In the world, there are always many people with great lives, they don't die, they live by luck, they remember the truth of the time in their hearts, and the rest of their lives are often awakened by nightmares, and they live humbly and humbly...... lost their souls! These people are called survivors.

Xuan Sheng is one such survivor. He was originally a young disciple of the Blue House Villa, and he was only eighteen years old when the Blue House collapsed overnight.

Many years later, when he recalled the situation again, the experience of that night was still an indelible painful ordeal. He remembered that there were seven or eight other people who escaped from the mountain of corpses and blood at the same time as him. Only then they dispersed and never heard from each other again. He believed that no matter where they were, no matter how old they lived, their pain and fear would stay with them for the rest of their lives, just like his own.

At that time, the world was in the prosperous years, beside the well under the willow tree on the side of the avenue, wherever there were people, there would always be a storyteller or an artist who sang lyrics, praising the legendary story of a person who was famous all over the world.

Whenever at this time, Xuan Sheng, who was gently stroking the place where his broken arm was listening, would have a strange look on his face. Even he couldn't understand what kind of emotion it was.

I once had a battle with that holy person, and if I said it, I guess no one would believe it. The lost right arm was cut off by the man's blade, and on that killing night, he was lucky, because when he blurted out "spare his life", the sharp edge of the man's eyebrows may have seen the sad pleading look on his face, or maybe it was because of his youthful childishness, he actually let him go, and Xuansheng survived.

Under the evening sun, the storyteller's interpretation came to an end, people scattered, and Xuan Sheng, who was nearing the twilight of his life, was like many ordinary people, regaining his peace of mind. On that turbulent night many years ago, he decided to take the secret under the loess and never share it with anyone else in ...... world.

Lucky or unlucky people like Xuansheng, after all, they are a minority, and the fate of these little people is not worth writing about, but they happened to meet that night, and it was just the right time.

People who practice martial arts in the world, before they meet a real master, always feel that they have practiced to the realm of invincibility. After defeating a few opponents or killing a few people, they all look down on the heroes of the world, thinking that this is the pride of a warrior.

However, on the moonlit night of the Qingwa Villa in Yuntou Mountain, they really discovered how stupid their cognition was and how narrow their vision was. Because, the skills of that young enemy are beyond the scope of all of them.

After ten years, twenty or thirty years of hard work and martial arts, everyone's cultivation is different, the level is different, some people are just ordinary martial artists, some people have already excelled, and some people have faintly reached the level of grandmasters, this is the current state of this group of people.

In their predictions, no matter how powerful Yuan Zhao was after defeating the Xuandao God, those twenty people would always be able to kill him together, right? If not, what about the fifty? What about a hundred? I still don't believe it!

But only when the battle really began, everyone was shocked to find that in the face of victory or defeat tonight or life and death, everything was not calculated according to the number of people, or even according to the strength of martial arts.

The high and low of martial arts, the strength and weakness of cultivation, in front of that young man, seem to have lost their meaning, all opponents are treated equally, there is basically no difference, they are all killed by a knife in a flash!

The Han sword is the same system in the hands of the soldiers of the Black Eagle Army, and they once charged together and galloped thousands of miles. Tonight, the Han soldiers pacified the royal city and were about to conquer the country. Yuan Zhao also wants to use this Han sword to kill all those who refuse to obey, and use iron-blooded means to deter the warriors in this 3,000-mile land.

The Xuandao tricks are known for their speed, the so-called splashing ink knife method, chaotic and orderly, in the midst of a big drink, when the first dozen or so disciples of Qingwa Villa connected into a knife mountain, rolled to the ground, blocked Yuan Zhao's retreat, and came from all sides, the momentum was amazing!

But suddenly there was a flower in front of him, and the target figure was gone, and the exclamation sounded, and when everyone hurriedly withdrew their knives and wanted to wait for another formation, the Han knife had already made dozens of sharp edges, like a spider web woven with a blade flying down from the air! Severed limbs, corpses separated, blood splattered...... Wherever the Han knife reaches, no one is spared!

Yuan Zhao turned his body and fell to the ground, not looking at the tragic situation behind him, and then his body was like electricity, and he directly faced another group of people who surrounded and killed, and the majestic qi in his body had already gathered in his arms, and the Han knife suddenly slashed down three feet in front of the footsteps of the person who was in the lead!

This side is the dozens of hidden sect masters led by Ye Wuxun, their plan is to trap Yuan Zhao first, and then the wheel battle will not kill him! But seeing that Yuan Zhao swung his knife and slashed directly from a zhang away, he couldn't help but be slightly stunned, at such a distance, he was going to use a knife to cut his own people? Could it be that he can still kill people in the air? There's nothing wrong with this, right?

