Nangong Xie raised his head, facing the huge sword qi pressure, his clothes swayed, his eyes became resolute, he squatted suddenly, holding the red sword, and jumped into the sky!

The body of the red sword is blazing, the ground is cracked, Nangong Evil is up against the wind, and the sword light of Ling Xujian is up to the sky, like a mountain peak hanging down from the sky, Nangong Evil is a sword with his body, and the sword qi is spurting!

I saw that the red sword suddenly penetrated the sword light of the Ling Xuan Sword that was shocking the sword, and rushed straight up with Nangong Evil, the sword qi was in the air, shuttling vertically and horizontally, and the tips of the two long swords collided, blooming with dazzling light!

Both of them used all their strength, on the woods, the sword qi shattered, scattered in all directions, shattering all the grass and trees in all directions, the clothes on the two of them were torn by the sword qi, and the faces were also scratched by the sword qi, and the two powerful sword qi impacted both sides, hitting the two of them hard!

One is like the moon, and the other is like a rainbow!

At this time, the moon was dim, Changhong collapsed, fell down, and fell heavily to the ground!

There were two bangs, and the two of them immediately fell to the ground, spitting blood!

Nangong Xie had countless sword marks on his body, drenched in blood, and lay on his back on the ground, unable to move.

And Jian Jingchen was also seriously injured, especially in his heart, a hole was opened, Jian Jingchen was sweating profusely, spitting blood from his mouth, and he was about to die, he said angrily: "If it weren't for the carelessness of your sword qi piercing the heart, I would kill you like a dog!" ”

Nangong Xie slanted his sword and was shocked, without saying a word, he could only reluctantly move his body, allowing himself to lean against a tree stump, and his death was not so ugly.

The sword was so badly injured that he took out a detonator-like thing from his arms, pulled out the fuse, and with a thud, rushed into the sky, blasting out a red mist.

Nangong Xie raised his eyebrows and said in a deep voice: "I thought you were a gentleman, you took out a detonator and wanted to die with me, and you were calling people for a long time." ”

"You just wait to die." Jian Jingchen said in a cold voice, and then used the few remaining Dao Qi in his body to sustain his life and wait for rescue.

Nangong Xie leaned against the stump, his eyes were depressed, and he was about to die, and blood dripped down his wrist, staining the earth red.

"Nangong Evil, wake up!" I hurriedly shouted.

But Nangong Xie didn't seem to hear it.

"Nangong Evil, I'm Zhang Yang, wake up!" I shouted again.

At this time, I am a hundred miles away, my consciousness cannot be transformed, nor can I carry out a divine sense attack, seeing that Nangong Evil is about to faint to death, if Jian Jingchen calls the people of the Qingcheng Sect, then Nangong Evil will definitely die!

"Zhang Yang?"

Nangong Xie raised his head, he glanced around, there was some disappointment in his eyes, and then he lowered his head again, he was too seriously injured, his internal organs were severely damaged, and his meridians were also cut off in many places by Ling Xu's sword qi.

"Master, the apprentice has failed your high expectations."

Nangong Xie is about to die, and Zhihai also wants to close.

My consciousness slowly drilled into the sea of consciousness of Nangong Evil, at this time Nangong Evil was already unconscious, I saw Nangong Evil's consciousness, a child was held high in the basket, the gongs and drums around him were noisy, many people were wearing mourning robes, he was placed on a raft and pushed into the river.

"The best sacrifice in the village has been sacrificed to the river god, and the river god will bless my Jinghe Village with good weather and abundant grains in the coming year!" An old man shouted from the shore up the hill.

The little boy was only three or four years old, and he was so frightened that he cried, and there was a little girl in the basket next to him, and the little girl was also crying.

When the raft reached the middle of the river, it began to disintegrate, and the little boy was frightened, looking at the river and the people on the bank on all sides, and shouted: "Father, mother, where are you, come and save me!" ”

The river was a little turbulent, and the bamboo raft was washed away, and the little girl quickly sank to the bottom of the river in a whimper, and the little boy had stones tied to his legs, and he looked at another fat boy on the shore and said, "Dunzi, go and call my father to save me!" ”

The fat boy named Dunzi was so frightened that he hid behind the adults, and the little boy was so anxious that he began to cry again, and hurriedly reached out to untie the rope on his ankle.

All the people looked at him indifferently, the raft dispersed, and the little boy hugged the raft and cried: "I don't want to die, don't drown me!" ”

The little boy struggled with his legs in the river, and soon let go of the falling stones, and he stirred the river with his legs, holding the bamboo raft, trying to swim to the shore.

"The sacrifice ashore is a great disrespect to the river god, what kind of thing is this, sink him!" The village chief ordered.

