On the top of Qingmei Mountain, only a gray-clothed man stood alone. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

The female disciple of the goose-egg-faced Lingxia Sect trembled, Su Liu knew that this was a manifestation of extreme fear, and his mind reached out to the gray-clothed man with three swords, but he couldn't see his face clearly, he could only look at his back, his body was medium-ordinary, it seemed that he was just an ordinary middle-aged man, and there was nothing unusual, perhaps the only thing that was different was that he was carrying three swords diagonally on his back.

The people who use swords in the rivers and lakes are like carp crossing the river, and there are not a few commendable swordsmen, and even there are not a few people who use strange-shaped blades with ingenuity, but there are few people who carry several swords out to walk the rivers and lakes.

Su Liu's heart moved, but he thought of a possibility: the book-mad elder once secretly passed on the lineage of the Wuzhong Sword Shrine, most of them were equipped with multiple swords, and the more swords they hung, the higher the cultivation was proven, and this section was still remembered clearly.

He didn't have time to think about it, because at this time, the divine mind was still in the sea of consciousness of the goose-egg-faced girl, and after the goose-egg-faced girl's extreme fear, the memory began to flash in her mind, and the gray-shirted swordsman standing on the top of Qingmei Mountain finally turned around slowly, looking at its face, it was definitely the image of a middle-aged passerby who could easily make people forget their age.

Dressed ordinarily, with an ordinary appearance, all of them are indistinguishable from everyone, but the sword on his back is extremely extraordinary, Su Liushennian faintly has a feeling that it is the three swords on the back of the gray-shirted middle-aged swordsman who are frightened, not his people.

Three swords obliquely negative.

The sword qi on the top of Qingmei Mountain suddenly exploded!

At that moment, every bright and cold light flashed through the air, symbolizing that a disciple of the Lingxia Sect who rushed forward without hesitation was swept by the sword qi, and he couldn't see his movements clearly, and was directly stabbed to death by a sword to seal his throat.

Even the master of the Lingxia faction, the Lingxia Venerable who was on the list of lands, failed to resist much, the sword light and the earth together, the dust settled, she directly lay on the ground, her eyes widened in horror before she died, and she looked at the blue sky on the top of Qingmei Mountain in disbelief.

The original scenery of Lingxia Peak of Qingmei Mountain, at this time the blood flowed like a river, has become a Shura ghost, the gray-shirted middle-aged man with a sword but expressionless shaking his wrist to pick up the sword, as if looking for something in the Lingxia Master, but it seems to have found nothing, the last sword flew vertically, slashed on the body of the big Buddha on the top of Qingmei Mountain, and took away a thing from the Buddha's body.

"It's really a great swordsmanship, but what is he looking for?"

Su Liu took a deep breath, and his mind stopped at the last moment of the gray-shirted swordsman slashing the Buddha, the memory of the goose-faced girl was completely cut off here, and there was no news of the next step, presumably he died in the sea of corpses and blood, and the gray-shirted swordsman's intention was not to destroy people, otherwise, with his kendo attainments, who among these female disciples of the Lingxia Sect was his enemy of a sword?

"What is in the body of the stone Buddha in Qingmei Mountain? What kind of grudge do you Lingxia Sect have against the murderer?"

Su Liushen thought about communicating with the disciple of the goose-egg-faced Lingxia Sect for a moment, but the disciple of the goose-egg-faced Lingxia Sect was very dazed, obviously not knowing the answer.

Su Liu's mind moved, and he already had an answer, probably something from the Lingxia Sect that caused this gray-shirted swordsman to kill him.

Although this thing did not know why, the meaning was absolutely extraordinary, and he said casually: "Why don't you go up the mountain to see what it is?" ”

Everyone was silent, everyone looked at each other, everyone was in danger, and they didn't dare to answer Su Liu's words at all.

"The posture of the female disciples of the Lingxia faction does not seem to be fake, the Lingxia faction of Qingmei Mountain has been wiped out, it is incredible, and it is also the most sensational tragedy in the rivers and lakes of Shu in decades......"

"At this time, if you go up the mountain and happen to meet those terrible killers, wouldn't you have given Qingqing her life in vain?"

To ask them to sacrifice their lives to take care of this matter, it is obviously impossible, everyone only came for the Xuanhuang ruins of the Sword Pavilion, but at this time it is still hundreds of miles away from the Sword Pavilion, there is no reason to work hard, and some people sighed: "We are not strong, or go home." ”

Su Liu didn't care what these people were thinking, and walked up the mountain alone with his sleeves up.

The heroes of Shu who were still high-spirited before, at this time they were divided into two factions, among the ten stops of the group of heroes under the mountain, they immediately dispersed seven stops, some of them really went home, and more of them were still in the surrounding circles, or went around in a circle to the Sword Pavilion.

The wind chasing knife looked at Su Liu's back and was stunned, and secretly said in his heart that this person was bold and heroic, and he was outstanding, and he was really different from ordinary people, and he hesitated for a while, and finally spit in the palm of his hand, strengthened his courage, and also went to Qingmei Mountain.

The strange thing is that when climbing the mountain, even Su Liu's back did not look at it, dozens of people climbed the steps back and forth, did not dare to think about it, the qi machine was mentioned in twelve minutes, very vigilant, and finally arrived at the top of the mountain.

Everyone is also a heroic man who has been up and down in the rivers and lakes for many years, and there are many outlaws who have been involved in many lives, and they will never blink an eye when they kill people, but the current tragic situation on the top of Qingmei Mountain still makes them creepy, as if a cold air rushes directly from the spine.

