"Someone broke into the mountain!"

There was a quick shout, but on both sides of the mountain steps, more than a dozen swordsmen with emerald green ribbons around their waists appeared in the woods, flashing out, drawing their swords out of the sheath one after another, the cold light of the sword body flashed, and the sound of the sword roared one after another, resounding through the mountains and forests.

They want to block people, stop people, and it is the man in purple and black clothes who is walking up the mountain step by step.

All the swords pointed at the incoming man.

"Stop, Divine Sword Villa is not allowed to set foot in Divine Sword Villa, I advise you to retreat quickly, don't make mistakes!"

Someone shouted and stopped.

But the man still looked like he was going his own way, his eyes were calm, his steps were steady and firm, he didn't have the slightest intention of stopping, nor did he have the slightest intention of looking at them, as if these people were not worth his stop and look at, only walking, only walking.

"Array!"

Listening to the drink again, more than a dozen sharp swords were immediately divided, stacked into three rows, like a big river surging waves, one wave covered one wave after another, stabbing towards the uninvited guest, the tip of the sword moved, the sword shadow fluttered back and forth, and it had become an astonishing formation.

But the end is.

"Whew!"

The strong wind blows in the face, the feet of the people do not stop, the big fat behind the back rises suddenly, the ink hair is like a wild dragon, the dust flies and the leaves roll up the mountain steps, and only the screams are heard in an instant.

These dozen or so mountain swordsmen, the long swords in their hands broke out of thin air, and then like grass seedlings in the wind, they were blown upside down, rolled into a ground, and turned to both sides of the mountain steps.

On the top of the secluded mountain, a series of alarming bells suddenly sounded, and "Cen Cen" rang out, and the frightened birds in the forest scattered.

"Crunch!"

Suddenly, the man in purple and black clothes finally stopped, he stopped in a huge open space, not far away, there was also a bluestone stele, which was engraved with three sharp words - "Xie Jianping." ”

"Your Excellency broke into my Xie family's mountain gate and injured my Xie family disciple, I won't give an explanation today, I'm afraid that you will go up this mountain, but you can't go down!"

This place is near the top of the mountain, and at the end, a huge mountain villa looms in the mountains and forests. At this moment, the closed vermilion door had been opened, the door shaft turned, and a heroic middle-aged man came out, with sword eyebrows and bright eyes, a tuft of swarthy short beard on his chin, wearing a lilac robe, and countless children of the Xie family poured out behind him; These people are all swords with cold light flashing in their hands, and the light in their eyes is faint, and their skills are not weak.

"Who are you? If you want to find death, you have to leave a name! ”

The man's eyebrows moved slightly, and he said lightly: "Bai Xiaolou!" ”

"Wow!"

"Ah, you're the Demon Sect Master?"

As soon as these three words came out, everyone on the top of the mountain changed color, and there was an uproar.

Now that the Demon Sect is advancing eastward, the identity of the Demon Sect Leader has come to light from the water, and it is none other than this Bai Xiaolou.

It is rumored that it has realized a sword technique, known as the demon in the knife, called "Ruyi Heavenly Demon, Serial Eight Styles", invincible in the West, it is difficult to resist, in recent years, this knife has been deduced to the top and the top, the perfect situation, among them, not including the various magic skills that this person has learned, the magic of the town teaching, but, since the beginning of the eastward expansion of the Demon Sect, so far, no one has seen this person shoot.

But in the world, who can underestimate this person, who dares to underestimate this person.

With the Demon Sect members alone, this person has almost forced all the sects and factions in the Central Plains into a dead end, and he who has never made a move, how earth-shattering he should be.

"What about Xie Xiaofeng?"

Bai Xiaolou suddenly asked.

His gaze suddenly searched the crowd, unscrupulous, and with a sense of reason.

But it should be like this, in the whole world, who can block the person in front of him, in the Divine Sword Villa, except for Xie Xiaofeng, who is called the "Sword God", who can be.

