The clouds walked through the mountains and forests, their sturdy bodies, moving from tree to tree, branches touching his body lightly, but not hindering his progress. The body moves with the heart, the eyes move, the heart moves, the body moves. This is a general summary of Yun Ting's current state, his eyes convey the surrounding environment into his mind, and after thinking about it, he comes up with the best and fastest path. So, move forward.

Even so, Yun Ting was still embarrassed, and the Qingyu Sword was unsheathed several times, all in order to cut off the thorns in front of him and clear a path. After completing the task, the Qingyu Sword was put into the sheath again, and continued to nurture the murderous aura. What Yun Ting wants is the state of the Green Sword, which means that as soon as the Green Sword on his back is unsheathed, he can kill an enemy with lightning speed.

The beauty of a famous sword is that it is a sword that matches its name, and the reason why it is a famous sword is because of the foundation of a famous sword. Even the supporting facilities, the Qingyu scabbard, are a rare piece of good equipment, not to mention that the two are matched together. Yun Ting is confident, as long as he doesn't meet famous generals, or even third-rate and second-rate generals, he can use the Qingyu Sword to smash the weapons in their hands by surprise. Even, kill them.

Close, close. Yun Ting could see the smoke rising from the woods not far away, the firelight was jumping, the tip of his nose smelled the pungent smell of fireworks, and the shouts of killing were endless.

That's right! Here it is. If there is anything else worth touching in Cloud Mountain, it is only the Destroying Blade Sword, which is among the same famous swords as the Qingyu Sword. If Yun Ting remembers correctly, the eldest grandson once said that the Sword of Destruction is the sword of Ban Dingyuan and Dingyuan Gong Banchao of the Han Dynasty! Holding this sword, he abandoned his pen and pacified the Western Regions from Rong's Ban Chao, from a scholar to a general!

As for why this sword fell into the hands of the eldest grandson, it is probably because the grandfather of the eldest grandson was once the deputy general of Ban Chao. When Ban Chao was suspicious of the Han Emperor and recalled to Luoyang, he was born and died with him, and at this time, the disheartened lieutenant decided to live in seclusion, so Ban Chao untied the sword and gave it to him. This sword is a sword-destroying sword, indestructible.

As for these people who grabbed the sword, Yun Ting didn't know who it was, but it was certain. These people are not ordinary people, and their energy is also very huge, and even the residence of the eldest grandson and her father can be found. If Yun Ting didn't guess wrong, these people were either from the family of the official eunuch or from the family, so they could have the standard equipment in the army.

The former is easy to say, and the latter is a fierce rival. The family once spanned the history of the empire in the Common Era, and there are families in all dynasties. It can be said that they are really unbeatable Xiaoqiang, who once depended on an empire and a dynasty to develop and prosper. Some are weak, but some are enduring. The country is dead, they are not dead, the country is alive, they are still there. Therefore, in the history of the Imperial Tianyuan Era, all dynasties, whether they were Ming monarchs or faint monarchs, were doing one thing to suppress the family or win over the family.

Even the current empire is no exception, the eight great families are the eight giant worlds that lasted from the A.D. era to the Tianyuan era, which does not include the current imperial family, the imperial family.

But so what? After all, as long as you are human, you will always die in the end, even if the average life expectancy has reached 140 years now. Even if it is a family, it will decline, like a flourishing tree, but the time has not yet come. When the time comes, it will die along with its roots, branches, and branches.

A dynasty of flowing water, a family of iron. This is not entirely true, but there is some truth to it.

The clouds rushed out like arrows from the string, and the toes stepped lightly, and when they touched the ground, they pressed their ankles and rushed forward. He came out, and the closer he got to the firelight, the colder his face became.

He saw that the figure was no different from his previous life, but it looked thin and a little weaker. The coarse cloth clothes still can't cover the exquisiteness of the figure.

Fortunately, she was fine, Yun Ting was a little happy in his heart, and he arrived.

She shuttled through the enclosed crowd, a long sword in her hand was handed out or withdrawn with the jade hand, her figure fluttering, and the sword was like a shock. But even so, she is still constantly compressing the space for action, and in the end, when it is completely compressed, she will not be able to escape, let alone be spared.

The eldest grandson Yuqiao's face is cold, she is not very good-looking, but she has a special meaning, which makes people want to conquer her. Coupled with the coldness on her face now, it seems that when she smiles, she will feel great satisfaction. The exposed wrist has a natural microwheat color, and it is not like other weak women who are only a small jade arm, which makes people feel strong and energetic.

She didn't know who they were, but she knew why they came.

Bladebreaker. The long sword in her hand now still had the blood of those people on it, and there were beads of blood rolling on it, dripping, a few drops, and a drop being thrown out with the stabbing of the long sword. The whole long sword is like autumn water, moving and rippling, and under the background of blood, it seems that a pool of water will be swaying at any time.

At the beginning, Changsun Yu took advantage of the Blade Destroying Sword to successfully kill two enemies. When she saw them lying down with surprised expressions, she couldn't believe it, and she felt a joy in her heart. It was they who broke in and disturbed their lives, and they also took away their grandfather, and their father's invaluable sword of destruction, and even took their lives.

