"A ghost sword, this trick is what I have learned all my life. ”

A majestic and familiar voice exploded in Xiao Jiange's mind, and a vast sword intent covered his body. Xiao Jiange's heart suddenly felt a little moved, and he couldn't help but have some tears in the corners of his eyes, Jian Guzi felt like an elder to him, originally Xiao Jiange thought that he had missed this opportunity, but he didn't expect that Jian Guzi's predecessors still taught him this trick.

Just to let himself carry forward the will to inherit the martial idiot.

A scene slowly emerged in front of Xiao Jiange's eyes.

It was the time when the Demon Sect members released the Hell Liquor in the past, and a terrifying Senrod Hell Hall slowly rose in the cold valley next to the Phantom Spirit Mountain, and one after another ghost qi emanated from its hall, and suddenly a hellish scene was everywhere, with corpses everywhere and rivers of blood.

There are countless Yin soldiers and zombies coming out of the palace of the drunken capital, the corpses are freed and abused, and the people's livelihood is ruined, but at this moment, there is a figure slowly descending, it is a gray-robed and black-haired figure.

At that time, Jian Guzi was still a handsome young man, with clear eyebrows and beautiful eyes, and his eyes were cold, he was sad when he saw the picture of hell on earth in front of him, and tried his best to participate in it, rescuing a famous person from the hands of a yin soldier zombie, and saving the world from the fire and water.

However, the Yin soldiers were like a tide that stopped and extinguished, and the screams were all over the mountains, which was a magnificent picture.

The flames of the forest forest rippled out from the temple in all directions, sweeping the world like flowing fire, many people were killed in the swaying fire, and there were terrifying yin soldiers exuding wisps of ghostly sadism, or skeletons holding maces or jumping zombies, among which there were many generals and ghost kings in yellow robes.

There are old and weak women and children who are difficult to escape for their lives, they are cruelly killed in their hands, there are young children crying loudly in the village full of corpses, looking helpless, and finally it is difficult to escape the fate of being swallowed alive, there are old men who stand up and hold crutches to the Yin soldiers who are galloping towards them, and there are simple women holding the corpse of their husbands and crying there.

This is a rare disaster in the history of the Central Plains, starting from the cold and secluded bridge next to the Phantom Mountain, spreading in all directions, disasters are everywhere, the war is swept around countless cities, and the eyes are full of bloody corpses, the remnants and limbs everywhere, infiltrating people, making people look terrified.

Even under such a dark calamity, there is still hidden Dao light, such as the chivalrous righteous cultivators who joined this fight against the ghost soldiers of Xudu, they are contributing to the vitality of the common people.

With a sword to kill the ghost soldiers to save people, some people generously exchanged life for death just to suppress these countless yin soldiers, and there were even unborn old monsters who came out to save people when they saw such a scene.

Xiao Jiange's soul couldn't help but be frightened when he watched from the sidelines, as if he was in the midst of the disaster at the beginning.

"Is this the drunken capital released by the Demon Sect in the first place? It's really terrifying. Xiao Jiange secretly sighed, such a scene is dozens of times more spectacular than the destruction of the Xiao Mansion, if you have to use one word to describe it, the hell on earth is the most.

Xiao Jiange was full of enthusiasm, and he couldn't wait to become one of them to help the people.

This disaster lasted for three years, but in these three years, Jian Guzi saw all kinds of things in the world, and slowly changed from a black-haired youth to a white-haired youth.

In the end, Jian Guzi finally found the location of his Xudu body, and he began to try to break through and cut off this Xudu Palace, but even Jian Guzi, who was the Four Heavens of the Condensation Realm at that time, still couldn't break it.

The last scene made Xiao Jiange's eyes condense, it was an illusory figure that appeared in the sea of fire, and his few words woke up Jian Guzi.

And those words were the key to the sword heart that Xiao Jiange was familiar with.

Xiao Jiange's soul trembled violently when he saw such a scene.

Martial idiot!

That person is the first person in the Central Plains in the entire Jianghu for a hundred years, a martial idiot!

It's a pity that his figure is ethereal, and under the cover of the sea of fire, Xiao Jiange can't see his figure clearly at all, which makes Xiao Jiange regretful.

Jian Guzi, who received an epiphany, handed out the most magnificent sword in his life at this moment, breaking through the entire Xudu!

