In the gloomy alley, the sunlight could not shine inside, and he watched the blood flying into the air, which was passed through by the light, and it looked a little crystal clear.

In the middle of the sound, several Bahu collapsed limply, bleeding all over the ground. He looked at the corpse that was still open, his heart was flustered, he raised his head and frowned, only to see that the other party was tall and straight, with a delicate face contour, wearing a light blue robe, and putting his sword into the sheath, looking extremely handsome.

He watched him slowly walk towards him, his body shrank back, and his bloody face trembled: "Don't kill me, don't kill me!"

At this point, the man stopped, bent down, stretched out his right hand, and said with a gentle smile: "Don't be afraid, I won't hurt you, my name is Nie Yun, and I am a swordsman." ”

"Swordsman?"

"That's right, it's the kind of swordsman who draws his sword to help when the road is uneven!"

"I ...... My name is Duan Wusheng. ”

"Duan Wusheng, this name is really domineering!"

Saying this, he was gently pulled up by Nie Yun, who was ten years old at the time, and Nie Yun was fifteen years old, a head and a half taller than him.

Nie Yun took out a pill from his arms, and quickly stuffed it into his mouth without taking advantage of it, the latter was stunned, only to feel a coolness spread throughout his body, and those numb parts suddenly became normal, and at the same time became painful, and he grinned a little for a while.

"Hold back, this is an elixir for healing injuries, it is very useful, at most half an hour, your skin injury can be healed!"

Duan Wusheng nodded, opened his mouth and squeezed out the word thank you.

Nie Yun smiled faintly, said take care, and left backwards, turning around and just about to step, a small hand suddenly stretched out from his waist, holding the hilt of the sword, with a metallic friction sound, the long sword was unsheathed, emitting a faint light.

Duan Wusheng held the sword in front of his eyes, and his clear eyes looked at it carefully, his eyes were intent, and he was engrossed.

Nie Yun looked at him with interest and said slowly, "Want to learn?"

He raised his big eyes and nodded firmly, "Hmm!"

"Haha, then come with me, go to my house, I'll teach you! Seeing you sleeping on the street like this, being bullied, it's not a problem, my father won't chase you!"

Hearing this, he was extremely excited, as if he had forgotten the pain in his body, holding the long sword, Nie Yun watched him stride away in a daze.

After that, Duan Wusheng lived in Nie Yun's house, his family did some business in the city, no matter how rich he was, it was more than enough to eat and drink, Nie Yun's parents did not dislike him, on the contrary, they liked him very much, the husband and wife only had a son in their later years, and they knew that it was not easy, and now they have more sons, just to be a companion for Nie Yun. And this person is extremely well-behaved, and he rushes to do all kinds of housework. In order to prevent him from giving birth to the idea that he was left because he wanted him to work, the husband and wife both finished the housework behind his back, or asked Nie Yun to do it, but this still couldn't make him stop, and the family couldn't cry or laugh because of this.

After a few years like this, the Nie family took care of him in every way, and Nie Yun also taught him swordsmanship.

In the third year, Nie Yun successfully entered the Tianjian Sect, one of the three strongest Xuanmen in the local state.

In another three years, Duan Wusheng relied on his own efforts to worship the Tianjian Sect at the youngest age of sixteen, and the Nie family's parents were relieved when they saw him off, how good it would be if he was also our son.

Xu is Duan Wusheng has now become a cultivator, although he is far away, he can still be quite clear, he immediately turned back, and knelt down on his knees with a plop under the doubts of the husband and wife, and two holes were pestled out of the ground, just to hear the moist corners of his eyes and shout: "Dad!

When the husband and wife heard this, their hearts were extremely complicated, and they hurriedly supported him, and promised with a kind face: "Huh!"

Then, he knocked his head to the ground three times. It's not a family, but it's better than a family.

In the following years, he and Nie Yun were under the same master, and the two cultivated together. As far as he is concerned, when others talk to him, he always answers and ignores the rest, no matter who he is. Because he only has one friend, and he only recognizes that friend, which is Nie Yun.

Some disciples in the sect would often scold him for being a dog beside Nie Yun, and when Nie Yun told him to go west, he didn't dare to go east.

Duan Wusheng has always ignored these remarks, if it weren't for Nie Yun, he was beaten to death by a group of bullies when he was ten years old, he saved himself, gave him food and clothing, and taught himself swordsmanship, he can go down, and he can have now, all because of Nie Yun's sword back then, even if he is really a dog, what if he is really a dog?

Duan Wusheng returned to his senses, and all his spiritual power was poured into the Tibetan Life Sword, and he would definitely die with this sword.

Nie Yun died in front of him, killed by a single shot by the six elders, his only friend, his only benefactor, he wanted to save him, but there was nothing he could do. Now that his cultivation has increased greatly, he came to kill him with the heart of death, avenged Nie Yun, and made this Yang Killing Gate a few points broken.

His brows tightened, and the sword qi collided with several elders, and the six elders danced their spears to block it, and before they could resist for a second, the spear was cut in two, and the sword qi penetrated his body, even if he didn't die, he had to be crippled! The Tibetan Sword was infinitely enlarged in his pupils, and at this moment, his heart had completely sunk, and there was only dead silence!

However, at this moment, a black-brown palm qi swept past the ears of the six elders, confronting the Tibetan sword that was about to pierce his forehead, and then there was a pull behind him, and he quickly retreated, slowly falling to the ground, opening his mouth and spitting blood.

Duan Wusheng felt the sudden powerful force, he retracted his sword and pulled back with all his might, but he was still repelled several meters, and the soles of his feet rubbed against the ground, and suddenly smoke and dust were everywhere.

"Master!"

The six elders looked up weakly, and the person in front of him was dressed in a light red robe, with thick eyebrows and big eyes, and a tall figure, although he was over sixty years old, he still looked like a middle-aged man. This person is the current master of the Yang Killing Gate, Chaoyang!

"Great Elder, Second Elder!"

The six elders continued to look at the two people beside the master, both of them had a strong aura and immortal wind bones.

When the smoke and dust cleared, the two sides looked at each other, the four elders who were injured by the sword qi before were all seriously injured, standing up and shaking, the six elders were even more unbearable, most of the power was concentrated on him, if it wasn't for someone in charge to block the last sword for him, he would have already entered the netherworld.

"Tianjian Sect, Duan Wusheng?"

After a moment of stalemate, the head took two steps forward, the spiritual power in his body overflowed, his robe was windless, and he squinted his eyes and said coldly:

"Why do you want to hurt my people?!"

Duan Wusheng snorted coldly and said, "Remember that half a year ago, you came to the door to show the public and killed my senior brother Nie Yun?!"

A picture flashed in Chao Yang's mind, and he said disdainfully:

"You, the one who threatened to avenge him?"

"Since you all know revenge, then when he kills my disciple, this sect can't take revenge?!"

Duan Wusheng raised his sword again and pointed at it, saying:

"If your beloved wife is insulted by someone else, you say, should that person be killed?!"