The middle-aged man in the lilac robe said in a deep voice, "Why do you think I'm not Xie Xiaofeng?" ”

Bai Xiaolou's eyes fell on him, only glanced at him, and said, "You? You don't deserve it! ”

A casual and indifferent voice, speaking softly, speaking softly.

Instead of being angry, the man laughed, and he smiled faintly: "That's a good point, but even if it's a sword god, he's my son!" ”

This person is the contemporary owner of Shenjian Villa, Xie Wangsun, and Xie Xiaofeng's father.

He seems to like others to praise his son, especially a big man like Bai Xiaolou, even if it is to belittle him, after all, Xie Xiaofeng is his son, in the world, anyone who can give birth to a son like Xie Xiaofeng is afraid that he will wake up laughing when he dreams.

Just as he laughed.

The crowd was divided, and there was already a young man in black clothes in Bai Xiaolou's eyes, this young man seemed to be less than a double ten, with tight cuffs, slender and thin hands hanging down, tied his hair, and carrying a rather old long sword diagonally behind his back, with a cluster of sword spikes hanging on the hilt.

Bai Xiaolou frowned.

It's not that he saw something unexpected for him, but that the person in front of him is too ordinary, with a thin body, a black face, and a few marks the size of beans on his face, more like malnutrition, his hair is a little yellow, from a distance, he looks like a sick ghost, and his face is even more ordinary, such a person, I'm afraid he will never be recognized again if he falls into the crowd.

Will this be the five-year-old sword god Xie Xiaofeng, who is six years old and interprets the sword spectrum, who recites a hundred poems at the age of seven, who is proficient in everything and is said to be handsome and chic, and who is amazingly talented?

But gradually, Bai Xiaolou's eyes changed.

He saw the other man's eyes.

It is a pair of very clean eyes, clean and dust-free, like the faint green water under the mountain, not rippling, not feeling the waves, and like an ancient well in front of the court, shining the sun, moon and stars, deep as a mirror.

Suddenly, he frowned, his eyes lit up, and in a trance, he seemed to see a terrifying sword qi rising from the ancient well, rushing into the sky, unstoppable.

Looking at it again, the person in his eyes seems to have been majestic and heroic, and his eyes are sharp, like a magnificent god standing on the top of the mountain, which is incredible.

A pair of eyes can make people have such a terrible change that is earth-shattering?

"You're only one of you?"

Xie Xiaofeng spoke.

His voice was warm.

Bai Xiaolou said: "One person is enough!" ”

In fact, Xie Xiaofeng was also secretly looking at this Demon Sect Master, but judging by the fact that this person was very young, it was not enough to stand.

He hesitated, "You want to fight me?" ”

Bai Xiaolou was surprised: "You don't dare? ”

Xie Xiaofeng shook his head: "It's not that I don't dare, but I once saw a person in the north, and this battle should be a battle between the three of me!" ”

Bai Xiaolou groaned a little when he heard this, but still said in that indifferent tone: "You mean the master of the Blue Dragon Society?" It's just an old ghost who knows how to stay in the face, the back waves of the Yangtze River push the front waves, he is already at sunset, twilight and old, how can he be compared with you and me! ”

Between the words, he actually regarded Su Qing as useless and regarded him as a stinky old man.

Xie Xiaofeng frowned, Shangguan Jinhong and Su Qing fought that day, he happened to be on the sidelines to witness it, for that battle, he still remembered it vividly, not to mention that those who could go that far were simple and ordinary people, but he never expected that this Bai Xiaolou would be so conceited and arrogant, and he would actually say this.

He was about to say it again.

But Bai Xiaolou on the sword flat suddenly squinted, turned his head to look at a tall and straight cedar, and saw that on the treetops of this fir tree with chopsticks thin, I don't know when there was a man in Tsing Yi who was holding his sleeves and carrying the piano, standing on tiptoe, his clothes fluttering, as if he didn't have a trace of weight, with the swaying of the treetops, gently up and down, swaying left and right.

"Tut-tut, crazy enough!"

This person snorted, his tone was casual, his eyelids were condescending, and he also squinted at Bai Xiaolou with a pair of Danfeng eyes.

The person who came was none other than Su Qing.

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