It has reached the end of autumn, the autumn wind is swaying, the leaves are bleak, and the sunset is full of sky.

Under the bleak autumn wind leaves, there stood a man with a sword in his hand.

Although it is only a black iron inferior scabbard, there is no gold swallow, and there is no gemstone embellishment, but there are almost no people in the rivers and lakes who don't recognize this sword, and there are almost no people who don't know him.

His people became famous at the age of twelve or thirteen, and his sword became famous all over the world for less than two years, and now he is less than twenty years old.

As the saying goes, there is no first in the text, and there is no second in the martial arts. No matter how well the article is written, he does not dare to boast that his pen and ink are the best in the world; On the contrary, people with strong martial arts often boast that their martial arts are unparalleled and unmatched.

But all martial arts people, people who walk the rivers and lakes, most of them are unruly. Therefore, there are many dead people on the rivers and lakes, and there are many battles, because no one will think that they are inferior, and sometimes face is more important than life.

Of course, this is not absolute.

Some people will always rely on their own skills to dominate the world, and arbitrarily have become such a person.

A year ago, when he arbitrarily descended to Shaomu Mountain, many titles such as the first in the world and the invincible in the world fell on his head, and it was also created in this year, and he lived so leisurely at will.

Situ Baekje built a village for him in the West Lake, and in this year he lived on the shore of the West Lake, and he spent seven years training the 33 unique schools of the Wudang School from the age of five.

However, when he came back from Shaolin, he only lived by the West Lake for a year, and he practiced all the seventy-two Shaolin stunts, except for those that had been lost.

He only learned martial arts when he was five years old, so naturally he couldn't compare to today.

A year ago, Arbitrary thought that when he put down the sword, his life would be over.

But now, he just wants to do something unfinished and leave this world......

"Brother Ren, it's time for us to go."

The voice is delicate and delicate, the voice is soft and crisp, or the round face, or the innocent appearance; It's just that those very elf-eyed eyes have changed, and now Qu Feiyan only has pride in his eyes.

"yes, it's time to go."

As he spoke, he moved his steps at will, and then walked from the mountain road to the peak.

He walked slowly, but he didn't stop, even though death was ahead. Because it wasn't his death, it was theirs.

"Today, a lot of people will die."

"Hmm!" Qu Feiyan nodded, at this moment, the little girl was also carrying a sword, carrying it like arbitrary...... Even at the moment any sword, just in the hand.

"You're not afraid?"

"Don't be afraid!"

"That's good!"

The mountain road is not wide, but it is very long, how long will it take to walk like this?

Suddenly, there was a roar! It came from the forests on both sides of the mountain road, and then the cold light blossomed, and countless hidden weapons came, like a day of light and rain, and like stars in the night, sprinkled little by little......

The sword popped out with the thumb of any left hand, and the bloody sword flew out and swung it out.

As soon as he threw out the blood sword, he didn't see how to move, he didn't see how to be solemn, but he had a stroke in an understatement.

Just like a calligraphy master with a drunken book, a painter swings his pen into a painting, which seems to be relaxed, but in fact, I don't know how many people are pursuing the pinnacle of the realm.

Just listen to the "Ding Ding ......" a sound of gold and iron!

After the sword light swept up, the cold light was extinguished in an instant.

Then at any foot, but saw innumerable broken branches and arrows scattered all over the ground, and each arrow was split into two pieces; Divide evenly into two pieces from head to tail.

Then, the shouts of killing immediately sounded, and I saw twenty-eight figures leaping out of the mountains and forests on both sides, all with heavy broadswords in their hands. Twenty-eight people were forced by the fierce wind, and they were about to be cut down.

The sword light filled the air, and the murderous aura swept through.

In the face of these twenty-eight people, twenty-eight swords, only one sword will be issued at will!

A sword light flew up obliquely, like a shocking lightning!

The momentum of a sword flying strike, but no one can describe the splendor and brilliance, the muscles and bones of the head, even the air and the breeze can cut through the sword qi, and the edge of the sword is so terrifying that it cannot be resisted!

The sword flashed, and the twenty-eight broken swords immediately fell.

When the twenty-eight people also landed on the ground, they were in a vertical position, and the people were gone.

Man with sword light.

The sword was brilliant, and the sword slashed at the throat of one of them, and then the other saw Arbitrarily standing beside his fellow disciples, and also standing in front of him...... Silver-haired and white-robed, armed with a bloody sword.

Blood flew out suddenly, and the head of his fellow disciple fell from his neck.

Seeing such a scene, this person lost the ability to think, and he also lost the ability to act, and at the same time lost the ability to live.

Only corpses can fall, and those who stand will become corpses.

Everyone else wanted to run, but whenever they moved, they would see the sword light, a brilliant and brilliant sword light, an irresistible sword light!

There are still two people hiding in the forest, they are the Songshan faction's 'Jinmao Lion' Gao Kexin and the 'Nine Curved Sword' Zhong Zhen, they are both looking for an opportunity, looking for a chance to give him a fatal opportunity.

But the so-called 'chance' did not exist, and only between the two of them hesitated, there were already twenty-eight corpses on the ground.

It's too fast, such a sword, such a person, will not give them any 'chance' at all, not even the slightest chance of hesitation.

The two of them flew out at the same time, and they still had to run until the end.

Then, the 'Nine Curved Sword' Zhong Zhen saw that the 'Jinmao Lion' Gao Kexin was strangled by the sword blade, and his head was cut off with a sword, just like the heads of the twenty-eight Songshan disciples in front of him.

Flying and landing, Zhong Zhen's sinking heart of the 'Nine Curved Sword' was about to jump out, and when he just wanted to raise his luck and jump out, his body stopped in vain.

His eyes drooped slightly, and he happened to see a bright red blade pumping back from his throat.

Pain and fear came, and his spirit began to trance, and in a trance, a white figure walked past him......

"Brother Ren, we are about to go to the mountain gate of the Songshan faction, as long as we climb these steps.

Arbitrarily whispered, and the pace of the two still did not stop.

……

Shengguan Peak, the bell rings "chattering...... Deep, deep, long, melodious, but with so much urgency, so haste, that the person who rings the bell is terrified.

Not only is he afraid, but everyone in the Songshan faction is afraid, because he is coming!

Today's Songshan Thirteen Taibao, only Zhao Sihai, Zhang Jingchao, Bu Shen, Sima De, Sha Tianjiang and Deng Bagong are left; Most of the thirteen Taibao are dead, and the person who started it is the person in front of him.

In front of them, in addition to this person, there were only corpses and blood, and there were corpses everywhere, like purgatory on earth, and everyone who saw this scene turned pale and showed a look of horror.

In this man's hand was a sword, a red, bright sword.

Each of them knew that the sword was not like this, that it was red with blood, red with the blood of the enemy, and that almost no one remembered the sword as it was, as no one remembered......

How many people died under this sword!