Qing Dynasty swordsman.

Five words, the strokes are as vigorous as a dragon, majestic, as if they will rise into the air at any time, turn into a behemoth, soaring in the sky.

Yang Chen was surprised to see it, and with that slash, the pen blade was like a sharp sword out of the sheath, shining with cold light, and there seemed to be a Haoran sword intent surging invisibly.

It was just five words, but it had two completely different momentums, which set off each other, vaguely as if there were several real dragons dancing with long swords, which came into Yang Chen's eyes.

He was extremely shocked in his heart, and looked at the opening that had been split by the sword, and the stone tablet in it was simple and unpretentious, full of the breath of time, and mixed with a touch of blood.

Reaching out to dust off the stone stele, next to the "Qing Dynasty Sword Man", there are rows of small words, but because of the time, it is difficult to read.

"Qing Dynasty sword warriors?"

The first thing that came to Yang Chen's mind was the sword cultivation in the novel.

Observing again, he soon made a new discovery.

Around the stele, countless iron chains are entwined like pythons, even after the changes of time, they are still new and shiny, each as thick as an adult's arm.

Wiped off the soil stained by the iron chain, only to see that it was densely packed with obscure runes, Yang Chen didn't know any of them, but he smelled a strong fishy smell.

"When I was in the Dragon King Temple before, there was the sound of iron chains sliding, could it be that?"

The heavy rain was still falling, and the stele was wet the moment it was unearthed.

The cold wind was fierce, blowing a few drops of golden rain from afar, impartially, and it happened to fall on the sword word of "Qing Dynasty Sword Man".

Another drop happened to be swallowed by Yang Chen, who looked up to watch the rain.

The young man had been injured, and he had eaten skewers and drunk alcohol before, so he couldn't help but feel parched, so he opened his mouth when he looked up, intending to drink a few drops of rain to quench his thirst.

It all happened so much.

The golden raindrops entered the body, and the word "sword" was radiant, like a small sun being born, incorporating Yang Chen into it.

Mountains and rivers, ancient trees towering.

In front of me is no longer the ruins of a temple with heavy rain, but a meadow full of spring, not far away a thick old locust tree with lush branches and a canopy towering into the sky.

Yang Chen was shocked, this tree was simply the same as the Heavenly Pillar, and more than a dozen people together might not be able to surround it, and the height could not be seen clearly.

"What is this place?"

Turning his head to look away, several majestic mountains stood on the horizon, surrounded by thousands of clouds, and there was a monstrous fairy aura hanging from the sky, covering the mountain.

From afar, it looks like several waterfalls falling from the sky.

In my ears, the sound of the stream flowing, the fragrance of flowers in the air, and a few birdsong can be heard from time to time, but their exact location cannot be found.

The aura is dense, the white mist is vast, and this place is like a fairyland on earth.

Walking on the green grass, Yang Chen forcibly suppressed the shock and curiosity in his heart, looked at the surrounding environment, and was full of vigilance.

After a few miles, the footsteps stopped, and several pale blue flowers appeared in front of me, swaying in the spring breeze, emitting a refreshing fragrance with each shake.

Yang Chen couldn't help but lean his nose over, sniffing gently, and a rich fragrance of flowers suddenly flowed down his nose, through his throat, and poured into his body.

At the same time, he visibly felt as if something was going on in his abdomen.

Continue to walk forward, during which the birdsong disappeared, and the radius of dozens of miles was only the faint sound of the soles of the feet stepping on the grass.

Three hundred meters later, through a natural barrier formed by spiritual energy, ten stone tablets appeared in front of him.

First of all, the first piece reads: "Qing Dynasty sword man, Xu Mo Zhiliu." ”

His eyes widened, Yang Chen trotted to the stone tablet, and before he could react, he saw a beam of light fly out from the three words "Xu Mozhi" and drill into his eyebrows.

In an instant, my head was splitting, and my soul seemed to be being beaten.

Yang Chen let out a miserable scream, coughed up a mouthful of blood, and then fainted in front of the stone tablet.

Not far away, the branches and leaves of the old locust tree emitted a faint light, and a leaf fell, and it turned into a human form when it touched the ground, and it was a man in white.

Walking leisurely, his expression is indifferent, and his handsome face is like a deep water ancient pool, without a trace of ripples.

His body trembled, shrunk into inches, pressed one hand on Yang Chen's abdomen, and said softly: "The qualifications are medium, and you can barely get the last inheritance." ”

Thousands of miles away from the Dragon King Temple, in the mighty Yangtze River, a dragon revealed its true body, and its head alone occupied one-fifth of the width of the river.

At five o'clock in the morning, it stands to reason that the sky will light up early in the summer.

But because of the heavy rain, at this moment, all places are plunged into endless darkness, and only the golden raindrops that fall are the brightest.

It was an unusually heavy rain that covered almost the entire earth, and many people who hid in their homes felt very strange, especially when they saw the figures coming out of temples or barren mountains.

In Luohe City, Emperor Ziwei appeared, and he said the law, causing the purple qi to come to the east.

The Dharma Body ascended to the sky in one step, standing proudly in the sky, overlooking the vast earth, and the nine true dragons behind him roared, full of majesty, but his eyes were full of doubts.

Where is this?

At the end of the sky, the universe trembled, and another terrifying figure climbed into the void, surrounded by violent spiritual power, causing the heavy rain to divert its course, and he did not dare to fall towards him.

