Huaguo, the Western Regions Snow Plain.

The vast plateau, the endless blue sky, the snow covered every inch of the land, and the lonely two or three red willows shrunk their red and purple branches in the bitter cold wind.

In the vast white expanse, the plateau seems so gentle, like a plain white and silky satin. It seemed as if the mind had been purified, but when I looked further, I found that the snowfield was empty and terrifyingly monotonous except for snow and scarce dwarf plants.

Under this world, you will only feel your own insignificance.

It is often thought that the Western Regions of China is the only holy place left in the world, but only those who have actually been there will know that the vast majority of it is a dead place where they cannot survive.

And in the midst of a dead land, a shocking war is about to break out!

The cold wind whipped up goose feathers and snowflakes like blades, and on the unobstructed plains, like a herd of wild horses, they were galloping and raging. In the distance, almost half of the lake froze, leaving only a few deep black lakes exposed in the cold air, and soon these deep black lakes would also turn pale with snow, as if the lake had closed its eyes after death.

Hundreds of corpses fell beside the lake, and the blonde hair fluttering in the wind showed the identity of the deceased, who came from the West.

The sturdy plate armor on their bodies was carved with elegant and graceful patterns, but now it was mottled and broken, and the cross-sword in their hands was broken into several pieces.

Bright red blood splattered all over the ground, adding a bright color to the snow-white and monotonous snowfield. But with the sound of the wind, it was quickly drowned in the snow and seemed to have never existed.

In addition to this bright color, there are other colors in this dead land.

Dressed in a green shirt and snow-gray animal skin, Jiang Ming confronted the sword cultivator in front of him.

Jian Xiu, with a face of more than twenty, not to mention how handsome he is, that is, he can see the past, he is holding a three-foot long sword wrapped with black strips of cloth in his arms, as if he is holding a peerless beauty.

In other words, for him, this sword was originally a confidant who could accompany him for a lifetime.

This sword cultivator does not have the cold aura of ordinary sword cultivators, on the contrary, it is very gentle, somewhat bookish. There is no murderous intent in his eyes, and he is as calm as a lake. In general, it is just a harmless ordinary person, no different from a liberal arts student who grabs a lot of money in a secular university and has some chivalrous dreams.

But Jiang Ming knew that it was this sword cultivator who swung out a sword curtain like a mountain, stopping him from galloping to the west.

Of course, it was very simple for Jiang Ming to pass through the sword curtain, but for some reasons, he took the initiative to stay.

"Who are you?" Jiang Ming took the initiative to ask.

Jian Xiu's words are like gold: "Yin Xijia." ”

"Xijia, the Taishi of the Western Zhou Dynasty?" Jiang Ming heard the name of the sword cultivator, and instantly thought of the Taishi of the Western Zhou Dynasty, Xijia.

Sword Cultivator Yin Xijia also showed a surprised expression, he didn't expect Jiang Ming to know the name of a person thousands of years ago: "It's just the same name, what about you?

"Jiang Ming, my people have been robbed, I'm going to snatch them back, can you let me go now?"

Facing Jiang Ming's request, Jian Xiu Yin Xijia shook his head: "It is my duty to defend the border, defeat me, and you can pass." ”

Jiang Ming was speechless for a while: "Everyone is Chinese, it's okay to give some face." ”

"Face, I've given it. Jian Xiu Yin Xijia said, pointing to the corpse of the Westerner next to him who was almost buried by the heavy snow.

That means that Jiang Ming is a Chinese, and the foreigners have already killed him.

"Do you have to fight?" Jiang Ming asked.

Sword Cultivator Yin Xijia nodded silently.

"Okay! ”

Jiang Ming stretched out his right hand, and the laurel long sword with a sword body like water appeared in his hand.

Puff~

Jiang Ming was hit by a sword, and the blood infected his chest, and he looked embarrassed, but fortunately, the injury was not critical, or the sword man left his hand, and he had no intention of killing him.

"When did you draw your sword?" Jiang Ming wiped his chest, and his injuries recovered immediately.

Sword cultivator Yin Xijia was still holding the long sword, as if he had never pulled the sword out of its sheath, and it was not him who hurt Jiang Ming at all.

"When you come out of the sword, you will kill, and the sword is used to kill, not to look good.

Draw your sword and don't attack, fool!"

The taste of being scolded was naturally uncomfortable, and Jiang Ming swung his sword and slashed at Yin Xijia.

No, with another pop, Jiang Ming's right arm with the sword was pierced, and the laurel sword also fell to the ground.

Jian Xiu Yin Xijia didn't wait for Jiang Ming to ask, and said: "Stab, split, tease, hang, cloud, point, collapse, intercept." Haven't you learned these eight basic sword moves?

Raise the sword too much, the empty door is wide open, this is a taboo in swordsmanship, the master who taught you is an idiot?"

"I don't have a master. Jiang Ming twitched the corners of his mouth, he really didn't have a master.

When I was in the world of gods and demons, I relied on some attack techniques that I had obtained by myself, and they were all boxing techniques, and there was no such high-level swordsmanship as swordsmanship at all.

But it's right to think about it, gods and demons are good at physical bodies, emphasizing that one force will drop ten times, and the enemy will be directly hammered, where can there be so many skillful things.

"Really? Sword Cultivator Yin Xijia sighed.

Jiang Ming also thought that the other party felt sorry because he wasted his time because he didn't have a famous teacher to guide him.

As a result, Sword Cultivator Yin Xijia continued: "It's a pity that a peerless sword was wasted in the hands of a waste. ”

When Yin Xijia spoke, his eyes looked at the laurel sword on the ground, and there was some meaning of affection.

"I'll go to your sister, my uncle can bear it, my aunt can bear it, but I can't bear it. ”

Yin Xijia's mocking and disdainful attitude made Jiang Ming instantly furious.

I don't know how to swordsmanship, and I originally wanted to learn it from you, but now I just want to hack you to death!

Jiang Ming half-squatted down, and his right hand had already recovered, and he picked up the laurel long sword again.

Seeing this, Yin Xijia shook his head: "Still raise your sword and not attack?" ”

When Chang~

Jiang Ming's sword and Yin Xijia's sword slammed together, and Yin Xijia's eyes were full of incredulity.

But that's not all. Jiang Ming stomped heavily on his right foot, and layers of snow were lifted like quilts, revealing the withered yellow grass.

Sparks, splashed between the two swords.

Jiang Ming stepped forward, pushing Yin Xijia, like a plow, speeding across the snowfield.

It's another bang.

Yin Xijia's blade shattered a corner.

"Stop!" Yin Xijia roared angrily, looking at the broken love sword, his heart was dripping blood, "Reckless, how can there be such a sword comparison." ”

"Live Nima, that's how Lao Tzu compares!"

Jiang Ming continued to move forward, and Yin Xijia's sword broke~