Many years later, when Meng Bingyun walked through the world, he would remember the distant evening when he first met Duan Zhen.

At that time, as the daughter of a small family in Beizhou that had been shattered, she was hiding from the enemy alone.

She remembered that the sunset was beautiful, but it was particularly poignant:

"Little Nizi! It's a good run! ”

The remnant sun was like blood, reflecting on the masked men who were chasing behind him, and the white miserable blade slashed diagonally into the air, bringing out the shadow of the Dao Breaking the Sky.

Meng Bingyun gritted his teeth and ran, but the sadness and pain on his face were more unforgettable than his body that had not been exhausted for three days.

Overnight, more than 30 members of the family, from the elderly grandfather, to the infant brother, to the beloved parents, all died.

In the Meng family, who kept to themselves in Beizhou Fulin Province, she was the only one left.

"Why?"

When Meng Bingyun returned home, he saw the corpses of his relatives who had been discarded at random and looked like rag fragments, and he felt a sudden cramp in his heart.

What I smelled was the pungent smell of blood and the burning stench of distant fires.

But before she could shed a tear, the long knife slashed through her sight.

Fortunately, under the shroud of the web of living beings, she also has a good cultivation and can avoid this blow.

What followed was a three-day escape.

"Bell!"

The pursuer's long knife slashed at her, as fast as a thunderbolt, and fell straight to the back of her heart.

And Meng Bingyun supported his exhausted body, twisted his wrist back, and the saber that was worn down to the curled blade blocked by the side.

Her sword style is extremely tricky and strange, as if it is an impermeable grid from the top and bottom of the four directions, and all the attacks that attack behind her are instantaneous.

The Twelve Swords of Xuanyin.

This is a sword technique that she obtained by holding through ten incense sticks in front of the Taoist Lord when she saw the web of all beings in her dream.

It contains twelve strange and unpredictable sword styles, and can nourish a sword intent in the heart, as soon as it is used, it is like there are countless cold to cold breath, covering the opponent.

Moreover, there are a lot of swordsmanship paths, no matter whether it is offensive and defensive, you can find the opponent's flaws and quickly make a counterattack.

This was a sword technique that was enough to support her cultivation to the Martial Saint.

If she hadn't done this, she would have been killed by her pursuers.

"It is said that the daughter of the dream family is extremely talented, and she can survive ten incense sticks in front of the Taoist Lord and obtain this martial saint pinnacle-level exercise, which is really interesting. It's not in vain that I waited for three days and nights! ”

The masked man closest behind him saw that the long knife was stopped again, and he couldn't help but pause slightly, and spoke coldly.

Since the manifestation of the true appearance of the Daoist many years ago, sentient beings no longer need to have a strong "will", and as long as they accept its coercion in front of the Daoist Minister, they can obtain a method from within it.

Even if you can only survive ten breaths, you can get a martial apprentice-level exercise.

The longer he lasted, the more powerful the exercises he obtained, and Meng Bingyun was already a genius who looked at Fulin Province and even the entire Beizhou.

And her swordsmanship is even claimed to be able to cultivate to the peak of the Martial Saint, and after her completion, she is no less than the top ten immortals today.

"But no matter how talented you are, you haven't become a martial saint! After three days of running, how much strength do you have left? ”

The masked man at the head suddenly sneered and waved his hand.

Five or six men behind him took out a blood-red pill from his arms at the same time, and he swallowed it directly into his mouth without even tearing the wax skin.

Whew!

Meng Bingyun originally borrowed his body to escape from afar, and he stagnated.

These people, who had been chasing and killing her for more than three days, suddenly accelerated their bodies suddenly, formed a circle of encirclement, and stopped in front of her.

"Blood Python Pill, I'm really prepared..."

Meng Bingyun looked at the other party's reddened eyes and the indifferent smell of blood in the air, and his tone became cold.

I didn't expect these people to have such a Bao Dan that replenishes qi and blood, since this is the case, why didn't they use it earlier?

"If it weren't for the master's order to capture you alive, how could my brothers delay such a long time!"

The masked man looked at Meng Bingyun's way blocked, and his words suddenly paused.

Although the Blood Python Pill can greatly restore qi and blood, it will also make people feel a little crazy.

After three days of rushing and killing, the six of them couldn't take a girl whose hair hadn't grown yet, which undoubtedly made him angry.

This time, he actually leaked his mouth and revealed a little bit of his origin.

"Master?"

At the same time, Meng Bingyun's eyes were cold, as if he had realized something through the other party's words.

For a moment, her mind quickly flashed over the curtain of people who had enemies with her family.

"Duanmuyang sent you?"

Meng Bingyun crossed the long sword, his body exuded wisps of mysterious aura, and the blood around his body began to drop to freezing.

The Xuanyin Twelve Swords need to cultivate a wisp of yin and cold qi in the meridians, and over time, the heat of qi and blood is difficult to extinguish.

However, after the sword light hits the human body, the deep cold like the appendage of the bones will spread to the enemy's internal organs with the blood, like a frozen seven-foot cold, which stretches endlessly.

"Humph! Not stupid. ”

The masked man snorted coldly, and no longer spoke, but glanced at the five people around him.

In the next moment, six pitch-black figures, like running formations, rushed towards the dream ice cloud.

Boom Boom!

