Gu Changfeng, the first person in the world to use a sword. The name of the sword passed away, three feet long, an ancient divine soldier, twenty-seven years old with a sword into the Tao, the world respected as a sword immortal.

Cao Sangongzi, the descendant of Cao Qiudao, the sword saint of Qi State, made a weapon spectrum, and Gu Changfeng's sword ranked third in the weapon spectrum.

Cao San once challenged Gu Changfeng, and after the defeat, he abandoned his sword and switched to flying knives. It was a joke that the descendants of the Sword Saint didn't use a sword with a throwing knife, but Cao San used his own strength to turn it into a good story. The Third Young Master's sword weapon spectrum ranked eleventh, while the Third Young Master's flying knife ranked fourth.

No one will question this ranking, the weapon spectrum is not evaluated, but typed, at any time someone will challenge the weapon spectrum master, the Cao family just faithfully recorded the process and results of each battle.

Of course, there are exceptions to everything, and no one can challenge Fusu, who ranks first in the weapons spectrum. The crown prince Fusu was benevolent, and the atmosphere inside and outside the empire was relaxed after he was imprisoned, but he still would not allow anyone to directly challenge his majesty.

At this moment, Gu Changfeng did not have half of the sword immortal's dusty and elegant, but was very embarrassed, the long sword was on the ground, panting heavily. The afternoon sun is scorching, but there is a faint chill on the body. The sword he had just swung was a collection of his life's work, and it was incredibly powerful. The dust and smoke cleared slightly, and there was still a popping sound in the air, which was the afterglow of the splitting air.

A nine-foot-wide ravine, stretching from his feet, stretched forward at the end of a bluestone cliff with cracks and cobwebs spreading in all directions, with a human figure embedded in the middle of the web, limbs spread out like a bloody "big" character.

Gu Changfeng dragged the sword forward, and the Passing Water Sword rubbed a spark on the ground. Suddenly there was a crisp sound, followed by a roar. Hidden weapon! He dodged sideways, and the middle finger of his left thumb snapped away, and the hidden weapon flew out, what seemed to be a fusiform piece of metal. The footsteps forward, the cold light flashed in his right hand, the knife fell from his hand, and the head rolled to the ground.

Is it really over, Gu Changfeng can't be sure.

How many times did you kill him? Since about half a year ago, this man has been haunted. Every time Gu Changfeng killed him, he couldn't die anymore, but it wouldn't be long before he would suddenly come out of a dark corner one day.

Although his cultivation has not increased in the past six months, his assassination skills have become more and more proficient, and there are all kinds of strange methods, which has caused more and more threats to himself.

"Is this a human or a ghost, and when is it a head?"

In the long pavilion of the ancient road, the tea on the stone table has been slightly cool. Gu Changfeng was slightly stunned when he held the hidden weapon in his hand, which was found from the assassin's corpse. The hidden weapon is jet black throughout, with a faint metallic luster, and it is very comfortable to hold in your hand. There are a few brackets on it, which are not complicated, and he has mastered how to use it in about a cup of tea.

What is amazing is its power, and it gently pulled the bracket again, and with a roar, a fusiform metal object shot out, with a huge momentum, and broke a pine tree three feet away.

There was no trace of spiritual power fluctuation in the whole process, and it was obviously not a spiritual weapon. He was sure that even the best master craftsmen of the Mo family did not have such fine craftsmanship, and only the master refiners could do it.

Turning over the hidden weapon and taking a closer look, he saw a few lines of inscriptions engraved on the side, which did not belong to any kind of writing he mastered. Behind the inscription is a circular pattern, which must be a family crest.

Thinking of this, his brows tightened, any family with a refining master is a terrifying force. He was not conceited enough to ignore such a family, and since ancient times, it was not only individual prowess that had decided life and death.

This kind of hostile situation made him feel very uncomfortable, "Do you want to avoid it?" This idea was quickly dismissed by him.

In the mountains not far behind him, there was a complete spiritual vein.

The spirit vein is not different from the ordinary spirit stone mine, many years ago by an extremely accidental accident, he discovered this kind of magical ore vein that is only found in ancient books, and accidentally opened the mountain protection array.

This is an unimaginably large wealth, and no one can not be tempted, even His Majesty the First Emperor, who has been in retreat for more than a hundred years in Xianyang, will immediately leave the customs when he hears the news.

Gu Changfeng silently guarded this secret, and every year he would return here, cultivate for a period of time in a mine full of spiritual energy, and take away a small amount of spirit stones.