At this time, the whole Qingmei Mountain is extremely empty, except for everyone, you can't see half a figure, you can only see the corpse of the sea of blood, everyone seems to fall into the bloody prison of a nose, in the sea of blood, there is a stone Buddha about a few zhang high, this Buddha statue is a kind eyebrow, but at this time the ground is full of blood, the Buddha statue is inevitably stained with blood, the center of the Buddha statue eyebrows downward, cracked a small gap, like a sword mark.

Su Liu stared at this strange and terrifying Buddha statue, and knew in his heart that the gray-shirted swordsman with three swords on his back split the Buddha statue with one sword, and from then on, something was taken from the forehead of the Buddha statue, and it was directly hidden.

At this time, a sharp-eyed middle-aged man only glanced at it, and then suddenly changed color, and muttered: "It's bad, all of them were killed by someone with a sword, how high this person's swordsmanship is!" ”

"All... They're all dead......"

At this time, the heroes of Shu knew why the female disciples of the Lingxia faction were so frightened that they almost went insane, the seriousness of the matter was indeed beyond the expectations of ordinary people, it stands to reason that the Lingxia Master is one of the guest elders of the Shu Land Alliance, and he is also a senior figure with a head and a face, and his cultivation is extremely deep, but at this time he died on the top of Qingmei Mountain, not only did she die tragically, but the disciples of the Lingxia faction were all washed in blood, and their breath was cut off, and they had no life.

The Wind Chaser was pale, but he also recognized this middle-aged man who was dressed plainly and wore a hat, and asked in surprise: "It turned out to be the Shura Divine Sword Officer Imperial Hero." The official senior, the Lingxia faction is a big faction in Shudi, the Lingxia Venerable has a special identity, and he is also a senior master, and he was killed by someone with a sword, this joke can't be made. ”

The middle-aged swordsman's face was as heavy as iron, and he frowned and shook his head: "The old man practiced swords at the age of seven, and it has been more than fifty years so far, and the swordsmanship is not in a hurry, but he is also fortunate to have seen several kendo masters, and he should have seen the world..."

He paused, and someone in the crowd said: "The old man is so humble, in the past, the Shura Divine Sword swept the 29 villages of Heiyang Mountain in Shudi, how could he not be the predecessor hero of the mighty rivers and lakes." ”

The Shura Divine Sword Officer in the mouth of the crowd did not have the slightest color, his face became more and more solemn, and said: "Listen to me, according to these wounds, the swordsman who committed the murder today must be a peerless swordsman, since there is such a master, then what is the matter with me?" ”

Many people said yes, but they had their own plans in their hearts, and they looked at the corpse mountain and sea of blood with more thoughts, and sneered and thought, is this old ghost really so kind, maybe he conspired with someone to kill the Venerable Lingxia!

But I saw that this prestigious official and hero dusted off his sleeves, turned around and left, walking hurriedly, as if he did not want to stay on this mountain for a moment.

Su Liu nodded secretly, this old man surnamed Guan had a clear mind, what he said was true, as soon as he saw the sword marks, he was about to retreat, it was very likely that he knew what was going on, because according to his inference, it was very likely that the sword ghost in the Wuzhong Sword Shrine was killed.

Looking around, the rest of the halls and houses on Qingmei Mountain were not damaged, Su Liu's heart moved, he raised his head slightly, and among the layers of clouds, there was an extremely clear crane voice.

The reaction of the group of males was only one beat slower than that of Su Liu, and they also sensed the strange sound in the clouds, and everyone waited eagerly, only to see that outside the Qingmei Mountain Cliff, there was a half-human tall crane circling its wings, and there was a young man sitting on the back of the crane, dressed in a blue robe, which was faintly in harmony with the blue sky, and the indescribable clear stream was elegant.

The red-crowned giant crane cleared from outside the cliff, and the blue-robed young man rose from the crane's back, his body fluttering, like an immortal stepping on the clouds, slowly falling from the air, standing firmly on the edge of the cliff.

"Immortal cranes and clouds, crack the Divine Monarch!"

"It's the leader of the big alliance who cracks the Divine Monarch, how can he be so young!?"

"This flying crane can be called a different species of heaven and earth, and it is not much lower than my golden-winged Dapeng, is this person on the crane's back the Cracking God Monarch?"

Su Liu withdrew his gaze from the red-crowned giant crane with fluttering wings, and glanced at the blue-robed young man with interest, only to feel that this young man was long, his hands were hanging above his knees, his face was like ancient jade, white and flawless, looking forward to it, not angry but self-authority, looking at his temperament, like a sheathed sword, sharp and sharp.

He also seemed to sense that someone was watching in the dark, snorted lightly, and swept his eyes, like two scorching lightning whips, so that people couldn't help but lower their heads, not daring to look at him.

"In Chengdu, I am ordered by the alliance leader to deal with the affairs of the Lingxia faction."

As if he felt that there was no outstanding master in the crowd, the blue-robed young man spoke indifferently in Chengdu, he caught a glimpse of the image of blood flowing on the top of Qingmei Mountain, and the two sword eyebrows that were obliquely inserted into the temples frowned, walked through the crowd, and stood beside the corpse of Lingxia.

Among the crowd, there has been an uproar ~ waves.

"It's Yu Chengdu, the only son of the Divine Monarch!"

"No wonder he came to Qingmei Mountain with the crane that cracked the Divine Monarch, it turned out to be the envoy of the Great Alliance."

Crack the throne of the first master of Shu, born in Chengdu, and became famous decades ago, he opened the bridge between heaven and earth at the age of eleven, and entered the cave at the age of twenty, and when he was thirty-one years old, he was already the first person in the young generation of Shudi, and now he doesn't know how strong his cultivation is.

Su Liu glanced at it lightly, and Yu Chengdu was looking at the stone Buddha body.

(To be continued.) )