The former Sword Mausoleum, now the tomb of the current Divine Soldier.

The young man sat high, and under him was a Fang Tian painting halberd about ten meters long, that is, the halberd shaft was the thickness of a fist, and the originally extremely high mountain had already collapsed.

The Pavilion of Silence no longer exists.

When Yu Xiaoxiao arrived, she flew up the stone steps, looking at this mountain villa that was almost in ruins, with broken limbs and splashes of blood, she couldn't help but be completely stunned.

"It's... What's going on?"

Yu Xiaoxiao naturally didn't believe that this was done by Xia Guang.

That dead wood is at most handsome, and his ability is not so great.

"There are divine soldiers all over the ground, so take it if you can. ”

Xia Guang didn't explain, what is there to explain, what if others believe it, and what if they don't believe it?

Yu Xiaoxiao answered, and stepped into the tomb of this divine soldier, and suddenly, as if she had passed through a certain membrane, the sound outside had faded down, as if after diving, there was a slight commotion in her ears.

And the scene in the Jianling Villa is clearer.

The New Year's festivities have not completely dispersed, paper-cut applique couplet lanterns, all of them are there, between the quaint and century-old houses, you can see huge divine soldiers at will, such as Senran tombstones.

Clung to the ground, there are countless weapons that grow out, long or short, or not over the knees, or over the shoulders, and human heads.

All kinds of famous swords, evil demon swords, and some weapons that can't even be named are inserted into the ground one after another.

Through the corpses, heads, and some even strung two people, and in the distance, it was like a big pen dyed with red ink, dragging it on the ground, and a bloody red eye-catching made people's hearts palpitate.

Yu Xiaoxiao screamed, and she saw the grave keeper Zhang Jiuling, whose head was detached, was being inserted by a thin sword, from the temple to the end.

"Lord Zhang Ling... Dead too?"

Such a strong person, if he says he is dead, he will die?

Yu Xiaoxiao is not a person who likes to be surprised, but at this moment she is really messed up.

"Huang Puguang, this... What the hell is going on?"

The skinny little girl asked again.

Behind her, the old servant who had just gone out and went to the mountain gate and didn't know what to do had already returned.

He squinted, carried the single-edged sword upside down, bowed slightly like an old cat, and stepped out lightly.

"Hey, what are you going to do, Lao Huang?"

Xia Guang looked wrong and hurriedly spoke.

Recently, this old Huang has become more and more wrong, as if he is about to kill people at every turn, if he doesn't stop it in time, I'm afraid that the next moment his body will be like the wind, with a sword to cut off other people's heads.

I wanted to kill Huang Puxiang last time, and I want to kill this girl this time again.

The old servant stopped, he didn't hide his strength anymore, his lips moved, and he asked in a secret voice: "Can Childe control the power just now?"

Xia Guang seemed to be reminded and shook his head: "I can't." ”

Yu Xiaoxiao thought that the young man was talking to her, and said in amazement: "Why can't you?"

At this moment, the old servant moved, his body was like a ghostly shadow, and a cold light exploded on his sword, and this light rushed directly towards Yu Xiaoxiao, with the purpose of directly killing her.

Yu Xiaoxiao only felt a chill down her spine, and a sense of deadly threat came, she hurriedly turned around, and the thin sword with a broken intestine at her waist was about to be unsheathed.

However, the old servant's speed was too fast, too fast, so fast that people could only see a remnant.

The sword was already on the way.

"Lao Huang!!, don't you listen to me?"

Xia Guang's voice was like thunder.

The old servant squinted, and the single-edged sword in his hand was only 0.01 millimeters away from Yu Xiaoxiao's throat, and the sword qi had already left blood spots on the white neck.

But he held his hand.

Yu Xiaoxiao only felt suffocated, and the cold sweat that she realized afterwards was dripping.

She exhaled, bent her legs, and fell to her knees.

No one knew better than her how heavy the killing power of the sword was, just like at that moment, she suddenly realized that death was coming, and the depths of her soul began to tremble.

Her heart felt like it was about to jump out of her throat.

This old servant... Who exactly is it?

Lao Huang's thin lips moved, and he said in the secret way: "Childe!!

Today's things, everyone who sees them, must die!

If you can control the power at all times, then the old servant has nothing to say, but if you can't, then you can't leave anyone behind!

Otherwise, all the people in the mountains are dead, the officers and soldiers are dead, only you and I are not dead, what do you think will happen, Childe?

I know it's dirty.

Then Childe turned away, out of sight.

I can't see the old servants to do it. ”

As soon as he left, he went to deal with a few women and children who had escaped luckily, and then saw a figure rushing towards the top of the mountain, and followed closely.

At this time, when I saw that it was a little girl dressed in this family, I directly moved the murderous intent.

The young man squinted his eyes and suddenly asked, "Lao Huang, who are you?"

Lao Huang sighed lightly, and said in a secret voice: "Childe should ask who he is, right." ”

An old man and a young man, a master and a servant, looked at each other from afar.

The old servant is waiting.

This time, as long as the little boy asked, he said.

But the boy shook his head, "Forget it, I don't want to ask this question now." ”

Lao Huang was stunned, and couldn't help asking, "Why?"

The young man looked at the clouds in the distance and said leisurely: "This time, I want to go back to my mother's tombstone to pay respects.

When I find out the truth and take revenge, I will ask you this question again, and then you will not hide it from me, and you will know everything and say everything!"

Lao Huang laughed, "Yes, Childe!"

Then the old servant suddenly bent down and pulled the thin sword on Yu Xiaoxiao's waist to the end.

The sword of broken intestines, the cold glow shines.

Lao Huang seemed to be tasting the sword, and suddenly he laughed, and his feminine face was a little flustered.

His long sword pointed in the distance, and the thin sword was directed at a middle-aged man who was crawling on the ground, panting slightly, as if he had passed out, but he had not died.

Lao Huang squatted down, reversed the thin sword, held it upside down and handed it out, "If the girl wants to live, she will take this sword." ”

At this time, Yu Xiaoxiao only felt that there was a monster standing beside him that was completely wrapped in bloody aura.

Her strength is almost three grades, and in front of this old servant, she is not enough to see at all.

So, tremblingly, he took the sword.

"Get up. ”

Yu Xiaoxiao stood up obediently again.

Lao Huang pointed in the direction of the middle-aged man: "Girl, you have two choices, one is to defeat me, the son will not hurt you, and then you can leave, but if you lose, the sword has no eyes, and the old servant may not be able to control the proportions."

Second, go and kill him.

Then it's time to sneak down the mountain and don't let people know you've been back here. ”

Lao Huang's voice became colder and colder, and in the end, it was like the ice of the abyss, which made people palpitate.

"There is only one way, and there is only one choice, so the girl chooses for herself. ”