Xiao Jiange was shocked when he saw such a sword, and he only felt that his blood was surging, and his blood was endless.

Ghosts and gods have a sword, and a sword breaks the capital!

It was just a simple sword qi, shining like day, shocking, like a sword coming down like a new sky, splitting the entire hellfire sea with a sword, turning it into two halves, I don't know how many ghost kings and yin soldiers were all wiped out under this sword.

I saw that the temple of Senluo's Xudu actually paused a white light under this sword, and then dissipated into two halves and dissipated into heaven and earth, turning into a cloud of ghost qi floating in the void, and from a distance, it seemed that there was a black island floating in the air. Book 6 bar

Later, Jian Guzi refined all the ghost qi and turned it into its own cave, and then traveled all over the four directions to collect all the remaining ghost qi in the entire Central Plains, suppressed it in the river outside a valley, and turned into the Duyu River that was later famous in the Central Plains.

This is the end of the scene of consciousness.

Xiao Jiange slowly came back to his senses and woke up slowly.

The three calls of "Brother Xiao" and "Sword Song" came, making Xiao Jiange gradually sober up, and slowly saw the scene in front of him, he was still beside the crossing of the Yu River, Duan Yuran, Zhu Wen, and Nangong sang and danced and shook themselves.

Xiao Jiange couldn't help but settle down and shook his head.

"What's going on," Xiao Jiange asked out loud.

"You were stunned just now, and I thought that the Ghost God Sword Venerable had done something to you. Zhu Wen shook the folding fan and smiled.

"That's it, that's it," Nangong Song and Dance echoed.

"Eh, how long has it been" Xiao Jiange felt as if he was in a different world, and his heart was shocked, and he couldn't help but ask.

"Soon, a quarter of an hour. Duan Yuran said with a smile, and couldn't help but relax when he saw Xiao Jiange come back to his senses.

"Huh, the predecessors are really a good means, I was in the illusion just now, and I realized a sword, presumably this illusion was left in the scroll by the predecessors of the sword valley. Xiao Jiange said slowly.

"I see," Duan Yuran and everyone were stunned.

"Since there is nothing to do, let's cross the river together," Zhu Wen slowly got up and said.

"Let's go, it's time to go to Sword Casting Mountain. Xiao Jiange got up and said, looking at everyone, he knew that they had all gained a chance with that scroll.

The four of them all crossed the river, and their clear water and deep Jiaojiao did not make it difficult in the slightest, poking their heads out to look at the four people who were walking on the waves, Duan Yuran also looked back and waved goodbye to them.

A low dragon roar came, as if to say goodbye.

Since Xiao Jiange and the others left, a purple-clothed figure appeared faintly at the mouth of the Ghost God Valley, her beautiful eyes remained, quietly watching the white-clothed person leave, even though her eyes were filled with sadness.

"Senior Brother Ru Liu is not bad," Jian Guzi's figure slowly appeared beside Liu Xin and sighed.

"Senior brother, no, it's not my type. Liu Xin said lightly.

"Then why fall in love with someone who's only known for a few days?" Jian Guzi asked, gossiping about the love of his apprentice's children.

"I don't know, I always feel that some people, although they know it for a few days after the first acquaintance, there are always some people who are unforgettable after a few days together. Liu Xin shook her head in confusion.

"Alas, idiot," Jian Guzi couldn't help but sigh faintly.

As everyone knows, since this day, there has been a purple cloth on the bank of the river, and there is a dragon with blue water and deep water.

The martial artists and sword cultivators who came and went didn't know who her purple-clothed woman was waiting for, and they didn't know why she was on the shore.

However, only Liu Qingfeng knew that she was waiting for someone, waiting for a white dress, and she was expecting him to come back and hoping that he could have her in his heart.

But even Liu Qingfeng couldn't have imagined that this purple cloth would never marry in his life, and finally became a boat crossing the river, and the wife died of old age.

Even if there is a famous sword in the rivers and lakes in the future, she will ignore it, as if she will wait for that person to find herself, this is her last arrogance.

Even if she sailed leisurely across the river, she still didn't see the white clothes.

The white-clothed man left the valley and crossed the river in a dashing manner, leaving a purple-clothed infatuated person in vain, and the long river passenger crossing was endless, leaving a regret in this life.