The martial arts from elementary school can not only be used to pick fruits in the mountains, chop wood and hunt, but also be used to protect yourself and those closest to you. Changsun Yu thought so.

It's not enough. She knew it wasn't enough, at least it wasn't enough to kill those two people, how could she? However, Eldest Sun Yu took two steps back, and the Destroying Sword slashed towards her chest, avoiding the knife that slashed at her. She turned around and faced the enemy coming from behind, her long sword slashed out, and the stabbing sword was retracted.

I don't know how many times this process has been repeated, and Changsun Yu can't remember it clearly. Ever since she had used the Bladebreaker in her hand to sever two swords and kill their owners, they had no longer gone head-to-head, but had instead engaged in a fight, easily no longer clash with the Bladebreaker in her hand. Even if there is, it is a way to exchange injuries for injuries, one person uses the weapon in his hand to carry this indestructible Blade Destroying Sword, and the other person is behind the back, attacking the owner of the Destroying Blade Sword, that is, her.

In this way, relying on his agile body, Changsun Yu has been persevering for a long time, but there are a few more scars on his body, not deep, slightly shallow, and still oozing blood. Changsun Yu could feel the strength of her body, her blood was gradually losing, her steps began to slow down, and the hand holding the Destroying Sword was no longer so tight.

This seems to be extremely simple in normal times, you can pick a few herbs on the mountain, apply them to stop the bleeding, and wait for the small wound to heal, but at this moment, it is slow and fatal. Pain, this kind of pain may not be bearable for other women, but for Changsun Yu, it will never be a problem.

She wants to live with her father, it's just that simple. So she didn't shed tears, and she didn't scream in pain, these were the preludes to her own defeat to the enemy.

Yes and no. She clenched her teeth, and even bit a small piece of skin on her lower lip, and slowly bitten through, and she could clearly feel a piece of skin and flesh being bitten off. Hurt? I couldn't feel it anymore, only the stinging pain at the beginning, and then the pain was completely covered by the pain of other wounds on the body.

The blood is slightly fishy, slightly salty, and mixed with saliva, and it will not erase the taste. She sucked, as if to prolong the pain a little longer, and more blood from the wound sucked out, mixed with saliva.

Changsun Yu tugged at the corners of her mouth, she felt slightly happy, and finally her body regained a little agility under such a situation, and her mind became more and more sober.

He didn't dodge the sword that swung at her, but he turned his body slightly, and when his body was touched by cold, exposing his skin, and there was warmth and pain gushing out from the depths. She took a heavy step forward, and the Blade of Destruction moved downward, stabbing into a soft body without hindrance.

Solved another one.

She smiled. A piece of skin had been peeled off his shoulder, and the original white flesh was torn apart, revealing the color of blood. The breeze passed, although it was soft, but it was like a knife cutting on it, stinging and stinging, and thick blood filled the mouth and nose. She heard it, there was her, and there was the person in front of her who was angry-eyed and still refused to believe that he was dead.

Drawing his sword, a handful of blood splattered out as the sword detached, and the lifeless body slammed into the ground and brought up dust. Blood, dust, rushing to her face, made her embarrassed, but it was nothing more than that, the embarrassment is not death, the worst is death.

She earned another one.

"Daddy!" Changsun Yu turned around and shouted. Her eyes were filled with smoke, but no liquid dripped from it.

Her father, who was already old, armed with a spear, had blocked most of her enemies, but his body was a blur, and his clothes were covered with blood that could no longer be seen in their original color, and he did not know whether it belonged to anyone else, or his father's own. He was old, but he still straightened his back, and the spear in his hand pierced out, the head of the spear was bright red, and the sharp tip of the spear slashed through the beautiful and splendid gun circles, enclosing the enemies who approached their father and daughter as much as possible.

Just like when he was very young, his father was stern and tall, like a big mountain, and every time he followed him, he needed little her to look up. No matter how light her eyes were, she never seemed to be able to see the scenery behind the mountain.

And now, she's grown up. You can look over the mountain and see the scenery behind the mountain in the distance. The mountain is still there, still so upright, it has not changed, standing in front of her, shielding her from the wind and rain.

She still didn't shed tears, looked at her father deeply, turned back, and continued to face the sword and the sword, the blood, and the life and death. Because a long time ago, she often walked alone on mountain roads, regardless of jackals, tigers and leopards, wind and rain, she was used to walking alone on mountain roads, even if it was still a small one.

She also looked back in fear, and she couldn't see her father several times, until one time, she saw his father's figure flashing. Since then, she has not been afraid, because she has her father's figure in her heart and her father's follower behind her. Then, there will be no more fear, no more fear.

The sword in his hand trembled slightly, and the red blood beads on the light and transparent sword body of the sword kept jumping, ticking and ticking on the sword body, jumping and rolling. Changsun Yu didn't know if he was trembling, or if the sword that his grandfather and father cherished and were unwilling to give up was roaring and excited.

"Do you want to drink more blood?" Muttering softly, Changsun Yu was seriously injured, his shoulder was numb, and his left hand was raised, gently stroking the sword body of the Destroying Blade Sword. Instead of brushing away the blood on the sword's body, there was more, and along the palm of her hand, more blood flowed down, and her hand made an opening, but it didn't hurt.

It's true. She smiled, raised her hand, and raised her sword.