Chapter 1: The world is stunning

The sounds of fighting, screams, the clash of metal, and the sound of swords to the bones echoed in my ears, like a long piece of music that was played in a loop.

The boy opened his eyes, and everything in front of him felt strange to him.

Familiar, only the environment.

Rivers of blood flowed and millions of corpses were ambushed.

Not far away, a warrior in armor and armed with a soldier was fighting with his life.

Cruelty is written in the cold wind.

The young man's expression was a little sluggish, as if he was a little confused about everything around him.

Hot blood splattered on his pale face.

He came back to his senses and muttered, "How can this be?"

Confusion, incomprehension, and disbelief intertwined in his heart.

Some enemies discovered that there were still living people in the pile of dead people.

So they came over in twos and threes with cold blades, fierce and vicious.

There is a murderous aura in the cold wind.

The boy looked at the "jackals, tigers and leopards" who came around.

He picked up a bronze sword at random in the pile of dead.

"It's boring to start all over again. ”

The boy clenched the bronze sword in his hand and ran out of the pile of dead men to meet the strong, cold-blooded and ruthless enemies.

Several swords broke through the air and roared, and the light and shadow of the sword appeared instantly.

The boy was very calm, and his eyelashes didn't tremble.

He drew his sword.

There is no thunderous momentum, but it is fast, accurate, and ruthless.

He seems to know all the weaknesses of the enemy's moves, or stabbing the enemy in the wrist, elbow, knee with his sword.

With each stab, he shifted his position like an ape, dodging enemy attacks.

Despite his physical exertion, he was always able to dodge enemy attacks.

It seems to be a fluke, but it is actually orderly.

After all the enemies fell, there was no strength to fight again.

The young man panted and wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, shook his head, and sighed: "This body is so weak. ”

The bloodied enemies collapsed to the ground, looking at the boy in horror and confusion.

He is obviously not a cultivator, why is he so strong?

It's also good that he's not a cultivator.

Because manpower will eventually run out.

The enemies were right, and the boy was indeed exhausted by this time.

He can defeat the enemy, leaving them without the strength to fight again, but lacking the strength to kill them.

As the boy just said, this body is too weak after all.

The enemy in the distance noticed the situation here, and rushed over with their swords in a daze.

The next fight is about to begin.

But the boy no longer had the strength to fight again.

He frowned, feeling a little irritated.

He was about to throw away the bronze sword and touch it to his waist.

Around his waist, there is a strange bone flute.

At this moment, suddenly the storm in the sky moved.

The sea of clouds set off thousands of waves.

The young man knew that it was caused by the change in the aura of heaven and earth.

The only ones who can interfere with the aura are the cultivators.

At this moment, countless stars suddenly rose from the earth behind him, surging into the sky and coming through the sea of clouds.

The moment the light crossed the sky, it was like a shooting star.

It should be a sword.

The boy thought to himself.

Sure enough, the stars fell to the ground and the sword appeared.

At the head is a woman's sword volley, full of spirit and peerless face, as if descending from the sky.

At this moment, everything on the battlefield stands still.

Everyone's attention fell on the woman.

Probably they had never seen such a beautiful woman in their lives.

Behind the woman, two generals stood.

One of the younger generals looked at the boy and strode over.

"Your performance just now was very good, and your kendo talent was also very high, and in the end, you had no strength to fight, and you discarded your weapons and went to death calmly, which is worthy of my Qin temperament. The general said.

The young man was stunned, feeling that the general had misunderstood.

The general continued: "Our Great Qin will never let go of any talent, and after this battle, I will lead the way for you." ”

The boy did not speak.

The general said: "Don't worry, my name is Meng Yi, and in Daqin, I am definitely qualified to lead the way for you." ”

The boy said, "I think you misunderstood, I don't think you're unqualified, I'm just hungry right now and want to eat." ”

The general was stunned, then laughed, took out a piece of dry food from his military jacket, and handed it to the young man: "Eat!"

The young man was not polite, he took the dry food and sat on the ground like this, gnawed it and devoured it, not caring at all how many corpses and blood were around, and not caring that this was a battlefield.

Obviously, the general liked the boy's character very much, and his eyes were full of joy when he looked at the boy.

The young man munched on dry food as he looked at the sky-like woman with the sword in the air.

Seeing this, the general smiled and asked, "Is it beautiful?"

The boy nodded and said, "Beautiful." ”

The general stood with his hands in his hands and said proudly: "Of course, she is the first day of pride of the younger generation of my Great Qin Sword Sect. ”

The young man looked at the honorable general, and then at the peerless female sword, grinned, and continued to gnaw on dry food.

