This is the first swordsman Ye Xiao met in the Eternal Martial Road, except for his old friend Pian Hu.

The swordsman in the painting is above the white clouds, and he is gently stroking the harp. As the piano sounded, a great river seemed to fall from the sky, countless flowers and trees grew out of thin air, and the great river also brought countless birds and beasts. It is also strange to say that the birds and beasts were not harmed in the water, and they all fell asleep as if they were listening to the sound of the piano. When the sound of the piano was over, all the birds and beasts actually got up and began to bow down to the swordsman.

Looking at the scene in the painting, Ye Xiao understood that the swordsman in the painting was preaching to the creatures of heaven and earth. However, compared to Qin Yin, Ye Xiao is more related to another sword matter, so where is this swordsman's sword. Ye Xiao has been looking for a long time and has not found the swordsman's sword, in fact, it should not be said that he has not found it, but he does not dare to confirm it.

Why don't you dare to confirm it, because there is only one sword in this painting, and the sword is stuck in the dirt beside it, and the body of the sword is covered with patina, as if it has not been used for countless years. Looking at the appearance of this sword, as if it had been abandoned, Ye Xiao felt that this sword was not the swordsman in the picture, because a swordsman would not cherish his sword so much, after all, the sword is the life of the swordsman.

With suspicion, Ye Xiao began to look for it seriously again, and did not let go of every inch in the painting, but no matter what Ye Xiao did, he still didn't find the second sword, it seemed that the rusty sword was the swordsman's sword.

Just when Ye Xiao was distressed, Yang Muling's voice came: "Xiao Yezi, you don't have to look for it, his sword is the rusty sword, the broken sword." After answering Ye Xiao's question, Yang Muling suddenly remembered something, and paused for a while before continuing: "You don't have to go in to meet him, because soon you will meet the real him." ”

When Ye Xiao heard that he could see the real person in the painting, he couldn't help but look forward to it, and then he took a serious look at the only sword in the painting. The sword was as if it had been abandoned for countless years, and the body was not only broken, but also covered with patina, making it look like a sword used by someone. In the end, Ye Xiao looked at the highest part of the scroll, which was engraved with the words "Sword Emperor".

"The Emperor of the Sword, the Emperor of the Sword...... What kind of person will it be?" thought about it for a while, and Ye Xiao walked towards the third-ranked scroll.

This third painting seems to present the word "chaos", because there are too many things in the painting, from the most basic elements such as wind, water, fire, etc., to countless knives, swords, guns, and weapons, followed by countless stars, sun and moon, and even a golden crow....... However, although the painting is chaotic, these messy things are all around the center, and in the center is a woman.

Looking at the woman in the center of the painting, not only Ye Xiao was surprised, but even Xiao Suyue and the little fox were also surprised, because the woman in the painting was none other than Yang Muling, who was present now.

Ye Xiao looked at the familiar figure in the picture, and suddenly remembered what Xiao Suyue said, "Sister Mu Ling is different from ordinary martial arts cultivators, it seems that she is taking the way of cultivating ten thousand methods to complete herself....." and then looked back at Yang Muling, and couldn't help but feel an urge to not know when she would be able to fight with this cheap sister.

Thinking about it, Ye Xiao shook his head and continued to walk towards the second-ranked scroll.

In the second painting, there is a monkey, it is wearing a golden battle armor, holding a blood-colored long stick, and its eyes are looking at the sky with a fighting spirit, as if fighting with the sky! The whole picture scroll is telling the word "war", with the words "fighting the demon emperor" on the painting, Ye Xiao stepped into the painting excitedly.

Seeing Ye Xiao walking into the picture scroll, Xiao Suyue couldn't help but sigh: "The blood is not stopped, the battle is endless! Brother Ye is going to meet an opponent this time." The little fox on the side also laughed twice and replied: "Fighting the Demon Emperor, as long as the fighting spirit is not extinguished, it can be endless, and as long as there is still a trace of life, it will be fought to the death!" ”

In the painting, the moment Ye Xiao stepped in, he saw a monkey sitting on the top of the mountain, and his appearance was also different from the painting he saw before.

At this moment, the monkey sitting on the top of the mountain seemed to have just experienced a life-and-death battle, his golden armor had been dyed red by countless blood, the cloak behind him was also a little torn, and even the blood-colored long stick erected on the side had a few cracks.

At first, the monkey's eyes were still light, but after the monkey found Ye Xiao, there was only war intent in his eyes!

I only heard an earth-shattering battle cry: "Fight!" The blood-colored long stick struck towards Ye Xiao.

Seeing the blood-colored long stick flying, the battle blood in Ye Xiao's body seemed to be infected! I saw Ye Xiao pull out a long whistle and let out a long whistle: "Fight!" and walked away!

At the moment of the battle, one person and one monkey have forgotten their lives, there are no fancy moves, some are just the collision of swords and sticks, and some are just the confrontation between humans and monkeys!

The stick weighs a thousand pounds, the monkey body is dexterous, like a natural match, and every stick of the Demon Emperor is the strongest and heaviest stick!

The long sword is three feet, and the person and the sword are combined, as if there is no Ye Xiao in the world at this moment, there is no wind, and there is just a sword, a sword born for war!

Quick! Fast! Fast! This was the first feeling in Ye Xiao's heart. This 'fast' is not only the pleasure of speed, but the pleasure of fighting, this feeling is the first time Ye Xiao has, even in the battle of life and death with the Poor Tiger, there is no such pleasure.

At this moment, Ye Xiao only had one thought in his heart, that is, "As long as you can fight, why be afraid of death!"

"Bang bang bang!" In the loud bang, it was the sound of the boulder being knocked open, the clash between the stick and the sword, or the sound of the bones of the body breaking! Whether it was the Demon Emperor or Ye Xiao, both of them seemed to have forgotten the pain, every time they bled and every time their bones were broken, their fighting spirit was one point higher.

I saw that the moment the two were separated, in the eyes of the people outside the painting, the Fighting Demon Emperor and Ye Xiao both lost an arm! But the two did not stop, but fought again with a higher fighting spirit, but with the heart of fighting to the death.

Looking at the two people fighting in the painting, Yang Muling couldn't help but take a cold breath: "What a terrifying fighting demon emperor! He can actually use his own fighting spirit to raise the enemy's fighting spirit to the limit, so that everyone who fights with him will be the strongest posture, and all he thinks about is fighting, fighting until death!"

"Because all his life is to fight. It was the little fox who replied, and she looked at the Demon Emperor with a little sweetness, a little admiration, and a little pity, thinking that she must have had many stories with that monkey. But no matter what story happens, it is already in the past, and now the figure in this ancient martial arts road is just a supreme gesture left by heaven and earth.

Looking at the painting again, it seems that it has reached the end of the battle. What a tragic battle this was, Ye Xiao and the Fighting Demon Emperor went from breaking one hand to breaking two, and slowly their feet were broken, and in the end there was even only one head left.

But they weren't dead! Their eyes were full of war, and their weapons were still fighting!