In the midst of a rolling green mountain, there is a lone peak that reaches into the sky, looking down like an ancient giant.

The wind is howling on the peak, and the clouds and mist gather and rise and fall.

There was a man in a blue shirt standing on the edge of a cliff with his hands in his hands, looking into the distance.

The man has a handsome face and a slender build, with a tattoo under the corner of his left eye.

A tattoo is a word with a scar on it.

Feeling.

The love of the slash.

The mountain wind was loud, but it couldn't blow a man's thin hair.

The mountain wind, like the waves of the sea, actually separated automatically in front of the man, as if he was slashed by an invisible knife, surging towards both sides.

This is the sword intent!

The man's body was full of intense knife intent, and occasional clouds and mist blew in, and before he could get close to him, he was crushed by the terrifying knife intent.

The man's gaze was in the north.

In that far north place, there is a sect, known as the holy land of kendo.

Meishan Sword Sect!

Maybe it was because it was getting closer and closer to the agreed day, and the man's battle intent that had been hidden in his heart for ten years finally erupted like a dragon raising its head, so he didn't deliberately suppress his majestic sword intent and let it pour around.

So, within a radius of 100 miles, the beasts were prostrate on the ground, trembling, not daring to move.

The man's name is Yin Clashing.

Known as the Heavenly Sword!

"Why haven't you come yet?"

Yin Qiqing yawned and said to himself, "I'm tired of my handsome standing posture." ”

As soon as the words fell, there was a sudden sound of footsteps behind him.

A dark-skinned, wooden-looking young man staggered from the mountain path, sweating profusely, his face pale, and his slightly trembling left hand holding a rusty wood knife.

His other arm, with its sleeve empty, fluttered in the wind.

It turned out to be a one-armed teenager.

"Wu Dao, Wu Dao, you idiot, let me say what is good about you?"

The man didn't look back, and his tone seemed very displeased.

"Yes, I'm sorry, senior!"

Wu Daogu couldn't take a breath, and said apologetically: "I, I fell on the road, so I ......"

"Will you be two hours late for a fall?"

Yin Qiqing turned his head suddenly, looked at Wu Dao, who was dressed in rags, and sneered: "You kid should make up a better reason." ”

Wu Dao's face turned red, "Senior, I ......"

Yin Qiqing pursed his lips and interrupted Wu Dao again, "Forget it, I'm too lazy to bother with you, just when you've finished training, let's rest." ”

"Thank you, senior!"

Wu Dao showed a hint of a smile, then collapsed to the ground and let go of the firewood knife.

Bang bang!

The seemingly inconspicuous firewood knife fell to the ground, but it actually smashed a small pit and splashed a large area of mud.

Wu Dao wiped a handful of sweat from his forehead, looked up at the sky, and was stunned.

He thought to himself that he was really useless, and it took so long to rush from the foot of the mountain to the top of the mountain with a firewood knife.

Hey, when will I be able to satisfy Senior Yin!

"What a little idiot. ”

Yin Qiqing glanced at the swarthy young man who was hanging his head, and the corners of his mouth lifted.

If I hadn't stumbled in secret, how could you have fallen?

You're really stupid, stupid, you can't do it, but ...... Still somewhat useful.

Otherwise, under the shroud of my sword intent, how can I be safe and sound?

Yin Qiqing suddenly turned around and raised his eyes slightly, as if he had a sense.

He tugged at the corners of his mouth and muttered, "Believe it or not, I'm going to stab you now?"

Thousands of miles away, there is a high mountain, full of plum blossoms.

A man in a green shirt stood on the top of the mountain, his face was elegant and his expression was indifferent.

There was wind at the top of the mountain.

The wind flowed lightly around the man, like a cheerful and frolicking child.

The man looked to the south and suddenly remembered a foul word that a certain fellow had said.

"Fuck your uncle, it's the wind that Lao Tzu cuts!"

The man thought about this and smiled slightly.

Then the wind rose.

The wind is blowing, and countless plum blossoms are flying in the air.

And so, there was the sound of swords.

At the top of the mountain, there is the sound of swords.

At this moment, everyone on the mountain raised their heads and looked at the top of the mountain, their faces full of reverence.

For the man in green shirts, the plum blossoms are all swords.

His name is Li Qingyi.

Known as the Confucian Sword!

The man smiled and whispered a word.

"If you have the ability, come here. ”

(End of chapter)