The footwork under their feet was extremely subtle, and there was a faint sound of wind and thunder, which suddenly brought great pressure to Meng Bingyun!

Purple Qi Heaven and Earth Net Array!

This is a method of combined attack from the network of living beings, which is suitable for combined attacks with three to ten people, and when it runs as one, it can increase the combat power by fifty percent.

For a while, Meng Bingyun could only see the afterimages around him, and the sounds of chaos came and went, and it was difficult to see the reality of the void.

But not being able to see it doesn't mean she's powerless to resist.

Whew!

The long sword, which seemed to be full of chill, stabbed three inches diagonally in front of him, like a move towards the air, shaking and striking.

But the afterimage in front of him suddenly froze, and a few drops of blood rolled through the tip of the frost-white sword, and even the sword body was not infected, and it fell to the ground.

The first style of the twelve swords of Xuanyin, the only way of heaven and earth.

I am the only one, and my heart is pure.

As soon as the sword style came out, it was like a force to break delusion, and it saw through the trajectory of the six people in front of him, and even stabbed one of them.

"You..."

And the formation of the connection between the virtual and the real is condensed.

The masked man who had been stabbed suddenly jumped out of the crowd, and a wisp of frost was visible to the naked eye.

The wound on his chest began to emit white mist, like a cold stream of frost and ice that had been infected with ice and snow.

With the power of a sword, even blood can be frozen.

"The martial saint pinnacle-level exercises really live up to its reputation."

Seeing this, the masked man who spoke first couldn't help but speak.

He was amazed, but his hands didn't stop moving.

Because after that sword was swung, Meng Bingyun's body was already swaying, and it was difficult to maintain.

"Bang bang bang!"

Five bright and flickering long knives turned from void to reality in an instant, and the force slashed at her long sword.

Bang dang!

The frost-white sword, which was already curled up, finally couldn't withstand this power far beyond itself, and was cut to pieces.

And Meng Bingyun was also slashed by a diagonal blade, cutting through the shoulder.

Her face turned pale, and she could already feel that her bones were shattered, and half of her body had lost her strength.

"If I die today, I will kill you brutes!"

Seriously injured by this, a trace of anger rose between Meng Bingyun's eyebrows.

She grasped the long knife stuck in her shoulder, and suddenly pulled it out, and the blade turned sharply, slashing at the man's neck.

Woo-ra!

Caught off guard, the person on the other side was cut in the artery before he could react.

Tick!

Tick!

The blood in the trachea seemed to have been blasted open by a pressure pump, splashing up, staining Meng Bingyun's pale and stubborn face.

"Hehehe..."

The poignant laughter seems to reflect the increasingly twilight sun, highlighting the woman's unwillingness and tragedy.

The remaining four masked people shrank their eyes at the same time, and they were shocked for a moment by the blood droplets and momentum on each other's faces.

But then, as if they were annoyed and angry, the long knives slashed one after another, like grinding meat, and cut into Meng Bingyun's body.

A yellow-haired girl, let them chase and kill for three days, and killed two people, what a shame is this?

They were like crazy, constantly slashing, venting their anger on Meng Bingyun.

Bang Bang Bang!

But not long after, the four of them jumped inexplicably, and the movements in their hands hurriedly stopped.

How did the blade enter the body and not match the usual sound?

"You..."

In the next moment, an extremely rich disbelief rose in the eyes of the four people, and at some point, a subtle light curtain had floated on the surface of Meng Bingyun's body.

Their long knives were all slashed at this curtain of light, and they couldn't get into the slightest.

"Gangqi? How can it be? ”

This is an innate martial artist who can condense Gang Qi outside the body, how could it appear on this yellow-haired girl!

And then, they also saw a hint of surprise in each other's eyes.

It seems that Meng Bingyun himself doesn't know where this inexplicable anger comes from.

But in the next moment, several people in the field heard an indifferent and calm voice at the same time.

It seems to emerge from the depths of man's heart, reverberating endlessly, unstoppable:

"In hundreds of years, you are the first person to realize the mind of the Twelve Swords of Xuanyin."

This voice sounds like a young man, but if you listen closely, you can feel that it contains the vicissitudes of the world.

At this moment, Meng Bingyun and the masked four all jumped in their hearts, and subconsciously looked towards the source of the sound.

Their eyes were all looking up, for the sound came from heaven.

Above the white clouds, Tiangang Beidou.

A young man dressed in white, carrying his hands behind his back, and his long black hair tied up at will, was landing step by step from the clouds.

His gaze was like a crystal clear lake, calm and unwavering.

The body is slender, the complexion is fair, and there is a vague indifferent will, which is constantly echoing from all around.

At this moment, Meng Bingyun and the masked four suddenly felt an inexplicable feeling in their hearts.

They seem to be looking up at an eternal starry sky, ancient and quiet.

But the stars and rivers, the light and shadow in the sky, are not as good as the young man in front of him.

"What's your name?"

The young man stepped into the world from the sky, walked step by step, and walked in front of Meng Bingyun, who was covered in scars.

As he marched, the four masked killers were reduced to pieces inch by inch, as if they had been shattered into powder by an invisible force.

"I..."

Meng Bingyun, whose face was pale, suddenly seemed to remember something.

When she dreams every day, the appearance of the Taoist Lord she sees seems... It seems to be exactly the same as the teenager in front of him.

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