The general patted him on the shoulder and said earnestly: "You have excellent kendo talent, work hard, and you will be qualified to stand by her side after all." ”

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The woman with the sword volley coldly glanced at the battlefield, and everyone only felt that countless sword intents had invaded their divine senses, cold and tingling.

Retracting her gaze, the woman clasped her fists to the north and saluted: "Great Qin junior Qin Qin, please go to death to the senior of Great Wei Ximen Huan!"

Her sonorous voice resounded throughout the battlefield.

Whether it was the people of the Qin State or the enemy Wei people, they all looked at her in shock.

Obviously, the weight of Ximenhuan's three words is extremely heavy.

But the three people present were very calm.

In addition to the two generals who already knew the inside story and were confident, it was the young man who sat on the ground and gnawed on dry food.

Meng Yi looked at the young man, and the more he watched, the more he liked it.

The young man looked with interest at the woman who was doing something big about the world at this time.

At this moment, the wind suddenly rose, and the yellow sand rose from the ground, reaching as high as 10,000 feet.

The young man finally finished eating the dry food and was about to ask the general named Meng Yi for saliva again, but suddenly felt the strong murderous intent and strong momentum in the yellow sand, and immediately turned to the leader and stared intently at the rolling yellow sand.

The sharp sound of breaking the air was as deafening as the roar of a tiger in the mountains and forests.

A cold light stabbed from the yellow sand and hit Qin Jing with a peerless face.

Qin Jing looked at the cold light with an indifferent expression, and did nothing.

It looked like I was scared stupid.

But everyone knew that Qin Jing of the Great Qin Sword Sect would never be stupid by anyone.

Even if the opponent is the famous mad knife Ximen Huan of Great Wei.

Just when Leng Mang was about to pierce Qin Jing's delicate body, Qin Jing suddenly moved.

The young man looked at Qin Jing and blinked, he was full of dry food, and finally had the strength to move.

When Qin Jing pulled out the sword at his waist, the sword qi within a radius of thousands of zhang was vertical and horizontal, and the sword was chaotic.

At the same time, Meng Yi, another general, and countless swords shot at the same time, and countless transparent air masses were born out of thin air at the same time, forming a world of their own, protecting their own men and horses from being injured by this sword qi and sword gang.

And the young man had already quietly come to Meng Yi's side and hid in Meng Yi's air mass.

"Why didn't you give the order for some of the men to retreat?" the boy asked.

Meng Yi said: "The people of Great Qin, under any circumstances, will not have the heart to retreat, not to mention that this is not Qin Jing's battle alone. ”

What else is the teenager going to say.

Qin Jing had already drawn his sword.

And not too fancy, just simple slashes.

But this cut has the power to break the stone and open the mountain.

"Sonorous!" a thunderous screech of metal resounded across the battlefield.

The cold glow dissipated a little, revealing a knife.

A knife of extreme luxury and arrogant shape.

This knife is crazy because it is the knife of the mad knife Ximen Huan.

The knife was stuck diagonally into the ground, deep into the dirt, standing in the cold wind, like a lonely man.

At this moment, a lonely man came from the yellow sand.

Chapter 2 Let the craziest knife kneel down the woman

It was a middle-aged man dressed in brocade clothes, with his hair tied and his face rough, giving people a very rough feeling.

Meng Yi and the other general had a solemn look on their faces.

Qin Jing's expression also became extremely serious.

Looking at the expressions of these three people, the young man knew that this lonely man who came from the yellow sand was the Great Wei Crazy Knife Ximen Huan.

Ximen Huan stood with his hands in his hands, looked at Qin Jing for a while, and said, "I used to think that I was the craziest person in the world, until I met you, do you really think you can defeat me? Have you thought about the consequences of failure? Can you afford it?"

Qin Jing said: "You are afraid. ”

Ximen Huan laughed: "What am I afraid of?"

Qin Jing said, "You are afraid that I will defeat you, so you try to disturb my sword heart. ”

Ximen Huan's face was slightly gloomy, and he said: "Joke, the old man has been cultivating for many years, how can he be defeated at the hands of one of your juniors?"

Qin Jing said: "If the strength is determined by the cultivation path sooner or later, then Yan Wuzhao is not the strongest, and Zhao Jing is not the weakest?"

Ximen Huan said: "It's a pity that you are not Yan Wuzhao, and I am not Zhao Jing." ”

When he heard these two names, Qin Ren didn't know why his face was a little pale, and he looked at Qin Jing with a complicated expression.