In the Yangtze River basin, far away from the people, the river suddenly separated to both sides, and then a huge head was raised, looking at the unattainable and unreachable two, and felt jealous.

Jiaolong's eyes were cold, and suddenly he dived frantically and went to the bottom of the water, which is an unknown river basin, in fact, it is deeper than the Three Gorges Reservoir, thousands of meters.

In the next second, the river was turbulent and splashed with monstrous waves.

Then, a purple light appeared, shining on the churning river, and one hand, as big as a mountain, fell from the sky and stretched into the Yangtze River.

Boom!

The majestic body of the dragon was like an earthworm in front of that hand, and it was tightly grasped, like a long fish caught in a net being fished out of the lake.

The river that covers the sky with big hands, and can submerge a piece of the countryside flows down the fingers, falls to the surface of the water, and splashes terrifying waves again.

Roar!

Feeling the terrifying strength, the dragon that was shattered all over his body and shattered his scale armor immediately wailed and begged for mercy, his eyes were full of fear, and there was still a trace of coldness before.

"It's not easy for you to practice, spare your life. ”

Thunderous words sounded in the sky, and with a wave of his big hand, he directly threw the dragon a hundred miles away, falling into the deep mountains, and after a period of churning, there was no movement.

And the Ziwei Emperor, who was far away in the sky, waved his sleeves and disappeared.

There are so many tributaries of the Yangtze River that even with today's technological means, it is impossible to determine how many there are.

In the era of war, a prince who had been destroyed led his family and refugees in the process of fleeing, passing by a mountain, seeing that this place was easy to defend and difficult to attack, rich in resources, coupled with the lack of luck to avoid the enemy, he simply did not flee, planning to fight the enemy army to the death here.

However, what he didn't expect was that after a few months, he didn't see a single enemy soldier.

The prince was astonished, and asked the wise man who was with him, to which he replied, "Wait." ”

But this wait, I have waited for hundreds of years.

The ancestors have died, and the descendants have established a village at the foot of the mountain, and although life is not as comfortable as in the city, it is better than freedom, and there is no government control.

The village is backed by mountains and forests, and young men often go into the mountains to hunt, and each time they return with a full load.

As for the front, it is a tributary of the Yangtze River, of course, where did people at that time know this, it was just an ordinary river.

The village women wash their clothes in front of the river every day, and the older men set up nets to fish in small boats made of felled trees, and the children on the shore are full of curiosity and can watch for a long time at a time.

In this way, the days passed by in a dull and pleasant way, until one day at noon, when the sun was suddenly obscured by dark clouds, the bright sky was plunged into darkness, and the wind howled, and the villagers lit torches and came to the river to pick up the children and women who were playing.

Bang!

The river water, which was usually calm and calm, suddenly appeared a huge movement, and the demonic aura was rampant, spreading in all directions, and the nearby trees suddenly broke off at the waist.

The people were so frightened that they forgot to flee, and watched the river swell, and a black shadow rushed out, roaring up to the sky, and the roar shook the wilderness, causing all the wolves, insects, tigers and leopards in the mountains to crawl and tremble.

Then, a pair of blood-red eyes opened in the darkness, looked at the mountain, let out a low roar, as if he had mistaken the way, turned and plunged into the river, intending to go back.

Originally, everything was fine, but at this moment, someone saw a part of the body of the black shadow with the light emitted by the torch, and it was covered with black scale armor!

The man immediately exclaimed, "What a big snake!"

Bang!

As the words fell, the sky exploded, and thunder fell, slashing into the black shadow, and the instant thunder light illuminated the entire mountain and river, as well as the behemoth.

At this time, people saw that the other party was actually a Jiao with sharp horns on its head!

"Go Jiao!"

The old man in the village screamed, and then collapsed to the ground, his eyes blank and lost his light.

The people around him wanted to help, but he suddenly howled and cried, pointed to the person who screamed before, and scolded: "You are a mourning star who has killed the whole family, forget it if you harm yourself, don't drag the whole village to accompany the funeral!"

If people see it, they should not call it a snake, otherwise it will have a bad impact on it and turn into a dragon, which is equivalent to a curse for it.

The previous thunder shattered part of the Jiao's scale armor and also cut off one of its horns, and the process of walking Jiao was extremely bumpy, and it had to go through many tests, and now that it was injured like this, it was estimated that it would be difficult to succeed.

Obviously, thunder is a curse.

The old man was finally carried back to the village, scolding all the way, and the man who was scolded also became angry, and scolded back: "You are an old immortal, it is better to believe in God and ghosts than to believe in yourself, go Jiaojiao, I think you have to leave sooner or later!"

This sentence soon came true.

The next morning, the old man was seriously ill, and he stayed up until the evening before he lost his breath, and sure enough, it was not early or late.

Before he died, he left a last word: "Get out of this place quickly." ”

However, no one wants to believe him, and no one wants to move away from this wonderful place where their ancestors have lived for generations.

So, on the seventh day of the old man's first day, the flood broke out, and in the heart-rending screams, the whole village was buried in the river.

Afterwards, a dragon soared into the air, its eyes were cold, and it harnessed thunder and lightning to shatter the mountains, causing the original village to be flooded by boulders.

In front of the stone stele, Yang Chen slowly woke up, and in his sleep, he saw all the pictures, and when the village was destroyed, in the distant mountains and forests, an old man shook his head and sighed, his figure was slightly illusory.