However, the next moment the wind blows! He immediately realized that he was wrong, and that he was very wrong, and that he couldn't be more wrong. Yuan Zhao doesn't use a knife to kill people, it is enough to use a knife!

Everyone watched as the knife slashed to the ground, and then a powerful and incomparable domineering force began to kill everything in front of them like a hurricane sweeping leaves! The people who stood in this direction all died miserably, and few people had time to dodge, and this force was no different from the blade. From a little farther away, it was as if the knife had suddenly grown tenfold, destroying everything that stood in its way.

As the crowd suffered heavy casualties, a crack extended from under their feet directly to the edge of the hall, and more than that, and climbed up the wall, the whole wall broke open, and collapsed with a bang, and then there were three louder noises, and finally the whole hall collapsed ......!

There are more than seven or eight hundred people gathered here in Qingwa Villa and Yinmen, and although the courtyard is wide, many people have not had time to come out at the beginning of the fight. But I never expected that these people in the back would die faster!

This hall is the place where the disciples listen to the lectures and practice here on weekdays, and it is built very wide and tall, with purlins on the top of the walls and bluestone, supplemented by red mud and green tiles, and it is a very solid building. Unexpectedly, he couldn't withstand the destructive power of Yuan Zhao's knife.

This collapse was terrible, and the four or five hundred people who had not yet come out and were standing at the door to watch the battle were all suffered. Except for a few agile people at the door who desperately dodged out, the rest were drowned in a cloud of smoke and dust. The scene became stunned for a moment.

Those few people who escaped by luck looked back at the scene of the disaster in shock, almost unable to believe their eyes, and the people in the same sect who were still loudly discussing the killing of Yuan Zhao over there just now were all dead?!

In fact, if they knew that their fate would be inevitable in the future, these people might not be sad for their fellow disciples just now. Even with such a big movement, in the fierce killing sound over there, no one cared about what was happening here, because they were already too busy to take care of themselves.

The power of Yuan Zhao's sword just now is indeed too powerful, this is no longer a knife to kill a person, but a knife to kill all the way! Those who touch it die, and those who block it die. When they saw the tragic situation of the dead with their own eyes, all the onlookers were torn apart.

Some people seemed to be frightened stupidly, and the sword attack became undisciplined, just slashing and killing to protect their side from being killed by the erratic figure. Many more people lost the courage to fight, and the idea of great fear began to rise in their hearts, and they just wanted to leave this place as soon as possible, and never see that person again.

However, perhaps none of them have a chance to escape. On the way here, he had already decided to take advantage of this Yuan Zhao, who took out all his cultivation, he wanted to use all the strength on his body, kill everyone here, and set a rule for all the martial arts practitioners in this land and the Central Plains Kyushu Hidden Gate!

For a long time, the power contained in himself, due to the time travel, has reached what level it has reached, and even he himself is a little unsure. Today is a good opportunity to test it out. Here, he can unscrupulously unleash, kill, and destroy without scruples, and there are not many opportunities for such a hearty experience.

There was a mess in front of the collapsed ruins, and Yuan Zhao, who was merciless, became very terrifying, he was both a human and a demon, and the faint figure that could hardly be caught dragged by the phantom of the sword light was harvesting life accurately, no one could see his figure clearly, let alone attack. Now his enemies should be thinking about how to flee quickly to save their lives.

Escaping the ten-hectare courtyard, the chances of such a thing were slim in the current blood and screams. The one with the best skills, the fastest escape, the fastest to die, the killing god seems to be everywhere. People who run far away and think they have escaped will be pierced through their bodies by a knife flying from nowhere in the next moment, and they will fall to the ground and die.

The disciples of Qingwa Mountain Villa and the people in the Hidden Sect never thought that this careful planning would attract them such a killing god! The moonlight became more hazy, and the starlight became more dim, as if everything in this heaven and earth was smeared with blood, making it seem that it was just a nightmare, and if you want to wake up quickly, maybe you can get rid of the boundless fear.

Sweet dreams may make dreams come true, but nightmares only make people sink more...... Until you go to hell! People who desperately resisted were killed with a knife without any difference, and they died in different ways, and the ending was the same.

After an hour, all the chaotic noise finally fell silent, and the fire was already burning brightly on the collapsed ruins, and gradually spread to the connected buildings, threatening to completely burn down the Blue Tile Villa.

On the battlefield that had just ended, except for the occasional painful sound from those who had not died, there was only one person's shadow standing quietly, and after a while, he inserted the Han knife in his hand into Yuntou Mountain, reaching the handle. When I turned around, I saw the person who was crying in the tree, and I regained my smile.

Thousands of slashes, the evil spirit is gone, and he is still that gentle teenager! This battle has nothing to do with justice and evil, nothing to do with his family and country, he is just for a ...... named Liu Shu.