What Liu Jian saw just now may be an illusion, but in the illusion mirror, the small red sword has earth-shattering power. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

At this time, this little red sword was lying in the palm of the four elders' palms, quiet, like a very ordinary small sword, except for the color was a little red, it was almost no different from the ordinary small sword, without the slightest aura.

But despite this, Liu Jian's face still changed greatly, and his heart was agitated.

He stared at the little sword, his eyes completely unable to take his eyes off it.

If he could have the swordsmanship cultivation of the four elders, Liu Jian couldn't imagine it.

He loved swords all his life, and he had a deep understanding of swordsmanship, and compared to the swordsmanship cultivation of the four elders, he felt that he had not been able to enter the hall at all.

"This sword has followed me for hundreds of years, when it crossed through, it also saved my life, but unfortunately the sword spirit has been asleep, if you really have a chance, you can wake up the sword spirit, when the time comes, it will definitely be able to help you, I will give it to you, I hope you love it and cherish it." The four elders were a little reluctant in their eyes, but they said resolutely.

Liu Jian took the little sword.

Xiao Jian's hand, with a trace of warmth, faintly, he seemed to be able to feel the existence of the sword spirit, as if in a chaos, close at hand, but far away in the world, the sword spirit fell asleep, as if it had died.

Holding the sword in both hands, Liu Jian bowed to the four elders and said, "I will definitely regard it as my life, the sword is in the people, and the sword is dead." ”

He spoke very seriously and with a very pious attitude.

Holding the little sword, I don't know why, he has a pride in his heart.

The fourth elder nodded slightly, quite pleased, and when he really gave the sword away, he really let go, as if he had let go of the psychological baggage over the years, laughed, and said, "It has a fate with you." What you saw just now is just a projection of me when I was fighting, I hope you will understand that you still have a long, long way to go in the future to become a real sword cultivator. ”

"I will certainly live up to the love and cultivation of the elders, and I will do my best."

The four elders turned around and walked out of the stone house.

In the other stone house, the shadow dragon was facing the three elders and was bowing respectfully.

The three elders gave him a gun.

A short gun, only a little more than a foot long, but the body of the gun can be retracted, fully deployed, and more than three meters long.

Zhangba's spear shrank in the shadow dragon's hand at this time, his eyes were a little dazed, and it was obvious that he was completely unprepared for this.

The third elder said patiently: "According to the usual practice, every disciple of you who enters the secret realm of trials can get our guidance, and I have a fate with you, so I will give you this soul chasing gun." ”

"But I've never learned marksmanship." Shadow Dragon said honestly.

He naturally knew that the gun sent by the three elders must be very prestigious, and he didn't want to insult this gun.

The third elder bowed his head slightly and said, "No, you can learn it now." ”

Shadow Dragon was about to speak, but suddenly found that he was completely speechless, as if he was imprisoned, he stared at the eyes of the three elders, as if he was completely fascinated.

Like the eyes of the four elders, the eyes of the three elders are as clear as the water of a blue lake, and they can't see fish, but they can see a starry sky.

The sun, moon and stars flickered in his eyes, morning and twilight, and the years passed mercilessly.

Shadow Dragon's eyes gradually widened, and he finally saw a different scene from the eyes of the third elder.

It was an open valley, surrounded by towering mountains, and I couldn't see the top at a glance, I don't know how high it was, and a middle-aged man, with an iron gun, stood at the mouth of the valley.

Behind him was a village, vaguely a dozen old people, women and children, standing together, silently looking at the man, their eyes full of respect and gratitude.

The valley is quiet.

The man's side was covered with blood and stumps, and countless corpses were piled up in the mountains, and he stood in the sea of corpses.

The air was filled with a strong smell of blood, and on the cliff in the distance, several vultures stared at Gu's corpse greedily, eager to try, but they seemed to be afraid of something, and they didn't dare to fly down to prey after all.

The man's body was straight, he was very thin and not tall, but he gave the impression of being powerful and tall.

He stood there, the tip of the gun digging deep into the ground, passing through someone's throat, and on the hilt, a red spike fluttered in the wind, like a puddle of blood spilled in the air.

Many people died on the ground, and many war horses died, not far away, several war horses looked at the man vigilantly, they seemed to be psychic, there was begging and thick fear in their eyes, and even several war horses were trembling, looking uneasy.

The war horse was also very quiet, not snorting, just wagging its tail gently, as if to please the man.

The man didn't look at them, his eyes were closed, as if he were completely disconnected from the world, and there were wounds in many parts of his body, deep or shallow, bleeding, and falling to the ground, soaked in the dirt.

Suddenly, hooves thundered.

At another exit from the valley, countless dusty clouds flew like thunder, and a large number of cavalry poured in from the mouth of the valley.

Each cavalryman was heavily armoured, covering his whole body tightly, revealing only a pair of eyes.

At least 500 horsemen rode into the valley, and at last they stopped fifty meters in front of the man.

Although there were only 500 cavalry, they were as moving as thunder and as quiet as a virgin.

They stopped where they were, did not charge, each holding a long knife in his hand, more than three meters long, with a sharp blade, snow-white, shining with a cold light, terrifying.