Everyone in the world knew that Chu Di Yan Wuzhao lived the longest, but he was the weakest among the cultivators.

Zhao Jing lived the shortest, but he was the strongest in the world.

It's just that in Qin, no one dares to mention that name after all.

Now, Qin Jing has mentioned it.

I can't imagine that ten years later, I will still hear your name.

The young man beside Meng Yi looked at Qin Jing, who was indifferent and had a peerless appearance, and was very emotional.

However, at this time, Ximen Huan had already fought with Qin Jing.

Ximen Huan, who is the mad knife of the Great Wei, naturally has something extraordinary.

As soon as he stretched out his hand, the knife stuck obliquely in the dirt seemed to come to life, and it broke through the soil with a thud and returned to his hand.

The moment Ximen Huan held the knife, the sword qi in the four fields began to overflow.

Qin Jing looked at Ximen Huan with a grim face.

Even if she was the first day of arrogance of the younger generation of the Great Qin Sword Sect, she didn't dare to despise it in the face of the Great Wei Crazy Sword.

The next moment he held the knife, Ximen Huan took out the knife.

The real battlefield doesn't have time for you to perform spectacular moves, and it's often a matter of life and death.

The brilliant sword light was like a beam of cold starlight, and it hit Qin Jing's chest.

Qin Jing held his sword in his chest, and his sword qi blocked the sword like a mountain.

But Ximen Huan's knife can open the mountain!

The sword qi like a mountain shattered and collapsed in an instant, and Qin Jing also retreated.

After a while, she staggered to the ground, the corners of her lips slightly red, obviously not lightly injured.

A touch of contempt flashed at the corner of Ximen Huan's lips, and several yin flames suddenly appeared on the knife body, circling like a snake dragon.

This is the famous exercise "Yin Dao Jue" that he practiced and Dawei.

At this moment, the gloomy sky suddenly thundered and thundered, and torrential rain followed.

Qin Jing looked at the dense water droplets falling from the sky, took a deep breath, and clenched the sword in his hand.

"It turned out to be waiting for this moment. Ximen Huan said this to himself, and the yin fire on the knife suddenly skyrocketed.

The flames did not produce a hot heat, but a bitter cold.

It's like a huge furnace has been born between heaven and earth, and it will burn the whole world with yin fire.

Meng Yi and the other general tightened their faces and shot almost at the same time.

The transparent air mass that enveloped every Qin person strengthened by several points again.

Even the raindrops falling from the sky flew away on their own as if they were frightened by life.

And Qin Jing's figure didn't know when he had already disappeared in place.

The raindrops in the sky really come to life.

As if they had been summoned by some kind of summons, they all turned into small swords and headed towards Simon.

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The young man looked at General Meng Yi's face and said seriously: "If you don't retreat, you will really die a lot." ”

Meng Yi shook his head and said firmly, "I said, this is not Qin Jing's battle alone. ”

The young man sighed helplessly, after so many years, Daqin's army was still like this.

In the distance, the figures of Qin Jing and Ximen for Ximen Huan had long since disappeared, replaced by dense raindrops like swords and terrifying, extremely violent raging fires.

In the world where yin fire and countless water droplets collide staggered, there is a deafening roar constantly coming out.

Whether it is the thick dark clouds in the high sky, or the hard and cold soil of the earth, or the wind and rain in the four fields, there are subtle but obvious changes due to the collision of two extremely strong aura.

The clouds are broken, the earth is cracked, the wind and rain are chaotic.

But even Meng Yi and another general couldn't even feel the general situation of Qin Jing and Ximen Huan's fight, let alone others.

But the young man could clearly feel that Qin Jing was suffering.

Indeed, although he is also a strong cultivator in the seventh realm, after all, Ximen Huan, who has been invading the seventh realm for many years, is slightly better.

This should be a thank you for remembering that name.

The young man stroked the bone flute on his waist and thought like this, and silently recited four words.

"Too much water. ”

No one could hear the word.

But the miraculous thing is that Qin Jing actually heard it.

She was stunned, and then her eyes lit up with surprise.

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Suddenly, the dark clouds in the sky cracked, as if someone had cut a huge crack with a sword, and the crack was a little hideous.

Blinding lightning flashed inside the rift.

And water gushed out of it.

It's like a big river bursting.

The water fell from the sky and went straight to the furnace of the Yin Fire.

It's like a straight sword, stabbing straight at it with the momentum of thunder.

Tianshui stabbed into the furnace.

The furnace swelled outwards like papier-mâché, instantly exploding into countless shards of sparkling flames.