So two young men stepped on the bamboo raft on the shore and blocked the little boy, who grabbed the bamboo raft and tried to climb up, but was kicked into the river by the young man.

The little boy sank into the river, and everyone thought that the sacrifice had finally sunk into the river, but soon the water surface was different, and the little boy crawled out of the water again, holding the feet of the young man on the bamboo raft with both hands, and no matter how the young man kicked and kicked, he could not kick to death.

The old man on the shore frowned and said, "Call Jianguo!" ”

Soon a submissive man was called, and the old man said, "If the sacrifice does not sink into the river, the village will suffer, you go down and solve it!" ”

The man nodded and got on the bamboo raft.

The little boy had been kicked by the young man at this time and vomited blood, he looked up at the man and said, "Daddy...... Help me......"

A green brick slapped on the little boy's forehead, and the little boy was immediately slapped to the head bleeding, and as soon as his hand was released, he sank to the bottom of the river.

The underwater sound was muffled, and the little boy choked uncomfortably and quickly lost consciousness.

In the middle of the night, the little boy woke up from the water's edge, dragged his tired body and climbed ashore, found his home, and knocked on the door.

Soon a man and a woman walked out of the door, and the lights gradually turned on all sides, and the village chief walked with the villagers.

The little boy was frightened, threw himself beside the woman, hugged the woman's leg and cried.

"He was born of a bad seed born by you, and he was born with a strange disease, communicating with ghosts and gods, he is a natural disaster star, and he will bring disaster to the village!"

When the woman heard this, she hurriedly pushed the little boy down, and the little boy was tied up with five flowers, and after a while, the woman came out from outside and untied the rope on the little boy's body.

"I'll take you to heal......" the woman said to the little boy.

The little boy was carried into the carriage by the woman, and walked for an unknown time, and when he reached a deep mountain and old forest, the woman woke up the sleeping little boy in her arms and led him out of the carriage.

"You just wait for me here, and I'll call the doctor to treat you."

The little boy nodded ignorantly, watched the woman get into the carriage, and walked away.

The little boy was so hungry that he did not dare to move around, and waited for the woman to come back, but after waiting for a long time, he did not see the woman come back, he was so hungry that he lost his strength, he was unclothed, his feet were barefoot, he was coughed by the night wind, he sat on the ground, his lips were white, and he began to bleed.

The blood attracted a fierce wolf, the wolf was the king of wolves, and his body was huge, and he walked up to the little boy, and saw that he was sick, but there was no trace of fear in his eyes, and he turned and left.

The little boy continued to wait, and he cried out in grievance, and a group of mandrills passed by, lifted him over his head, and sent him to a dense forest deep in the mountains.

The little boy saw an old monkey lying in a tree house in the middle of the forest, and the old monkey kept him by his side, and gave him all kinds of delicious fruits to eat every day.

The old monkey didn't teach him anything, but occasionally got up and walked in the mountains and forests with him in his arms, as if he were taking a walk.

A few days later, the old monkey picked up the little boy and sent him to a far place, at the foot of a high one, and the little boy cried and said, "Grandpa the Great Sage, my mother said that I have a strange disease, don't you want me too?" ”

The old monkey laid him on the ground, pointed ahead, and went back to his lodgings.

The little boy was crying, he returned along the mountain road, but was bumped into by a wild boar as big as a calf, and when the wild boar pounced on him to eat him, the old monkey jumped in front of him out of nowhere, and the wild boar was a little frightened when he saw the old monkey, and roared at the old monkey, and the old monkey just raised his hand slightly, and the wild boar was torn apart in an instant, and became minced meat.

So the little boy lived with the old monkey from then on, until a few years later, the old monkey lay in his nest and was dying.

An old man appeared next to the old monkey, and when the old monkey saw the old man appear, he pointed to the little boy beside him, and the old finger gestured to something, and then the old monkey glanced at the little boy, touched his head, and swallowed.

The old Taoist untied a strange sword on his back, the strange sword was red, burning the surroundings, only to see a wisp of spirit floating out of the top of the old monkey's head, burrowing into the sword, the sword body vibrating, and flew to the little boy's side.

The old Taoist wanted to cut the little boy's fingers with the strange sword, but the strange sword made a sword sound, flew away on its own, and surrounded the little boy, so the old Taoist gave up and pulled the little boy who was crying on the old Taoist and left the dense forest.

This little boy is to use the red sword as a companion to fight the Nangong evil who lives on the Lushan Mountain.

His eyes when he was a child were exactly the same as those he has now, indifferent, cold-blooded, unwilling, and he didn't even want his life when he started to move.

I retracted my consciousness, opened my eyes, looked at the place where Nangong Xie was a hundred miles away, and jumped down from the cliff.