of the sword with his hands and feet, and his little hand clenched the hilt of the sword, and pulled it out as if he was dead, but the sword was much higher than him, and he pulled it very hard, and he pulled it very hard.

On the other side, there was more and more blood, countless corpses were thrown over the ridges, and the wolf howls and cries became sharper.

Hurry up, you come out, why can't you pull it out, come out quickly! He turned his back as a fulcrum, grasped the hilt of his forearm with both hands, and pried it up frantically.

Blood, from between his fingers, drip out, along the hilt of the sword, little by little into the blade, the white blade of the blade is like rust, slowly turning black, becoming darker than the night, leaving only a little white blade, suddenly, a touch of purple in his eyes burst out, his eyes are like a burning flame, bubbling faint purple fire.

The sword was slowly drawn, and with his youthful snort, he slung it to his shoulders and jumped over the high ridge.

On that side, there was a white wolf, covered in snow-white silver hair, which tilted its head and roared angrily at the light moon in the dark sky, and under its neck, a long wound, blood stained red as snow.

On his back, a small baby with wide eyes, silver-white hair hidden among the white wolf's white hair, with amazing silver-white eyes, looked at him and smiled happily, revealing two small new teeth, stretched out his little hand and gently stroked his purple eyes, he also smiled, in the wind and fire, the long black hair fluttered, he turned over on its back, hugged the child tightly, held the black sword tightly, and tied the piano on the wolf's back tightly.

Sword, raised high.

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There is a mountain in Dongzhou, called the highest mountain, called Leshen Mountain.

Le Lao held on to the mountain railing, looking at the distant mountains, the young man behind him held two long ebony chopsticks, stunned, and suddenly shocked, the ebony chopsticks fell to the ground, making two heavy sounds, wandering in the mountains.

"Teacher, save them!" The boy looked up and pleaded.

"The way of heaven is also difficult." Le Lao picked up the chopsticks and sighed, "You want to save them?" ”

"It's not that I want to, but I have to!"

"You don't know how to practice."

"I want to try, even if I don't cultivate." The young man's eyes were open firmly.

"Then let's go." He handed out a chopstick, and the young man took it with both hands and said goodbye.

Ten days later.

The old monk, the old nun, and the old Tao walked gently through the ruins and stepped into the abyss. Soon after, the unconscious green robe and gray robe were helped out, and He Daoren closed his eyes and walked alone at the back.

Han Xingming, there are no bones.

Yamashita.

The little monk, the little nun, and the little Taoist priest surrounded a sturdy young man, a Zen staff, a dust, and a wooden sword flying in the air, constantly striking, and the young man who was surrounded in the middle drew three arrows from behind his back, blocking all attacks, but gradually trapped the wind, because he had no bow.

The staff struck, and his arm bent, and then recovered.

The dust brushed across his face, leaving a faint red mark.

The wooden sword slashed across his shoulder, leaving only a white mark of dust.

"If I had a bow, you would die." The boy spoke fiercely.

The Zen staff whisked the dust and the wooden sword together, this move, I couldn't catch it, but the young man's eyes widened, and he wanted to resist with his body.

Suddenly, a stone flew in, and one hit the junction of the Zen staff and the dusty wooden sword, and hit the sky.

There was a trace of the surrounding heaven and earth aura. There is an extra breath of cultivation.

Another teenager jumped off his horse and helped the saddle, "Thank you for your hard work, you've been running for so long." The tired horse snorted and ran away gently.

The young man's hair was very simply tied in a bun, and he had a jet-black wooden chopstick inserted, turned his head, and his eyes just crossed the four people who were fighting, and threw himself into the ruins, and sighed, "I drove for ten days, and I died of seven horses. Picking up a rock, he walked over to the four as if no one was around, "Still haven't caught up." ”

The stones flew out and knocked down the little monk's Zen staff, and the surrounding cultivation aura rose again. He picked up another small stone.

"But I see you're bullying!" Another stone flew out and hit the wooden sword, leaving a long mark, and the weather aura began to boil.

"Why are you so bullying and killing!" In an instant, his figure swept in front of the little nun, staring angrily at her godless eyes, he was very angry, angry at his own sluggishness, so at this moment, he became too fast, too fast to imagine, for a moment, just an instant, he raised his hand, slapped the three of them nine times, and knocked the stunned three people to the ground.

"I won't be this slow again." He picked up the Zen staff and the wooden sword, and split it into six sections at once, "Come with me, I have a good teacher, maybe I can give you a bow." In another moment, he appeared in front of the strong young man, stretched out his hand, and helped him up.

Three rounds of golden light prints, little by little, drilled out of his fluttering sleeves, coiled around the ebony chopsticks above his head, like five golden holy lights, sacred, extraordinary.

In the ruins, Tsing Yi smiled compassionately.

…… Seven days later, the Xuanbing Pavilion Lord disappeared, and the entire clan disappeared overnight.

On the high mountain, Le Lao looked into the distance, in the wilderness where there was nothing, the black-haired child held the baby, gritted his teeth and cut off a small piece of flesh on his arm, and woke up the black wolf who fell to the ground.

The scholar held the ebony chopsticks tightly and rushed up the mountain path over and over again, then ran down the steep cliff, repeating over and over again.

The boy held the arrow and kicked away the broken bow on the ground, silently wondering when I would have a real bow.

They are all looking at the sky.

They're all looking at the world.

They look at everything in this world.

In the west, the sun crept down the horizon.

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