This is his biggest secret and cannot be shared with anyone, except Zhao Wanqing. She was the only person he trusted unreservedly, he could do anything for her, and if Zhao Wanqing wanted to take away his spiritual vein, he would not hesitate at all.

Zhao Wanqing was seriously injured, her muscles and veins were broken, and her foundation was destroyed, and when Gu Changfeng saw her, she only had her last breath left, and he brought her back here.

"Fortunately, there is a spiritual vein, and Wan'er will definitely get better." He clenched his fists and couldn't go, although there was a large array of protection, but he couldn't take the risk. Wan'er can't leave his protection now, and she must not let that happen again.

Autumn to the corner of the border city mourns, the beacon fire shines on the high platform.

Under the vast sky, the ancient brick walls stretch along the mountains, and the tall city towers stand proudly in the sky. Ye Feng stood in a meadow, staring blankly at the city wall under the sunset in the distance, this familiar shape. The wind ruffled his hair, and tens of thousands of divine beasts roared past in his heart, "This, this is the Great Wall?!" Third brother, can you be more unreliable? ”

He untied the rope that was tied to his shoulders and unloaded a large iron box from his back to the ground. I am afraid that the soldiers on the city wall have already seen that the guards here are said to be the strongest army of the Great Qin Empire. Although there is no need to be afraid of them, once they are entangled, it may not be easy to get out, and they must get out of here as soon as possible.

He thought quickly, "Oh no, there's the sound of horses' hooves." ”

"Gluttony! Gluttony is coming! Gluttony is coming! Three horses poked out from under the hill in front of them, and the black-armored knight on horseback looked frightened and roared loudly, his voice full of despair.

In the distance, the sand and dust rolled, a black line rose, and the mountains and fields could not be seen at a glance, and the tide was rushing towards them, and the whole earth was trembling. Ignoring the stunned Ye Feng, the black war horse carried the black-armored knight past his side and ran towards the city wall.

Run! He wanted to run, but his body didn't obey him, the strong dizziness in his brain had not been completely eliminated, and his hands and feet couldn't find coordination in a short time, so he staggered like a duck and ran for more than a dozen steps.

"No, the other side of the city wall is not a good place for me, fight!" After thinking about it, he stopped his steps and turned around, calmed down, took out a long knife and held it in his hand, lifted the placket of his clothes, tore off a strip of cloth, and wrapped it around his hand.

The black beast tide came from far and near, and the terrifying roar enveloped him with a strong fishy smell.

Behind the city walls, there were terrible trumpets and rapid drumming, and the slightly messy drums showed the drummer's panic. The sound of the drums slowly stabilized, converging into a rhythm, getting louder and louder until it was deafening, but it could not hide the roars one after another.

There was a sound of breaking the air, and it was the city that was firing catapults.

A huge fireball swept over Ye Feng's head, and a meteor fell into the beast tide like a meteor hitting the earth, smashing one giant beast after another to the ground, but it could not delay the progress of the beast tide in the slightest, and the beast tide was still advancing with an indomitable determination, unstoppable.

Ye Feng could already clearly see the monster in front of him, "What gluttony, this is obviously a tyrannosaurus." ”

A velociraptor protruding in front of the brigade rushed towards him brutally, Ye Feng's quick knife flashed, and an arc landed on the velociraptor foot, slashing two toes. At the moment when it lost its balance, it jumped high, slapped its wrist on the back of the knife and slapped it in the face, slapping it across the horizon.

Two more Tyrannosaurus rexes rushed towards him, one left and one right, unable to move in the air, and he kicked out and kicked in the eye of one of the tyrannosaurs, and the Tyrannosaurus let out a terrible howl.

Ye Feng took advantage of the momentum to pull his body up more than a meter and flipped forward.

A huge claw appeared in front of him without warning, unable to dodge, and the high-speed Tyrannosaurus with huge inertia slapped him to the ground fiercely, and ran forward without looking back.

He rolled out like a ball, gulping out of blood, rolling over to sit up, a big foot relentlessly stomped on his chest, breaking his ribs inward and piercing him into his lungs. Immediately after him, countless giant beasts stepped on him, trampling him to pieces, and his internal organs were squeezed out of the hole in his stomach and mouth, and he was trampled by the big feet behind.

The consciousness gradually faded away, and there was still doubt in his heart, and the tyrannosaurus that had just slapped himself clearly had a trace of confusion in his eyes, and he could feel that it was frowning.

God knows how a dinosaur could frown, it's a very human expression, and it has no eyebrows.