They were highly disciplined, and every cavalryman, who had been through a hundred battles, just stood there quietly, and the sky darkened, and there was a murderous aura, which began to spread in the valley.

Several vultures on the cliff seemed to be frightened, and with a snort, they all flew up, hovered in the air for a while, and landed farther away on the cliff.

They flapped their wings, and the greed in their eyes was even greater.

In front of the five cavalrymen, there was another man, the armor on his body was different, shining with golden light, his whole person was like a killing god from hell, his long knife was different from the rest of the people, longer, wider, and the body of the knife was dark, not because it was too blunt, but because it had killed too many people, and the blood had been soaked for a long time, and the blade was no longer as bright as before.

It is clear that this is a general.

But he must be an iron-blooded general, and this can be reflected only by the good qualities shown by these five hundred knights.

The general looked at the man in the valley opposite, and the group of old, weak, sick and disabled behind the man, and the shadow dragon was clearly standing behind the man, but it seemed that he was not seen at all.

The man finally opened his eyes, looked at the general opposite with an indifferent expression, and said lightly: "For the sake of more than a dozen old and young, I actually alarmed the people of your Shenwu Battalion, and asked you to lead the team personally, isn't this a big fuss?" ”

The general's eyes were a little vigilant, and he was full of murderous aura, and said calmly: "Iron spear Qiu Chu, you should know that if it weren't for the fact that you want to block it, the border army would be enough, where is our turn, and we came here, naturally we want to kill you, it's just that I respect you for the first in the world in marksmanship, and your reputation is not easy to come by, and you also fought on the battlefield for our Great Qin back then, if you leave now, I can treat you as if I haven't seen you." ”

"Joke!"

The man sneered: "You should know that I was born in this valley, everyone here is my relatives, my father and fellow villagers, since I have rushed back, how can I do what you wish, the gun is in the people, the gun is dead, if I am here, they will not die." ”

The general took a breath and said, "Even if you are a well-known enemy of 10,000 people, you must know that we are people from the Shenwu Battalion, and every soldier in the Shenwu Battalion is from the elite of the Great Qin Army, and we can definitely defeat one by one hundred, we have five hundred people, can you kill them all?" Moreover, if you are wounded, even if you can defeat us, the empire has made up its mind, how can you win forever, we are dead, we have our own successors, if you die, a lifetime of wisdom will be destroyed here. ”

The man laughed wildly: "Even if you die on the battlefield, you have no regrets, if you want to fight, you will fight, why bother talking nonsense!" ”

The general was silent for a moment, then slowly raised the knife in his hand.

His long knife was raised, and the five hundred soldiers behind him also raised the long knife in their hands at the same time.

A peerless sword intent immediately appeared.

The sword intent is infinite, sweeping the heavens and the earth, the long knife swings out, and a piece of knife qi flies away.

"Dragon!"

The general shouted.

The sword turned into a dragon, fangs and claws, and swooped towards the man in the air.

Although it was transformed by sword qi, it was like substance, and the long dragon was actually covered with scale armor, lifelike, and the dragon's mouth spewed hot flames, as if it could burn anything to ashes.

The man's hand holding the spear suddenly turned green.

Zheng!

The iron spear was drawn, and he took it in his hand and swung it.

The iron spear pointed at the general on the opposite side from afar, and a more refined gun intent suddenly appeared.

It was like a magic arrow that suddenly left the bowstring, flew out of the string, and shot towards the dragon's head.

Rumble!

An earth-shattering sound came, and it was like a thunderclap in the sky.

The dragon's head was blown up, the dragon was flying with ashes, as if it had never appeared at all, countless sword qi flew indiscriminately between heaven and earth, five hundred soldiers, more than a third of the people, sprayed blood, fell to the ground, and died.

The general's face was shrouded in golden armor, and it was impossible to see his expression at this time, but obviously, he was not feeling good either.

The war horse spun around in place, and was forcibly pulled by him, while his right hand trembled slightly.

The battle didn't end there.

The general looked at the man opposite, gritted his teeth and insisted, silently paying attention.

The man stabbed out with a shot, and his feet suddenly sank more than half a foot, and his naked feet were buried by the earth.

His face flushed, and the wounds were bleeding a little faster.

But his eyes were still as resolute as iron, like the iron spear in his hand, and he stood straight, not shaking, nor taking half a step back.

The blow of the world, which gathered 500 people, still failed to make him fall, but made his injuries much more serious.

The shadow dragon stood behind him, but it was amazing, and he could see every detail between heaven and earth.

For example, among the soldiers who were planted to the ground by the vitality backlash, a few of them had not completely lost their breath, their lips were squirming slightly, but they couldn't say a word for a long time, and blood was pouring out of their lips, like a few fish on the verge of death due to lack of water.

Another example is the dozen old people, children and women standing behind the man at the entrance of the village, their faces are full of emotion, and deep worry, and some have begun to cry softly, some people want to stand up and persuade the man to leave, but they are stopped by several old people.

Several children, as if afraid to see such a scene, buried their little faces in their mother's arms, and did not dare to look directly.

The sky was filled with scattered vitality, and the clouds were thick, as if a torrential rain was coming next.