The road to the deep valley leads to a desolate and humid area. After leaving the wetland, it enters the hollow area, where the reticulated waters converge into rivers that zigzag in all directions, looking down from above, like several giant dragons walking through the reddish-brown soil.

In the distance, a cedar forest appeared in the col, a few small thatched huts on the edge of the forest, the thatch on the eaves fluttered in the breeze, this is a dilapidated building that is not big or small, like a house and a temple, with gray walls and green tiles, and an old white lantern under the eaves is swaying in the wind.

Evil Xiaoqi found a rope and tied Gashi to a few samurai, locking him in a dilapidated and simple hut. The hut looked abandoned in a narrow valley at the bottom of the hill, and a crumbling stone wall roughly defined the boundaries of the house. There are several large holes in the roof, and the doors and windows are gone.

As it grew dark, Gashi tried all his strength to break free from the ropes that bound him, but he couldn't move. He was anxious, Miss was gone, how could he explain to Lord Zhai when he went back?

Quiet, deathly solemn silence.

Evil Xiaoqi kept an eye on it, and did not put Zhai Lu under house arrest in that wild place, and took advantage of the night to drive the carriage back to Jincheng. And the heavy gates of the city were opened. But just as he was about to be released, one of the guards suddenly waved the torch in his hand and shouted: "There is something wrong with this carriage, there are blood stains on it." ”

Evil Xiaoqi was shocked into a cold sweat, and just perfunctory to the guards said that the one in the car was a cheap wife suffering from an infectious disease, and she had just found a master from other places to see a doctor and use medicine. The unusual thing about this disease is that it cannot see the wind, and it is extremely contagious. If you get sick, you will die within an hour.

After hearing what Evil Xiaoqi said, several guards covered their noses and hid away in disdain. I don't want to avoid it.

The evil little seven horses flicked their whips, and the car staggered on the road.

The guards behind looked at the blood on the wheels by the light of the fire, and hurriedly called their companions to intercept them immediately.

A flag-bearer holding a lantern stood in the tall and slender flag tower, waving the big red lantern in his hand. In the night, it is like a ghost fire, swaying in the breeze.

The soldiers in charge of the castle below immediately noticed the signal from the flag tower and pulled the first frame of the castle.

Inside the castle, which no one saw, the stainless steel press strip was subjected to external thrust, triggering the transmission belt to tighten violently, and making a sharp grinding sound. The conveyor shaft rotates violently, driving the bronze gears to continuously engage the small gears. The axle swayed like a cobra and stretched upwards under the traction of the power, and once the two ends converged and knotted together, the first line of defense of the city gate awoke in the operation of steel.

The heavy city gate is like a samurai pouring waves of pig iron, keeping the evil little seven gears outside the city gate.

At this moment, involuntarily, a trace of fear rose in the heart of the evil Xiaoqi who was looking up at the castle.

At the same time, the forging knife behind him seemed to emit a faint heavy humming sound, like the lonely wail of a wild wolf in the moonlight.

In an instant, Evil Xiaoqi's brain couldn't think, he slowly stretched out his hand, the knife seemed to have an extraordinary soul, and the moment it touched his fingertips, he felt the scorching temperature, the temperature made Evil Xiaoqi startled, and a huge force came from the hot and slightly wet palm.

At the moment when he was about to draw his sword, a familiar voice came from above: "Don't embarrass my friends, you all disperse." ”

The voice was not hurried but with absolute authority, and the people downstairs could hear it very clearly. Who would dare to refute Lord Luomo's words?

Evil Xiaoqi entered the city and found the abandoned old mansion of the evil family, the house was very old, with three courtyards, one room, two rooms, two ears, and three courtyards, he pushed Zhai Lu into the ear room, and just pulled out the rags in her mouth. What I didn't expect was that the first sentence that this little girl said made Evil Xiaoqi laugh, "Does what you say count? I'm your wife?

Quickly stuffed the strip of cloth into Zhai Lu's mouth again, Evil Xiaoqi locked the door and came to the courtyard that had been abandoned for a long time. The moonlight crawled out at some point. Evil Xiaoqi wiped the cold sweat on his forehead, raised his eyes and looked outside, only to see that the moonlight at night was like water, floating faintly and faintly, and the outlines of the nearby trees were extremely clear, as if they were outlined with a bamboo pen.

Evil Xiaoqi trembled and took out the jade jue from the bound belt,

His eyes followed the pious hand to caress the cold jade jue, and in a trance, it seemed that he had returned to the infinite barbarism with distant memories, the tragic story of life and death left behind in that barbaric era.

... Several thick logs make up the main beams of the basement. This basement is magnificent, with thick stone pillars rising from the ground to form a dense vault, but there are veins of rough stones on the walls and underground, and the weather is forestry. Several wooden pillars are reinforced to the rock wall with iron bars, tied with two iron rings, and iron chains hang down from the upper ends.

A drop of blood burst out from heaven and earth. Silent, like ghostly tears. The sunlight reflects a reddish glow. Silently slid into the bottom of the abyss, slowly landing on the lonely tip of the knife. Seeping into the blade, a cold chill flashed.

The furious sword intent instantly transformed into a bloodthirsty monster, and a cloud of black mist rose up. There seemed to be a hideous tiger in the fog, opening its bloody mouth and galloping quickly. Because of its incredible speed, few people can see the limbs of the tiger. All that filled the eyes was a large mouth of blood. The blood-red tongue curled like flames, and the two rows of sharp teeth shone as dazzlingly as metal in the morning light.

Evil Little Seven.

Angry flames erupted from his eyes.

O God on high, I will use this nameless sword. Slaughter the glory of your pride.

In the vast sea of clouds, the long wind is tens of thousands of miles.

The nameless knife that is about to go down in history will split a historic one.

No one heard the roar, nor did they feel the astonishing murderous aura.

In short, the tiger's mouth wrapped in black fog went straight into the sky. A graceful arc was drawn between heaven and earth, and there was no next movement. The daze dissipated into the mist. Peace returned to heaven and earth, as if nothing had happened.

People looked up and sighed slightly, the legendary earth-shattering nameless knife was nothing more than that.

A legend is a legend after all.

But that's it.

The Nameless Knife is no longer a legend.

Beyond the nine heavens, all the gods were angry, and the wild and wild realms were all frightened.

Involuntarily, the gods and demons almost let out a cry of defeat in unison.

It turns out that the nameless knife really exists in the world.

A figure

Standing on the highest peak of Diancang Mountain, he looked up and sighed. I couldn't help but have a look of loss in my eyes.

Look blank.

For three hundred years, nothing could move his mood.

He has been quietly cultivating here. Everything outside of the body is also put down. I didn't expect the Nameless Knife to really exist.

The sword qi shook the earth and shook the earth, and ordinary people couldn't feel it.

As soon as the nameless knife came out, the world was in chaos.

Is the catastrophe really coming?

There will be no more peace in the world.

... In a low, dimly lit hut.

Near the window, there is a Buddhist shrine.

Through the faint sunlight, you can see that there is a statue of a god inside. Fragrant bamboo burns and lingers with smoke

In front of the idol, two people knelt reverently.

An old woman, a fair-faced teenager.

The old woman trembled and said, "You must not open the magic seal, otherwise the world will be in chaos, your mission is coming, accept the will of God." ”

Outside the window, distant horizons.

A thin ray of light loomed behind the clouds, revealing a bright blood-colored line. The sea of clouds was slowly dyed with red light. The blood lines take on a bizarre shape. Like a tiger ready to attack. Open your mouth of blood, ready to devour the creatures of the world.

"The nameless sword slashed the sky and the earth, gathering the power of gods and demons, and no one could see its moves clearly. Lu Yun, the lord of Qianshan Mountain, once said that it was not a human weapon, but more like killing the devil. Because its aura is watered by blood. The old woman's eyes were full of anger.

The young man's gaze was retracted, and he said, "It is precisely because it has no moves and no routines that it is called the Nameless Knife." He hung his head, and suddenly something else occurred in his mind.

"Evil Xiaoqi, who are you? Have you ever been to this world?"

As soon as Evil Xiaoqi was born, he attracted the attention of a person. The man has no name. For the time being, I'll just call him nameless.

"As soon as the nameless knife came out, the world was in chaos. Only when Evil Xiaoqi destroys the magic seal of the underground castle can he hope to save the world. ”

Nameless said such things to many people, and it quickly spread to the ears of Evil Bulu. He didn't notice anything different about his son either. The qualifications are average, the business mind is simple, and he is not even as smart as the daughter of the second master's family. I just ignored it. But for a while, as soon as he fell asleep, an old woman said to herself in a dream that Evil Xiaoqi was not a simple person, he was the soul of a knife in the war between gods and demons five thousand years ago. Because the owner of this knife is a god, his cultivation is profound, and the power of Xuanwu has infiltrated into the knife. So the knife has vitality and a sword soul. After the death of the gods, the soul of this sword went through tribulations and was reincarnated as a human. It's the young master Evil Xiaoqi.

I was shocked to hear it, and I inquired about it. This old woman turned out to be a witch in the snowy region. For hundreds of years, the Snowy Witch has only divined three hexagrams. It all worked.

The snowy witch's cheeks were even paler, without a trace of blood. There was not only anger in her eyes, but also hatred and resentment.

"When the flames of destruction tear apart our lives, the towering walls cannot withstand the trampling of the golden iron horse, the flames of war are burning everywhere, burning the glory, burning the city walls, burning the hope in your heart. Your fearlessness is still shattered. Children, for uninhibited dreams. Draw the knife. For the sake of the trampled dignity, draw your sword. ”

The outline of the snowy witch was a little blurred under the sunlight that penetrated through the window, and although her voice was low but very powerful, revealing her unwilling stubbornness, it was still so clear when the air sent it to the ears of Evil Xiaoqi. It's like those memories hidden in his heart thousands of years ago, spreading little by little and devouring his emotions.

"Kid, you have to remember. What you have in your heart is not necessarily what you want, you want more than that. For the will of God shall not be disobeyed. ”

God's will?

Does God also want the world?

Am I a sword god?

Who is Evil Xiaoqi?